Dark Forces and Unnatural Love
In our world,there are mystic people.People that actually see the monsters under your bed,people that can feel your emotions down to your very core.And when there are good,there are bad.Darklings,Grimms,Reapers,you name is,are probably watching you right now.One could be the school bully,your crush,or even your best friend.
Then there's the Stone of Eden.Everybody wants it for themselves.This stone could bring peace to the world;or destroy it.Then,agroup of people come together,wanting peace.
Description
Libba has pale skin and dark contrasting hair. Her ebony waves of hair are long and natural, often going undone and hanging loose. Her eyes are a pale blue color with an intensity that seems to see right though people, turning them away in a hurry. Her body anatomy is long, standing five foot six, and thin in weight.
She also has a shower of freckles that are from her nose to her cheeks. At twenty two years old, she appears just as any young woman her age, though with soft facial features.She is above normal pretty but she doesnt seem to notice. Her smile is rare but sweet.
Personality
Libba is a quiet and intellectual girl.She expresses her emotions and feelings via her art, and does very well in hiding her emotions behind her pale mask. Not many people bother to get to know her, because of her lack of communication, though once the wall separating her from other people is breached, she is quite a charm to be around, and if, by some miracle she gains ones trust, the bond to that person is strong.
She'll love fast but fall hard. Her quiet and unstable emotions make her any easy toy to use. She tends to be a push over with bottled up emotions and quick to love.Once you really get to know Libba,she is just like any other girl.
History
Libba Hale grew up just as any normal child. Even at a young age, Libba knew she was unlike other children. The creatures that hid under ones bed, shadows that occupied the walls and ceiling and the noises that no one else seemed to hear, were all very real to Libba.
In school, Libba was always separated from the other kids. At lunch she locked herself within a bathroom stall, during recess she sat along the chain linked fence and watched the other children play instead of joining them. In class, Libba's young mind seemed to always be elsewhere. Whether she was gazing out the window, or drawing on the back of papers, her teachers patience worn thin quickly with her lack of an attention span, so it seemed.
By high school, Libba's parents' attempts had all but failed. She was a social outcast; the girls taunted and the boys ignored, however, it never seemed to bother Libba. Instead, she did the regular routine of waking up, going to school, coming home and loosing herself in her paintings and drawings. Locked in her room of solitude, Libba was set free though her art. Dark faces, cold landscapes, and cruel objects in charcoal or black and grey paint, lined her walls of her room.
Half way though her high school year, Libba's father by now had embraced his daughters unique ability. Her mother, not so much. She did everything in her power to raise Libba normally, though Libba would not tolerate it.
As soon as Libba walked the stage at graduation, she was quick to moved out of her parents house and into her own, small apartment. She obtained numerous jobs, working as secretaries and waitresses, anything to help earn money. Any time her currency ran low, Libba sold one of her paintings, though good, their dark aurora made them hard to sell.
Then when her parents' death hit,she started to see crazy and irrational things.Libba's strange ability to see stuff others couldnt has cut her off from the world. If anything, she has pushed away the illusions that haunt her, insisting they were inspiration for her art. She refuses to believe there is more to the world than meets the eye, however she refrains from embracing the normal world completely.
Libba has pale skin and dark contrasting hair. Her ebony waves of hair are long and natural, often going undone and hanging loose. Her eyes are a pale blue color with an intensity that seems to see right though people, turning them away in a hurry. Her body anatomy is long, standing five foot six, and thin in weight.
She also has a shower of freckles that are from her nose to her cheeks. At twenty two years old, she appears just as any young woman her age, though with soft facial features.She is above normal pretty but she doesnt seem to notice. Her smile is rare but sweet.
Personality
Libba is a quiet and intellectual girl.She expresses her emotions and feelings via her art, and does very well in hiding her emotions behind her pale mask. Not many people bother to get to know her, because of her lack of communication, though once the wall separating her from other people is breached, she is quite a charm to be around, and if, by some miracle she gains ones trust, the bond to that person is strong.
She'll love fast but fall hard. Her quiet and unstable emotions make her any easy toy to use. She tends to be a push over with bottled up emotions and quick to love.Once you really get to know Libba,she is just like any other girl.
History
Libba Hale grew up just as any normal child. Even at a young age, Libba knew she was unlike other children. The creatures that hid under ones bed, shadows that occupied the walls and ceiling and the noises that no one else seemed to hear, were all very real to Libba.
In school, Libba was always separated from the other kids. At lunch she locked herself within a bathroom stall, during recess she sat along the chain linked fence and watched the other children play instead of joining them. In class, Libba's young mind seemed to always be elsewhere. Whether she was gazing out the window, or drawing on the back of papers, her teachers patience worn thin quickly with her lack of an attention span, so it seemed.
By high school, Libba's parents' attempts had all but failed. She was a social outcast; the girls taunted and the boys ignored, however, it never seemed to bother Libba. Instead, she did the regular routine of waking up, going to school, coming home and loosing herself in her paintings and drawings. Locked in her room of solitude, Libba was set free though her art. Dark faces, cold landscapes, and cruel objects in charcoal or black and grey paint, lined her walls of her room.
Half way though her high school year, Libba's father by now had embraced his daughters unique ability. Her mother, not so much. She did everything in her power to raise Libba normally, though Libba would not tolerate it.
As soon as Libba walked the stage at graduation, she was quick to moved out of her parents house and into her own, small apartment. She obtained numerous jobs, working as secretaries and waitresses, anything to help earn money. Any time her currency ran low, Libba sold one of her paintings, though good, their dark aurora made them hard to sell.
Then when her parents' death hit,she started to see crazy and irrational things.Libba's strange ability to see stuff others couldnt has cut her off from the world. If anything, she has pushed away the illusions that haunt her, insisting they were inspiration for her art. She refuses to believe there is more to the world than meets the eye, however she refrains from embracing the normal world completely.
2 Comments
I think thats really good! :D
sounds kul! :)