Post by Rikku on Dec 20, 2010 1:05:38 GMT -5
Your Information
Your Username: Rikku
Your Display Name: Rikku
Your Characters: None yet
Character Profile Information
Full Name: Talia Marvra
Alias: None
Alchemist Name: N/A
Homunculus Name: N/A
Race: Human
Age: 16
Height: 5’6
Weight: 117 lb
Sex: Female
Appearance:
Despite her age, she looks about 19-20. Talia bores many visible (and non-visible) scars, each with their own story. She wears a long black coat that stops at her calves with 'Marvra' written down the right sleeve. A female Japanese gang member with a bandage wrapped around her right arm where the Japanese character for worthless is engraved in her arm. She wears ripped indigo jeans and black-healed boots. She has fairly good hourglass figure but does not often wear clothes to compliment her body, simply because she does not care. Hazel eyes often glimmering in profound thought. Her long, fairly straight brown hair (but auburn in sunlight) reaches to her waistline. Pale skin like a fish's belly. Not too pale though.
Pic: N/A
Weapon:
Two pistols that she keeps in her person. Her fists and feet.
Pic: N/A
Character Abilities
Alchemic Ability: N/A
Homunculus Ability: N/A
Ouroboros Location: N/A
Chimera Transformation: N/A
Physical Fighting Abilities:
Two years she’s been training in the arts of Karate and using her guns in Risembool ever since she left her home town. She fights with her maximum effort. Therefore, she does not hold back.
Character Background
Personality:
Kind but short-tempered. Rebellious when held back or held down. She never goes back on her word no matter what. When she’s says something, she usually means it. In other words, extremely serious. Though she is a bit on the sarcastic side.
Likes and Dislikes:
Talia likes sushi, dogs, and rain. Talia dislikes the military, her engraved scar, her father, and her mother.
Birth Place: Risembool
Current Location: Wandering the streets of Youswell
History:
Talia is from a village way west of Risembool. She lived there until she was 7 with her abusive mother (Avary J. Marvra), older brother and older sister. Her older siblings are fraternal twins and are 8 years older than Talia. Her brother, Jacob Anthony Marvra, was never very good at physical sports or combat or anything, and his father hated him for it. By the time Talia was 7, Jacob was partially insane due to mental & physical abuse. He became distant from the family since then. Talia didn't know him too well but she cared for him nonetheless. Her sister, Meera Caroline Marvra, cared deeply for Talia and acted as her mother in their real mother's place. Talia loves her immensely.
When her Avary told her husband she was pregnant, he said, ''It better not be another damn girl or I'm leaving.'' Talia's father was unbelievably sexist. Out of desperation, her mother took medication and worked out like crazy. All in hopes of having a boy.
9 months later, when father found out that it was a girl, he walked out of the hospital almost immediately. Avary hated Talia from there on. She and her father already abused her siblings, but now it was worse. Her mother would hit Talia vigorously, call her worthless, hopeless, and a waste of space. She would also starve her for days on end. Meera always snuck as much food for her as she could. When Talia was 13, her mother called her downstairs. When she went down, her mother tied Talia to a wooden chair. With an ordinary kitchen knife, Avary carved the Japanese character for worthless into her right forearm. She never bandaged it. She just let it bleed. Talia spoke a word of her scar. When she was 16 she moved to Risembool due to political problems between her city/village and the military. Soon after, she ran away out of desire to escape her miserable life.
Conclusion
Talia Marvra rounded pass a corner, it seemed like nobody was there. Good, she didn't feel like messing with people right now. A frown was set on her face and she definitely wasn't too happy right now. "I don’t need him anyways." Talia mumbled to herself irritably. She stepped forward and straightened her back, her frown still plastered on her face. Her hair was brown and matted down from the rain earlier. Her pale skin bore many scratches, many burnings; wounds all with their own story. She was of small frame but was tall.
She sighed and shook her head, trying to get her mentality cleared. When her head stopped moving a scowl was on her face as she started toward the street. She flipped open the phone and dialed. ''Out of range.'' she noted and cussed under her breath and put the phone away. She tapped her foot impatiently and took a few steps back. She started to think of that last encounter with that strange man. People just looked at her and didn't bother to say a word to her. She felt....alone. Out of place. Yet that man treated her differently. Maybe she was overwhelmed for no reason. She shook her head, not wanting to jump to conclusions. Yet no one has been so interested to know who she was, what her purpose was, or anything. It felt bizarre. She once again shook her head in frustration. She hated thinking so much about measly little petty things. She started on the streets again, attempting to forget about the pleasant man.
