“I feel too much. That's what's going on. Do you think one can feel too much? Or just feel in the wrong ways? My insides don't match up with my outsides. Do anyone's insides and outsides match up? I don't know. I'm only me. Maybe that's what a person's personality is: the difference between the inside and outside. But it's worse for me, because I can't show them. I can never show them.”
↳ Affections take multiple forms... ↲
« Once happy, the young girl was wrought of her dreams and emotions at the expense of those she had trusted the most. Now a shell of her former self, Ilsa only allows herself to feel deep, deep down in her heart in a place so dark even a coal miner armed with a flashlight and pickax couldn't find. »
↳ Role ↲
« Kuudere »
↳ Affections take multiple forms... ↲
« Once happy, the young girl was wrought of her dreams and emotions at the expense of those she had trusted the most. Now a shell of her former self, Ilsa only allows herself to feel deep, deep down in her heart in a place so dark even a coal miner armed with a flashlight and pickax couldn't find. »
↳ Role ↲
« Kuudere »
↳ Main Themes ←
Things Unsaid | Skyler Grey
↳ Emotional Themes ↲
So Cold | Ben Cocks feat. Nikisha Reyes-Pile
Would it Matter | Skillet
Things Unsaid | Skyler Grey
↳ Emotional Themes ↲
So Cold | Ben Cocks feat. Nikisha Reyes-Pile
Would it Matter | Skillet
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↳ Name ↲
≼ Ilsa Smit ≽
↳ Nicknames ↲
≼ Ice Queen; What the other students at the school have taken to calling Ilsa, because of her lack of emotions and frosty attitude. ≽
↳ Age ↲
≼ Eighteen || 18≽
↳ Nationality ↲
≼ 50% Dutch || 50% Polish ≽
≼ Ilsa Smit ≽
↳ Nicknames ↲
≼ Ice Queen; What the other students at the school have taken to calling Ilsa, because of her lack of emotions and frosty attitude. ≽
↳ Age ↲
≼ Eighteen || 18≽
↳ Nationality ↲
≼ 50% Dutch || 50% Polish ≽
≼ Height: 5'6 || Five foot, six inchs ≽
≼ Weight: 125 lb ||One hundred and twenty five pounds. ≽
≼ Flawless smooth skin free of laugh and worry lines, free of scars from her past, and birthmarks from the day she was brought forth to the world. The inside of her mouth though, the skin of her cheeks are riddled with bites from the weight of her silence. Pale complexion matching that of snow and empty violet eyes. A figure like a doll, void of life but still alive. ≽
↳ The Heart Desires ↲
≼ Reading || The silence that is required is as peaceful as a cemetery. ≽
≼ Silence || Like a soft breeze on a hot day, refreshing and caring, silence is a caress to the ears. ≽
≼ Snow || Cold and unrelenting, like a broken heart shattering to pieces. ≽
↳ Yet the Soul Despises ↲
≼ Rudeness || The fury that cannot be shown at someones careless words is the worst. Anger is the hardest to surpass. ≽
≼ Fools || Why fight for something that will never come true? Why fight at all? ≽
≼ Nativity || Hopelessness weaved into a person, worse than a fool, worse than a bumbling temper. Truly stupid children who have no knowledge of the cruelty of the world. ≽
≼ Reading || The silence that is required is as peaceful as a cemetery. ≽
≼ Silence || Like a soft breeze on a hot day, refreshing and caring, silence is a caress to the ears. ≽
≼ Snow || Cold and unrelenting, like a broken heart shattering to pieces. ≽
↳ Yet the Soul Despises ↲
≼ Rudeness || The fury that cannot be shown at someones careless words is the worst. Anger is the hardest to surpass. ≽
≼ Fools || Why fight for something that will never come true? Why fight at all? ≽
≼ Nativity || Hopelessness weaved into a person, worse than a fool, worse than a bumbling temper. Truly stupid children who have no knowledge of the cruelty of the world. ≽
↳ Mastery Takes Time ↲
≼ Sword Skills || A pass-time, a way to vent without it seeming as if she is venting. Swordsmanship is true art. ≽
≼ Horse Back Riding || Exhilarating. ≽
≼ Track || One is needed to move swiftly, weather if be through life or upon a road of gravel and sweat makes no difference. ≽
↳ Terrible Flaws ↲
≼ 'Empty Eyes' || Some students at the school call her stares this. ≽
≼ Tongue Biting || To hold her silence she causes herself pain to remind herself why she cannot show emotion. ≽
≼ Dry Sarcasm || Because there are many fools in the world, and she cannot be bothered to care enough. ≽
↳ Fear Comes From Within ↲
≼ Betrayal || Because there is nothing worse than the sudden pain of someone you love turning their back on you. ≽
≼ Anger || It is condemning and consuming. ≽
≼ Blood || Her biggest fear, she freezes up at the sight of it. ≽
↳ What's Inside the Brain ↲
≼ Emotionless ≽
≼ Not showing any emotion; unemotional. . ≽
≼ Callous ≽
≼ Showing or having an insensitive and cruel disregard for others. . ≽
On the surface, Ilsa is emotionless and frosty, keeping to herself and scarring anyone who dare try to get to know her away with blank stares and a tone so moonstone it could put a child to sleep. She is like a living doll, walking around as a shell of her former self, her eyes warily hooded and void of all emotions, she is often cold towards anyone who dares to come close. She does not enjoy Human interaction very much, and would rather be in a silent room enjoying a good book than be around friends.
