Post by Ranyr Crenova on Apr 22, 2007 11:15:42 GMT -5
[[Ack, I've been much busier than I thought I would've been this week[end]! I'll probably elaborate on the sections I left short later... and maybe add a history if I think of a cool one. Otherwise, it's unknown.]]
Name: Ranyr Crenova
Age: 12
Gender: Female
House: RavenClaw
Relations:
Ranyr lives with some distantly related relatives of hers. She knows not /how/ they are related, nor if they really are, but does consider them to be fairly decent people. She doesn't know anything of her parents, and whether or not they were wizards/witches/etc.... It's an avoided topic.
Appearance:
A thinly framed girl with a lithe shape and ivory (perhaps better described as sickly-pale) skin, Ranyr’s image is clearly one of fragile delicacy…. She isn’t tall in any manner, not even amounting five feet unless on point, and her figure resembles an antique porcelain doll with gentle, defining edges but nothing more—more or less because of her youthful age. Regardless of such specific characteristics, she can easily blend into crowds, looked over without much thought. She may have trained herself to such actions, or maybe her appearance just makes it so to the unobservant, average eye of too many students. Either way, she’s entertained and annoyed by company so equally she’s become rather indifferent.
Ranyr’s hair is a dark, chocolate (since I like to compare things to food) brown, silky and smooth to add to her ‘doll-like’ imagery. It’s currently cut with it angling down from the front, center part on her head, starting at about below her eyes and reaching to a length just above her shoulders. It appears more like lengthy bangs rather than anything else, as the rest of her hair is pulled back into lolita-style pig-tails, much lengthier than her ‘bangs’ and coming to below her shoulder-blades. Ranyr’s bangs are straight with only a slight, framing curve whereas her pulled back ‘tails’ are twisted in a giant, lengthy curl for each. Ranyr’s cold eyes of a misty grey stare out blankly with a dull gleam of mild interest… if any. The colorless iris surrounds a majestic pit of black, streaking out perhaps a /green/ tone amongst the grey. Overall she has, as has been said repeatedly, the false image of a doll, and object, emotionless and unreal despite any true nature beneath.
Personality:
A rather robotic character, Ranyr tends to be very realistic, logical, and analytical on most topics. Her emotions, unintentionally, been pulled into a recessive state and refuse to interfere with anything, hardly existing at all. In something of a result she tends to be very blunt and honest in most situations unless it’s to her benefit otherwise. She doesn’t have much of a temper but her pride could sometimes get the best of her, and although able to hold lengthy grudges she’s more likely to forget. Not necessarily forgive but allow the incident to slip from memory, or become irrelevant. Ranyr finds a curious enjoyment in arguing, but won’t strike one up for the pleasure of it, rather, just drag one on that would appear fortunately by chance. Other than for simple conversing, she’d probably prefer to be on her own in a more secluded environment. She’s not ‘nosy’ and does nothing to pry into the affairs of others, leaving them as they decide to be unless if it is requested otherwise of her. Curiosity does strike her at times, however, though it tends to not be on issues involving people. Rather, issues in general.
History? . . .
Name: Ranyr Crenova
Age: 12
Gender: Female
House: RavenClaw
Relations:
Ranyr lives with some distantly related relatives of hers. She knows not /how/ they are related, nor if they really are, but does consider them to be fairly decent people. She doesn't know anything of her parents, and whether or not they were wizards/witches/etc.... It's an avoided topic.
Appearance:
A thinly framed girl with a lithe shape and ivory (perhaps better described as sickly-pale) skin, Ranyr’s image is clearly one of fragile delicacy…. She isn’t tall in any manner, not even amounting five feet unless on point, and her figure resembles an antique porcelain doll with gentle, defining edges but nothing more—more or less because of her youthful age. Regardless of such specific characteristics, she can easily blend into crowds, looked over without much thought. She may have trained herself to such actions, or maybe her appearance just makes it so to the unobservant, average eye of too many students. Either way, she’s entertained and annoyed by company so equally she’s become rather indifferent.
Ranyr’s hair is a dark, chocolate (since I like to compare things to food) brown, silky and smooth to add to her ‘doll-like’ imagery. It’s currently cut with it angling down from the front, center part on her head, starting at about below her eyes and reaching to a length just above her shoulders. It appears more like lengthy bangs rather than anything else, as the rest of her hair is pulled back into lolita-style pig-tails, much lengthier than her ‘bangs’ and coming to below her shoulder-blades. Ranyr’s bangs are straight with only a slight, framing curve whereas her pulled back ‘tails’ are twisted in a giant, lengthy curl for each. Ranyr’s cold eyes of a misty grey stare out blankly with a dull gleam of mild interest… if any. The colorless iris surrounds a majestic pit of black, streaking out perhaps a /green/ tone amongst the grey. Overall she has, as has been said repeatedly, the false image of a doll, and object, emotionless and unreal despite any true nature beneath.
Personality:
A rather robotic character, Ranyr tends to be very realistic, logical, and analytical on most topics. Her emotions, unintentionally, been pulled into a recessive state and refuse to interfere with anything, hardly existing at all. In something of a result she tends to be very blunt and honest in most situations unless it’s to her benefit otherwise. She doesn’t have much of a temper but her pride could sometimes get the best of her, and although able to hold lengthy grudges she’s more likely to forget. Not necessarily forgive but allow the incident to slip from memory, or become irrelevant. Ranyr finds a curious enjoyment in arguing, but won’t strike one up for the pleasure of it, rather, just drag one on that would appear fortunately by chance. Other than for simple conversing, she’d probably prefer to be on her own in a more secluded environment. She’s not ‘nosy’ and does nothing to pry into the affairs of others, leaving them as they decide to be unless if it is requested otherwise of her. Curiosity does strike her at times, however, though it tends to not be on issues involving people. Rather, issues in general.
History? . . .