Post by .:NEHSA:. on Feb 22, 2009 0:36:47 GMT -5
Name: Nehsa Ojuree
Gender Female
Age: 18
Curse: None.
Personality: Nehsa can come across as rather dark and depressed. Her mind is clouded with deep thoughts about life itself, and Nehsa doesn't mind blocking people from her life completely. They're just a burden, after all! When Nehsa isn't around a friend, she is very quiet and doesn't talk, in fact she hardly even makes eye contact! She is very kept to herself...
But when Nehsa is around someone that she trusts, she will always be herself! Her carefree, childish self. She is not afraid to skip through patches of flowers and sing to herslef a lovely tune about how good life can be. Of course there are the few off songs about how suckish life can be as well. It really all depends on who Nehsa's with...and if she's in a good mood or not.
Then there's Nehsa's...other side. The one that really makes people ponder whether or not she's normal in the least. Yes, it is, to Nehsa's unfortunate nature, an addiction of Nehsa's to flirt with random strangers if she so choses. Why not? Live life a bit. Get the best out of it, who knows, maybe one day she could find that odd thing called love?
Likes:
(In order! BWAHAHAHAHAHA!)
1.)Hot cocoa!
2.)Cats/Tigers/Kittens
3.)The word 'Hush'.
4.)Raindrops on roses (And whiskers on kittens...!)
5.)The color maroon and red
6.)Crying in the rain.
7.) Bright Moonlight.
8.) Dipping her hand into bags of rice.
9.)Movies that are supposed to be scary but really aren't.
10.)Swimming
Dislikes:
(Not dislikes...hates...MUAHAHAHAHA!)
1.) Dogs...(augh..)
2.) People who think they can sing but really can't,
3.)Too much drama!
4.)Kids with an attitude.
5.) People who make fun of her green hair.
6.)People who scold her for flirting.
7.) People who take like too seriously.
8.) Plums.
9.)When people say the 'h' in her name. (Ne-hess-a? No...!)
10.)People who talk about nothing but themselves.
Hobby: Nehsa tends to flirt. Can that be a hobby? Hell, if it can be a sport it can sure be a hobby! As long as it keeps her occupied. Aside from that...Nehsa likes to write shorts stories and poems about fantasy. Really, she likes anything that can get her away from the real world.
Goal: Nehsa has no 'goal' per-say, only to live life to its full extent and be as happy as possible. Her thoughts are, 'Why the hell be boring?' Haha, not quite the most explanitory saying...but pretty much covers everything. Basically she wants to die happy and remembered.
Appearance: click
Nehsa had light green hair that flows a bit passed her shoulders. She most oftens wears it down, and never in anything fancy. Why attract the un-needed attention? Of course, Nehsa does tend to it and makes sure it is well kept and shiny! And sometimes, if she feels like doing so, Nehsa will place a purple flower in her hair.
Speaking of purple, by golly, that's the color of Nehsa's eyes! Her big, curious, and bright eyes! Sometimes clouded by sorrow, nut not very often. Nehsa's eyes shine like a star when she is amused, or are dull like gravel. Nehsa's lips are a thin line, and rather pale. The rogue red is there, but hardly. This is the same for her cheeks, blush red and bright against her semi tanned skin.
For clothes Nehsa tends to wear simple things that still look fancy. A nice red scarf that ties narrowly around her thin neck, and a dark shirt that clings to her graceful figure. This shirt is longer than most, and is complimented by a golden chain belt. As for pants, Nehsa wears simply brown denim pants, not skinny-like pants, just simply nice dress ones.
Nehsa wear no jewelery. She stands at 5'5 and is very slim from a phase she went through where she didn't find it necissary to eat.
History: (Neh.)
BEHIND THE SCENES OF NEHSA!!
If I think they love me...will they?
Nehsa was born into what would seem a normal family. Her mother, father, and younger brother Maxwell. Her house was nice, hell, Nehsa's life was nice. She was spoiled and pretty much recieved anything that she asked for. Anything, anything but the love every child longed so much for. Even at a young age Nehsa would be left by her parents to take care of Max. Is it too much to ask for a young child to spend a bit of time with her family? Obviously so.
