Post by Cynthia on Aug 23, 2008 19:52:23 GMT -4
Full Name: Cynthia Farrigan
Birth Location: The Inn of the Motley Folk, Lombrica
Current Location: Our World
Type: Human
Age: 14 years and 5 months
Birthday: June 17
Occupation: Fire-dancer
Position: Regular Person
Gender: Female
Looks:
Birth Location: The Inn of the Motley Folk, Lombrica
Current Location: Our World
Type: Human
Age: 14 years and 5 months
Birthday: June 17
Occupation: Fire-dancer
Position: Regular Person
Gender: Female
Looks:
She is a medium tanned girl with long, medium curly brown hair. She has dark brown eyes that glow in the reflection of fire. She is skinny andaverage height. Not too short, or tall. Her lips are a pale pink.Personality:
It is hard to see what she is feeling because she hides her expressions well. She loves her cat and fairy very much. She is usually gentle but when she is angry she can be really mad.History:
She was born in the Inkworld and lived there for nearly her whole life until a 2 years ago when she was read out of her story along with a winged cat she named Serenity and a small fairy that flutters about her bedroom named Parffé. She has lived there for two years now and lives with some humans that thought it would be nice to have a child even if they didn't know she didn't even live in this world. She makes some of her money performing with this world's fire even if it does not obey her like it did in her other world.Roleplay Example:
Cynthia stepped onto the small platform she used as her stage. She lit one of the torches and lit some more, balancing them all on one arm until she had lit ten torches. She threw up one torch and then bent down the arm with the other nine torches and sent them flying up. Once her arm was free she began juggling. She closed her eyes so she could feel the heat of the fire. At last she made sure the torches all went to one side and caught them all on her arm again. For each one she blew gently and put it in her mouth to extinguish the torches. She picked them all up in one sweep of her other hand and put the on the ground. Next she reached into her purse and pulled out the liquid and the matches. She put the liquid in her mouth and held it there. Next she lit the match and put it in her mouth. She could hardly feel it through the liquid but the fire didn't go out. She pulled out the match But the fire remained. At last she spit out the liquid and whispered to the fire in her mouth. Then she blew, breathing out fire. The crowd watched in amazment and constantly began cheering and clapping. Dozens of thuis world's paper and coins filled the bowl she had put at her feet. She curtsied and the crown began to thin out. She gathered her supplies and money and began the small walk through the city to her "home".Pictures: Other charecter:
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