Post by Mira Walker on Oct 29, 2015 23:47:27 GMT -5
First Name: Mira
Last Name: Walker
Age: 23
Height: 5' 5"
Weight: 105 lbs
Appearance: She is a slender woman of Asian American descent. Olive skin with a slight lilt to her eyes, steel
blue as cool as the sky. When she looks at you there is always a thought behind it. Raven black hair falls to below her thighs that cascades down her back. She rarely ever wears it up, she uses it to cover the scars that align her back, a
braid falls on the left side of her head, that has beads run down it always Blue, Red and Yellow. There to remind her of home and the flowers that bloom there in season.
She is always dressed in silk skirts or pants, and tank tops to show off her arms. They are covered by intricate tattoos. A shawl is worn around one shoulder and tied at the waist. Makeup always pristine, mouth stained crimson and liner to bring out her blues. She is a slender woman, tiny to most men. She is delicate-featured, but she knows how to care for herself if needed.
Persuasion: She is Neutral, a companion can not take sides. There isn't any money in it.
Military Service: She was never in the military.
General Skills: Espionage, Archery, Economics, Massage, Politics, and language.
Talents: She is a companion, She is trained in just about everything including dirty fighting.
Flaws: She doesn't trust anyone, even if they start to earn it. She knows in the end someone is going to try and take
from her. She is always alone, doesn't care to have anyone occupy her space for an extended period of time. She judges
people to close. Always looking for the downside.
Personality Traits: She is quiet and thoughtful. She never really talks unless words are needed. She has a wicked sense of humor, even if no one seems to
get it.
History: Born on February 8th, 2494. Both her parents died in a fire. She was born on the planet Ariel where she grew to be handed off to a guild. She was turned over at
the age of 8, where underwent training in Literature, economics, Psychology, Dance, Politics, and she can speak several languages. Mira was a shy child, She was always willing to do what it took to please. On Ariel, she had one friend, a little boy. They always ran the streets until dusk, she missed that boy. A thought now, She always wondered what happened to that
little boy.
At the age of 18 she began training in carnal pleasures. She was scared at the touch of another person. Afraid that she was never doing things correctly. You can could the tell in the way she touched, spoke and always shied away from another human. She excelled in everything she did. Told herself that if this was going to be her life that this was going to be what "she" made it
not what someone else did. She began her training on the Planet Osiris, in a small remote Giuld.
The age of 18 she had a bad experience with a man, that left her scars on her back. She isn't ashamed of them, but she never allows anyone to see them. She doesn't like to think of herself as broken just
more experienced. Mira worked far too hard to allow anyone to look down upon her.
RP Sample: There she is in her room again. Alone, waiting for what? she isn't sure. The smell of cherry blossoms and vanilla grace the air. She needs to keep her room neat and relaxing. She can hear rain water, it is always playing. She misses the rain, space is far too cold. A tree grows in the corner surrounded by grass. Just because she lives in a tin box doesn't mean she can not have nature somewhere in her room. It always seems to surprise guests when she does allow them access into her sanctuary. She lay upon a grand bed covered in silk, curtains align the ceiling and lamps. She breaths deep, and sighs out. All she really wants right now is something exciting to happen to her. Something to break her out of this slump. She hasn't had any work in some time. Needing to talk to someone anyone, she looks over at the door and watches it. What can she possibly be waiting for? who? No one has come to see her in quite some time. She feels alone even at dinner she is always the odd one out. She smiles to herself thinking of the trees and birds, she picks up a lock of her hair and twirls is around her finger. Allowing herself to drift with the thoughts of a man, tall and strong. Big hands that wrap around her waist before he leans into her and kisses her gently.
Do you accept the rules of this site? Yes.
Last Name: Walker
Age: 23
Height: 5' 5"
Weight: 105 lbs
Appearance: She is a slender woman of Asian American descent. Olive skin with a slight lilt to her eyes, steel
blue as cool as the sky. When she looks at you there is always a thought behind it. Raven black hair falls to below her thighs that cascades down her back. She rarely ever wears it up, she uses it to cover the scars that align her back, a
braid falls on the left side of her head, that has beads run down it always Blue, Red and Yellow. There to remind her of home and the flowers that bloom there in season.
She is always dressed in silk skirts or pants, and tank tops to show off her arms. They are covered by intricate tattoos. A shawl is worn around one shoulder and tied at the waist. Makeup always pristine, mouth stained crimson and liner to bring out her blues. She is a slender woman, tiny to most men. She is delicate-featured, but she knows how to care for herself if needed.
Persuasion: She is Neutral, a companion can not take sides. There isn't any money in it.
Military Service: She was never in the military.
General Skills: Espionage, Archery, Economics, Massage, Politics, and language.
Talents: She is a companion, She is trained in just about everything including dirty fighting.
Flaws: She doesn't trust anyone, even if they start to earn it. She knows in the end someone is going to try and take
from her. She is always alone, doesn't care to have anyone occupy her space for an extended period of time. She judges
people to close. Always looking for the downside.
Personality Traits: She is quiet and thoughtful. She never really talks unless words are needed. She has a wicked sense of humor, even if no one seems to
get it.
History: Born on February 8th, 2494. Both her parents died in a fire. She was born on the planet Ariel where she grew to be handed off to a guild. She was turned over at
the age of 8, where underwent training in Literature, economics, Psychology, Dance, Politics, and she can speak several languages. Mira was a shy child, She was always willing to do what it took to please. On Ariel, she had one friend, a little boy. They always ran the streets until dusk, she missed that boy. A thought now, She always wondered what happened to that
little boy.
At the age of 18 she began training in carnal pleasures. She was scared at the touch of another person. Afraid that she was never doing things correctly. You can could the tell in the way she touched, spoke and always shied away from another human. She excelled in everything she did. Told herself that if this was going to be her life that this was going to be what "she" made it
not what someone else did. She began her training on the Planet Osiris, in a small remote Giuld.
The age of 18 she had a bad experience with a man, that left her scars on her back. She isn't ashamed of them, but she never allows anyone to see them. She doesn't like to think of herself as broken just
more experienced. Mira worked far too hard to allow anyone to look down upon her.
RP Sample: There she is in her room again. Alone, waiting for what? she isn't sure. The smell of cherry blossoms and vanilla grace the air. She needs to keep her room neat and relaxing. She can hear rain water, it is always playing. She misses the rain, space is far too cold. A tree grows in the corner surrounded by grass. Just because she lives in a tin box doesn't mean she can not have nature somewhere in her room. It always seems to surprise guests when she does allow them access into her sanctuary. She lay upon a grand bed covered in silk, curtains align the ceiling and lamps. She breaths deep, and sighs out. All she really wants right now is something exciting to happen to her. Something to break her out of this slump. She hasn't had any work in some time. Needing to talk to someone anyone, she looks over at the door and watches it. What can she possibly be waiting for? who? No one has come to see her in quite some time. She feels alone even at dinner she is always the odd one out. She smiles to herself thinking of the trees and birds, she picks up a lock of her hair and twirls is around her finger. Allowing herself to drift with the thoughts of a man, tall and strong. Big hands that wrap around her waist before he leans into her and kisses her gently.
Do you accept the rules of this site? Yes.