Throughout her years Nehsa took classes in self defense and offense. She learned to odd skills of the sword and used that as a way to get away from everything else. Slashing against the hard wood of trees, comparing her strength to other people and beating them. Oh, it was wonderful. But she never got the attention that she deserved. How could she when her parents never showed up for any compitions?
At the age of ten Nehsa found herself working full-time at looking after her young brother in ways her parents never could. Maxwell was slowly growing up, and they were missing it. Nehsa herself couldn't take care of a growing boy with attitude...so often Max would walk out of Nehsa's unaware grasp and wander the town at night. So of course when her parents got home Nehsa would be in shit and there was nothing she could do to fix it.
Finally, at the age of 14 Nehsa had had enough with that shit. She packed up her rubbish and hit the road, fleeing all possiblitys of her family ever finding her again. Even leaving her loved Maxwell behind, Nehsa forced herself to do it. She obtained a simple sword and wandered through countless times earning money in random compitions with her sword-skills and singing in the streets. It was a bit like begging, but money was money!
When Nehsa was 16 years of age she met a young boy, oddly enough he was also fleeing the graps of his parents. The claws of his life. The same as Nehsa. His name was Yakedo, and though he was a bit more laid-back then Nehsa would have liked her partner in crime to be, Nehsa took him in as her friend and together they made their new life. Nothing fancy, a small house, some skills in singing and dancing, and they had more then enough money to live on!
It wasn't until Nehsa was 17 years old that her parents finally came looking for her. They banged against the door so heavily that day that it shook all hopes of escaping without a bit of 'chit-chat' as Yakedo had called it. In fact, the silver-haired boy was the one to answer the door that dreadful day and confront Nehsa's parents like a true friend. The words still linger within Nehsa's absent mind.
"Hello there," were the first first Yakedo had allowed himself to speak, "It's become obvious that you came here looking for Nehsa is this correct?"
And, right from the start, Nehsa's parents were as friendly as ever. Saying things like, "Cut this crap and give us our daughter!"
But through all of it, Yakedo refused to let Nehsa go back to her horrible life as a lonely child. Hell, she was near an adult now, and she didn't need the lacking support that her parents always let her have.
It all happened so incredibly quick, as the gun shots filled the air with a quick recluse and sent shivers down everyone's spine. Yakedo's body...clearly laying on the floor in a bloody mess, a few bullets wounds on his chest. And for some aparent reason, Nehsa's parents had fled the scene. Who would have thought that the death of someone close could hurt so bad?
A part of you dies when you lose someone near...
It took ages for Nehsa to recover from the dreaded sight of her first friend killed by her own parents. Never, never would Nehsa forgive the likes of her mother and father. Never. So long as Yakedo was dead, so was the small amount of love that Nehsa ever had for her parents.
((And with that bit of fun...I give you...NEHSA!!!!))
Rp Sample:
I hate the rain...
The green-haired youth ran across the field with a thin piece of paper used as a shield over her head. Droplets of crystal clear water splashed all around her. Why... why hadn't she worn something a bit warmer then her thing sleeved shirt and denim pants? A-duh. Because it wasn't supposed to rain. Go figure, the weather reporters were wrong. Heaven forbid they were EVER right!
A puddle splotched to Nehsa's side, just barely avoided as she spun out of its way and grinned. No puddle would touch Nehsa Ojuree! She was untouchable! Un-beatable! She was...loosing her balance. Slowly her body began to tremble under the slip of water her feet had hit. She was going down! Yes, going down to fall into the depths of the inch deep puddles threatning to swallow her whole!
"Nooooo!" Nehsa screeched dramatically, her feet falling from bellow her in an attempt to make her fall. d**n feet! d**n rain!
Suddenly a hand grasped Nehsa's own and pulled her to safety. A young boy by the looks of things, brown hair and red eyes! Oh perfect. Just another beautiful creature.
"Thank you, kind sir. I'm not sure exactly what I would have done if you hadn't come along!" Nehsa clung to the stranger's arm that was draped with a damp black coderoy coat. His expression was not amused.
Shaking Nehsa off the boy continued forward, his feet slurring against the rain-soaked ground like a shovel through snow. Well that was rude... Nehsa growled in her head with a look of distatse. Oh well, there would be others.
Face claim Clicky Clicky!
