Post by DA VINCI~ on Dec 19, 2010 17:33:07 GMT -5
Species: Human
Name: Violette (Teasingly called 'Viola')
Last name:[x]
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Eyes: Viola's eyes are hazel, and are her main way of communicating expression.
Appearance: Viola finds herself to be quite ugly, and shy's herself away behind her bark-brown, long hair. Her skin is pasty, with calloused hands, but soft otherwise else. Her usual clothing consists of cargo-pants and uninteresting T-Shirts. Her shoes are white and worn, with little, meaningless music-notes drawn with black-marker by herself. She smiles quite frequently, but it's usually halfhearted, and a lonely smile. Her laughs are silent, but you can see the joy in her face whenever it is rarely presented. Almost all the time, her instrument, the viola, is always by her side.
Markings: She has numerous scars that run down her neck, and up the entire right side of her face from a dog-attack when she was young.
(Village / Home): Red-Mount Orphanage.
(Family): Unknown.
(Employment) Unemployed
(School:) Does not go to school.
Social Status: [x]
Strengths: She has a deep strength in music. Plays by ear, imagination and heart. Stealth is also one of her strengths, along with nimble speed.
Weaknesses: Viola does not know musical notes. She can not read or write, and has committed to Selective Mutism. Her only communication is her music. She is afraid of all animals, and deathly terrified of dogs.
Gift: [x]
Personality: Viola does not speak to anyone, and that is because both she is committed to Selective Mutism and because she is incredibly shy. She will avoid eye-contact whenever possible. However, this keeps her very solitary, resulting in deep loneliness and longing for company. Viola always plays music either somewhere excluded or in the dark, preferring to keep her musical passion a secret. Viola spends most -if not all- of her times in the shadows of Cysro, or at the Ciroc Docks, strumming or bowing her viola in new tunes invented daily.
History of Her Scar: At age five, Viola was attacked by a rabid dog, and nearly killed if the animal hadn't been pulled away by a stranger nearby. This resulted in numerous scars and hideous marks that tear from her face down to her neck. From that day, she gained a life-time fear of animals, and even more of dogs.
History: Violette had lived without a family for as long as she could remember. Orphaned on her first year of living, she was sent to Red-Mount Orphanage where she continues to live through her music. Unwanting of speech, her viola is the only form of communication (aside from expressions and gestures).
She began her passion for music at age 5. After temporarily losing her voice through an animal-attack, the large scar that runs down her face and neck only assists in anti-social behaviour. That silence and exclusion began to bore her. The only true thing that got a sound out of her was music.
The five-year old Viola would always sit by the windowsill of the orphanage. By the meadow outside the orphanage, close to wear the children played, there used to be a large outdoor musical. It would come every Friday, and Viola had never missed a show. The beauty of the music made her jealous of her ugly appearance.
At first, Viola had listened to the orchestra preforming, and would hum the tunes until she knew each song by heart. Then, in the spare time as the children played outside, she would teach herself to whistle. After that, she had begun to drum at the long dining table as the orphans sat to eat each afternoon. She began to make her own instruments out of elastic bands and sticks. Of course this was enough to soothe her lust for making music until she grew older.
As her 8th birthday approached, Viola began to grow tired of her make-shift instruments. She didn't hear as much music than noise as she plucked against the elastic bands on her arms.
On the next Friday night, Viola decided that she would get an instrument, whatever the consequences be. With a determined look, she awaited the time that the maids would come and put the children to bed. As soon as everything was quiet aside from the snores and ruffles of the fellow orphans, Viola crawled out of bed. Her eyes quickly adjusted to the darkness and within seconds she made her way through the Orphanage. As she made her way outside, Viola found herself in the darkness of the night, wearing only her ragged night-dress. Fright made through to her brain, itching her to go back, but was shoved out of focus as she spotted the outdoor stage across the property's lawn. She sprinted all the way to reach the stage, looking frantically for any signs of people. Seeing no one, Viola hopped on the stage, wiggling her small body until she managed to fully pull herself up. With cautious, but excited eyes, the young girl acknowledged that she had no idea why she was going through with this. Surely this was but a ticket to punishment, and yet... she found herself crouched beside the instruments backstage, without any recognition of ever searching. Suddenly, a voice boomed at her just as a ray of light caught her body. Grabbing the first thing she could, Viola made a run for it.
The next couple of weeks were spent plucking curiously at the strings of the instrument she had stolen. Through hinting at her maids, she had managed to find out that it was called a "viola."
Within her 9th birthday, Viola had tuned enough self-taught knowledge to play songs. Each night, she would crawl out of her bed and sneak outside. And through the cold night air, she would experiment and produce small songs.
At age 14, Viola was given legal freedom from the orphanage to explore Cysro. (However was set a curfew for 10:00) In the time she had to explore, Viola would play everywhere. And as she grew, she found herself more and more attracted to hanging around Cysrin High, where she would observe the kids her age doing the things that she could not.
