Post by Alexandra Winters on Aug 12, 2011 21:10:23 GMT -5
| [atrb=cellSpacing,20,true][atrb=border,0,true][tr][atrb=width,390px][atrb=valign,center] [style=background: url(http://i1008.photobucket.com/albums/af202/SKKEI-2010-/Gray_by_kazzoom.jpg); width: 468px; padding: 3px 3px 3px 3px; text-align: center; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 22pt; color: #202020; text-shadow: #BAB6B7 3px 3px 0px; margin-bottom: -2px; border-radius: 8px 8px 8px 8px; -moz-border-radius: 8px 8px 8px 8px;]Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend... [/style] [style= background: #858384; border-bottom: 2 px solid #f5f5f5; font-family: georgia; italic; font-size: 7pt; color: #F5F5F5; text-align: center; text-indent: 15px; letter-spacing: 3px; width: 348px; padding: 3px 9px 3px 3px; margin-bottom: -2px; border-radius: 8px 8px 8px 8px; -moz-border-radius: 8px 8px 8px 8px;] ...somewhere along in the bitterness.[/style] [style=width: 200px; height: 120px; background-color: #C4C2C3; padding-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 10px; float: left; padding-right: 10px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; opacity: .9; -webkit-border-radius: 10px 10px 10px 10px; -moz-border-radius: 10px 10px 10px 10px; color: 000000;] MUSIC; How To Save A Life by The Fray [/style] [style= border:2px; background:url(http://dl.dropbox.com/u/15939034/Characters/andra/icon/luka.png); height: 100px; width: 100px; border: #8A8788 2px solid; -moz-border-radius: 100px 100px 100px 100px; border-radius: 100px 100px 10px 10px; float: right; margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 11px; line-width: 100px;] [/style] [style=background: url(http://dl.dropbox.com/u/15939034/Characters/andra/icon/luka10.png);height: 100px; width: 100px; border: #8A8788 2px solid; -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px; border-radius: 100px 100px 10px 10px; float: right; margin-left: 2px; margin-right: 6px; line-width: 3px;] [atrb=style,background:url(http://dl.dropbox.com/u/15939034/Characters/andra/icon/moosic.jpg); opacity: .75; width: 450px; height: 520px; border:5px #8A8788 solid; -webkit-border-radius:10px 10px 10px 10px; -moz-border-radius: 10px 10px 10px 10px; padding: 10px;] [/style] [style= margin-top: 90px; font-size: 12px; font-family: helvetica; background: #999999; color: #800020; opacity: .8; padding: 7px; width: 460px; height: 400px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; border: 2px solid #4F4E4E;] Basic Information ♥Full Name: Alexandra Winters Alias: Frosty, Andra Dominant Species: Reaper Sub Species: None Gender: Female Relationship: Single Nationality: French Build: Well toned. Height: 6'3" Weight: 180LBS Physical Age: Late 30's Actual Age: 126 Occupations: Offense Soul Collection, Senior Level?(see additional notes at bottom) Sub Skills: Classical Musician Face Claim: Megurine Luka from Vocaloid Personality ♥ Quiet and charming Intelligent and reserved Persistent and determined Humourless and stoic Cold and withdrawn Description ♥ A beautiful young woman with an impressive height and stature. Those piercing eyes hold a force to be reckoned with behind their half-moon spectacles. The woman is native to France, but has fluent English. She wears a sleek black pencil-skirt, fish-net stockings, and knee high boots. A dark maroon vest is wrapped around a dress-shirt, with a black tie perfectly hung. All of this is tucked neatly behind a waist-length jacket. She carries her self with a professional air, and rarely seems to smile. Soft coral hair is her only strange feature, the lengthy locks tumbling down her sides and driving in the wind behind her. Battle ♥ Stamina: ♥♥♥♥♥♥ Strength: ♥♥♥ Speed: ♥♥ Dexterity: ♥♥♥ Special: ♥♥♥♥♥ Weapon Collection ♥ Andra's scythe is actually a large cherry wood cello. The woman believes in soothing the victims of death into a peaceful and tranquil sleep. A sleep that they will never wake up from. As the woman plays, her victims find themselves becoming groggy and tired. They can not resist the urge to sleep, and sleep they do. Her laments are specially targeted against her current collection-- meaning only those who are too die can hear the music. Andra can also play harmless melodies on the same cello as well, which are nothing short of a musical genius. She plays nothing written by other composers, claiming that the music she plays are the stories of the souls she's collected. The woman feels that their lives should live on to be remembered, and she honours their existence by placing the memories of their cinematic record to music. Andra prefers a passive form of soul collection, and can rarely be found actually fighting. However, she is capable of defending her self if desired. The large cello case she totes around with her is specially designed to be used as a blunt-weapon. The metallic case provides quite the crushing blow, and makes quite a nice shield. It is rumoured that the bow she uses is woven from the hair of a siren. It has not be been confirmed if this is true or not. Strengths ♥ Andra is well toned, and physically capable of holding her own in any fight. She carries around a metallic cello case that weighs well over 200lbs, and does so with ease. She is gifted with the patience of a saint, and has never been known to raise her voice or show anger. She views violence as a last resort, and prefers a diplomatic approach to any problem. Weaknesses ♥ Her quiet nature is often seen as cold and humourless. She does not get along well in social groups, and often prefers to alienate herself from her peers. As such, she has issues working with partners but will sacrifice her comfort for the sake of getting her job finished. She is a work-o-holic, and rarely allows herself the time to relax. She is rarely verbal, and