Yeah...I'm not exactly sure where she's from. She's amazing though...
Gender Female
Age: 18
Curse: None.
Personality: Nehsa can come across as rather dark and depressed. Her mind is clouded with deep thoughts about life itself, and Nehsa doesn't mind blocking people from her life completely. They're just a burden, after all! When Nehsa isn't around a friend, she is very quiet and doesn't talk, in fact she hardly even makes eye contact! She is very kept to herself...
But when Nehsa is around someone that she trusts, she will always be herself! Her carefree, childish self. She is not afraid to skip through patches of flowers and sing to herslef a lovely tune about how good life can be. Of course there are the few off songs about how suckish life can be as well. It really all depends on who Nehsa's with...and if she's in a good mood or not.
Then there's Nehsa's...other side. The one that really makes people ponder whether or not she's normal in the least. Yes, it is, to Nehsa's unfortunate nature, an addiction of Nehsa's to flirt with random strangers if she so choses. Why not? Live life a bit. Get the best out of it, who knows, maybe one day she could find that odd thing called love?
Likes:
(In order! BWAHAHAHAHAHA!)
1.)Hot cocoa!
2.)Cats/Tigers/Kittens
3.)The word 'Hush'.
4.)Raindrops on roses (And whiskers on kittens...!)
5.)The color maroon and red
6.)Crying in the rain.
7.) Bright Moonlight.
8.) Dipping her hand into bags of rice.
9.)Movies that are supposed to be scary but really aren't.
10.)Swimming
Dislikes:
(Not dislikes...hates...MUAHAHAHAHA!)
1.) Dogs...(augh..)
2.) People who think they can sing but really can't,
3.)Too much drama!
4.)Kids with an attitude.
5.) People who make fun of her green hair.
6.)People who scold her for flirting.
7.) People who take like too seriously.
8.) Plums.
9.)When people say the 'h' in her name. (Ne-hess-a? No...!)
10.)People who talk about nothing but themselves.
Hobby: Nehsa tends to flirt. Can that be a hobby? Hell, if it can be a sport it can sure be a hobby! As long as it keeps her occupied. Aside from that...Nehsa likes to write shorts stories and poems about fantasy. Really, she likes anything that can get her away from the real world.
Goal: Nehsa has no 'goal' per-say, only to live life to its full extent and be as happy as possible. Her thoughts are, 'Why the hell be boring?' Haha, not quite the most explanitory saying...but pretty much covers everything. Basically she wants to die happy and remembered.
Appearance: click
Nehsa had light green hair that flows a bit passed her shoulders. She most oftens wears it down, and never in anything fancy. Why attract the un-needed attention? Of course, Nehsa does tend to it and makes sure it is well kept and shiny! And sometimes, if she feels like doing so, Nehsa will place a purple flower in her hair.
Speaking of purple, by golly, that's the color of Nehsa's eyes! Her big, curious, and bright eyes! Sometimes clouded by sorrow, nut not very often. Nehsa's eyes shine like a star when she is amused, or are dull like gravel. Nehsa's lips are a thin line, and rather pale. The rogue red is there, but hardly. This is the same for her cheeks, blush red and bright against her semi tanned skin.
For clothes Nehsa tends to wear simple things that still look fancy. A nice red scarf that ties narrowly around her thin neck, and a dark shirt that clings to her graceful figure. This shirt is longer than most, and is complimented by a golden chain belt. As for pants, Nehsa wears simply brown denim pants, not skinny-like pants, just simply nice dress ones.
Nehsa wear no jewelery. She stands at 5'5 and is very slim from a phase she went through where she didn't find it necissary to eat.
History: (Neh.)
BEHIND THE SCENES OF NEHSA!!
If I think they love me...will they?
Nehsa was born into what would seem a normal family. Her mother, father, and younger brother Maxwell. Her house was nice, hell, Nehsa's life was nice. She was spoiled and pretty much recieved anything that she asked for. Anything, anything but the love every child longed so much for. Even at a young age Nehsa would be left by her parents to take care of Max. Is it too much to ask for a young child to spend a bit of time with her family? Obviously so.
