player 1 | Misha

Name » Misha
Alias » The Carnie: nickname given to her by villagers
Gender » Female
Spawn point » Nothing
dB » 1

Physical appearance » A mainly feline looking creature. She has dark bangs that only partially cover one eye and three horn-like things planted on the left side of her face. Her ears are long and pointed, always drooping. Her expression is normally very tired and stressed. She has two earrings on her left ear and one on her right. Her collar and belt are made of the same smooth material and her leg warmers are secured with long, black string.

The most noteworthy thing about Misha are her hands, which are pitch black shadows. Her fingers are long and smooth and grow when she wants them to.

Voice » Normally, her voice is low and boyish. It's calming, but quiet.
When panicked or flustered, her voice gets a lot higher and will sound more feminine.
Height » 5'0"
Weight » <147? (generally underweight)


Talents »
○ Good grip
○ Ambidextrous
○ Very balanced, slightly acrobatic, flexible

Hobbies »
○ helping villagers
○ playing the xylophone

Personality » { Cautious } { Pushover } { Busy } { Mellow } { Slow-thinking }

Misha is a cautious, almost timid player. She is easily startled but once she's in the zone she can make things work and fight effectively. She's not quick to trust others and will eye a stranger for a long time until they show that they mean no harm. Once she does trust someone, though, she's not very wise. SHe'll be a complete pushover that will sacrifice herself at any time, whether that be on the battle field or in the lunch line. Misha will not be afraid to voice her opinion, but she can be shut up easily if someone else tells her to. She's also willing to hand almost anything she has to other people.

On the other hand, Misha is very calm and generally friendly. She prefers to keep her hands busy and do something useful rather than nothing at all. She has no issues with lazy people, but she just can't act that way herself. If she has nothing to do, she'll start shaking...maybe explode!! Or not. She'd just cry a little.

Likes »
○ blondes
○ balloons
○ hugs
○ small creatures
○ the ocean
○ work

Dislikes »
○ heights
○ clowns
○ blood
○ being pranked [ she'll cry omfg ]
○ having nothing to do
○ angry people


Items » [ none ]

Skill sets »

Attack: 3/5
Defense: 2/5
Speed: 4/5
Agility: 2/5
Endurance: 3/5

Sanity: 3/5
Confidence: 1/5
Bravery: 3/5
Intelligence: 1/5
Charisma: 2/5

Weapon » Her hands are not flesh, they are shadows. By putting them on the ground, she can let the shadows stretch and grow, darting towards enemies.
Her fingers will then grab onto her target and wrap around them in a deathly grip that is hard to break. This leaves the target frozen in place, as the shadows are very cold and void of heat. (Not to mention scary.) Most targets are just frozen in fear. Misha uses the time they are immobile to either let someone else fight or attempt to take them down herself-- but she doesn't hit very hard.

Curiously enough, Misha can do the same thing to friends and it won't freeze them in fear. It calms them and just makes them feel hugged. Unless they're secretly scared of her, then we guess it would still freeze them...


Achievements »

○ [ ABSOLUTELY NO ACHIEVEMENTS AT ALL ]
» besides creating the site. that's cool. I guess.


Relationships »

+ Neutral
+ Acquaintance
++ Friend
+ Close friend
++ Best friend
+ Crush
+ Lust
+ Love
+ Uncertainty | Dislike
+ Despise

Feeling [ NPC or Player | Name ]
"Thoughts"


RP Example »
By the time the storm began, Roman was off of work duty, but still monitoring people on the ship just out of habit. He had nothing scheduled for that day and it seemed like no one was really going to do anything. Everyone was stuck in their rooms waiting for the rain and gloom to stop, but the nurse was kind of fond of the weather, to be honest. Not that he had any water pokemon to help him out if anything should happen to the boat, but still. His haunter hovered right by his side, having been too stressed out by the sounds of thunder to stay in his pokeball. Roman decided to let him out while keeping Curl inside hers, just so they wouldn't get upset. Getting time away from the small cleffa was a rare occurrence for him. Another roll of thunder passed by, and the trainer paused so he wouldn't stumble on the shaky floor. Maybe he should settle down after all... The storm was pretty intense. He didn't really have time to think before the lights went out and Danny let out a surprised squeal, much to Roman's amusement. “You're a ghost, Danny, shouldn't you be used to darkness...?” He murmured to the haunter quietly, continuing to walk down what he assumed to be a hallway. He misjudged the area and bumped into some object, stepping back in surprise. “Oh...” Roman dug in his bag for the flashlight he forgot he had (he was always prepared for blackouts) and turned it on, shining it on the table that had been in his way. Then he saw a pair of feet and the bright, white wings of a swablu, and he knelt down to light up the face of his friend. “Rena?” He saw how nervous she looked and gave her a concerned smile. “This isn't the best time to be playing hide-and-seek.” Danny floated close to the ground as if he wanted to be closer to the light, and blinked when he recognized the girl trainer.