Name: Blaise Mors Age: 21 Gender: Female Race: Fallen Angel Appearance: Icy blue eyes with black rims, Waist Length black hair, Black wings protruding from her back that fold perfectly behind her, a scar over right eye, black tribal tattoos covering both arms, ears pierced five times each. Countless scars on her back from her wings being torn out many times Personality: kind, loyal, fierce fighter, dark past, likes to drink and swear, smart-mouth, wants to be like a normal human, wants a ‘partner in crime’, stubborn, headstrong, sympathetic (sometimes), easy to be around (sometimes), easily embarrassed, doesnt like to share her feelings. Where you would find her: At the bar drinking, at the bar playing pool, Fighting underground, wandering town, in a library, abandoned buildings Weapon of choice(s): A dagger around her thigh, Katanas, and a death scythe Extra: She is a Firedancer, meaning she can control/talk/play with fire Blaise walked through the streets of the city, she didnt know where she was heading and she didnt care. All she cared was that she escaped from this city and moved on to the next. Blaise weaved her way through the busy crowd easily avoiding touching someone. Her back throbbed and her vision went hazy for a second, she ducked into a nearby alleyway pressing her throbbing back against the wall waiting for the pain to pass. She slid down to the ground closing her eyes as the wave of fresh agony washed over her. She clenched her teeth waiting for it to end, she lifted the hood of her leather jacket up to conceal her face. Blaise let out a strangled sigh letting her head fall back against the brick wall behind her. Her icy eyes closed slowly as she blacked out.
Posted on: Fri, 23 Jan 2015 04:13:52 +0000
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