Height/Weight: 4'8"/109 lbs.
Eyes: Brilliant Green
Hair: Pin-straight and Bright Red
Toren has mid-to-lower-back length, layered, thick bright red hair, Golden-Hazel kind of round and oval shaped eyes, and is really thin and well-toned. She has a medium bust, and is beautiful. She has tight well-toned muscles.
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TorenVas'Verez
Name: Toren Vas'Verez (Tore-In Vas-Vair-Ez) Gender: FemaleAge/Birthday: 16/October 28Height/Weight: 4'8"/109 lbs. Eyes: Brilliant Green Hair: Pin-straight and Bright RedOrigin: AustraliaElement: FireHobbies: Karate
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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by SurRealPlayer
Description
Personality
Toren is really outspoken, kind of noisy when it's needed, and loves helping others. She is kind of annoying sometimes and needs to be around people who can tolerate her.
History
She loves being alone most the time because she's independent, and hates a really big group of people. She loves her space, and hates most women. She usually only hangs out with guys, and can't stand noisy people; quite ironic.
So begins...
TorenVas'Verez's Story
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The setting changes from Terra to Gambit's Bar
TorenVas'Verez steps inside the bar, looking around as she slowly tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, watching the crowd with bright eyes. She steps forward, making it to the bar. She steps up, settling into the bar stool.
TorenVas'Verez looks around for a moment, tapping her long nails on the top of the bar. "Is there a bartender?" She asks, softly.
TorenVas'Verez with a gentle smile, nods and waits, patiently. She crosses her legs and continues to watch everyone, sighing.
looks up at the barkeep with a gentle expression, smiling. She rests her hands on top of the bar top, folded. "I would like some ice water with lemon, please?" She knew that it was a Pub, and most people didn't order water, but at the moment, she wasn't in such a drinking mood.
TorenVas'Verez looks up at the barkeep with a gentle expression, smiling. She rests her hands on top of the bar top, folded. "I would like some ice water with lemon, please?" She knew that it was a Pub, and most people didn't order water, but at the moment, she wasn't in such a drinking mood.
TorenVas'Verez starts shaking her head, smiling, sweetly. "No thank you, dear." She reaches for her coin-purse. "How much?" She looks back up at him.
TorenVas'Verez smiles and removes her hand from the purse, grabbing her water and taking a small sip, still eyeing her surroundings.
TorenVas'Verez sighs, boredly, still sipping at her water, slowly. She crosses her ankles and puts her chin in her hand, watching the barkeep.
The smell of cinnamon lays thick in the air as the slender, short female steps into the Pub, making her way slowly to the bar counter. The billows of lilac that make up her dress fall in front of her legs as she steps gracefully. Her thick, red hair lays pinned to her head, curly bangs fall down by her brilliant green eyes. Placing a hand on the bar, she slips her foot down into the step of the stool and settles down, laying her hands in her lap.
Running her fingers along the sliver-chained necklace around her neck, Toren fiddles with the silver heart dangling from it--a tiny ruby embedded in the fine material. She smooths a small, slender, lilac-painted fingertip over the cold gem. The necklace held deep secrets to the maiden--secrets she could barely understand herself. Feeling the urge to sigh, Toren sat up straight, examining her surroundings, waiting for something; anything.
Toren was an odd person. Her beauty and delicateness fooled the eye. She was a very serious and powerful warrior. Her femininity was almost as powerful as the sword she had hidden away in her yards of dress.
Toren was an odd person. Her beauty and delicateness fooled the eye. She was a very serious and powerful warrior. Her femininity was almost as powerful as the sword she had hidden away in her yards of dress.
Glancing to her right, Toren's sharp eyes seemed to gleam in the fluorescents above the Pub. She raised a slim, red eyebrow and slowly felt her tongue along her drying, pale lips. Her skin was the colour of whitewash--her lips were only a little pinker.
Most people believed that coming from Australia, you were supposed to be the colour of the desert sand itself, but Toren was living proof that you could be the colour of the clouds that hung over those very desert sands.
Shaking her head only slightly, she felt the weight of her hair swing by her ears, and she sat, motionless without a word. She continued to examine her fellow being with keen eyes, no action made from her, nor her mind.
Most people believed that coming from Australia, you were supposed to be the colour of the desert sand itself, but Toren was living proof that you could be the colour of the clouds that hung over those very desert sands.
Shaking her head only slightly, she felt the weight of her hair swing by her ears, and she sat, motionless without a word. She continued to examine her fellow being with keen eyes, no action made from her, nor her mind.
The feelings of obscured oddities left Toren's body hot and flushed. She shook her head more, trying to relax against the tension that way building around her as she sat still and quiet. She was a young girl, there was no denying it. She had the face of a poreclain doll and the charm of an innocent five-year-old, but she was dark and evil in her core.
Heavily disturbed in her mind, Toren was more than crazy, but somehow, she kept a sane point of view and disposition. There was no doubt she could act quite sane, but there was also no doubt, she wasn't.
Heavily disturbed in her mind, Toren was more than crazy, but somehow, she kept a sane point of view and disposition. There was no doubt she could act quite sane, but there was also no doubt, she wasn't.
