Post by kahira on Jan 16, 2010 19:15:33 GMT -7
† Narciel - Jewl - Smith †
†Nar, N.J.†
[/center]† General Information †
Full Name: Narciel Jewl Smith
Nicknames: Nar, N.J.
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Age: 23
Occupation: Artist, she focuses her time around painting, drawing, sketching, etc. You name it.
Orientation: Heterosexual
Health Problems: N/A
† Personality †
Basic Personality:
A loyal friend and a strong leader. Narciel is often a quiet keep-to-herself type of gal. She's practical and prudent, she gets to the point, and she's careful about choosing her words carfully in a troublsome situation. Semi ambitious, she likes to succeed in a task and if she fails she'll all but pull her hair out until she completes it. Narciel is very disciplined and follows the rules when they are given. As a child she would get a beating even if she broke the smallest of rules.
Narciel can be very patient at times, depending on the circumstances. Though if she has some place to be other then the area she's at, she can be a bit pushy. She's careful, especially during nighttime since there can be predators lurking about and her eyesight isn't as good as it can be. She can also be quite a jokester and never fails to brighten a persons day; in one form or another. Though she often makes herself laugh more then others. She's also a reserved person, holding back opinions and remarks when she knows it will get her no where.
Dispite her good traits, she has a few bad ones as well. Narciel is very pessimistic, meaning she often expects the worst possible outcome of situations. She believes that one’s fate is pre-determined or pre-destined, and humans are powerless to change their fate.
"Our life is chosen for us. We are nothing but souls trapped in a body, forced to follow a certain path."
Narciel has random mood swings, most being anywhere between grumpy and severly pissed-off. Why she has these mood swings is beyond her. There is no trigger to them, it's just like one day she wakes up and feels in the mood to be a bitch. She also hates to spend money she recieves, though she finds herself doing it anyways. Narciel pushes her self to be the best and sets standerds too high for herself instead of taking everything step by step, she tries to take them in leaps and bounds.
Likes:
†Orange (the color)
†Sweets
†Books
†Friends and Family
†Any form of art (often drawings, paintings, sculptures, etc.)
†Dragons (she wears a sterling silver necklace of one)
†...the color Orange
Hates:
†Crowds
†Being in front of crowds
†Vegitables
†Obnoxious things (i.e. people, colors, sounds)
†The cold (i.e. Winter)
Talents:
†Art
†Reading
†Problem Solving
†Good listener, she has a great talent for helping people with their problems
†Musician (can play both piano and guitar)
Habits:
†Often chews on her nails in stressful situations
†Has a tendency to tap her nails against objects while thinking
†Snacks constantly
†Doodling in her sketchbook or on a random peice of paper when she should be listening
†Doesn't normally look at someone when they are talking, at least not eye contact
† Appearance †
Skin Color: White, a bit tan in some areas like shoulder/arms
Hair Color: Deep red
Eye Color: Green
Build: Average, not much muscle
Piercings/Scars/Tattoos: Peirced ears
Choice of Clothing: Often dresses in dark clothing, boot-cut faded jeans, prefers to wear long-sleeved shirts
† History †
History:
As a child, Narciel was raised strictly. She behaved, did her homework, and never once strayed from the rules. Now, free from her parents rules, she enjoys life a lot more. She's out late, parties with friends, breaks a few rules every now and then, but nothing serious, and above all just has a good time. During her senior year of high school a few of her friends, along with herself, hung out at one of their homes after graduation. Her friend's mom had left a bottle of wine on the table and that sudden urdge of curiosity arose. They were drinking sparkling cider, and decided just to add a bit of the wine to it. Didn't taste half bad.
She attented a year of college planning to major in art and minor in a form of Biology, but she didn't have the money to persue her dreams. Now she works where she can, making what little money there is to make. Her appartment is well kept and pretty nice for the price she pays. She hopes to soon have the money needed to finish her years of college.
Mother/Father: Marian J. Smith, John M. Miller
Siblings: N/A
Offspring: N/A
† RP example †
As the sun made it's way behind the horizan, the sky darkend to it's shady blues and purples. The wind brought with it the chill of night and the sound of rustling leaves that still clung to their mothers and fathers. Snowflakes feathered themselves down from above, coming to rest on mailboxes, trees, the roofs of homes, and the frozen earth. A figure hurried herself down the shoveled, icey sidewalk. As she passed under flickering street lamps, her figure became more defined. A thick, deep orange colored scarf clung itself around her neck. A black jacket, way too poofy for her own likings, but as long as it kept her body safe from the stinging cold. Dark blue, fadded boot-cut jeans just barely hanging above the ground. Tan hide boots, which all but the foot area was completly covered by jeans.
Narciel held in her left hand a large coffee, the steam rising from the lid was clearly visable even though she had yet to remove the cover that kept the contents from spilling out of the small hole. Tucked closely between her right arm and body, was a sketchbook, stuffed with loose papers that looked ready to fall out if she were to loosen her hold on them.
The night was silent, calm, but cold. Narciel was returning home from visiting one of her close friends, the two of them had enjoyed a sunny day of shopping and she felt like her wallet, tucked in her back jean pocket, was a bit less heavier then when she left her house this morning. The only noise that Narciel could hear was the crunch of snow under her boots and her own breathing. She couldn't feel her nose so she had settled for breathing through her mouth, every once in awhile blowing warm air up her face in an attempt to un-freeze her nose. All were failed attempts.
Keeping her face tucked as far into the thick, orange wool scarf as she could, her feild of vision was filled with just snow and sidwalk. She knew her way home without looking up, but she wouldn't be able to see if there was anyone infront of her. She knew the nights were dangerous, even in winter, and she was doing her best to walk as quick as her cold legs could manage.
† Let's talk about you †
Name: Kahira
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