Your Username: Rikku
Your Display Name: Rikku
Your Characters: None yet
Character Profile Information
Full Name: Talia Marvra
Alias: None
Alchemist Name: N/A
Homunculus Name: N/A
Race: Human
Age: 16
Height: 5’6
Weight: 117 lb
Sex: Female
Appearance:
Despite her age, she looks about 19-20. Talia bores many visible (and non-visible) scars, each with their own story. She wears a long black coat that stops at her calves with 'Marvra' written down the right sleeve. A female Japanese gang member with a bandage wrapped around her right arm where the Japanese character for worthless is engraved in her arm. She wears ripped indigo jeans and black-healed boots. She has fairly good hourglass figure but does not often wear clothes to compliment her body, simply because she does not care. Hazel eyes often glimmering in profound thought. Her long, fairly straight brown hair (but auburn in sunlight) reaches to her waistline. Pale skin like a fish's belly. Not too pale though.
Pic: N/A
Weapon:
Two pistols that she keeps in her person. Her fists and feet.
Pic: N/A
Character Abilities
Alchemic Ability: N/A
Homunculus Ability: N/A
Ouroboros Location: N/A
Chimera Transformation: N/A
Physical Fighting Abilities:
Two years she’s been training in the arts of Karate and using her guns in Risembool ever since she left her home town. She fights with her maximum effort. Therefore, she does not hold back.
Character Background
Personality:
Kind but short-tempered. Rebellious when held back or held down. She never goes back on her word no matter what. When she’s says something, she usually means it. In other words, extremely serious. Though she is a bit on the sarcastic side.
Likes and Dislikes:
Talia likes sushi, dogs, and rain. Talia dislikes the military, her engraved scar, her father, and her mother.
Birth Place: Risembool
Current Location: Wandering the streets of Youswell
History:
Talia is from a village way west of Risembool. She lived there until she was 7 with her abusive mother (Avary J. Marvra), older brother and older sister. Her older siblings are fraternal twins and are 8 years older than Talia. Her brother, Jacob Anthony Marvra, was never very good at physical sports or combat or anything, and his father hated him for it. By the time Talia was 7, Jacob was partially insane due to mental & physical abuse. He became distant from the family since then. Talia didn't know him too well but she cared for him nonetheless. Her sister, Meera Caroline Marvra, cared deeply for Talia and acted as her mother in their real mother's place. Talia loves her immensely.
When her Avary told her husband she was pregnant, he said, ''It better not be another damn girl or I'm leaving.'' Talia's father was unbelievably sexist. Out of desperation, her mother took medication and worked out like crazy. All in hopes of having a boy.
9 months later, when father found out that it was a girl, he walked out of the hospital almost immediately. Avary hated Talia from there on. She and her father already abused her siblings, but now it was worse. Her mother would hit Talia vigorously, call her worthless, hopeless, and a waste of space. She would also starve her for days on end. Meera always snuck as much food for her as she could. When Talia was 13, her mother called her downstairs. When she went down, her mother tied Talia to a wooden chair. With an ordinary kitchen knife, Avary carved the Japanese character for worthless into her right forearm. She never bandaged it. She just let it bleed. Talia spoke a word of her scar. When she was 16 she moved to Risembool due to political problems between her city/village and the military. Soon after, she ran away out of desire to escape her miserable life.
Conclusion
Talia Marvra rounded pass a corner, it seemed like nobody was there. Good, she didn't feel like messing with people right now. A frown was set on her face and she definitely wasn't too happy right now. "I don’t need him anyways." Talia mumbled to herself irritably. She stepped forward and straightened her back, her frown still plastered on her face. Her hair was brown and matted down from the rain earlier. Her pale skin bore many scratches, many burnings; wounds all with their own story. She was of small frame but was tall.
She sighed and shook her head, trying to get her mentality cleared. When her head stopped moving a scowl was on her face as she started toward the street. She flipped open the phone and dialed. ''Out of range.'' she noted and cussed under her breath and put the phone away. She tapped her foot impatiently and took a few steps back. She started to think of that last encounter with that strange man. People just looked at her and didn't bother to say a word to her. She felt....alone. Out of place. Yet that man treated her differently. Maybe she was overwhelmed for no reason. She shook her head, not wanting to jump to conclusions. Yet no one has been so interested to know who she was, what her purpose was, or anything. It felt bizarre. She once again shook her head in frustration. She hated thinking so much about measly little petty things. She started on the streets again, attempting to forget about the pleasant man.
