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Alias/Fake ID: "L"/Elise Highwater("Come hell or High Water" wink Real Name: Elenore Highcastle Age: 23 years Metatype: Elf Gender: Female Skin: Fair Hair: Blond, Scene Hair, one coon tail. Eyes: Gray Height: 5ft 5in Weight: 133lbs, but strong. Frame: Thin, but athletic.
Distinct Features: Symmetrical Sleeves.
Favorites Colors: Teal, fingernails are usually this color. Pink, her make-up.
Background: (To be typed up)
Abilities: Northern Shaolin Kung Fu, Jumping Great distances, Killing Hands.
Personality: (sample of her Personality) Someone was knocking, hard. It rattled her brain worse than the pump of the beats she had spent all night dancing to. Instead of sleeping. Bleary eyed and unhappy at the intrusion, Elenore dragged her feet all the way to the door. Yanking it open, an acidic remark died on her lips as she came face to belly-button with a rather large troll in an ill-fitting suit. "A-ah...Yes?" Elenore was an elf, living in a crappy apartment in the Middle Class part of Seattle. Her hair was rather askew at the moment; she smoothed it as if that would erase the foul remark she had been ready to yell at the eleven foot metahuman.
"Mr. Johnson would like a word with you, L." Rumbled the horned creature, beady eyes bore down on her on either side of a fat squashed nose. One long horn nearly scrapped the ceiling of her building's hall.
Rocking back on her heels, she let a grin snake across her lips, L was her Shadowrunner name, and Mr. Johnson meant she had work. She raised a hand aloft and towards him, "Hold on, I'll go get ready!" The troll's protruding oaf-ish brow rose in dull surprise that a skinny little elf would tell him, or a Johnson to wait, but he crossed his arms as the door slammed in his face. Padding barefoot on her cheap braided carpet, she brushed her light blond hair and brushed her teeth. She took her time applying make-up, trying not to think; changed into her armored clothing, albeit the fact that her midrift was always exposed sort of defeated to purpose. Strutting back, she opened the door to the troll and grinned, buckling her comlink to her wrist. "Can I ride your shoulders on the way down?" Curling his lip in disgust, the troll growled and led her down to the waiting limo.
Songs: Out tonight - Rosario Dawsom(Rent) Jet Set Radio Future - Koto Stomp
References: Hair Style References: 1 2 Possible Attire: 1 2 3 Poses: Dancing or any of these. x x x
Sleeb · Sat Mar 19, 2011 @ 06:33am · 0 Comments |
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