Post by Mercy on Feb 19, 2012 22:43:43 GMT -5
Secret Code: The clocks march on forever
Name: Lady Mercy
Date of Birth: March 17
Place of Birth: Scotland
Age: Her age is unknown but she appeard 25
Profession: She is a goddess by nature but works as a librarian, and makes books for those to write their lives in.
Appearance: Mercy is small standing at five foot five with long red hair streaked with black. Her eyes are a pale green that make it seem she is blind yet she truly is not. She is slim with pale skin that belies the strength she possess.
Personality: Mercy seems mellow to the world that she walks in never showing too much emotion. She is there to present the choice facing the individule. But if any break past her barriers they will she she is passionate about certain things.
Blood Type: O+
Race/Special: Goddess. Mercy is the embodiment of choice. She is on earth to bring our choices to life. She can't choose for you but she can steer you towards what may be the right.
History: Mercy has no history per say. She has been a part of history. She was there watching humanity grow and changed with the times never changing herself. She came to america after the war to try and set the world on the right path after hitler took over. Mercy was there when king henry ruled in the tudor era of England as well and tis on of her favorite time zones. Now she lives among other humans and dreams of maybe living a happy none lonely life.
~Family~
Parents: She doesn't know her parents, or if she even has any.
Sibling: n/a
Children: n/a
Sample Post: Mercy walked from the library her dark red umbrella sheilding her from the soft rain and her dress skimmed across the ground. She carried her shoes in her free hand ignoring the chill and dampness that met her feet. "Very peaceful." she whispered. A few eyes of the richer men in the society skimmed her slim pale frame. Mercy showed no attention to them. Yes her corsetted dress hugged her tight as the boddess was black satin corset that fell away from her hips. Thought black she seemed etherial.
Her hair was braided as she like and it help to not block the choices of humanity that whispered to her. 'Would my wife care if i took a misstress....' Mercy stopped turning to the man whos was up to make a decision, and he was staring right at mercy, her pale green eyes stared into him. Immeditally she saw the mans wife who was seven months along with their third child. The man looked away and mercy nodded and continued down the street. She would not be his mistress, no woman would.
When the people thinned and left her on the streets she found a bench seating herslf and looked to the stars. This place was full of choices, all of which wispered to her.
Name: Lady Mercy
Date of Birth: March 17
Place of Birth: Scotland
Age: Her age is unknown but she appeard 25
Profession: She is a goddess by nature but works as a librarian, and makes books for those to write their lives in.
Appearance: Mercy is small standing at five foot five with long red hair streaked with black. Her eyes are a pale green that make it seem she is blind yet she truly is not. She is slim with pale skin that belies the strength she possess.
Personality: Mercy seems mellow to the world that she walks in never showing too much emotion. She is there to present the choice facing the individule. But if any break past her barriers they will she she is passionate about certain things.
Blood Type: O+
Race/Special: Goddess. Mercy is the embodiment of choice. She is on earth to bring our choices to life. She can't choose for you but she can steer you towards what may be the right.
History: Mercy has no history per say. She has been a part of history. She was there watching humanity grow and changed with the times never changing herself. She came to america after the war to try and set the world on the right path after hitler took over. Mercy was there when king henry ruled in the tudor era of England as well and tis on of her favorite time zones. Now she lives among other humans and dreams of maybe living a happy none lonely life.
~Family~
Parents: She doesn't know her parents, or if she even has any.
Sibling: n/a
Children: n/a
Sample Post: Mercy walked from the library her dark red umbrella sheilding her from the soft rain and her dress skimmed across the ground. She carried her shoes in her free hand ignoring the chill and dampness that met her feet. "Very peaceful." she whispered. A few eyes of the richer men in the society skimmed her slim pale frame. Mercy showed no attention to them. Yes her corsetted dress hugged her tight as the boddess was black satin corset that fell away from her hips. Thought black she seemed etherial.
Her hair was braided as she like and it help to not block the choices of humanity that whispered to her. 'Would my wife care if i took a misstress....' Mercy stopped turning to the man whos was up to make a decision, and he was staring right at mercy, her pale green eyes stared into him. Immeditally she saw the mans wife who was seven months along with their third child. The man looked away and mercy nodded and continued down the street. She would not be his mistress, no woman would.
When the people thinned and left her on the streets she found a bench seating herslf and looked to the stars. This place was full of choices, all of which wispered to her.
