Post by i kay buraze ! on Sept 6, 2008 19:50:54 GMT -5
•• are you a GOOD witch
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☪ kaydence alissa buraze ,,[/size][/color]
•• baptized with a perfect name[/size][/font]
, the doubting one by heart alone without himself[/size][/center]
full name;; Kaydence Alissa Buraze
nicknames;; Kay, Liss, Kayes, 'That one chick'
age/birthday;; 18/ 02-24-1990
occupation;; none, as of yet.
element;; fire,baby!
sexual orientation;;straight
distinguishing features;; The straight brown locks frame a face that's oval-ish, with a slightly pointed chin, showing the distant french from her father's side. Kay's lips are light pink, full, and almost always twisted into a smile or smirk. Or giving some smart-ass/sarcastic comment. Which ever, take your pick. Her nose is just your average, run-of-the-mill nose. Nothing special about it. Lissa's skin is very pale, and baby soft. It also bruises easily. Her eyes stand out well against her dark hair and pale skin; they're icey blue, and often show her emotions . Kaydence's teeth are fairly straight, but not perfectly. She often doodles on herself in pen/Sharpie/Marker. She also has a couple piercings; three in her ears, two of which are in the cartilage
Kayes's upper torso is rather boring. She's rather thin, most of her weight being muscle. She's actually a bit like Melanie from the book Gone with the Wind in that respect. Hopefully she's not planning on having kids then,eh? Anyway, her arms aren't stick thin, but they aren't thick, either. They're slender, I guess. She has long, thin, 'piano player's' fingers, but they aren't freakishly, alien long. Her nails aren't in the best shape, because Kaydence chews on them. Turns out she liked the taste of the hot sauce her mother used to try and make her stop.Go figure.
Our dear Kay's stomach is flat, not concave or convex. Just flat. Her hips gently curve into her long legs. Runner's legs, if she had any coordination what so ever. Which she doesn't. At all. This is why she often has bruises up and down her legs...and arms. She has a powerful kick, though. Her feet are small. Not very small, but small all the same. She never wears flip-flops; they annoy her to death. She would be perfectly content to burn them all in a large fireplace. One of her legs is half a centimeter longer than the other; her left. She has a birthmark on her thigh, a tan circle. Yayy for oddities!
face claim;; Alexis Bledel
•• war between him and the day
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Ah, Kaydence! She can be completely and totally cold towards people she doesn't like, but be a brilliant friend. She comforts, gives advice, and jokes around with her companions. She may be slightly insane, but insanity is good. It keeps things fresh, and entertaining. She can sit for hours, just reading while listening to music. If you interrupt her doing this, you will get the master death glare that she is so good at. If looks could kill runs through ones mind at these times.
Kay is a complete music freak. She almost always has her Zune on her person, and aften times has it plugged in her ears. Her voice itself is musical, too. Kaydence will listen to almost anything, from concert music, to classic rock, to j-pop. Her dad used to always tease her, saying that only ten percent of her mind was listening to someone speak, the other ninety percent was listening to music. She often hums songs she likes, or even ones she made up. Because she's just freaking special like that.
Kayes is sarcastic, and a bit of a smart-ass. She isn't afraid to tell you her true opinion, good or bad. Especially in your musical tastes. Actually, don't even get her started on music. She will rant at you for hours, saying that all that was on the radio today was 'whiny love song crap'. She may just have a bit of a problem with cursing. Just a bit. Also, she tends to make up her own words. Again, she may be the slightest bit insane.
She has a fiery temper, and it doesn't take much to get her wound up. She isn't necessarily an angry person; she's actually a very nice one when she wants to be. It's just she has serious anger management issues. And with a power over fire and a slight tendency to be a pyromaniac, that isn't good.
•• never-fading rain in your heart
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hometown;; Swords, Ireland
family;;Tyler Buraze|Father|Photographer for National Geographic
Elizabeth Buraze|Mother|Deceased
Jaclyn Alucard|Aunt|Member of the Coven
Kaydence doesn't talk about her past. If you ask her about it, she'll simply say, 'In the immortal words of Johnathan Larson [May he Rest in Peice], 'There is no future, there is no past. I live each moment as my last.' ', and then walk away, as you sit, wodering how the hell she knew who wrote the music for Rent. But since this is special, I will tell you a bit about her past.
Kaydence's mother, Elizabeth, had died during childbirth. So she had been raised by her father Tyler blaze, who for all of his love for his new daughter, had no idea how to raise her. He tried, God know he did. But he did have to do his job, which involved roaming around the world. Ty knew that this was no way for a child to be raised, so he sent his daughter to her aunt Jaclyn.
