Post by Siren on Feb 28, 2015 21:21:22 GMT -6
Picture Of Character:
Name: Siren Sings
SHSL: Musician
Gender: Female
Weapon Specialty: Blunt/Sharp/Chemical
Evidence: Hiding
Skill: Anatomy
Bio ('cause why not?): My story begins in an apartment at the edge of a large city. My parents never married, and fought all the time. Being their only child, I was always the center of their fights. I became anti-social, and whenever I had a problem, I turned to music. Music became my life at a very young age, my ultimate goal being to get a scholarship to music school after I graduated. As I grew up, the fights became more intense, my father turning to alcohol, and my mother trying to be the happy home-maker to cover it up. Eventually my father became abusive. It would start with "accidentally" hitting one of us, then apologizing repeatedly and swearing he'd never do it again. With my mother he'd say things such as, "Don't leave me or I won't be able to live with myself." and "What would I do without you two? I need you. You can't leave." She fell for it every single time. The worse it got, the more I was driven into my shell. It became hard for me to communicate with others, so I'd turn to music. It had been the only thing not to fail me. I'd get lost in the music, and started writing my own songs, buying as much sound equipment and as many instruments I could. Due to my lack of communication, I hung around the first group of people to truly reach out to me. Unluckily for me, they weren't exactly star pupils. But for once, I truly felt I belonged. Even if my only friends were a group of vandals. Because of my musical ability, I was known among them as Siren, my signature graffiti tag being a music note scythe. Eventually my parents got sick of me and sent me away. Soon after I was betrayed by my friends, whom I had trusted with my life. But fate had it that an invitation would reach me, and now I've ended up here. I don't know what's coming for me, and I don't care. Let's give 'em hell.
I would like to note that I just used the picture Jurie made of me, though my character would usually look as described below.
Mid-length raven black hair usually worn down or in twintails, Ice blue eyes, Porcelain skin, short (About 5"2), normally found wearing a long-sleeved black shirt with a black hoodie over it along with black skinny jeans and black Converse high-tops or Vans.
I hope this is okay for an application now. ^w^
Name: Siren Sings
SHSL: Musician
Gender: Female
Weapon Specialty: Blunt/Sharp/Chemical
Evidence: Hiding
Skill: Anatomy
Bio ('cause why not?): My story begins in an apartment at the edge of a large city. My parents never married, and fought all the time. Being their only child, I was always the center of their fights. I became anti-social, and whenever I had a problem, I turned to music. Music became my life at a very young age, my ultimate goal being to get a scholarship to music school after I graduated. As I grew up, the fights became more intense, my father turning to alcohol, and my mother trying to be the happy home-maker to cover it up. Eventually my father became abusive. It would start with "accidentally" hitting one of us, then apologizing repeatedly and swearing he'd never do it again. With my mother he'd say things such as, "Don't leave me or I won't be able to live with myself." and "What would I do without you two? I need you. You can't leave." She fell for it every single time. The worse it got, the more I was driven into my shell. It became hard for me to communicate with others, so I'd turn to music. It had been the only thing not to fail me. I'd get lost in the music, and started writing my own songs, buying as much sound equipment and as many instruments I could. Due to my lack of communication, I hung around the first group of people to truly reach out to me. Unluckily for me, they weren't exactly star pupils. But for once, I truly felt I belonged. Even if my only friends were a group of vandals. Because of my musical ability, I was known among them as Siren, my signature graffiti tag being a music note scythe. Eventually my parents got sick of me and sent me away. Soon after I was betrayed by my friends, whom I had trusted with my life. But fate had it that an invitation would reach me, and now I've ended up here. I don't know what's coming for me, and I don't care. Let's give 'em hell.
I would like to note that I just used the picture Jurie made of me, though my character would usually look as described below.
Mid-length raven black hair usually worn down or in twintails, Ice blue eyes, Porcelain skin, short (About 5"2), normally found wearing a long-sleeved black shirt with a black hoodie over it along with black skinny jeans and black Converse high-tops or Vans.
I hope this is okay for an application now. ^w^
you got this
