by iritium Fri Jun 15, 2012 9:01 pmBasic.
Name: Corinne Frances Moreau.
Nicknames: My friends used to call me Corn as a joke, but I don’t think that counts.
Age: Seventeen. I turn eighteen in October, but I’ve always naturally appeared a couple years older than I really am.
Gender: Female.
Features.
Species: Human unless stated otherwise.
Ethnic: Caucasian.
Nationality: Irish from my mother’s side, French from my father’s side. Born and grown as a hell raising Canadian. I am veritably proud of my origins and my fluency in French.
Skin Color: Not predominantly pale, but not so tan, either, due to my heritage. Once the sun stops hibernating, I get wicked tanned. It’s routine for me to get slight freckles on my nose during the summer. I have a creamy complexion, with slight olive undertones from my father’s side.
Tattoos/Piercings: I’m far too indecisive for tattoos, and piercings look salacious on me, although I wish I could do with both.
Height: Average; 5’5”.
Build: Generally standard build. Very subtle invert throughout my external oblique’s; tight frame and small chest; my legs are fairly toned as well as my arms; thin hips.
Weight: 118 lbs. I was moderately underweight as a child, so I have consequently low measurements. The perks are that I can eat like a twenty ton man.
Hair: I have a naturally golden blonde hair color, although I get highlights put in. Charming, I know. The length reaches a bit further than my elbows; I have long layers filtered throughout, and a couple shorter strands framing my face from a grown out fringe that meet up around my lip line. It’s ordinarily parted a bit to the right. The texture is usually soft, but it turns into a nightmare in the presence of humidity. Any extreme weather sets my hair on edge; during winter months my hair gets brittle. I often keep my hair in its natural state; delicate, crimped waves, which is either supported in an elastic or braid.
Eyes: Wide almond eyes with bordering, long eyelashes. The color is unstable, bordering on a teal green color. The edges are rimmed with a dark line and the body is flecked with somewhat yellow and blue fragments.
Other facial features: Round lips, with a thinner top lip accompanied by a soft Cupid’s bow. My cheekbones aren’t very well defined, although my oval face assumes their height. I have a soft chin; my defined jaw levels out the fineness of these features. Straight, sleek nose which hold a vague quality by undefined structure (no harsh lines).
Distinguishing marks: Small, inconspicuous scar from my last rib, running until the top of my hip bone.
Dress wear: My room is an awful turmoil because of the amount of clothes I have. I pretty much wear whatever is at the top of my drawers. I own tons of dresses and band shirts. My wardrobe basically consist of a load of skinny jeans, high waisted shorts, baggy shirts, loose skirts, tight crop tops, collars, flannel, and anything with studs. I can range from laid back outfits to in-your-face ensembles. I love neutral, earthy tones but I also enjoy wearing more bold articles.
Jewelry: Silver bracelet my friend got me for Christmas, along with a black leather braided bracelet.
Clothing.
About Character.
Relationship Status: Single, not looking for anything more.
Sexuality: Straight as far as I know of right now.
Personality: Independent, sarcastic, curious, and very opinionated. I feel very strongly about certain things and tend to be stubborn in shifting my thoughts. Despite this, I edge towards being an open mind and will consider everything in depth. I’m very determined and thrive on accomplishment, although I hold complete disregard for the goals others set up for me. I’m usually giddy and happy-go-lucky, and often thoughtless/reckless in my actions and words, but I stride in my thoughts in isolation.
I can be horribly insensitive without the slightest knowledge. I’m a hypocrite in denial and I have a hard time saying sorry. I’m often cynical in my own comfort, and attempt to justify all my failures. But, I do make great cupcakes, so~
I like to think of myself as humble underneath all my more vulgar attributes. I’m very introverted with my feelings and tend to pretend that I don’t have any, and loathe confrontation. This induces my emotional detachment from most people. I’m usually charismatic and tend to have a joke for everything, and I’ll often start a conversation with people I’ve never met if I feel comfortable in my surroundings. I bask in solitude but become suffocated in it as well. I’m a walking contradiction due to two parents who are completely antithetical in every aspect.
Hobbies: Sketching, painting, photography, snowboarding, reading (yes, for fun), writing, a bit of guitar, nothing fancy; on my way to being a drag racer.
Background: Came from a pretty average family. My parents divorced when I was young, so it’s given me a pretty biased opinion on marriage. I’ve always been the baby of the family, so years of being fostered in it has stirred a hate for being taken care of. I grew up with an older brother so I can take a solid beating, but I know how to give one back ten times worse.
Powers (In context): Shape shifter, ability to absorb life energy by physical contact.
Preferred Weapon (In context): Stack (8) of silver throwing knives.
Medical Disorder: None.