Ilsa focuses often on her school work only, and rarely speaks to anyone who approaches her unless they have a question she feels necessary to answer. The young girl has many hiding places on campus where she seeks refuge from those judging eyes that make her insides as hot as lava with a rage she can never afford to show the world.
Her outsides do not match her insides. Inside she feels love and pain and hate and rage and of course, sadness, but not matter what she does, she cannot bring herself to show any of these emotions, not an ounce of fear will show when inwards she could be screaming like a new born babe. While she cares for everyone in her own way, she truly hates everyone for being able to show their emotions, to be able to show how they care and how they feel.
≼ Emotionless ≽
≼ Not showing any emotion; unemotional. . ≽
≼ Callous ≽
≼ Showing or having an insensitive and cruel disregard for others. . ≽
On the surface, Ilsa is emotionless and frosty, keeping to herself and scarring anyone who dare try to get to know her away with blank stares and a tone so moonstone it could put a child to sleep. She is like a living doll, walking around as a shell of her former self, her eyes warily hooded and void of all emotions, she is often cold towards anyone who dares to come close. She does not enjoy Human interaction very much, and would rather be in a silent room enjoying a good book than be around friends.
Ilsa focuses often on her school work only, and rarely speaks to anyone who approaches her unless they have a question she feels necessary to answer. The young girl has many hiding places on campus where she seeks refuge from those judging eyes that make her insides as hot as lava with a rage she can never afford to show the world.
Her outsides do not match her insides. Inside she feels love and pain and hate and rage and of course, sadness, but not matter what she does, she cannot bring herself to show any of these emotions, not an ounce of fear will show when inwards she could be screaming like a new born babe. While she cares for everyone in her own way, she truly hates everyone for being able to show their emotions, to be able to show how they care and how they feel.
Two little girls, running around in a back yard, playing tag. One with shinning silver hair like the moon and the other as black as coal. Giggles and shouts echoed in the air, bouncing back to the group of parents that watched their children happily play. The girls became much older, studying instead of playing tag,but everything seemed fine in the world. No one could have known.
A shout. A scream. A loud Crack! Tears, so many tears. A dead father. A sad bestfriend.
Fast forward a year to depression as dark as her hair, and eyes oh so empty. A long night. A life gone, given up. A silver haired child stood over a grave, tears cascading down her smooth cheeks, fists clenched so tightly blood spilled between her fingers. "Get over it." Echoing nightmares, rage so hot it burned her insides, turning her into a diamond in the rough. That was the last time she ever cried.
A year later. Eyes as empty as a dolls. Mouth unfitting. A shell living for no reason, gone gone gone.
"Life is curl." A moonstone voice laughed.
↳ The Relatives of Blood ↲
≼ Family members include: ≽
≼ Mother|| Anna || Lawyer ≽
≼ Father|| Faas || Doctor ≽
↳ The Core Of 'Love' ↲
≼ Romantic Interest; The Villian ≽
≼ Sexuality; Heterosexual ≽
≼ Availability; Single for the sake of not wanting a relationship. ≽
Dɪᴀʟᴏɢᴜᴇ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ✦ Smyrna purple || #A2627A
Tʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ✧ Conch || #D0A9AA
Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ ✦ Yin || Darker Than Black
Pᴏʀᴛʀᴀʏᴇᴅ Bʏ ✧ Lalit
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character form © Luna Delta
no matter who you are, please do not copy this without my permission, angelwolf123 was granted exclusive access for this roleplay.
Tʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ✧ Conch || #D0A9AA
Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ ✦ Yin || Darker Than Black
Pᴏʀᴛʀᴀʏᴇᴅ Bʏ ✧ Lalit
ⒸⓄⓅⓎⓇⒾⒼⒽⓉ ⓌⒶⓇⓃⒾⓃⒼ
character form © Luna Delta
no matter who you are, please do not copy this without my permission, angelwolf123 was granted exclusive access for this roleplay.