Post by darkduran on May 27, 2016 4:00:15 GMT
Name: Orli Sperling
Age: 19
Race & Gender: Human Female
Appearance: A young woman of slightly above average height, Orli has an athletic build and a toned musculature. She wears her dark hair long, held in place by a simple headband, and tends to favor natural makeup, eschewing the more traditional 'girly' styles for something a bit more rough and tumble. In many ways, she is the definition of a tomboy. For the convention, she decided it would be 'cute' to dress as a 'Zombie Apocalypse Survivor', as as such is wearing a modified fuku with a skirt that's just on this side of not being scandalous and a top that leaves her midriff exposed. But complimenting this are a pair of elbow and knee pads, a tactical harness that keeps her modest bust in check, and a few extra straps and holsters for holding extra 'gear', though the only serious equipment she's carrying are a pair of police batons.
Personality: No skirt, no problem! Orli has never really been a girly-girl, having grown up with five mad-dog older brothers and a single father in a rough neighborhood. A regular tomboy, Orli's the kind of girl that fights her way onto the baseball team rather then joining the cheerleaders on the sidelines. A very physical and active gal, Orli's the kind of gal that leaps first and then figures out how she's going to land on her way down. She can be rather impulsive and advance planning isn't her strong suit, but she's clever and keeps a calm head in a crisis. But moreover, she's a fighter. She learned how to scrap from her brothers and isn't afraid to get physical with anyone that gets grabby with her. Finding a boyfriend has been pretty tough for her.
Lately, Orli's been attempting to be more feminine on the advice of her friends. The convention wasn't her idea, but it did sound like a convenient excuse to dress more like a girl and not take too much flak from her friends for it. And once the 'Big Reveal' went down, she was one of the few women to not panic. After all, there's exactly one person out there allowed to kill her... all she has to do if find him and beat his head in before he can do that! Good luck, she'll need it.
History: Ehhh, I tend to develop this better 'in scene', so expect an edit in the future.
Preferences: You can find them (and a reference pic) here.
Big Nos: Willing Vore, Hypnosis, 'Safe' Vore, Excessive Blood
Age: 19
Race & Gender: Human Female
Appearance: A young woman of slightly above average height, Orli has an athletic build and a toned musculature. She wears her dark hair long, held in place by a simple headband, and tends to favor natural makeup, eschewing the more traditional 'girly' styles for something a bit more rough and tumble. In many ways, she is the definition of a tomboy. For the convention, she decided it would be 'cute' to dress as a 'Zombie Apocalypse Survivor', as as such is wearing a modified fuku with a skirt that's just on this side of not being scandalous and a top that leaves her midriff exposed. But complimenting this are a pair of elbow and knee pads, a tactical harness that keeps her modest bust in check, and a few extra straps and holsters for holding extra 'gear', though the only serious equipment she's carrying are a pair of police batons.
Personality: No skirt, no problem! Orli has never really been a girly-girl, having grown up with five mad-dog older brothers and a single father in a rough neighborhood. A regular tomboy, Orli's the kind of girl that fights her way onto the baseball team rather then joining the cheerleaders on the sidelines. A very physical and active gal, Orli's the kind of gal that leaps first and then figures out how she's going to land on her way down. She can be rather impulsive and advance planning isn't her strong suit, but she's clever and keeps a calm head in a crisis. But moreover, she's a fighter. She learned how to scrap from her brothers and isn't afraid to get physical with anyone that gets grabby with her. Finding a boyfriend has been pretty tough for her.
Lately, Orli's been attempting to be more feminine on the advice of her friends. The convention wasn't her idea, but it did sound like a convenient excuse to dress more like a girl and not take too much flak from her friends for it. And once the 'Big Reveal' went down, she was one of the few women to not panic. After all, there's exactly one person out there allowed to kill her... all she has to do if find him and beat his head in before he can do that! Good luck, she'll need it.
History: Ehhh, I tend to develop this better 'in scene', so expect an edit in the future.
Preferences: You can find them (and a reference pic) here.
Big Nos: Willing Vore, Hypnosis, 'Safe' Vore, Excessive Blood