Factions, Families, Clans, and Empires
Description
Gender: Girl
Age: 16
Birthday: August 12
Hair: black, that falls just above the middle of her back, it always falls in her face.
Eye color: Crimson (natrual)
Race: Caucasion
She always wears black, and a lime green necklace her best friend (now boyfriend) made her when she was little, though she keeps it hidden.
She is trianed in many ways of fighting, so she carries many weapons, most hidden.
Personality
She is goth and tends to stay hidden and quiet, though attacking her would be a big mistake. She shows no mercy when it come to fighting, unless she's just playing around or training.
Equipment
She usualy carries bow and arrow, and hidden ishirruken. She sometimes has at least one knife on her.
History
She ran away from home at age 10, and has never looked back. She was trained in a series of martial arts, and has had some jobs at an assasin though she doesn't consider herself one.
So begins...
Isolde Crystallos walked into the bar, looking around for a good seat. Her hair was in her face as usual, and her black cloths made her white skin look even paler. She took a booth and sat down, picking up a tab and flipping through it to see what's good.
Isolde Crystallos walked into the bar, looking around for a good seat. Her hair was in her face as usual, and her black cloths made her white skin look even paler. She took a booth and sat down, picking up a tab and flipping through it to see what's good.
Isolde looked up. "Hi," She whispered, her voice a bit dark, it scared some, amused others. She reached her hand in her sleeve, just in case Parson was planning on attacking her.
"No, no one died, at least I don't think so," Isolde said in the same tone as before. She wasn't very talkitive, and when she was it was only a whisper, unless she was fighting, then she got loud.
"Because," She answerd, not bothering to explain the rest. She sighed and patted the seat next to her, offering Parson a seat. She could be decent sometimes.
Isolde stood up. "Because, black is my favorite color," She said, reaching behind her for her bow. She knew ans angelic look was never good.
put her bow away. "Good for you, hmm... I wonder why," She said sarcaticly. Then she turned her attention to the other people in the room.
Isolde Crystallos rolled her eyes. "Kids," She said, flipping through the tab more.
Isolde Crystallos walked down the beach, though she was in all black she wasn't hot at all. She looked around, eyeing everyone through her hair, which was in her face as usual.
Isolde Crystallos walked down the beach, though she was in all black she wasn't hot at all. She looked around, eyeing everyone through her hair, wich was in her face as usual.
Isolde Crystallos felt she was being watched. She took out her bow and placed an arrow in it. She aimed it and was about to shoot when she saw who it was. She put it away immediatley. Her pale face lit up the slightest bit as she slowley made her way over.
finaly got over to him. "Hi," She wispered, her tone dull, but she seemed happy, well, as happy as she could get. She looked over her old friend and nodded, her crimson eyes, which were surrounded by heavy eyeliner and black eye showdow, were smileing.
"Yeah, I know," Isdole said, "I'm Isdole, we've met before. I can't believe you don't remember me." She smiled for the first time in years.
hugged Triston back. "Oh, really, then you know I'm still the best ninja in history," She teased, letting out a small laugh that lasted no more than a second.
"Oh really?" She said, grabbing hold of Triston and flipping him, "You sure?" She laughed.
"Looks like I'm not the only one that's been training," She said, jumping out of his arms and getting into a fake'I'm-gonna-karate-chop-you' stance.
"pu-lease, that's such a lie," Isdole said, going back to her gothic self. She looked him up and down. "Your pretty cute now," She whispered.
"Let's see, 5 year old? yup you haven't changed a bit," She said, rolling her eyes, or at least the part of her eyes that weren't covered.
Isolde Crystallos put her hair back. She was in a daze for a second. "So, what have you been up to?" She said, bouncing back to reality.
"Not much, I've one a few battles, training, running away. No school," She said, looking at the bracelet she made him. She then looked back at him, gazing, almost in love. Was she in love with her old friend? No, it couldn't be. They were just friends, weren't they?
Isolde Crystallos touched it for a second. "Yeah, do you think you can make one in back?" She asked, hiding it behind her hair. She couldn't stop starring at him.
Isolde Crystallos tilted her head a bit, her eyes slightly narrowed, still looking at Tristian. She took his hand, and stated gently playing with his fingers.
"yeah, I know," She replied, also in a whisper. Her expression was rather odd, thoughts racing through her mind.
"Niether, its just I'm so awsome, anyone would miss me," She said, pulling him along the beach.
Isolde Crystallos leaned into him, then almost as if something hit her, She pulled back. "What are you doing?" She asked, just now realising what's been happening.