aisha loveless
Freelancer
...good and evil? people can either be charming or tedious
Posts: 40 
Mage Class: C-CLASS
Magic Type One: CELESTIAL SPIRIT
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Character Desc: Hargeon Town. Peaceful by nature and welcoming, at least to its travelers. Aisha wasn't, though. Or maybe she was. The only thing she knew for certain was that the tavern owners weren't her real parents-- they made that very clear from the start. She grew up watching other kids, learning from them. So when she cried mother, she did so out of fear or happiness, but she always felt strange that the image that came to her mind was not the stern lady that had her wiping tables and serving guests all day, but another lady, some vague silhouette snatched out of an over-active imagination.
The days spent were all but hectic, and she lived only on those lingering moments where her hands would pause and work would take a slight break as she leaned to listen in on conversations between customers of a life that was beyond her-- her days were spent listening to tales of adventure, and her nights: dreaming of them. She woke up tired, went to bed tired, and lived waiting for moments where she could forget that she as tired.
She didn't know what caused her to snap. Maybe it could have been the push, shove and mocking taunts of adolescence that convinced her to steal the kitchen knife. It wasn't like she was going to kill anyone, and she didn't, really. All she did was threaten a few people, say the things she's dreamed of saying, and took all the cash from the register.
Even if it were a million jewels, how long was it supposed to last a fifteen year old hedonist with her eyes set on the sea? She was mugged on the third day, lost everything she had, but the sense of terror that had filled her was numbing and exciting all at once. She started stealing a few things, here and there, just borrowing you know. She's risne from that slump but the fact is she'd be able to head there again if she needed it, because the streets taught her survival. And that was important.
But in the end she was a little kid, and too dumb to cover tracks or erase her record or even know what those meant. The cops came after her. She wasn't cool enough to warrant Rune Knight attraction, not yet. She wasn't even a mage then. The people came after her, and she was terrified. She ran as fast as she could, as far as she could, into the woods she didn't know.
Downhill, uphill, anywhere they wouldn't look. She'd just stolen a few things, right? Nothing big, nothing big at all. Until she stepped on the wrong side of her foot and twisted it a full 180 degrees, then it was big. She had to bite her tongue cause feminine instict told her the last thing she wanted to do was scream right now. Somehow, it triggered a tiny flash of light, and she passed out right then and there, thinking it was those dreaded search lights.
When she came to, she was rocking, like she was on a boat. She looked down and saw an old man, and nearly fainted again. Instead she resisted the urge and mumbled, "No, why. Youre not a boat." She was sleepy, after all. And today had been tiring. Where was she being taken? Back to the tavern?
"..no, I'm not," the strange man admitted, and then Aisha gave a him triumphant smile spread ear to ear like she'd known it all along. "But I'm taking you home."
Home? Where was home, again?
"I don't wanna go home."
The man paused, as though her words held some heavy weight over him, and as though he was considering them with sincerity and genuine interest. Aisha didn't know why but that single gesture made her happy, and her smile returned, twice as lazy.
"Where do you want to go, then?"
A yawn. "Sleep," she proclaimed, and Orion laughed.
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Biography: http://ftbreakthrough.boards.net/thread/33/aisha-loveless
Plotter: http://ftbreakthrough.boards.net/thread/53/stardust-wanderlust
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Post by aisha loveless on May 14, 2016 16:27:26 GMT
[attr="class","h-name"]AISHA LOVELESS [attr="class","h-sub"]playful - sadistic - hedonist - passionate  [attr="class","h-links"] ♛ ♥ | [attr="class","h-bg"]All about me Aisha's a young girl with a heart full of adventure and the mindset of a pirate-- if she wants it to be and tries hard enough, anything and anyone can be hers. She's playful, happy and generally a fun person to be around, full of spontaneous ideas and good old fashioned fun that only a girl born to clear skies and clearer water knows. At the same time, though, she has a very pressing fear of being rendered helpless or unable to do anything, so she's developed the tendency to want to stay in the loop, and want to be in power. She enjoys the pain of others, and simply can't stand being undermined or looked down by anyone. She doesn't like sharing, and she knows little of care or love, but she's passionate about what she does know, and that's simple: no one's telling her how to live.
| [attr="class","h-bg"]Friendships Aisha's an adorable ex-tavern waitress (but don't tell her that), and she's got a knack for telling stories and rallying the masses. She's good with words, likes people (that she classifies as interesting), and definitely knows how to have a good time. Her personality is addicting, and her independence draws people to her. She's an extravert, and it's easy making friends. As her "friend" you are (mostly) exempt from sadistic tendencies, except maybe the occasional prank, and she'll do anything for you unless it directly contradicts with what she wants. Also, you have to give her a certain amount of freedom. She can't stand always being bugged by one person, and doesn't like being tied down. Though if your her friend and you need someone tortured, or need anything amoral or just wrong done, hit her up. She's okay with doing all sorts of weird things for her friends, as long as it doesn't go against whatever she wants at the moment. She also gets unreasonably angry at people who look down on her friends, regardless of whether they are weak or strong, and will fight anyone that does anything that she wouldn't like done to her, done to a friend. This doesn't apply to things she herself would find hilarious, like if someone pulled a prank on her friend she'd be A-OK with that. But make a single sneer and she'll make you live to regret it.