Jaclyn was Liz's younger sister, and raised little Kay as her own. But she had a secret; she was a witch. A water witch, to be exact, and on the side of the Coven. Jac knew that her neice was also a witch, but made sure that Kaydence didn't start training until she was in her teenage years, about fifteen. Kaydence had been surprised, naturally, but not too mad. She was, however, confused as to why the hell her aunt hadn't told her before hand.
And so, Kaydence soon found out that she was a fire witch. In retrospect, had she been someone else, Kay would have probably thought 'Oh joy. A pyro with ability over fire'. Because she is just freaking snarky that way. Kay was quiet, and a bit shy, as she always was around new people [Note: She has gotten over this]. She was, however, a fast learner. So that was a good thing.
Nowadays, Kay keeps in contact with both her father and her aunt. She makes sure of it actually. Whether it be by letter, by phone call, or bay actually going to see them, she lets them know that she is still alive at least once a month. After all, they are her only family.
[[[OoC: Such crap. That is probably one of my worst histories ever]]]
•• the hiding amaranth in a land
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strengths;;• Music
• Remembering People's names
• Fire[this one should be obvious]
• Chocolate/Caffine/Sugar
weaknesses;;• Classic Rock. She absolutely loves it. If you put it on, she will spend the next hour naming the bands and songs playing.
• An animal in pain. She will kill you if you abuse your pet. And then call the ASPCA, or the Humane Society
• Water. Again, this should be obvious.
• This little thing called 'anger management'
likes;;Books
•Music
•Ckassic Rock
•Reading
•Sarcasm
•House, M.D
•Bones
•Musicals
•Anime and Manga
•Love
•Video Games
•Star Wars and Indiana Jones
•SCRUBS!
•Reading
dislikes;;•Heartbreak
•Small Children
•Drama Queens, or kings
•Jocks, for the most part. Maybe a few exceptions
•People who show off
•Annoying people
•Mornings
•Alarm clocks
weapons;; Mainly? Her magick. But, just to be safe, she does have a long blade katana that she is pretty skilled with.
magick;; Kaydence can do the typical things that accompany having an affinity with fire.
- Healing
-Can summon Fire
- Can speak to fire.Yes, fire can speak. You know the crackling and popping noises? That is the language of fire.
•• untouched hearing voices
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your name/alias;; Chaseon
years rping;;Many
where'd you find us?;; A random site. I can't remember the name
who else do you play;;Nobody
rp sample;;
Ari was laying on one of the couches of the common room, staring at the ceiling. She was bored out of her brunette-pony tailed mind. She was almost at the point where she was going to hit her head on the wall, but wanted to keep all of her braincells, thanks much. Her hands were in her pockets, which had nothing in them, save a few gum wrappers. It figures that the one day she leaves her Zune in her dorm is a day when she nearly goes insane out of boredom. Okay, so she was already insane, but shh. You know that, and I know that, but they, they don't know that.
You know what? Curiosity did not kill the cat. It was bored, so it went and committed suicide, making all those canaries very cheerful, She thought, rolling her chocolate brown orbs. She needed interaction, dammit! Weather it was with one of the cats that roamed the school, with another fledgling, or with a teacher. She needed to talk to someone. And her shoes were not very good conversationalists.
Of course, in most cases, going to find a conversation would involve getting up, which Arietta did not particularly want to do. She liked the couch; it was comfy. But on the other hand, she needed to talk to someone soon, elsewise she'd start talking to the pillow she was holding, which she had named Fred.
And then on the non-existent third hand, she could just wait until somebody walked through the common room door, and until then have a telepathic conversation with Fred, who may just be a smart pillow. Okay, she really was going insane; she was giving a pillow a name and a personality. And soon it would probably be her best friend.
You know what? Curiosity did not kill the cat. It was bored, so it went and committed suicide, making all those canaries very cheerful, She thought, rolling her chocolate brown orbs. She needed interaction, dammit! Weather it was with one of the cats that roamed the school, with another fledgling, or with a teacher. She needed to talk to someone. And her shoes were not very good conversationalists.
Of course, in most cases, going to find a conversation would involve getting up, which Arietta did not particularly want to do. She liked the couch; it was comfy. But on the other hand, she needed to talk to someone soon, elsewise she'd start talking to the pillow she was holding, which she had named Fred.
And then on the non-existent third hand, she could just wait until somebody walked through the common room door, and until then have a telepathic conversation with Fred, who may just be a smart pillow. Okay, she really was going insane; she was giving a pillow a name and a personality. And soon it would probably be her best friend.
