Asteria
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 |  Subject: Asteria  Thu Jun 21, 2012 2:33 am | |
| First Name- Asteria Middle Name- Erilynne Last Name- da Silva Race- Human Age- 20 Gender- Female Height- 5'5" Weight- 122lbs Job- Nothing currently Appearance-  Asteria is slender in nature, allowing for a gracefulness to each movement, almost as if merely floating rather than walking. Thinner in nature, her body can seem a bit fragile, but she's a bit stronger than she appears, even if not physically. Skin ethereal, she's a luminescent glow when healthy, adding a sort of aura about her. Hair wavy and lustrous, it flows around her shoulders, a beautiful sun-kissed brunette, framing her face. Dark, soulful eyes adorn her face, a startling contrasting feature against the light airiness her body exudes. Personality- Unable to trust, she can't bring herself to let anyone in, creating walls around her as an attempt to keep what little she has left safe from the cruel reality she finds herself. Once past the skeptical yet fragile outer layer, a fiercely loyal friend resides. For those that can break past her walls, she'll be with until the end of time, willing to do anything to help them, including sacrificing herself. While it can be a fatal flaw of hers, she's yet to have to use it. Special Skills- None at this time History- Her life had been normal growing up. Living on a small farm, she'd tried to help wherever she could, trying to keep her small family afloat in the harsh times. But, unbeknownst to her, Asteria has escaped a madman, a tyrannic vampire who used her as a living blood-bag, until such time he'd thought her broken enough to use in all aspects. Her father, a poor man, had made a deal with the man, trading his daughter to save his wife from death. While a tough decision, he couldn't forsake his wife, and Asteria had always been resilient. He justified it to himself, and the deal was done. Taken away to live with him, she went through beatings, near-death drainings, and mental-beratings. Bit by bit, her memories faded. Each time a swing was taken, she lost another piece of herself. Thankfully, by a stroke of luck, she'd escaped... But her mind didn't. No longer remembering her name, her face, anything of her past, nor how she ended up in Storybrooke...Battered, cold, confused...She wanders, in search of something familiar, running away from something...or perhaps, to someone... [[Shall be expanded as she develops]]
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Rose
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| | Subject: Re: Asteria Thu Jun 21, 2012 2:40 am | |
| Accepted doll!  | |
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