Post by Nel~ on Nov 6, 2009 18:14:18 GMT -5
{ I CAN'T FEEL MY SENSES }
name :: Sun, Natalia (Preffers Nelly)
age :: 19
gender :: Female
{ I JUST FEEL THE COLD }
height :: 160cm
weight :: 50 Kg (110 pounds)
hair :: Short, lightly layered honey blonde hair with her bangs swept across to the right side.
skin :: Aisan. Smooth and a bit pale. Virtually no blemishes, and very soft.
clothing style :: Anything and everything. Nelly has been known to wear a cetain style one day, and then switch to an extravagantly different one the next. She never leaves home without her trusty pair of black and white skull print DJ style headphones slung around her neck.
tattoos or scars :: Nel has a tattoo of a dragon with its wings open wide across her collar bone, just above the bits. its tail curls downward, just below the average tee-shirt collar view. Nel has a few scars varying in size on her left side. Traveling from her hipbone to her fourth rib, she has about four long jagged ones, and a few tiny ones from a car accident in the human world.
other distinguishing features :: Her deep chocolate eyes and a killer smile. Nelly always seems to have a carefree look on her face, mixed with clever, mischeivous intent and a cunniving sneer.
{ ALL COLORS SEEM TO FADE AWAY }
powers :: With Nelly, death isn't an easy thing. Even if the mynx were to become depressed, suicidal even, there would be no point in killing herself. Nelly cannot die. Well, that isn't true. She CAN die, just in no average way. Nelly's kind is a special one, one gifted with five extra lives (resulting in six) with the purpose of aiding mankind. One way to kill her would be to send her to the human world, as all Elturi seem to 'drown' in their own power there. The only other way would be to kill her six times, and while it doesn't seem too hard, after maybe say, the fourth time, I think someone would notice.
lifespan :: Nel's aging stoped at age 17. She will continue to survive looking like a 17 year-old until all of her lives have been taken. She is incapable of reproduction because of this, a small price for virtually endles life.
faction :: Impartial. She doesn't care t bother trying to really belong to ANY cast.
race :: Elturi. Roughly means 'drowning'. The Elturi are a nymph-like race who adapt their basic looks to the creatures around them at birth, which is why all Elturi born in the human world look human. They have six 'lives' in which they use to revive themselves each time they die. Elturi also stop aging at a random time in their lifespan. Usually around the mid-twenties, this phenomenon can occur at any point in life. The 'drowning' process takes about 15 years to complete, however once it does, the Elturi is dead forever, no matter how many lives they have. Most leave the human plain long before that to escape the suffering.
other interesting abilities/talents :: Nelly's odd little skill in accent impersonation, and a bit of knowladge about the Korean and Japanese languages, along with her 'native' English.
{ I CAN'T REACH MY SOUL }
Nelly loves the human modern Aisan culture, especially the music. She likes American style music too, but finds it rather without point, but its easy to dance to so she lets it slip by. Nel has always depended on herself in life, the Elturi race not dependant on their parents like humans, and dropped out of school at age 16 to work at a friend's bar. She came to Shadowland at the age of 10, she's been hit by a car and killed, and has only five lives left. Nelly is also bi. She dates men and women, and she doesn't mind it in the least when men whistle, she finds it flattering to both her and her date.likes :: The heat, dogs, apples, apple pie, exploring, people watching, travel, music, risks, trucks/motorbikes, Dana (Person. Will make later).
dislikes :: Prudency, being held back, school (She dropped out), racism and all that jazz.
fears :: Open water, caves/under ground, the dark.
dreams :: To open her own club, to meet Dana.
quirks :: She loves accents, she doesn't care to know about her race, a live-in-the-moment type of person, and she smokes sometimes.
