Post by edorya on Jun 2, 2008 22:33:36 GMT -5
Full Name: Edorya Mayrose Arguile
Age: 20
Height: 5'7"
Appearance: Long white hair-midback- (usually tied in a ponytail with bangs- reach to chin- let loose), bright blue eyes, slim/ tone, pale skin
Attire: worn flare jeans (often with various holes), flip flops or sneakers, solid colored tanktops and form-fitting tees, no accessories or makeup
Personality: A loner by nature, Edorya is hostile to people trying to get on her good side. She doesn't care to make new friends and chat it up; however, the few that seeped through her tough shield are dear to her heart. They know just what to say and are the only ones she'll do anything for. Everyone else, well, don't depend on Edorya. As long as she gets what she wants, she'll leave them in the dust. She has a sarcastic way with words and an easily sparked temper. But as long as her mood is 'content', she'll be one of the most pacife, and lazy, people ever.
History: Unfortunently, Edorya recalls little of her earlier years. Her memories begin primarily at the age of fifteen. Who she was, what her life had been before are forever unknown. She did make some attempts to discover who she had been; however, she is quite content never to know. It doesn't matter to her anymore.
After having woken in a hospital, Edorya was sent to an orphanage. All anyone could say was that she had been brought in bleeding from various wounds and her clothes tattered. Who had brought her in? No one knows. They said it was a young man also injured though not as severely. While the attention was on her care, he must have slipped away. No one got a good look at him. Who this mystery man was often sparked curiousity only to be doused by the futility of pointless ponderance.
Having lived in the orphanage for only six months, Edorya had already become who she is today. She made an escape and took to a wandering lifestyle. She really had no destination and quite enjoyed the wandering. Occassionally, if a place suited her fancy, she would make an extended stay. The Hakkyou Inn is one such place.
The Funny Thing About Memories: Edorya's memories are mostly from age fifteen and on; however, a few remnants still linger from her past. The doctor's say her amnesia is from a nasty knock to the head and that she could possibly regain her latent memories. As of now, her mind is a jumble.
She remembers nothing of her mother other than lilac perfume, but she remembers every detail of her father's appearance from his husky voice to his curly black locks. She remembers her bedroom walls were white with blue borders but nothing in it. Edorya recalls a park and a group of people, friends?, playing frisbee. Some faces stand out while others are blurred. There's one she wants to see the most, but it's always just turned so she can't make any features out.
How She Got Her Name: One of the nurses was quite certain the mystery man had said her name: Mayrose. That name didn't fly with her so she made up Edorya but kept Mayrose as a middle name... just in case. Also, in need of a last name, the orphanage supplied Arguile.
'Talents': Edorya is a skilled street fighter and can easily outrun most anyone. Her fit shape was one thing she possessed from her past and kept so by her workouts. Fighting had come natural to her and so did the quickness with her feet.
Wordly Possessions: All she ever carries is a brown bag slung over her shoulder. It contains the few articles of clothing she owns along with hygenic necessities. The only other thing she has is an unopenable locket that she knows she received from her mother.
How She Gets Her Money: Always roaming and never with a steady job, Edorya typically gets her money by thievary, an art she has nearly perfected. When she does take residence at a place for an extended stay, Edorya will find some odd job to pay the rent.
Age: 20
Height: 5'7"
Appearance: Long white hair-midback- (usually tied in a ponytail with bangs- reach to chin- let loose), bright blue eyes, slim/ tone, pale skin
Attire: worn flare jeans (often with various holes), flip flops or sneakers, solid colored tanktops and form-fitting tees, no accessories or makeup
Personality: A loner by nature, Edorya is hostile to people trying to get on her good side. She doesn't care to make new friends and chat it up; however, the few that seeped through her tough shield are dear to her heart. They know just what to say and are the only ones she'll do anything for. Everyone else, well, don't depend on Edorya. As long as she gets what she wants, she'll leave them in the dust. She has a sarcastic way with words and an easily sparked temper. But as long as her mood is 'content', she'll be one of the most pacife, and lazy, people ever.
History: Unfortunently, Edorya recalls little of her earlier years. Her memories begin primarily at the age of fifteen. Who she was, what her life had been before are forever unknown. She did make some attempts to discover who she had been; however, she is quite content never to know. It doesn't matter to her anymore.
After having woken in a hospital, Edorya was sent to an orphanage. All anyone could say was that she had been brought in bleeding from various wounds and her clothes tattered. Who had brought her in? No one knows. They said it was a young man also injured though not as severely. While the attention was on her care, he must have slipped away. No one got a good look at him. Who this mystery man was often sparked curiousity only to be doused by the futility of pointless ponderance.
Having lived in the orphanage for only six months, Edorya had already become who she is today. She made an escape and took to a wandering lifestyle. She really had no destination and quite enjoyed the wandering. Occassionally, if a place suited her fancy, she would make an extended stay. The Hakkyou Inn is one such place.
The Funny Thing About Memories: Edorya's memories are mostly from age fifteen and on; however, a few remnants still linger from her past. The doctor's say her amnesia is from a nasty knock to the head and that she could possibly regain her latent memories. As of now, her mind is a jumble.
She remembers nothing of her mother other than lilac perfume, but she remembers every detail of her father's appearance from his husky voice to his curly black locks. She remembers her bedroom walls were white with blue borders but nothing in it. Edorya recalls a park and a group of people, friends?, playing frisbee. Some faces stand out while others are blurred. There's one she wants to see the most, but it's always just turned so she can't make any features out.
How She Got Her Name: One of the nurses was quite certain the mystery man had said her name: Mayrose. That name didn't fly with her so she made up Edorya but kept Mayrose as a middle name... just in case. Also, in need of a last name, the orphanage supplied Arguile.
'Talents': Edorya is a skilled street fighter and can easily outrun most anyone. Her fit shape was one thing she possessed from her past and kept so by her workouts. Fighting had come natural to her and so did the quickness with her feet.
Wordly Possessions: All she ever carries is a brown bag slung over her shoulder. It contains the few articles of clothing she owns along with hygenic necessities. The only other thing she has is an unopenable locket that she knows she received from her mother.
How She Gets Her Money: Always roaming and never with a steady job, Edorya typically gets her money by thievary, an art she has nearly perfected. When she does take residence at a place for an extended stay, Edorya will find some odd job to pay the rent.