| [attr="class","h-bg"]Hateships Aisha, despite always having a smile on her face, doesn't always smile for the right reasons. She likes giving people trouble, can be a little bossy, and, 70% of the time, she's only out for herself. She doesn't want world peace or everyone's happiness, and if she she's something shiny, she'll probably steal it. Amoral, and kind of annoyingly childish at times, it's not that difficult for this girl to get on your nerves. She's also incredibly hedonistic, and there are those cases of people who thought she was their friend, but she'd never explicitly stated it (with Aisha, this sort of counts), and so she ended up ditching them for the next cool thing. Also, she was a mage that made a living out of thievery for quite some time in her past. The kind of people that get on her nerves include anyone that looks down on her (or her friends), calls her short, or tells her she has to do something because they said so. This girl doesn't work well with any sort of authority. She also doesn't care for boring people, or people that can't hold a conversation (unless they're those cute shy types, she adores those).
| [attr="class","h-bg"]Loveships Never really liked someone before, other than crushes or random "wow that person is really cute." She's okay with some casual hooking up, but really only if she feels like it. If she did fall in love, it would probably have to be with someone she respected, which is a difficult position to obtain. Aisha would probably be straight forward in her confession or her realization, but probably be ironically dense if someone else were to fall for her.
In a relationship, it's likely she'd be a yandere of sorts, especially if it's some kind of unrequited love. That being said, I'm open for all plots on this front and any other front. Hit me up! <33 |
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aisha loveless
Freelancer
...good and evil? people can either be charming or tedious
Posts: 40
Mage Class: C-CLASS
Magic Type One: CELESTIAL SPIRIT
275x450: http://pile.randimg.net/1/53/75781/saychill.png
Character Desc: Hargeon Town. Peaceful by nature and welcoming, at least to its travelers. Aisha wasn't, though. Or maybe she was. The only thing she knew for certain was that the tavern owners weren't her real parents-- they made that very clear from the start. She grew up watching other kids, learning from them. So when she cried mother, she did so out of fear or happiness, but she always felt strange that the image that came to her mind was not the stern lady that had her wiping tables and serving guests all day, but another lady, some vague silhouette snatched out of an over-active imagination.
The days spent were all but hectic, and she lived only on those lingering moments where her hands would pause and work would take a slight break as she leaned to listen in on conversations between customers of a life that was beyond her-- her days were spent listening to tales of adventure, and her nights: dreaming of them. She woke up tired, went to bed tired, and lived waiting for moments where she could forget that she as tired.
She didn't know what caused her to snap. Maybe it could have been the push, shove and mocking taunts of adolescence that convinced her to steal the kitchen knife. It wasn't like she was going to kill anyone, and she didn't, really. All she did was threaten a few people, say the things she's dreamed of saying, and took all the cash from the register.
Even if it were a million jewels, how long was it supposed to last a fifteen year old hedonist with her eyes set on the sea? She was mugged on the third day, lost everything she had, but the sense of terror that had filled her was numbing and exciting all at once. She started stealing a few things, here and there, just borrowing you know. She's risne from that slump but the fact is she'd be able to head there again if she needed it, because the streets taught her survival. And that was important.
But in the end she was a little kid, and too dumb to cover tracks or erase her record or even know what those meant. The cops came after her. She wasn't cool enough to warrant Rune Knight attraction, not yet. She wasn't even a mage then. The people came after her, and she was terrified. She ran as fast as she could, as far as she could, into the woods she didn't know.
Downhill, uphill, anywhere they wouldn't look. She'd just stolen a few things, right? Nothing big, nothing big at all. Until she stepped on the wrong side of her foot and twisted it a full 180 degrees, then it was big. She had to bite her tongue cause feminine instict told her the last thing she wanted to do was scream right now. Somehow, it triggered a tiny flash of light, and she passed out right then and there, thinking it was those dreaded search lights.
When she came to, she was rocking, like she was on a boat. She looked down and saw an old man, and nearly fainted again. Instead she resisted the urge and mumbled, "No, why. Youre not a boat." She was sleepy, after all. And today had been tiring. Where was she being taken? Back to the tavern?
"..no, I'm not," the strange man admitted, and then Aisha gave a him triumphant smile spread ear to ear like she'd known it all along. "But I'm taking you home."
Home? Where was home, again?
"I don't wanna go home."
The man paused, as though her words held some heavy weight over him, and as though he was considering them with sincerity and genuine interest. Aisha didn't know why but that single gesture made her happy, and her smile returned, twice as lazy.
"Where do you want to go, then?"
A yawn. "Sleep," she proclaimed, and Orion laughed.
Profile Image: http://i.imgbox.com/IiqLJJwA.jpg
Biography: http://ftbreakthrough.boards.net/thread/33/aisha-loveless
Plotter: http://ftbreakthrough.boards.net/thread/53/stardust-wanderlust
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Post by aisha loveless on May 14, 2016 16:38:56 GMT
cain novak - FRIENDSHIPafter a ridiculous conversation about world domination, a fist fight, and one week as her personal lackey, even aisha has nothing but wonder for why cain puts up with her antics. they met when she was even less mature than she is now, and after lots of getting into trouble, avoiding trouble and bailing eachother out of trouble, they've come to a pretty deep understanding of each other. which is why, unlike with most people, aisha diligently tries to keep cain out of everything unlawful that she does, often ditching him for weeks on end if she knows she's going to get into the deep end soon. she usually returns with some i'm back prank, and they hit off once again. |  | Rialle Waters - FRIENDSHIPa friendship forged on multiple short-lived meetings full of adventures and talks of adventure, rialle and aisha have known eachother for a while, but never explicitly got to know eachother beyond the fact that they liked the other's personalities at surface level. whether that will change in the future is yet to be decided. aisha enjoy's rialle's presence, and only that much is really set in stone. |  |
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