general personality :: Nelly can hardly be called a general person. She's very eccentric, determined, and bold. She isn't so much annoying, only to close friends or people she doesn't like. While she's more a boy than a girl (No matter what the anatomy says), Nelly is a sort of romantic, with the right person of course. Her idea of closeness is being able to make fun of each other without getting angry. She loves a good arguement, and will jump into a verbal fight with anyone if the give a reason, but she hates it when friends fight. While she likes to tussle as much as the next guy, Nel is a sort of 'peace keeper' in a group of friends. As far as her personality toward strangers, she keeps her easygoing attitude and always has a smile on her face.
other informative facts ::
{ I WOULD STOP RUNNING }
She's nineteen. Not much else happened, other than that she got a very strange fascination with big vehicles and motorbikes after being killed by a car.mother :: An unkown Elturi. Their kind doesn't raise their young for long, and Nelly was too young to remember her when she was left to fend for herself.
father :: An unknown human man. She never met him, nor does she have the initiative to, though she carries his last name.
siblings :: None. Elturi are born singally and usually never meet their siblings due to the 'no-parental-raising' thing.
other relatives :: Adoptive parents. They sent her away when she was ten after 'surviving' a deadly car crash when she was ten. She doesn't think about them as they were prudent fundamentalists and lets just say that having mor ethan one life wasn't their only problem with Nel.
hometown :: Born in Daejeon, South Korea. Lived in Seattle for a bit before comming to Shadowland after being 'resurrected' after being hit by a car at age ten.
history :: Nelly doesn't know much about her life with her mother. She never met her father and doesn't really know if she has any other famiy. It's alright though, she wouldn't care to meet them anyway. Ever since she was adopted she has depended on herself. She hated attending school and started skipping when she was nine. She was hit by a car at age ten and sent away from her adoptive parents' house. After crosing over into Shadowland, nel depended soley on herself, and accepted help from no one. She never went back to school, and instead worked odd jobs at stores until she was old enough to get a real job. She began working at as a sleazy bartender when she was sixteen, and still upholds the job. Nelly isn't the most educated about Elturi customs, but she doesn't hold a grudge against her mother for leaving her. She doesn't know much, but it doesn't bother her that she has no family, it just means she lives by her own means.
other historical revelations ::
{ IF I KNEW THERE WAS A CHANCE }
The dim lights of a standalone bar glowing in the darkened twilight night. Nel sighed as the sound of loudbeat music and ranting drunks breached her ears. This was home. She tugged the large white headphones off her ears and left them hanging around her neck as she pushed oped the door to be greeted by the half-crocked regulars. A smile painted on and sweater hanging on her shoulders she steped behind the bartable.ooc name :: Nel
rp expirience :: Pretty good. I'm not used to posts so big, but I'd love to get used to it. I hate tiny two-liner posts.
how did you find SL? :: Advertisement on other sites. I was bored =^^=
rp example ::
The night went on. Drinks were served, and fights were broken up, when the night-riders showed up. Partiers and dance frenatics out for a night of fun and wild release. Nelly liked them best, social people who prefered special drinks to Chors and Bud. Then she showed up. Dana. A creature Nelly had never seen the likes of, beyond all mortal comparison. The tall, skinny brunette was a godess in a humanesque form. Nelly smiled widely at the group, Dana too busy chatting up her date to notice. The redheaded girl nodded feverently at the sexgodess' comments and giggled at the jokes. The girl was lucky, and she knew it. Not many got to be around a being so beautiful, yet Nel felt no resentment. Just a bit of jelousy. A few straglers sauntered over to the bar while the others dove straight for the 'dance floor', if it could be called that. Service with a smile and light convorsation, waiting for solitude so she could admire her point of interest in peace. Nel loved to watch club hoppers the most out of anyone. They were so exciting and not in the least bit boring like her other options.
A sharp ring made her ears flicker. Her break, finally. Slipping out the back door, she fished out her trusty lighter and cig pack. While she didn't like to do this often, Nelly decided she needed a little bit of support to make it through the night. Surely one smoke wouldn't hurt, and she might meet an interesting smoker to talk to.
