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Hi, I recently got back into RPing too :)
A sudden cold chill shot through the air and those in the park area involuntarily shivered at the spike. The breeze picked up to flutter the snow woman's long, white kimono like a beautiful snow coloured gown. Her cold eyes flitted to inspect the scraggly-looking male to approach her. He waved to her and flashed his goofy smile. The cold woman then set her gaze upon the woman whom wore little clothing and bore little shame. Great. The demon boy was back to pester her yet again.
Her icy eyes took in the reactions of the people around them, noticing how they kept their hands on their pockets and handbags. Children were ushered away from the devil and kept a safe distance from the scantily clad woman. This set the Yuki Onna's cool mood to sub zero in seconds.
The snow woman was not fond of the half incubus. She found him aggravating, repulsive and completely disrespectful. The light snowflakes seemed to fall at a faster pace with a thicker amount of snow to yield. Two cold, white hands moved to adjust her kimono so that it completely covered her cleavage and shoulders. She did not want a lecher staring at her as if she were meat to be hunted down.
Blue eyes were unyielding, jaws were tightly shut and facial muscles withheld all. The man was likely coming back to try and ask her out on these human occasions called 'dates'. If he could not take no for an answer, she would have to decline for him. Forcefully.
''How joyous. You have returned to disperse my customers.'' The snow woman spoke, her voice firm and abrupt. She preferred to say only what was needed and not otherwise. And this male deserved very little of her words. A pale hand moved to freeze her lockbox so he could not open it and make off with her earnings. The barrier of the kiosk stood in front of them, but she was not stupid.
''Touch anything of mine and you will lose your hand.'' The Yuki Onna offered him a piercing, icy glare; One that made men shiver from the cold intensity. Perhaps it was from the danger she held in her eyes. Or perhaps it was the snow woman's witchcraft? The pale woman would not tell.
In the rare event that the incubus was here to purchase her delicacies, the woman's pale hand gestured to the ice creams and sorbets that stood on display. It was her silent way of demanding that he buy something or leave the area.
@Raijinslayer @Satsuki
Her icy eyes took in the reactions of the people around them, noticing how they kept their hands on their pockets and handbags. Children were ushered away from the devil and kept a safe distance from the scantily clad woman. This set the Yuki Onna's cool mood to sub zero in seconds.
The snow woman was not fond of the half incubus. She found him aggravating, repulsive and completely disrespectful. The light snowflakes seemed to fall at a faster pace with a thicker amount of snow to yield. Two cold, white hands moved to adjust her kimono so that it completely covered her cleavage and shoulders. She did not want a lecher staring at her as if she were meat to be hunted down.
Blue eyes were unyielding, jaws were tightly shut and facial muscles withheld all. The man was likely coming back to try and ask her out on these human occasions called 'dates'. If he could not take no for an answer, she would have to decline for him. Forcefully.
''How joyous. You have returned to disperse my customers.'' The snow woman spoke, her voice firm and abrupt. She preferred to say only what was needed and not otherwise. And this male deserved very little of her words. A pale hand moved to freeze her lockbox so he could not open it and make off with her earnings. The barrier of the kiosk stood in front of them, but she was not stupid.
''Touch anything of mine and you will lose your hand.'' The Yuki Onna offered him a piercing, icy glare; One that made men shiver from the cold intensity. Perhaps it was from the danger she held in her eyes. Or perhaps it was the snow woman's witchcraft? The pale woman would not tell.
In the rare event that the incubus was here to purchase her delicacies, the woman's pale hand gestured to the ice creams and sorbets that stood on display. It was her silent way of demanding that he buy something or leave the area.
@Raijinslayer @Satsuki
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Name: Isis of Clan Cocytus
Age: 138
Gender: F
Race: Snow Woman [ Yuki-Onna]
Appearance: The irises of the eye are ice blue, her lips are white and she has long, pointed nails that are white in colour.
Isis
Job: Owns an ice cream stall.
Personality: Cold, callous and calculating. Isis has the personality of a block of ice. She seems to have trouble understanding what human empathy is. Her humor is non-existent and she becomes confused when one attempts to banter with her.
Background: Isis is a mysterious figure whom has hidden intent that no one knows of. She speaks vaguely and in small sentences and phrases. She has no known family or friends living in the mythical town. Her voice is piercing and frosty, yet bland at the same time. Her history is shrouded in mystery and the townspeople who encounter her make up rumors about her so that she does not seem so unknown to them. However, all of these rumors are false and serve as no more than pathetic attempts to try and create a persona for her. She rarely comes out in the day due to the heat of the sun and plays her part in making it snow in the Myth Town.
Age: 138
Gender: F
Race: Snow Woman [ Yuki-Onna]
Appearance: The irises of the eye are ice blue, her lips are white and she has long, pointed nails that are white in colour.
Isis
Job: Owns an ice cream stall.
Personality: Cold, callous and calculating. Isis has the personality of a block of ice. She seems to have trouble understanding what human empathy is. Her humor is non-existent and she becomes confused when one attempts to banter with her.
Background: Isis is a mysterious figure whom has hidden intent that no one knows of. She speaks vaguely and in small sentences and phrases. She has no known family or friends living in the mythical town. Her voice is piercing and frosty, yet bland at the same time. Her history is shrouded in mystery and the townspeople who encounter her make up rumors about her so that she does not seem so unknown to them. However, all of these rumors are false and serve as no more than pathetic attempts to try and create a persona for her. She rarely comes out in the day due to the heat of the sun and plays her part in making it snow in the Myth Town.
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