Stepping her right foot from the stool onto the floor, Toren gathered her skirts and moved from the bar, making her way far from the murderer to a dark, solemn corner, hiding and watching. She was like a lion, stalking her prey with intent curiousity. She pulled her shaw tight around her slim form, shivering from a draft. She noticed she was sitting by the window that had been busted through by the body laying only feet from her. She felt her insides churn.
The smell of cinnamon lays thick in the air as the slender, short female steps into the Pub, making her way slowly to the bar counter. The billows of lilac that make up her dress fall in front of her legs as she steps gracefully, lacing her fingers together in a confident manner; head held high. Her thick, red hair lays pinned to her head, curly bangs fall down by her brilliant green eyes. Placing a hand on the bar, she slips her lilac flat down into the step of the stool and settles down, laying her hands in her lap.
The silence of the Pub gives her a slight shutter through her skeletal, but it also gives her a moment of serenity. Her eyes slip to the side as a shakey presence enters the Pub, slumping into a booth with shady movements. She turns only enough to see his form hunched in the booth. The air lays still and quiet, and she runs her fingers along the silver-chain on her neck, lilac nail polish reflecting the light. A simple glow starts on the cyan gem in her fingers as she stares at him, hard. Warmth licks her fingers and she snaps back to reality, blinking and shaking her head; her hand drops to her chest.
The silence of the Pub gives her a slight shutter through her skeletal, but it also gives her a moment of serenity. Her eyes slip to the side as a shakey presence enters the Pub, slumping into a booth with shady movements. She turns only enough to see his form hunched in the booth. The air lays still and quiet, and she runs her fingers along the silver-chain on her neck, lilac nail polish reflecting the light. A simple glow starts on the cyan gem in her fingers as she stares at him, hard. Warmth licks her fingers and she snaps back to reality, blinking and shaking her head; her hand drops to her chest.
TorenVas'Verez stepped with the grace of a cat and the silence of one and moved to the booth, slipping into the seat opposite of the man. "Are you okay?" Her eyes were a beaming colour, almost like the sky a tornado makes. She had a worried expression, wary of his actions.
TorenVas'Verez looked down, slightly, with furrowed, delicately maintained eyebrows. She continued her posture, sitting up straight, ankles crossed. "Would you like to talk about it?" She offered in a self-conscious voice. She was normally confident of all her actions and words, but he was making her a tad bit cautious and uncomfortable by his briefness and coldness.
Standing up, Toren stared down at Lucas and shook her head, sighing in a low voice. She shrugged and started toward the door when a man burst into the room, grabbing Toren up by the throat and launching her across the room. If she'd been any other human, she would slammed into the wall behind the bar, but she grabbed the bar top and pulled herself down onto it.
He chuckled and drew up his gun, pointing it at her. "Finally found you, wench."
"Brava," her sour voice rang out at him as she stood and dusted her skirts. "You attacked me in a Pub. "I bet it was a real chore." She rolled her eyes at him as she folded her arms and plopped down onto the floor.
"Where is my brother?" He growled, cocking the gun with a shakey hand.
"I haven't an idea what you're talking about, Seamus." She yawned in boredom.
He chuckled and drew up his gun, pointing it at her. "Finally found you, wench."
"Brava," her sour voice rang out at him as she stood and dusted her skirts. "You attacked me in a Pub. "I bet it was a real chore." She rolled her eyes at him as she folded her arms and plopped down onto the floor.
"Where is my brother?" He growled, cocking the gun with a shakey hand.
"I haven't an idea what you're talking about, Seamus." She yawned in boredom.
"Tell me where Marcus is, now!" He shot the floor about a foot from where she stood, but she didn't flinch, or blink.
"Seamus. Go home. It's out of my hands, now."
"You will tell me, or I'll take that pretty little head of yours off!"
"Don't test me. I'm not in the mood for your bantering."
He cocked the gun back and shot at her, again, this time aiming for her head. In a swift, split second, the world seemed to slow as she reached under the black cloak around her neck and gripped the hilt of her sword, slicing down and cutting the bullet in half.
"Seamus. GO HOME." She growled, putting her sword-tip to the ground; eyes hidden by fair hair.
The man stepped back, shaking his head. "I will find you, and we will do this another time. I will find my brother." With that he was gone, and Toren sighed, shaking her skirts and her head.
"Men. Always thinking just because they have a penis they have some kind of higher power."
"Seamus. Go home. It's out of my hands, now."
"You will tell me, or I'll take that pretty little head of yours off!"
"Don't test me. I'm not in the mood for your bantering."
He cocked the gun back and shot at her, again, this time aiming for her head. In a swift, split second, the world seemed to slow as she reached under the black cloak around her neck and gripped the hilt of her sword, slicing down and cutting the bullet in half.
"Seamus. GO HOME." She growled, putting her sword-tip to the ground; eyes hidden by fair hair.
The man stepped back, shaking his head. "I will find you, and we will do this another time. I will find my brother." With that he was gone, and Toren sighed, shaking her skirts and her head.
"Men. Always thinking just because they have a penis they have some kind of higher power."
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