This evasive study continued from then to now.
Name: Violette (Teasingly called 'Viola')
Last name:[x]
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Eyes: Viola's eyes are hazel, and are her main way of communicating expression.
Appearance: Viola finds herself to be quite ugly, and shy's herself away behind her bark-brown, long hair. Her skin is pasty, with calloused hands, but soft otherwise else. Her usual clothing consists of cargo-pants and uninteresting T-Shirts. Her shoes are white and worn, with little, meaningless music-notes drawn with black-marker by herself. She smiles quite frequently, but it's usually halfhearted, and a lonely smile. Her laughs are silent, but you can see the joy in her face whenever it is rarely presented. Almost all the time, her instrument, the viola, is always by her side.
Markings: She has numerous scars that run down her neck, and up the entire right side of her face from a dog-attack when she was young.
(Village / Home): Red-Mount Orphanage.
(Family): Unknown.
(Employment) Unemployed
(School:) Does not go to school.
Social Status: [x]
Strengths: She has a deep strength in music. Plays by ear, imagination and heart. Stealth is also one of her strengths, along with nimble speed.
Weaknesses: Viola does not know musical notes. She can not read or write, and has committed to Selective Mutism. Her only communication is her music. She is afraid of all animals, and deathly terrified of dogs.
Gift: [x]
Personality: Viola does not speak to anyone, and that is because both she is committed to Selective Mutism and because she is incredibly shy. She will avoid eye-contact whenever possible. However, this keeps her very solitary, resulting in deep loneliness and longing for company. Viola always plays music either somewhere excluded or in the dark, preferring to keep her musical passion a secret. Viola spends most -if not all- of her times in the shadows of Cysro, or at the Ciroc Docks, strumming or bowing her viola in new tunes invented daily.
History of Her Scar: At age five, Viola was attacked by a rabid dog, and nearly killed if the animal hadn't been pulled away by a stranger nearby. This resulted in numerous scars and hideous marks that tear from her face down to her neck. From that day, she gained a life-time fear of animals, and even more of dogs.
History: Violette had lived without a family for as long as she could remember. Orphaned on her first year of living, she was sent to Red-Mount Orphanage where she continues to live through her music. Unwanting of speech, her viola is the only form of communication (aside from expressions and gestures).
She began her passion for music at age 5. After temporarily losing her voice through an animal-attack, the large scar that runs down her face and neck only assists in anti-social behaviour. That silence and exclusion began to bore her. The only true thing that got a sound out of her was music.
The five-year old Viola would always sit by the windowsill of the orphanage. By the meadow outside the orphanage, close to wear the children played, there used to be a large outdoor musical. It would come every Friday, and Viola had never missed a show. The beauty of the music made her jealous of her ugly appearance.
At first, Viola had listened to the orchestra preforming, and would hum the tunes until she knew each song by heart. Then, in the spare time as the children played outside, she would teach herself to whistle. After that, she had begun to drum at the long dining table as the orphans sat to eat each afternoon. She began to make her own instruments out of elastic bands and sticks. Of course this was enough to soothe her lust for making music until she grew older.
As her 8th birthday approached, Viola began to grow tired of her make-shift instruments. She didn't hear as much music than noise as she plucked against the elastic bands on her arms.
On the next Friday night, Viola decided that she would get an instrument, whatever the consequences be. With a determined look, she awaited the time that the maids would come and put the children to bed. As soon as everything was quiet aside from the snores and ruffles of the fellow orphans, Viola crawled out of bed. Her eyes quickly adjusted to the darkness and within seconds she made her way through the Orphanage. As she made her way outside, Viola found herself in the darkness of the night, wearing only her ragged night-dress. Fright made through to her brain, itching her to go back, but was shoved out of focus as she spotted the outdoor stage across the property's lawn. She sprinted all the way to reach the stage, looking frantically for any signs of people. Seeing no one, Viola hopped on the stage, wiggling her small body until she managed to fully pull herself up. With cautious, but excited eyes, the young girl acknowledged that she had no idea why she was going through with this. Surely this was but a ticket to punishment, and yet... she found herself crouched beside the instruments backstage, without any recognition of ever searching. Suddenly, a voice boomed at her just as a ray of light caught her body. Grabbing the first thing she could, Viola made a run for it.
The next couple of weeks were spent plucking curiously at the strings of the instrument she had stolen. Through hinting at her maids, she had managed to find out that it was called a "viola."
Within her 9th birthday, Viola had tuned enough self-taught knowledge to play songs. Each night, she would crawl out of her bed and sneak outside. And through the cold night air, she would experiment and produce small songs.
At age 14, Viola was given legal freedom from the orphanage to explore Cysro. (However was set a curfew for 10:00) In the time she had to explore, Viola would play everywhere. And as she grew, she found herself more and more attracted to hanging around Cysrin High, where she would observe the kids her age doing the things that she could not.
This evasive study continued from then to now.
