Post by Dusty on Jul 27, 2013 22:43:18 GMT
Name: Dusty Aurelia Grey
Age: Seventeen
Gender: Female
Hero or Villain?: Hero
Canon or OC?: Original Character
Personality: Dusty tends to be extremely quiet, and won't talk to people unless they start up the conversation first, and even then she finds it very hard to talk to strangers. Although bullies normally pick on quiet, vulnerable people, Dusty has learnt how to stand up for and protect herself against others, and won't stand for people picking on her or people she find pleasant. She is a very caring person, strong willed and very protective of people that she finds lovely, anyone else she tends to ignore, or avoid. She can get extremely angry or annoyed when people bring up her family or talk about her when she standing near them. Dusty may be in a life or death situation, but she is glad to finally be somewhere where she can stay, away from family and her husband. She is not at all ashamed of her looks in any way, and is happy to use her abilities when she feels they are needed, though has been forbidden by her husband to use them outside of home, and now does not have them at all.
Appearance: Dusty is a slightly chubby female, standing at around 5'. She didn't really luck out in height considering all her siblings are about 6'. Her hair is thick, curly, scruffy and emerald in colour; the tips tend to curl to shoulder length, with pointed ears that occasionally can be seen poking through her hair. Her face is slightly rounded, making her look a lot younger than her true age. She has large, piercing coppery eyes, which tend to see the workings of any human's fighting abilities. Dusty will always wear the same slightly tatty clothing; a dungaree dress, with a faded black, baggy jacket. Her shirt is a white and blue plaid pattern, a fitted material, verging on the feel of silk. Her opaque striped green and orange tights vanish into black boots, with matching gloves pulled over small, blistered hands. She has the tattoo of a tribal-like dragon wrapped around her ankle, and an oak tree tattoo on her back, in between her shoulders, the roots curl down her back, some reaching the base of her spine. There is a very small scar across her the left side of her jaw line, then another on the back of her right hand.
Image (if possible): -[Will be added when possible.]-
Brief History: Dusty was born to the rulers of a lost kingdom, she was a twin, the younger of her identical brother. When the family's kingdom was destroyed they were simply a very rich situated family in Cambridge, England.
As a child she very stuck up and selfish, and wouldn't listen to anybody but her brother. The both of them stuck together into a mixed race family, of vampires, fairies, and most things in-between. Her parents are both different races, and also he has two half-sisters who are not related to each other at all. At the age of six, her and her brother, being the runts of the family, were thrown out into the world unsupervised, nobody expecting the small children to live without a family to protect them. But the two together found an odd strength and managed to survive. They held each other together for many years, Rusty, her brother, learnt the skill to survive, taking a fascinations in gears and mechanisms of objects, and Dusty, though tiny, developed the strength to protect them, but she was taken from him at the age of fifteen and he’s been on the search for her ever. Little did he know that it was their family that took her, forcing her into a marriage with a abusive demon. Within two years she met a human pirate, Aleck, and after months of him attempting to talk to her, she finally let him in, and eventually they fell for one another. At first she thought her life was like the fairy tales she had read about, but then Caesin, her husband, found out about Aleck, who at the time was away. She ended up knocked out and bruised. When the small female woke up, she was in a strange world with no clue what she was doing there.
Sample Post: Copper orbs blinked open in shock at the atmosphere change greeting her pale skin. Dusty moved to sit up in the middle of a clearing but keeled over onto her side. She hadn't healed yet? How curious. Though, she always seemed to turn up in a forest clearing. it was getting cliché.
Placing her small, rough palms onto the ground on which she lay, Dusty pushed herself onto her feet, swaying slightly as her vision blurred. "How very odd..." She thought aloud, her voice like gentle velvet to those who heard her soft tones. The pixie-like female gripped her side tightly in pain. Something or someone seemed to be blocking her ability to heal the large bruise forming on her stomach. She blinked a few times, allowing her vision to return to normal.
Dusty took a moment to take in the fact that she wasn't even in the same world as she had been before. To a regular human, she would, seem to be taking this terribly well. "Oh... dear..." Dusty had finally noticed that the forest dirt had gotten on her plaid top. She had no place to wash it, so she might as well go in search of someone who could help her. Placing one foot in front of the other, the small female faded into the shade of the trees, hoping to find anyone to help her.
