Name: Cysil
Age: 17
Appearance:
Weapon: Large Ninja star
Background: Her parents died when she was very little and she has no memory of them. She was sent to a rough orphanage where she was beaten up by older kids. She ended up having tpo learn to defend her self. After she vicously attacked a eight year old boy when she was five, she was sent to a mental clinic and then later sent to a "special" place. Though she wasn't cared for like a normal good place for children in need of extra help. Nope. They simply couldn't. When she came into human contact, her first instinct was to attack. She has been kept isolated in a clean cell where she ahs slowly been coaxed out of her violent habbits, preparing her for the outside world. By the time she was ten, she was given to a kind family. She blocked out her past and is now a relatively normal girl. Relatively.
YES YES very whacky but I felt like adding a past to her. (She can't remember before the age of ten(blocked out))
Personality: Cautious and quiet. She tends to stay out of violence when ever possible.
Quote: "There is no need for violence. I prefer to sit in Silence"
Writing example(from a book I'm writing, not about the character):
(sorry, it's a bit, well.... dark XD)
True tragedy
A direct hit. Faster than a bullet. Nver misses. You can't run. You can't hide. Once it hacks into your systeme, you're a gonner.
At first, your vains become pulsing black snakes, brimming with deadly venom, slowly closing in on your fragile heart.Then, your limbs get weaker, little by little, at an alarming rate. Waves of nausia and pounding head aches rush in like a monsoon of pain. A series of feints accure, constant.
Trapped...
Finnaly, your misseries cease to exist when the snakes black venom seeps into your heart. You are no more. What a releif...
'tumble weed' The girl thought as she strolled down the barren streets of Chorlton. Her small, black glasses glistened in the baking sun and her long, blonde hair subtly waved in the tiny breeze that lifted the dust from the abandoned houses and markets that lined the road. Cracked windows and busted doors. Dieing weeds and rusted cars. It was hard to imagine that the place ever inhabited living people, despite the girls memories from only two years ago. She smiled as she looked up to see n ot a single cloud in the clear blue sky.
Sweat began to mark her tatted shirt and ripped jeans as the sun slowly rose higher and higher. 'tumble weed wou'd be perfect to set the scene' She thought.
Suddenly, she abruptly stopped. She sniffed the bair and a worried look crept into hern eyes. She began to pick up the pace. 'Not far now' She thought. 'As soon as I get it, I'll leave'
So yeah, that's my example.