Post by Melissandra on May 22, 2017 16:57:10 GMT -5
The last face you'll ever see...
Name: Melissandra
Age: 120 years
Apparent Age: Early twenties
Date of Birth: February 16th, 1897
Date of Death: July 11th, 1916.
Gender: Female, in this life
Height: 5'10" / 178cm
Weight: 157lbs / 71kg
Hair: Sandy yellow
Eyes: Icy blue
Traits:
+Passion: Fights with fervor and zeal. Survival is a form of art.
+Confidence/Bravery: The scaffolding of her soul. Keeps her going, keeps her from breaking.
+Loyalty: Her respect is difficult to gain. Her respect is very difficult to lose.
+Ambition: She'll get to the top, even if it requires a bloody climb.
~Determination: Endless.
-Bloodlust: Murder was her sustenance. Now it's her hobby.
-Pride: The deadly sin that didn't kill her returns to attack her in her second life.
-Recklesness: Her faith in her determination can blind her from the dangers in front of her.
-Contempt: The greatest sin of all is being too weak to try and make a difference. Such people aren't worth her time.
Loyalties: Las Noches
Snapshots: Boi, do you expect me to do this application in order? I'll fill this in later.
The writing in the flesh...
Physical Description: Mel doesn't entertain the idea of modesty. She's a woman of extremes, not of modesty, and it only takes a single glance at her to figure that much out. Immediately catching the eye is her slender figure, one blessed with a natural ferocity and power that few could ever hope to match. Years upon years of strenuous work have imbued her frame with an unrelenting toughness shown off by her long legs and muscled arms, though she's also far from lacking in femininity, with notable curves lining her form. She's a warrior woman, in every sense of the word. Creamy skin swathes her body, a smooth layer of flesh that contrasts the icier tones of her blue eyes. Or rather, of her one visible eye. While the left side of the Arrancar's face is untampered with, the remains of a white, demonic mask still cling to its right. An ivory plate rests atop her eye, stretching along the side of her head, and ending in spiraling horn that pierces through Mel's hair. Said hair is strikingly messy, falling down to the woman's neck as an unceremonious crown to a wild figure, its sandy yellow strands haphazardly framing the sharp, piercing features of her face.
The Arrancar stands tall and proud, as if held straight by some invisible brace - perhaps a result of some fleeting remnants of muscle-memory from a past life. The woman's movements are every bit as large, confident and powerful as she is, her body language open and challenging, exuding a sense of pride in who she is and what she's done. And, of course, she is proud of that, if the way she walks is any indication; Mel strides quickly and forcefully, moving herself with an almost stubborn abandon. It's as if she owns any place she's in, and people are supposed to move out of her way.
Spiritual Description: Er...
Age: 120 years
Apparent Age: Early twenties
Date of Birth: February 16th, 1897
Date of Death: July 11th, 1916.
Gender: Female, in this life
Height: 5'10" / 178cm
Weight: 157lbs / 71kg
Hair: Sandy yellow
Eyes: Icy blue
Traits:
+Passion: Fights with fervor and zeal. Survival is a form of art.
+Confidence/Bravery: The scaffolding of her soul. Keeps her going, keeps her from breaking.
+Loyalty: Her respect is difficult to gain. Her respect is very difficult to lose.
+Ambition: She'll get to the top, even if it requires a bloody climb.
~Determination: Endless.
-Bloodlust: Murder was her sustenance. Now it's her hobby.
-Pride: The deadly sin that didn't kill her returns to attack her in her second life.
-Recklesness: Her faith in her determination can blind her from the dangers in front of her.
-Contempt: The greatest sin of all is being too weak to try and make a difference. Such people aren't worth her time.
Loyalties: Las Noches
Snapshots: Boi, do you expect me to do this application in order? I'll fill this in later.
The writing in the flesh...
Physical Description: Mel doesn't entertain the idea of modesty. She's a woman of extremes, not of modesty, and it only takes a single glance at her to figure that much out. Immediately catching the eye is her slender figure, one blessed with a natural ferocity and power that few could ever hope to match. Years upon years of strenuous work have imbued her frame with an unrelenting toughness shown off by her long legs and muscled arms, though she's also far from lacking in femininity, with notable curves lining her form. She's a warrior woman, in every sense of the word. Creamy skin swathes her body, a smooth layer of flesh that contrasts the icier tones of her blue eyes. Or rather, of her one visible eye. While the left side of the Arrancar's face is untampered with, the remains of a white, demonic mask still cling to its right. An ivory plate rests atop her eye, stretching along the side of her head, and ending in spiraling horn that pierces through Mel's hair. Said hair is strikingly messy, falling down to the woman's neck as an unceremonious crown to a wild figure, its sandy yellow strands haphazardly framing the sharp, piercing features of her face.
The Arrancar stands tall and proud, as if held straight by some invisible brace - perhaps a result of some fleeting remnants of muscle-memory from a past life. The woman's movements are every bit as large, confident and powerful as she is, her body language open and challenging, exuding a sense of pride in who she is and what she's done. And, of course, she is proud of that, if the way she walks is any indication; Mel strides quickly and forcefully, moving herself with an almost stubborn abandon. It's as if she owns any place she's in, and people are supposed to move out of her way.
Spiritual Description: Er...