Kimiko
07-29-2008, 09:22:47 AM
RULES
- Read the "Events Square Rules" and apply them
- No Auto-Hitting
- No Power-Modding/Dodging
- Mentioning your character's viewable weapons is a necessity
- No need to mention your character's mystical powers in your opener
- Separate OOC posts with IC ones, ensuring that the difference can be told
- HAVE FUN
~ ENTRY ~
Roars from the nearest hydrosphere, the tides that collide with the coastal edges maintain their actually standard behavior. Several feet away from where humid margins reach their peak, Kimiko moseys along the sandy beach, parallel to the oceanic vastness to her right. Morning has left its most premature moments many hours ago. The blissful radiance from the photosphere, literally beyond this world, also bestows the part of the planet currently experiencing daylight with pleasant heat. Cool gusts approach from the southwest, causing her long ebony hair to greatly flutter to the northeast. The moment is loud yet benign.
Overlapped by the unremitting waves is the melodic tune that she resonates, signifying her tranquility. Multitude of brown grains finds some of their dot-like selves within the insoles of her black sandals. Along with her glossy bodily threads, the sleeveless lavender dress she has on is flapping incessantly from the billowing force, also grazing on her velvety skin, ivory as its hue. The pearl-tinted scabbard strapped beside her left hip on a belt remains held by her left hand in a mild grip. Ten-Ryuu-Ken, the katana within the well-carved sheath is labeled, sharp, resilient, capable of liberating mystic energies, lethal or protective in their results, and manipulating one available element within her locality. Airstreams are her choice for today, this young woman, truly expert in wielding such a majestic inheritance.
Each step she takes, Kimiko can feel it, the earth beneath her protected feet, just blinks worth of moments away from being awaken by means of monumental displays. After all, she has the ethereal competence to do it, whether others are aware of her actions or not. Even the sea of non-elemental force within her, it remains dormant, waiting for her to summon it, capabilities equal to her sword or even more puissant if both mix their powers together. The thought of such catastrophic outcomes, the adolescent abruptly shakes her head, not really intending to use them unless deemed necessary. She stopped at that moment, inhaling and then exhaling heavily to bring back her serene mood. Once again, her peregrination carries on.
Lovely as she is on the outside, the curvaceous female has more to offer, even to the extents of battle. Deception can embrace one's thoughts that she isn't fast enough, athletic enough and strong enough. The full opposite is the actuality in her case, built with physical traits that destroy the barriers of humanly limits, agility, stamina and overall physical fitness. Even pacing near the speed of sound requires not too much effort at times for her to make it a certain feat. More of the waves crash on the shores which takes the blow of the feral body of water every day. A routine which nobody is obviously complaining about. Realizing that she stopped humming, Kimiko continued her sweet-sounding tune along with her constant stroll which she resumed a few seconds ago.
- Read the "Events Square Rules" and apply them
- No Auto-Hitting
- No Power-Modding/Dodging
- Mentioning your character's viewable weapons is a necessity
- No need to mention your character's mystical powers in your opener
- Separate OOC posts with IC ones, ensuring that the difference can be told
- HAVE FUN
~ ENTRY ~
Roars from the nearest hydrosphere, the tides that collide with the coastal edges maintain their actually standard behavior. Several feet away from where humid margins reach their peak, Kimiko moseys along the sandy beach, parallel to the oceanic vastness to her right. Morning has left its most premature moments many hours ago. The blissful radiance from the photosphere, literally beyond this world, also bestows the part of the planet currently experiencing daylight with pleasant heat. Cool gusts approach from the southwest, causing her long ebony hair to greatly flutter to the northeast. The moment is loud yet benign.
Overlapped by the unremitting waves is the melodic tune that she resonates, signifying her tranquility. Multitude of brown grains finds some of their dot-like selves within the insoles of her black sandals. Along with her glossy bodily threads, the sleeveless lavender dress she has on is flapping incessantly from the billowing force, also grazing on her velvety skin, ivory as its hue. The pearl-tinted scabbard strapped beside her left hip on a belt remains held by her left hand in a mild grip. Ten-Ryuu-Ken, the katana within the well-carved sheath is labeled, sharp, resilient, capable of liberating mystic energies, lethal or protective in their results, and manipulating one available element within her locality. Airstreams are her choice for today, this young woman, truly expert in wielding such a majestic inheritance.
Each step she takes, Kimiko can feel it, the earth beneath her protected feet, just blinks worth of moments away from being awaken by means of monumental displays. After all, she has the ethereal competence to do it, whether others are aware of her actions or not. Even the sea of non-elemental force within her, it remains dormant, waiting for her to summon it, capabilities equal to her sword or even more puissant if both mix their powers together. The thought of such catastrophic outcomes, the adolescent abruptly shakes her head, not really intending to use them unless deemed necessary. She stopped at that moment, inhaling and then exhaling heavily to bring back her serene mood. Once again, her peregrination carries on.
Lovely as she is on the outside, the curvaceous female has more to offer, even to the extents of battle. Deception can embrace one's thoughts that she isn't fast enough, athletic enough and strong enough. The full opposite is the actuality in her case, built with physical traits that destroy the barriers of humanly limits, agility, stamina and overall physical fitness. Even pacing near the speed of sound requires not too much effort at times for her to make it a certain feat. More of the waves crash on the shores which takes the blow of the feral body of water every day. A routine which nobody is obviously complaining about. Realizing that she stopped humming, Kimiko continued her sweet-sounding tune along with her constant stroll which she resumed a few seconds ago.