Syraelia

[Celeste001]

Name: What’s it to you? But if you really must know they call me Syrealia.
Alignment: I do what is needed to survive. (Chaotic Neutral)
Race: A demon, to you folk.
Age: I’ve lost count. (Physically appears the equivalent to a human’s 25th year)
Gender: Your jaw dropping at my obvious curves tells me you already know.
Hair color: Blacker than anything you’ve ever seen.
Eye color: Blood red.
Height: You think I care to measure my height? Taller than you, that’s all I know. (5’7’’)
Weight: Not much else to me than flesh stretched over bones. (120 lbs)
Appearance:

If it weren’t for my blasted ashen gray skin, deep black hair and blood red eyes you would have assumed I was human. My body appears the same as a human woman; long toned legs, hips, tiny waist, flat stomach, more curves, and plain face with high cheekbones. I dress for travel; black leather vest long enough to cover my chest, exposed mid-rift to give my opponents a sense of false hope, black leather pant- skin tight of course, leather boots that rise to my knees- decent heel, two crossing leather belts with dagger sheaths, two swords strapped across my back and a thick scarf wrapped around my neck to hide what is dear to me.

Attitude/Personality:

Some might say I have an attitude, an aura around me that seems to frighten things away, but the truth is; I just don’t care. I hold nothing close to my heart. I have a goal, an objective that I mean to complete no matter what. I don’t say more than I have to, and I don’t care to listen to more than I have to. And that’s all you need to know.

Abilities:

I am highly skilled with a weapon, and I fight to win. I was trained by my father, a commander in my homeland's army and I have yet to meet anyone who can match my skills. I can see in darkness, and I have a keen nose.

Equipment:

Two plain steel daggers
Two steel swords

History:

I knew happiness once: I had a child. A son, whom I hoped I would watch grow and develop into a strong warrior, but someone, took that happiness away from me and I intent to find out who- and when I do… there will be no merci. I came from a world of darkness, full of vengeance, armed with a sword and the pendant I had crafted with my son’s essence within. It will show me to the one that murder my son. Before now, nothing matters.

[Celeste001]

I think I put this in the wrong place... I'm going to apologize now... SORRY!

[Witchblade]

Nah, you put it in the right place, Amanda. :p This is the character registration forum and glad to see that you have joined. Just because you asked, I do like your profile, especially the way in which you've written it. It's cute and gives a nice insight into her personality without even having to read that bit.

Now, on to the approval!

I only see a few very minor things, change 'being skilled with a weapon' to be more specific. i.e. Above Average with a sword and average with a dagger. Or vice versa, since I noticed you only have two weapons.

Also, add that the swords and daggers are all made from steel.

Edit your first post and then post here again letting me know it's been done.

[Celeste001]

Name: What’s it to you? But if you really must know they call me Syrealia.
Alignment: I do what is needed to survive. (Chaotic Neutral)
Race: A demon, to you folk.
Age: I’ve lost count. (Physically appears the equivalent to a human’s 25th year)
Gender: Your jaw dropping at my obvious curves tells me you already know.
Hair color: Blacker than anything you’ve ever seen.
Eye color: Blood red.
Height: You think I care to measure my height? Taller than you, that’s all I know. (5’7’’)
Weight: Not much else to me than flesh stretched over bones. (120 lbs)
Appearance:

If it weren’t for my blasted ashen gray skin, deep black hair and blood red eyes you would have assumed I was human. My body appears the same as a human woman; long toned legs, hips, tiny waist, flat stomach, more curves, and plain face with high cheekbones. I dress for travel; black leather vest long enough to cover my chest, exposed mid-rift to give my opponents a sense of false hope, black leather pant- skin tight of course, leather boots that rise to my knees- decent heel, two crossing leather belts with dagger sheaths, two swords strapped across my back and a thick scarf wrapped around my neck to hide what is dear to me.

Attitude/Personality:

Some might say I have an attitude, an aura around me that seems to frighten things away, but the truth is; I just don’t care. I hold nothing close to my heart. I have a goal, an objective that I mean to complete no matter what. I don’t say more than I have to, and I don’t care to listen to more than I have to. And that’s all you need to know.

Abilities:

I am highly skilled with a weapon, and I fight to win. I was trained by my father, a commander in my homeland's army and I have yet to meet anyone who can match my skills. I can see in darkness, and I have a keen nose.

Equipment:

Two plain steel daggers
Two steel swords

History:

I knew happiness once: I had a child. A son, whom I hoped I would watch grow and develop into a strong warrior, but someone, took that happiness away from me and I intent to find out who- and when I do… there will be no merci. I came from a world of darkness, full of vengeance, armed with a sword and the pendant I had crafted with my son’s essence within. It will show me to the one that murder my son. Before now, nothing matters.

[Witchblade]

lol, I didn't mean to post the entire profile again, just say 'edited' and when I would read it above. :p

You are approverized!

Welcome to Althanas. ^^