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Karma: 0 |  | Mathicia Setzin
« Thread Started on Sept 10, 2006, 1:46am » | |
Name: Mathicia Setzin.
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Appearance: Her vivid grey eyes sparkle in the sunlight, only to be covered by long dark hair. She often wears a grey tank-top with a leather jacket overtop of it. Her legs are always covered with grafitti jeans. She has a small bag of markers she keeps over her shoulder.
Weapons: Sketchbook.... Tattered and old, it doesn't look like it'd do much damage.....
Abilities: She can make anything she draws jump right off the page and into reality.
Personality: She tends to be quiet because not many care for her opinion. She's very opinionated and will tell anyone she thinks is wrong that they are incorrect. She comes off as stuck up, but she's really modest. She's very proud of her art, but she tries to keep her work to herself... unless of course, she needs it for another purpose.
History: Not much is known about Mathicia. She has a Fire Kingdom heritage, but she keeps quiet about herself for the most part. She's very well known in the martial arts dojos around the world, but she almsot never uses or flaunts her talents. She's also well-known as a swordsmaster, but again, she rarely uses it. She's only well-known in the Fire Kingdom.
Alignment: For the most part, good. But the darkness inside her grows deeper every day.
Miscellaneous: Tends to carry around a book with no title. She's guarded about it, and doesn't share any information of any kind about it. The book is black with silver pages.
She looks alot like this:
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More than I, if truth were told,
Have stood and sweated hot and cold,
And through their reins in ice and fire
Fear contended with desire.
Agued once like me were they,
But I like them shall win my way
Lastly to the bed of mould
Where there's neither heat nor cold. But from my grave across my brow
Plays no wind of healing now,
And fire and ice within me fight
Beneath the suffocating night |
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