Terra Saudevoir (WIP)

[rosalie]

CHARACTER'S FULL NAME

Fierce, Kind, Loyal

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Full Name: Terra Saudevoir
Significance of Name: Terra (Tara) Saudevoir (Protection in French)
Nickname(s): Tiger
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Orientation: Straight
Grade: Freshman
Celeb you're using: Amy Smart
Deity: Tara - Indian
Title of your deity: Goddess of Protection and Mother to Us All

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Physical Appearance:

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Personality Description: Often misunderstood as the preppy type, she retained many qualities with her Deity, Tara. She is kind, nurturing, and willing to help everyone; you can't help but like her. Despite the protective nature of her abilities, she has learned to utilize them

Likes:
- Football
- Helping out
- Learning
- Boys
- Love
Dislikes:
- Fighting
- Hate
- Males
- Doctors
- Death (in general. Includes Necromancy)
Strength:
- Protecting
- School
- Sports
- Cleaning
- Categorizing
Weaknesses:
- Low Stamina
- Quick to Anger
- Will Sacrifice self for others
- No time Keeping ability
- Powers don't work as well on herself
Fears: Her greatest fear in life is if she fails to protect her friends. She has woken up in bed, sweating, having a nightmare about this very thing.
Goal: Her utmost goal in life is to have world peace. Far-fetched, yes, but one worth achieving.

Power/Ability: Force field Generation. Tara is the goddess of protection. However, Terra's powers are stronger when used on someone else. When she uses a force field to block or help herself, it is noticeably weaker.
WELCOME TO MY LIFE ' '

Place of Origin:
History:

CONNECTION TO THE MYTH ' '

- fierce and loyal when it comes to friends
- kind
- motherly figures
- love physical activity
- prefers to talk things out than fight
- will fight for friends if the need arises

ROLEPLAYING SAMPLE ' '

The night sky was dark and twinkling with diamonds, forever suspended in a dark liquid. The light cast by the full moon shined down on a city, bustling even at night. The asphalt on the streets were pitch black and brand new, newly repaired. Fancy cars, driven by insomniacs and the working class returning from the midnight shift, zooming down the street, disregarding the speed limit. The stars fell in arcs of light on the street, illumanating some areas, while leaving others blanketed in a black carpet. Where the stars and moon shone, fireflies sparkled, grass grew, and a faint, mystical tint could be felt in the air. Where the light did not shine, however, the ground was cold and dank, and evil seemed to infest it like a bacteria on an open wound. A shooting star cut across the sky and somewhere, a girl sighed contently.

This girl, this innocent evil, the pink death, was ... smiling?! She was staring up at the sky, watching the eternal dance of the stars happen right before her eyes. Her pink eyes reflected the light of the stars, the live rose in her hair seeming to drink in the light. A sword lay discarded at her side. She put her hands behind her head, her pink lipstick glistening in the bright light. Tonight ... tonight ... something is going to happen tonight, she thought to herself. Another shooting star shot across the sky. And another. And another. Tori sat up and squelled in pure delight.

Suddenly, a crack echoed around the park that sounded oddly like a boot stepping on a tree branch. Sitting up, she groped for her sword and held it close by her side, hidden from view from the direction the sound was coming from. A gruff, official voice sounded through the darkness. Hey! Who's there? This is restricted property! She growled. He had interrupted her relax time. He shall pay. Feeling the white-hot lust for blood surface under her skin and her cheeks flush at the thrill of upcoming bloodshed. She giggled lightly and unsheathed her sword, a single, long, slightly pink broadsword, a slight, blood-thirsty ringing resounding throughout the area. And her challenger stepped into the light.

It was a police officer. Even better ... she thought to herself. He hadn't spotted her yet. So, Tori snuck around behind the officer and took a dainty step forward, thrusting her sword through the man's spine in a single, fluid motion. His back arched, his mouth foamed, and he fell to the ground, unable to move, and only able to stare at her in pure hatred and fear ... mostly fear. She looked down at him, her eyes as evil and cold as sin, and she swung her sword, decapating him. With blood spilling out onto the grass, she grabbed the man's head by his hair and held it above herself, laughing and rejoicing as the blood of the deceased down on her. .

BEHIND THE SCENE ' '

Your name: Rosalie Thomas
Age: 18
How long have you been RPing? About Five Years
Where/How did you find us? Affiliate

[izzy]

Your coding is a little messed in the personality section and the history bit. May want to fix that before you edit any further. If you need help let me know and I'll adjust it for you.