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Race: Human Birthday: 8th day of Autumn 489 AV Gender: Female
Physical Description :
Corinth stands at 5'2" at about 125 lbs. Shes a plain pale eyed brunette. Her skin is pale and she rarely smiles. Corinth usually lets her hair hang naturally where it hits about the middle of her back. Her hair tends to look wild becuase she has unruly wave to it. In frustration she is known to take the nearest sharp object and cut the peices of hair around her face to get it out of her eyes and to shove it all in a braid and hold it together with any peice of cloth around. growing up she was told she had the look of an owl due to her round eyes...she doesnt fully understand that description.
Last edited by Corinth on June 15th, 2011, 6:24 am, edited 6 times in total.
Hi I'm Corinth. I like to think I am honest and smart and trusting. However sometimes my laziness, depression, hesitancy, naivity, and lack of compassion can get in the way of that. I'm not lazy necessarily, but I lack motivation. When motivated though, I think I'm a pretty good worker. I used to help my dad in the feilds and the crop was brought in efficiantly so I know im good for work. My depression? Well wouldn't you be depressed too if your mother threw herself off the nearest cliff when you were only 10? thought so. But as said before, proper motivation and you would never know. I do love to laugh , and I make a great loyal friend...if I can stand your company to begin with. I'm not picky, but I'm picky. I tend to stick alone simply becuase I havent found people who understand me... I use music to ease my...suffering if you will. My mother had the lovliest voice I have ever heard and encouraged my singing. I rarely sing in front of acquintances. But I love to sing in front of few trusted friends.
Ethics :
modesty does the right thing generally
Likes :
male attention male company [not in the slutty sense, she just gets along with boys better] the idea of belonging companionship loyalty sarcasm the smell of trees recognition
Dislikes :
female competition her need to please people eye contact her guilt when she doesnt do "the right thing" loud & obnoxcious people traitors ignorance
Last edited by Corinth on July 1st, 2011, 12:58 am, edited 11 times in total.
My name is Corinth, and I don't belong here. I have just buried my father. He joins my mother. Where? I don't know. Many spend their prayers on the will of gods who do not answer. Prayer for healing, prayer for crops. My father never healed, and his crops did not grow. My mother's mind deceived her and left my father a widower when I was merely 10 years of age. That 17th day of Winter 499 AV, my mother threw herself over the edge of a cliff under the impression the gods granted her the power of flight. Her mangled body lay strewn across stones. Her eyes wide open and smile maniacal. My father did not speak to a soul for at least 36 days. And now, I am 21 and left an orphan becuase my father refused to see a physician about his leg. The wound was small, but deep. He fell chasing away a beast from our flock. Fell into a bush he said. What kind of bush, I do not know, but whatever kind, it had to have been the starting point for his infection. Boiling water poured over rags, laced with various herbs along with fervent prayers are not enough to heal a deep wound. Stubborness and ignorance killed my father. First limping, then a fever, then the coughing of blood and then...gone. And now my father lay asleep under a mound of dirt next to another familiar mound.
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