After I made up my person's stuff, I immediately got an urge to deepen her, make her seem like a person. So, I made a RP Biography for her. And, maybe, to give your characters substance, you could too.. Just so I don't feel like a dork. xDD
Make up your own.. Please? I know I'm a loser... I take things way too seriously. ><;;;
Izarith
Name: Izarith
Age: 32
Race: Human
Physical Appearance: Izarith has deep blue eyes that are usually always glazed over and unfocused. Her hair is a dark purple tint that she usually wears in a high pony tail. Her skin has tanned over her years of traveling from place to place, and her figure is firm from labor, but thin like a women's body should be. Blue-green scales litter her left cheek, down her neck and the whole of her right arm.
Clothing: Izarith's outfit is a mismatch of colors that clash with one another. Only two pieces seem to fit together as one. Her long coat and the vest underneath are both bright red, embroider with gold. She wears ripped green stockings, heavy brown boots (two or three sizes too big) and a pink skirt. On her head, there is a patched up black top hat, graying from the sun’s light.
Personality: Izarith is quick tempered, loud, clumsy, and stubborn when drunk, but when she is sober, she is very quiet and quite graceful. She hates the feeling of not having a good buzz so she carries a silver flask filled with strong vodka to keep her drunken nerves satisfied. She dislikes music of any kind and prefers the comfort of the open and stars rather than a comfy cot in a warm hotel. Izarith never does anything if there isn't a profit and has quite the fighting style. Izarith can concentrate well even after drinking enough to kill a whale. Her flailing and wild moves mask a brain storming and strategic mind. She has no real friends and prefers the simple company of her cup. She always seems tired.
History: Izarith grew up in a small town with a great family. She had a hard working father, a loving mother, and an adorably little sister. Growing up, Izarith began to work out on the farm with her father, giving up the normal ‘house wife’ tradition that gripped society. She grew stronger, teaching herself how to fight. Along the way, by age 17, Izarith had already picked up a drinking habit, something not even she remembers why. The cherry blonde girl soon departed her hometown and began to travel across the lands looking for work and good booze.
Weapon: She is mostly trained in hand-to-hand combat.
Occupation: Any Job she can find. Izarith is willing to do just about everything for a paycheck.
Age: 32
Race: Human
Physical Appearance: Izarith has deep blue eyes that are usually always glazed over and unfocused. Her hair is a dark purple tint that she usually wears in a high pony tail. Her skin has tanned over her years of traveling from place to place, and her figure is firm from labor, but thin like a women's body should be. Blue-green scales litter her left cheek, down her neck and the whole of her right arm.
Clothing: Izarith's outfit is a mismatch of colors that clash with one another. Only two pieces seem to fit together as one. Her long coat and the vest underneath are both bright red, embroider with gold. She wears ripped green stockings, heavy brown boots (two or three sizes too big) and a pink skirt. On her head, there is a patched up black top hat, graying from the sun’s light.
Personality: Izarith is quick tempered, loud, clumsy, and stubborn when drunk, but when she is sober, she is very quiet and quite graceful. She hates the feeling of not having a good buzz so she carries a silver flask filled with strong vodka to keep her drunken nerves satisfied. She dislikes music of any kind and prefers the comfort of the open and stars rather than a comfy cot in a warm hotel. Izarith never does anything if there isn't a profit and has quite the fighting style. Izarith can concentrate well even after drinking enough to kill a whale. Her flailing and wild moves mask a brain storming and strategic mind. She has no real friends and prefers the simple company of her cup. She always seems tired.
History: Izarith grew up in a small town with a great family. She had a hard working father, a loving mother, and an adorably little sister. Growing up, Izarith began to work out on the farm with her father, giving up the normal ‘house wife’ tradition that gripped society. She grew stronger, teaching herself how to fight. Along the way, by age 17, Izarith had already picked up a drinking habit, something not even she remembers why. The cherry blonde girl soon departed her hometown and began to travel across the lands looking for work and good booze.
Weapon: She is mostly trained in hand-to-hand combat.
Occupation: Any Job she can find. Izarith is willing to do just about everything for a paycheck.
Make up your own.. Please? I know I'm a loser... I take things way too seriously. ><;;;
