Post by Montee Edmund on Dec 11, 2011 18:50:24 GMT -6
"Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, but today is a gift. That is why it is called the "present."
[/b][/size]AT FIRST GLANCE
you never know what lies beneath.[/right]
Full Name: Montee Edmund
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Occupation Thief
DELVE A LITTLE DEEPER
but you still only graze the outer skin.
but you still only graze the outer skin.
Skin Tone: Slightly tan
Eyes: Grayish blue with yellow flecks around the pupil
Hair: Messy dirty blonde, shoulder length
Height: 5'6
Build: Thin, faintly muscular
Style: Living with only her father and older brother, Montee normally wears one of her brother's older tunics he can no longer wear and some soft leather knee high boots. The colors of her tunics vary from dark faded greens to browns.
TAKE A LOOK INTO THE PAST
and you might find something useful.
and you might find something useful.
Father: Gannon Edmund, Occupation: Unknown, Age: 46; Montee never really new who her father was, though the majority of her life she didn't ponder this particular fact much.
Mother: Mary Lucas Edmund, Occupation: None, Age: 34, Deceased
Brother: Archer Edmund, Occupation: Craftsman, Age: 21; Even though he can be a gnawing pain at times, Montee loves her older brother dearly and misses him when he's away on his long journeys.
Origin: Daenr.
History: Montee was born here in the capital of Menor, unto the Edmund family in the average class of the city. Shortly after her first birthday her father disappeared and left her deprived single mother to provide for her and her older brother Archer. Life was hard work for all of them but they always tried to make the best of it.
After her 14th winter, in the spring, Montee's mother Mary suddenly fell ill and died in the coming summer. Her brother, who only made a small wage from his work as a carpenter's apprentice, was unable to pay the weighing taxes; and the two of them were left on the streets. Thankfully when the struggle seemed like it could only get harder, a light shone through. Archer's instructor offered them a place in his store house; it wasn't much but the two of them gladly accepted the gesture. Slowly but surly life began to mend, the older carpenter seeing that Montee wasn't the best of homemaker started to teaching her handy work as well as her quickly progressing brother.
Now several years have passed, the Mr. Frogal the carpenter has retired and Archer has taken his place in his stead, Montee who's mind is always some place else often, either that she's causing some trouble in the city. Her brother doesn't know what to do with her and is getting extremely concerned about her future.
STILL DO NOT JUDGE
for you will never walk their shoes.
for you will never walk their shoes.
Fears: Being alone, caterpillars, responsibility, dark water
Mental Stability: Slightly unstable, having lived with two men for most of her life she often dozes and finds solace talking with herself
Strength: Good climber, light on her feet, thiefing
Weakness: Her brother, friends,
General Persona: When Montee was a child she was always very talkative and cheery, but as she grew older she became quiet and thoughtful, unless for some reason or another she was angered in someway; that's when she'd really talk.
Most people saw her as a bit odd, particularly the women. She wore her brother's older tunics instead of womanly skirts and gowns, and never really conversed with other girls of her age or flirted with men, and her hair was constantly a birds nest! Though unlike the femenine women and girls, Montee always seemed to get along best. Girls were so, so bossy and constanstly gossiped and tare everything they dislike to shreds.
Though through the passed years she's become slightly rebelious, she and her two other friends love to cause trouble around town. She'd even stolen quite a few times; but only twice out of her many jobs was she found out. So now, not only do the people reject her because of her infeminesty, but also because she is very well known to stir up trouble.
THE TRUTH SHINES THROUGH
to reveal what is behind the mask.
to reveal what is behind the mask.
Alias: Emi
Gender: Female
Other Toons: N/O
Where You Found Us: Moon's awesome.
Sample: The sun was beaming brightly overhead, Emlyn sitting quietly near the shore of the lake. Her long silver hair flowing gently in the soft breeze. It was so peaceful here, in the center of the forest. Two small blue birds fluttered by across the water, If only this beautiful day would never end, summer is the most magnificent of all the season,She thought wistfully, lifting her hand from her lap and twirling the tips of her hair airily.
But suddenly a dark cloud crept quickly over the blue sky, casting an ominous shadow on the once beautiful meadow. Emlyn sigh sadly and slowly stood to her feet. "Seems my time in paradise has been cute short." She spoke softly, shaking her head. She gasped as she felt something cloud and wet land upon her cheek; then the downpour starting. Grabbing and jumbling at the bottoms of her green skirt she quickly ran back into the surrounding forest, it gave little shelter due to the gaps in the trees but some covering from heavy rainfall was better then none. Her smooth silver hair was now wet and scraggly along with her skirts. A long streak of lightning flashed against the sky like a whip of fire and loud crack of thunder sounded above; making her jump in sudden fright. The weather only seemed to be worsening and Emlyn new she needed to quickly make her way home but in order to do so she must first go back through the thick wood and then venture through the valley to her cottage where there was no shelter or anything to hide from the dangerous lightning. But it was unavoidable, in this particular country when a heavy rain starts that only can mean the coming of further trouble; The Karriers. These were strange winged brown creatures with faces like goblins that made their coming known with rain, and when they arrive they rage across the territory and reek havoc on all unprotected by their window shuttered homes. Just the thought of them made her heart pound like a drum in her chest. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]
