Iris Crest

[Iris Crest]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #000000; width: 350px; border-left: 1px solid white; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] [STYLE=text-align: right; color: #8e8f98; font-family: georgia; font-size: 27px; font-style: italic; margin-bottom: -22px; padding-right: 10px;]I R I S C R E S T[/style] [STYLE=width: 325px; background-color: #ffffff; padding: 5px; text-align: left; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px;]nickname N/A age Nineteen gender Female sexuality Heterosexual position Noble alliance Light power Light - Cure Iris has the ability to manipulate her Light efforts into a potential healing source, trained since she was a child. While broken bones may be tedious and time consuming, minor cuts are almost effortless- as long as her attentionspan hasn't been previously shot. She can also tend to deep wounds and punctures. - Flash Along with her healing potential, the absent-minded Noble can also recreate a source of light, used to blind that of her enemies and used as a defensive technique, to make up for her lack of offense. play by Alice Baskerville, Pandora Hearts [/style] [STYLE=text-align: right; color: #8e8f98; font-family: georgia; font-size: 27px; font-style: italic; margin-bottom: -22px; padding-right: 10px;]personal[/style] [STYLE=width: 325px; background-color: #ffffff; padding: 5px; text-align: left; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px;]personality PoV One of Iris's main traits that one is to notice almost immediately, would be that she has a habit of addressing herself in third person. She sees' this as completely normal, regardless of her age and childish antics, though if you were to challenge her reasoning or call her childish because of it, she will instantly take offense. It is assumed that the delima has something to do with her childhood, but it is left unsaid, remaining that of a mystery. Energetic A bundle of over exaggerated glee, afar from her short-temper, Iris can be quite the energetic individual. Spiteful and wishful thinking seem to have been the main key to her sanity as a child, but even throughout her teen years, and introduction to adulthood, did she manage to keep the trait. Rather it is an advantage or disadvantage, is still between an open door that divides the positives and negatives. Loyal/Dependable Despite her lack of understanding and childish persona, the young girl will not let you down, unless the task leads her to her death bed. She will even go as far as punishing herself mentally if the task becomes too tough for her alone, or in some reason or logic she cannot complete it, regardless. Behind her sensitivity and pouts, lies that of a courageous friend that you might want to have at your side. Short-Tempered / Exaggerated Iris has a niche for raging a sequence of rants, rage, and pouts alike. Rather it be as small as addressing her speech, or even that as stepping on the girls' foot, you'll quickly be rewarded with that of a foul-mouth sailor. While the Staff she carries is not much of an offense, Iris is almost certain that raising her voice to the squeakiest pitch possible, is offense enough. Sensitive Lastly, this teen takes almost anything and everything to heart, making her fairly gullible, but sensitive at the least. Most jokes tend to fly way above her head in the sense that she'll do practically anything if requested (in a kinder state), or dared (in that of her temper and notion to prove one wrong). And no matter how hard the tears fall, she is reluctant to be found in a pity state, in most cases always sucking up the pain physically and mentally, until it breaks her. appearance Standing at a fair 5'2", and weighing that of a slender 118lbs, Iris is covered in that of a lucious pale, with compatible orchid hues that sit deep within her name itself. Carefully sculpted genetics poked from each side of her skull, the tips neatly pointed as they directed her backside. Moca-colored bangs curve at her forehead, reaching all the way down to her eyes, as the silk that strands behind her hour glass figure, falls sweetly down to the back of her knees. Her attire is commonly addressed with lolita-like dresses, often equipped with that if iris matching bows, and little to no frills. She has a fandom for knee-high socks (especially those of solid colors), and has a closet load of boots and smaller heels (for more formal approaches). She also has a thing for hair accessories, one of her favorites being that of a golden orchid that sits against the left side of her head. Not that of a fighter, Iris carries around that of an Oak Staff, that curves neatly at its' tip into the carved design of a yinyang symbolism. While it may not hold any properties or assist her in any way more than bapping people upside the head, she has become quite attached to the wooden stake, that stands three inches above her own head. history Iris's history in the making, could very well the closest you can get to a normal transfixition into the world, when taking into consideration the fall of the Kingdom. Up until then, she had grew up with both parents, a wealthy home, a spoiled atmosphere, and clear of anything vile. However, at the age of ten, all of this came to an abrupt halt. The world clashed down around her in a rein of fiery hell, an assault from the unknowned -they called themselves the Dark Elves- upon the residence she had occupied since birth. Taken, was not only her shelter, but her mother, as well, leaving the child devastated in the arms of her father, who demanded that she shield her eyes as he escaped the ashes of the remaining home, tear-stained cheeks greeting that of the Guards. For a long period of time, Iris could not comprehend that of what had happened. Who the mysterious, dark-skinned people were, or where they had come from. But she did understand that they looked like your average commoner, except for hateful colored eyes that sought out destruction and that of her tainted skin. With the help of other Nobles, she and her father were able to get back on their feet, and news had spread to their ears in particular of the events at hand. There had been a clash within the Kingdom, a new King was lifted, and a new war was approaching. In fear of protecting his only daughter and the last of his blooded kin, Iris's father was hesitant of staying within the City, a prime target for that of the new faction at hand. And at the age of fifteen, he decided to make a run for it, pulling Iris along in search of safety amongst the neutral grounds. How he sorely mistaken. In trapped History, the button mashed to repeat, she, along with a handful of other rebellions who left the City, were ambushed when passing the perimeter of Sectum. Blood had been shed, and bodies were thrown into an uncarved grave. In a last moments stand, Iris's father threw her back, demanding that she retreat back to the City with the survivors. To run, and never look back. Hesitantly, she complied, taking her own life, and that of three others back to the Light City- but not before glancing back one last time. The monsterous figures that had attacked, warped, humanoids that looked not entirely like a Light, nor Dark Elf, but just something... horrible. In present day, Iris resides in that of the Light City in the residence left in her fathers' name, a fairly wealthy home with more than enough empty rooms that her fragile frame could handle. While she had no intentions of inviting people to stay, or make profit off some kind of rent, to the very few friends that the girl did keep dear, would often have their own possessions locked away in a room to call their own. [/style] [STYLE=text-align: right; color: #8e8f98; font-family: georgia; font-size: 27px; font-style: italic; margin-bottom: -22px; padding-right: 10px;]roleplayer[/style] [STYLE=width: 325px; background-color: #ffffff; padding: 5px; text-align: left; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px;]alias Jessie other characters Leon Scapel [/style]

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