speaks only when it is necessary to get her point across. She is also very bad with directions, and can get lost easily. History ♥ Andra's was born a reaper, and as such she has had an exceptionally talented career weaving souls into music. She was once a joyous and happy girl, raised by two loving parents and with out a care in the world. But the death of her mother hit hard when the woman was only into her teens, and just starting her training. She withdrew into her self, and lost that cheerful spark of life. Her father took another route to mourn the loss of his wife-- he became reckless and driven by anger. Andra grew up watching her father work himself into an early grave. Andra had no support from her father as her training progressed. It came of no surprise to the young reaper when she was notified of her father's death on the field. He had simply lost himself in the only thing he had left. Andra has grown up slightly dysfunctional as a result of her situation. She does not know how to receive affection or compassion, nor does she know how to express it. She harshly cut off any attempts by her France division to make friends. Her transfer to the British Division is in her supervisors attempt to expose the woman to new people, in hopes she may open up and find something worth living for besides her job. Andra of course, was not told this story. Her official reason for transfer was a mission for hunting a demon that had been terrorizing France for years. She was sent to track him, and to neutralize the threat. Upon completion of her mission, she is to remain in Europe to assist the British Division and provide relief efforts for their staff-shortage. Author Note(s) ♥ There probably isn't any real 'staff shortage'. This could all be a lie made up by her old supervisor. (EDIT) Just another note on Andra, since I'm not exactly an expert on reaper's and the way ranks go on our forum in regards to them. I'd prefer if Andra was regarded as a more senior, and capable reaper (she was born a reaper, and thus has quite a bit of talent), but I have no idea what her rank would be in regards to that. I am open completely to suggestions for her position (since I know we have a large number of them, I didn't want to assume anything). THANKS <3 Roleplay Example ♥ I'm Madam, but here's a little teaser. It had been a dark night at the French headquarters. A very dark night. Everyone knew, and several were quite delighted at the news. One Alexandra Winters, was not pleased. In fact, she was less then that-- she was nearly furious. It took a great deal of events to make the woman displeased; she had the patience of a saint. But it took an even greater effort for her display any level of discomfort. The woman would be found in the courtyard, bleeding a sorrow-filled melody out into the inky twilight. Head bowed, her length coral stands of hair were tangled about her arms and flowed down around the sides of her instrument. Such an impressive creation, the cherry wood cello was. Its ancient body covered with intricate designs of roses weaving together with delicate but deadly thorns. Its surface was well polished, and there was not a scratch on its surface. Andra valued her companion greater then anything else. Andra was lost in her instrument. The musical tone that waffled out from her fingertips was enchanting, a tense air of despair seemed to be painted across the area. She was livid, and yet all she could express was her eminence sadness. She had been born on these grounds, raised and trained on the very earth under her polished heels. Her parents had died for this counties people, and she had grown up without their guidance... and for what? To be hated by her comrades, and to be scorned by the administration that held rule over the France Division. She knew the real-reason for the transfer, and it was not the pitiful reason they had pinned on her. The demon was a pathetic excuse, she was too valuable of a field-respondent to waste on a rouge demon gallivanting around the country side. While she admitted, the demon was dangerous-- she knew several younger agents that could handle it easily. She did not resent their sending her to deal with it-- she would neutralize it efficiently. It was their desire to transfer her to the other division indefinitely. She felt betrayed by the one person she had trusted must; her dispatch manager. The man had known her parents, and had become more of an adoptive father to her. She could not see his reasoning in his decision, truly she could not. When her song had ended, she remained poised for another song. But nothing more came to her, and for the first time in her life the woman found her voice had quieted. Her eyes would lift to find her self meeting the case of her manager. Those acid green eyes did not waver from his own, and their gaze held for several long seconds before the man approached her. Andra dropped her gaze, and scowled. "Andra--" he started. "Don't, Andrew." she cut him off, keeping her head bowed as she placed her instrument back in its large metallic case. "But--" "I don't want to know your reasons." She voiced icily. "Whatever they are, I am sure they're justified." Her fingers caressed over the velvet lining cushioned the body of her beautiful instrument. Her bow was perched on the upper side of the case, before the whole thing was snapped shut suddenly and locked. She stood fluidly, ignoring the hurt expression in the man's soft green eyes. Without looking back, she slung the large metallic case up over one shoulder, and gripped its leather strap tightly. With a solid determination she headed towards her room-- she needed to pack. Never looking back, she would miss the crestfallen expression of her manager, and the quiet good bye he whispered. [/style]  |
