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Post by prettylilies on Apr 26, 2007 8:55:43 GMT 10
Name: Legendary Kiana Gender: Femal Race: Human Age: 17 Sexuality Preference: Straight
Appearance: Always above the rest, Kiana is a towering 5' 8", not including the extra 3 inches of her favorite sandals. Her body is made up of mostly leg, and her torso is short, although her bust is a 36B. Her nail color is as random as her interest, and she always has a sun-kist tan. She is almost like a Barbie doll. Well, almost.
Kiana's hair is long and a rich honey blonde. Her eyes are a shocking green, and her lips are plump and a light pink color. Her cheeks are rosy and she never uses makeup. She wears a cute white mini-skirt, a blue tank top and a gold bracelet around her wrist. She wear a golden belt and her bag is encrusted with gold.
Personality: Kiana is sweet with an adorable personality. She is always kind to everyone and everything; pokemon and people alike. But when she's mad or in a passion, her eyes narrow and her eyes brighten, and she's almost like a devil if you hurt her or anything important to her. And her identity. Don't steal those curls, girl.
Deep down Kiana knew that she had all of the right traits to become a pokemon trainer. She was as smart as a tack but as hard as a nail. She rarely opened up to people. Most of the time she talked to her pokemon. But she wasn't the least bit shy. Sometimes people frightened her, that's all.
History: Kiana was born and raised in Sunset City. Being a city girl has effected Kiana little, as she would always go out into Emerald Forest to play. The first day Kiana met a pokemon was on her fifth birthday. She fell in love with pokemon imediatly, and she filled her life with fantasies about being a highly respected trainer.
But not all stories can be perfect. On Kiana's twelfth birthday, her father died of a poisonous spore that had invaded his lungs. Kiana wept, and swore on her father's grave that she would fight with all her might and become the best person she could be. As she shed her tear, a tree began to grow.
Now that tree is ten feet tall, standing high above her fathers grave like a sentry protecting treasure. That tree reminds Kiana every time she visits that grave about her promise. She would be the best there was, even if it cost her. She would never break a promise.
Roleplay Sample: Kiana stood sulenly by the tree that stood near her fathers grave. It shaded her comfortably from the blazing city sun, and she looked longingly out at the forest to her right. How she wished she could just go and see what lived in its depths, to figure out what secrets lay unhinderingly moving in the copses that never ended. To see what lied beyond.
But she didn't want to leave that grave that stood infront of her, or the house that lay behind. But she made a promise, didn't she? Oh, life was so hard sometimes. Could she, would she leave and become one of the best trainers of all time? It was unclear, but she noticed her mother standing right behind her with a sad look on her face. I made a promise, Mama, Kiana smiled sadly. A promise made is a promise kept. And with that she gave her mother a hug and dissapeared into the forest with just enough to make her to the Pokemon Lab to start her journey.
But before it was out of sight, Kiana turned to look at the tree. Her tree. The one that had driven her mad with curiosity and passion. And the grave that lied beneth it. She wouldn't let her father--or that tree--down.
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