Post by phoebe toms on Feb 5, 2015 17:36:43 GMT
[attr="class","appbody"] [attr="class","appcat"]bio Clink, clink, clink. The coins in the pot are loud; a soft tinny sound echoing in your ears -- business was boming today. Makes your heart soar. They call you the swan of Thebes, because your body moves graceful, gorgeous... pretty. You just wish you could fly away from this boring town. (You're not a swan, only birds can fly. But the title makes your chest swell in pride for being compared to one.) Once, a boy around your age, full of witty comebacks and a arrogant smile that made you so mad; said you were the Beauty to his Beast. He'd smile. Later that day he disappeared, and you wanted to ask him what the hell that meant. Clink... clink. The money is short these days. You're tense, angry. They called you the swan and they weren't even caring! You had to eat! And you feel yourself grow thin from self-pity. Even the swan must learn to be grounded. You are the Beauty -- somewhere out there, somewhere -- was your Beast. [attr="class","appcat"]lore & abilities Never having been aggressive, Phoebe only knows how to disappear or stay gone when she does't want to be found. Her movements are still jerky and uncoordinated when defending herself, similar to a pubescent teen. She specializes into nothing of note, but can if she wanted to. No such luck, however. Maybe if being beautiful was a talent... | [attr="class","appname"]PHOEBE TOMS [attr="class","appicon"]  [attr="class","appstats"] AGE: 20 SEX: F RACE: HUMAN HOMELAND: THEBES CONTRACT: Y [attr="class","appquote"]When I signed my deal I felt pressure Don't wanna see the numbers I wanna see heaven You say, could you write a song for me? I say, I'm sorry I won't do that happily |
[attr="class","appooc"]PLAYED BY GARNET // [b][i]MAWARU PENGUINDRUM, himari takakura,[/i][/b] phoebe toms