Age: Seventeen
Gender: Female
Hero or Villain?: Hero
Canon or OC?: Original Character
Personality: Dusty tends to be extremely quiet, and won't talk to people unless they start up the conversation first, and even then she finds it very hard to talk to strangers. Although bullies normally pick on quiet, vulnerable people, Dusty has learnt how to stand up for and protect herself against others, and won't stand for people picking on her or people she find pleasant. She is a very caring person, strong willed and very protective of people that she finds lovely, anyone else she tends to ignore, or avoid. She can get extremely angry or annoyed when people bring up her family or talk about her when she standing near them. Dusty may be in a life or death situation, but she is glad to finally be somewhere where she can stay, away from family and her husband. She is not at all ashamed of her looks in any way, and is happy to use her abilities when she feels they are needed, though has been forbidden by her husband to use them outside of home, and now does not have them at all.
Appearance: Dusty is a slightly chubby female, standing at around 5'. She didn't really luck out in height considering all her siblings are about 6'. Her hair is thick, curly, scruffy and emerald in colour; the tips tend to curl to shoulder length, with pointed ears that occasionally can be seen poking through her hair. Her face is slightly rounded, making her look a lot younger than her true age. She has large, piercing coppery eyes, which tend to see the workings of any human's fighting abilities. Dusty will always wear the same slightly tatty clothing; a dungaree dress, with a faded black, baggy jacket. Her shirt is a white and blue plaid pattern, a fitted material, verging on the feel of silk. Her opaque striped green and orange tights vanish into black boots, with matching gloves pulled over small, blistered hands. She has the tattoo of a tribal-like dragon wrapped around her ankle, and an oak tree tattoo on her back, in between her shoulders, the roots curl down her back, some reaching the base of her spine. There is a very small scar across her the left side of her jaw line, then another on the back of her right hand.
Image (if possible): -[Will be added when possible.]-
Brief History: Dusty was born to the rulers of a lost kingdom, she was a twin, the younger of her identical brother. When the family's kingdom was destroyed they were simply a very rich situated family in Cambridge, England.
As a child she very stuck up and selfish, and wouldn't listen to anybody but her brother. The both of them stuck together into a mixed race family, of vampires, fairies, and most things in-between. Her parents are both different races, and also he has two half-sisters who are not related to each other at all. At the age of six, her and her brother, being the runts of the family, were thrown out into the world unsupervised, nobody expecting the small children to live without a family to protect them. But the two together found an odd strength and managed to survive. They held each other together for many years, Rusty, her brother, learnt the skill to survive, taking a fascinations in gears and mechanisms of objects, and Dusty, though tiny, developed the strength to protect them, but she was taken from him at the age of fifteen and he’s been on the search for her ever. Little did he know that it was their family that took her, forcing her into a marriage with a abusive demon. Within two years she met a human pirate, Aleck, and after months of him attempting to talk to her, she finally let him in, and eventually they fell for one another. At first she thought her life was like the fairy tales she had read about, but then Caesin, her husband, found out about Aleck, who at the time was away. She ended up knocked out and bruised. When the small female woke up, she was in a strange world with no clue what she was doing there.
Sample Post: Copper orbs blinked open in shock at the atmosphere change greeting her pale skin. Dusty moved to sit up in the middle of a clearing but keeled over onto her side. She hadn't healed yet? How curious. Though, she always seemed to turn up in a forest clearing. it was getting cliché.
Placing her small, rough palms onto the ground on which she lay, Dusty pushed herself onto her feet, swaying slightly as her vision blurred. "How very odd..." She thought aloud, her voice like gentle velvet to those who heard her soft tones. The pixie-like female gripped her side tightly in pain. Something or someone seemed to be blocking her ability to heal the large bruise forming on her stomach. She blinked a few times, allowing her vision to return to normal.
Dusty took a moment to take in the fact that she wasn't even in the same world as she had been before. To a regular human, she would, seem to be taking this terribly well. "Oh... dear..." Dusty had finally noticed that the forest dirt had gotten on her plaid top. She had no place to wash it, so she might as well go in search of someone who could help her. Placing one foot in front of the other, the small female faded into the shade of the trees, hoping to find anyone to help her.