Throughout her years Nehsa took classes in self defense and offense. She learned to odd skills of the sword and used that as a way to get away from everything else. Slashing against the hard wood of trees, comparing her strength to other people and beating them. Oh, it was wonderful. But she never got the attention that she deserved. How could she when her parents never showed up for any compitions?
At the age of ten Nehsa found herself working full-time at looking after her young brother in ways her parents never could. Maxwell was slowly growing up, and they were missing it. Nehsa herself couldn't take care of a growing boy with attitude...so often Max would walk out of Nehsa's unaware grasp and wander the town at night. So of course when her parents got home Nehsa would be in shit and there was nothing she could do to fix it.
Finally, at the age of 14 Nehsa had had enough with that shit. She packed up her rubbish and hit the road, fleeing all possiblitys of her family ever finding her again. Even leaving her loved Maxwell behind, Nehsa forced herself to do it. She obtained a simple sword and wandered through countless times earning money in random compitions with her sword-skills and singing in the streets. It was a bit like begging, but money was money!
When Nehsa was 16 years of age she met a young boy, oddly enough he was also fleeing the graps of his parents. The claws of his life. The same as Nehsa. His name was Yakedo, and though he was a bit more laid-back then Nehsa would have liked her partner in crime to be, Nehsa took him in as her friend and together they made their new life. Nothing fancy, a small house, some skills in singing and dancing, and they had more then enough money to live on!
It wasn't until Nehsa was 17 years old that her parents finally came looking for her. They banged against the door so heavily that day that it shook all hopes of escaping without a bit of 'chit-chat' as Yakedo had called it. In fact, the silver-haired boy was the one to answer the door that dreadful day and confront Nehsa's parents like a true friend. The words still linger within Nehsa's absent mind.
"Hello there," were the first first Yakedo had allowed himself to speak, "It's become obvious that you came here looking for Nehsa is this correct?"
And, right from the start, Nehsa's parents were as friendly as ever. Saying things like, "Cut this crap and give us our daughter!"
But through all of it, Yakedo refused to let Nehsa go back to her horrible life as a lonely child. Hell, she was near an adult now, and she didn't need the lacking support that her parents always let her have.
It all happened so incredibly quick, as the gun shots filled the air with a quick recluse and sent shivers down everyone's spine. Yakedo's body...clearly laying on the floor in a bloody mess, a few bullets wounds on his chest. And for some aparent reason, Nehsa's parents had fled the scene. Who would have thought that the death of someone close could hurt so bad?
A part of you dies when you lose someone near...
It took ages for Nehsa to recover from the dreaded sight of her first friend killed by her own parents. Never, never would Nehsa forgive the likes of her mother and father. Never. So long as Yakedo was dead, so was the small amount of love that Nehsa ever had for her parents.
((And with that bit of fun...I give you...NEHSA!!!!))
Rp Sample:
I hate the rain...
The green-haired youth ran across the field with a thin piece of paper used as a shield over her head. Droplets of crystal clear water splashed all around her. Why... why hadn't she worn something a bit warmer then her thing sleeved shirt and denim pants? A-duh. Because it wasn't supposed to rain. Go figure, the weather reporters were wrong. Heaven forbid they were EVER right!
A puddle splotched to Nehsa's side, just barely avoided as she spun out of its way and grinned. No puddle would touch Nehsa Ojuree! She was untouchable! Un-beatable! She was...loosing her balance. Slowly her body began to tremble under the slip of water her feet had hit. She was going down! Yes, going down to fall into the depths of the inch deep puddles threatning to swallow her whole!
"Nooooo!" Nehsa screeched dramatically, her feet falling from bellow her in an attempt to make her fall. d**n feet! d**n rain!
Suddenly a hand grasped Nehsa's own and pulled her to safety. A young boy by the looks of things, brown hair and red eyes! Oh perfect. Just another beautiful creature.
"Thank you, kind sir. I'm not sure exactly what I would have done if you hadn't come along!" Nehsa clung to the stranger's arm that was draped with a damp black coderoy coat. His expression was not amused.
Shaking Nehsa off the boy continued forward, his feet slurring against the rain-soaked ground like a shovel through snow. Well that was rude... Nehsa growled in her head with a look of distatse. Oh well, there would be others.
Face claim Clicky Clicky!
Yeah...I'm not exactly sure where she's from. She's amazing though...
