Post by Rikka(Former Magic) on Nov 11, 2007 0:47:15 GMT -5
[glow=violet,2,300]Name: Ritsuka
Nickname (Optional):Butterfly, Rikka(mostly called)
Age: 15 years old
Gender: female
Which Kind: Were-cat/ Angel
Appearance:Rikka has short, shoulder length hair that is a pale violet. She has amber-gold eyes, showing she is very kind. She has pale, peachi-cream skin, and a long tail. Rikka makes all her clothes, and useually wears a kimono-top and beade skirt.
Rikka is a rare were-child. Not only is she the daughter of the old leader (now dead) and an angel( died giving birth) but she can feel. She doesnt have a "0" sign on her, but instead has a butterfly birthmark on her right palm.
Personality: Rikka is a bit shy, and confused. She has an amazement in nature, and loves it. Since her colony was "wiped out" in a fire, she has stayed with the angels, often asking where the prettiest spots are. She loves the stars and full moons, and has learned to control her were-side. She is very seriouse when challanged, and often speaks were-languaage.
History: When Rikka was only five years old, her enbtire colonys camp was set aflame. Her father died in it. She was burnt, her long hair singed short, and in pain. She kept it short since. THe pain slowed her down. Many others ran passed her, forgetting she could, quiet litterarly, get hurt.
Rikka went ti the Angel territory, remebering she was half angel. Like many others in the fire, she lost memeories.
She had lost her life for the first time. Every were-person is given 9 gardens, and when one dies, protecting you, you lose memories they help make. Thats why some say they have 9 lives. Yes, even the other weres (fox, wolves, dogs, ect) have nine lives.
Rikka never recived a betrothing doll, though she remebered two in her colony have that are her age.
Since Rikka has been old enough, she has been trying to contact her scattered colony.
Example of Rping:Rikka of the Were-colony stood at the edge of the lake, setting a huge carsanthname on a minuature boat. THe boat had a lit candle. Inside the boat were the names of those she knew were dead.
As moon high came, a violet cat watched the stars, trying to call her colony. A whisper on the wind called out.
"Please, come." [/glow]
Nickname (Optional):Butterfly, Rikka(mostly called)
Age: 15 years old
Gender: female
Which Kind: Were-cat/ Angel
Appearance:Rikka has short, shoulder length hair that is a pale violet. She has amber-gold eyes, showing she is very kind. She has pale, peachi-cream skin, and a long tail. Rikka makes all her clothes, and useually wears a kimono-top and beade skirt.
Rikka is a rare were-child. Not only is she the daughter of the old leader (now dead) and an angel( died giving birth) but she can feel. She doesnt have a "0" sign on her, but instead has a butterfly birthmark on her right palm.
Personality: Rikka is a bit shy, and confused. She has an amazement in nature, and loves it. Since her colony was "wiped out" in a fire, she has stayed with the angels, often asking where the prettiest spots are. She loves the stars and full moons, and has learned to control her were-side. She is very seriouse when challanged, and often speaks were-languaage.
History: When Rikka was only five years old, her enbtire colonys camp was set aflame. Her father died in it. She was burnt, her long hair singed short, and in pain. She kept it short since. THe pain slowed her down. Many others ran passed her, forgetting she could, quiet litterarly, get hurt.
Rikka went ti the Angel territory, remebering she was half angel. Like many others in the fire, she lost memeories.
She had lost her life for the first time. Every were-person is given 9 gardens, and when one dies, protecting you, you lose memories they help make. Thats why some say they have 9 lives. Yes, even the other weres (fox, wolves, dogs, ect) have nine lives.
Rikka never recived a betrothing doll, though she remebered two in her colony have that are her age.
Since Rikka has been old enough, she has been trying to contact her scattered colony.
Example of Rping:Rikka of the Were-colony stood at the edge of the lake, setting a huge carsanthname on a minuature boat. THe boat had a lit candle. Inside the boat were the names of those she knew were dead.
As moon high came, a violet cat watched the stars, trying to call her colony. A whisper on the wind called out.
"Please, come." [/glow]