Name: Corinne Frances Moreau.
Nicknames: My friends used to call me Corn as a joke, but I don’t think that counts.
Age: Seventeen. I turn eighteen in October, but I’ve always naturally appeared a couple years older than I really am.
Gender: Female.
Features.
Species: Human unless stated otherwise.
Ethnic: Caucasian.
Nationality: Irish from my mother’s side, French from my father’s side. Born and grown as a hell raising Canadian. I am veritably proud of my origins and my fluency in French.
Skin Color: Not predominantly pale, but not so tan, either, due to my heritage. Once the sun stops hibernating, I get wicked tanned. It’s routine for me to get slight freckles on my nose during the summer. I have a creamy complexion, with slight olive undertones from my father’s side.
Tattoos/Piercings: I’m far too indecisive for tattoos, and piercings look salacious on me, although I wish I could do with both.
Height: Average; 5’5”.
Build: Generally standard build. Very subtle invert throughout my external oblique’s; tight frame and small chest; my legs are fairly toned as well as my arms; thin hips.
Weight: 118 lbs. I was moderately underweight as a child, so I have consequently low measurements. The perks are that I can eat like a twenty ton man.
Hair: I have a naturally golden blonde hair color, although I get highlights put in. Charming, I know. The length reaches a bit further than my elbows; I have long layers filtered throughout, and a couple shorter strands framing my face from a grown out fringe that meet up around my lip line. It’s ordinarily parted a bit to the right. The texture is usually soft, but it turns into a nightmare in the presence of humidity. Any extreme weather sets my hair on edge; during winter months my hair gets brittle. I often keep my hair in its natural state; delicate, crimped waves, which is either supported in an elastic or braid.
Eyes: Wide almond eyes with bordering, long eyelashes. The color is unstable, bordering on a teal green color. The edges are rimmed with a dark line and the body is flecked with somewhat yellow and blue fragments.
Other facial features: Round lips, with a thinner top lip accompanied by a soft Cupid’s bow. My cheekbones aren’t very well defined, although my oval face assumes their height. I have a soft chin; my defined jaw levels out the fineness of these features. Straight, sleek nose which hold a vague quality by undefined structure (no harsh lines).
Distinguishing marks: Small, inconspicuous scar from my last rib, running until the top of my hip bone.
Dress wear: My room is an awful turmoil because of the amount of clothes I have. I pretty much wear whatever is at the top of my drawers. I own tons of dresses and band shirts. My wardrobe basically consist of a load of skinny jeans, high waisted shorts, baggy shirts, loose skirts, tight crop tops, collars, flannel, and anything with studs. I can range from laid back outfits to in-your-face ensembles. I love neutral, earthy tones but I also enjoy wearing more bold articles.
Jewelry: Silver bracelet my friend got me for Christmas, along with a black leather braided bracelet.
Clothing.
About Character.
Relationship Status: Single, not looking for anything more.
Sexuality: Straight as far as I know of right now.
Personality: Independent, sarcastic, curious, and very opinionated. I feel very strongly about certain things and tend to be stubborn in shifting my thoughts. Despite this, I edge towards being an open mind and will consider everything in depth. I’m very determined and thrive on accomplishment, although I hold complete disregard for the goals others set up for me. I’m usually giddy and happy-go-lucky, and often thoughtless/reckless in my actions and words, but I stride in my thoughts in isolation.
I can be horribly insensitive without the slightest knowledge. I’m a hypocrite in denial and I have a hard time saying sorry. I’m often cynical in my own comfort, and attempt to justify all my failures. But, I do make great cupcakes, so~
I like to think of myself as humble underneath all my more vulgar attributes. I’m very introverted with my feelings and tend to pretend that I don’t have any, and loathe confrontation. This induces my emotional detachment from most people. I’m usually charismatic and tend to have a joke for everything, and I’ll often start a conversation with people I’ve never met if I feel comfortable in my surroundings. I bask in solitude but become suffocated in it as well. I’m a walking contradiction due to two parents who are completely antithetical in every aspect.
Hobbies: Sketching, painting, photography, snowboarding, reading (yes, for fun), writing, a bit of guitar, nothing fancy; on my way to being a drag racer.
Background: Came from a pretty average family. My parents divorced when I was young, so it’s given me a pretty biased opinion on marriage. I’ve always been the baby of the family, so years of being fostered in it has stirred a hate for being taken care of. I grew up with an older brother so I can take a solid beating, but I know how to give one back ten times worse.
Powers (In context): Shape shifter, ability to absorb life energy by physical contact.
Preferred Weapon (In context): Stack (8) of silver throwing knives.
Medical Disorder: None.
Last edited by iritium on Wed Jun 20, 2012 10:23 pm; edited 1 time in total
