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I'm getting into that space of having a hard time keeping my characters straight...so I think I'm going to start posting them here...I'll find my old profiles later, but here's the one I just created for my fav rp ever! Crimson Nights


Username: LovelySA07
Character name: Sorcha (Sore-Sha) Aoife (Eve) Kieran
Age:Far longer than I should have given some of the things I've done. I'm 23.
Race: Mostly human, but I have tendencies I can't quite figure out if they're demon or vampire or something.
Weapons: I always carry a gun since I learned how to shoot. This was a gift from somebody...I don't remember who anymore. I've had swords before, but they're harder to conceal when I'm on the move.
Abilities:I've worked to master my own body, and mind. I've learned how to handle a gun, especially when necessary, and how to handle a blade, whether it be short or long. I tend to meditate a lot, that whole mastery of the mind piece, ya know?I've always had this odd ability to sense energies, read auras, and read Tarot cards. I'm not sure why, I guess it runs in my family. I also have this odd innate ability to do crafts...They calm me, and sometimes come in handy. I sadly don't have any "magical" powers...at least none that I've discovered as of yet.
Appearance: This is when I modeled for some artist...Don't know why he made my eyes brown...They're green...like this.
Personality:Anyone who gets to know me, knows just how sensitive and kind I can be. I don't trust easy, though. And...haha...I tend to be a bit talkative. I can also seem very full of myself. People have told me I'm an abrasive personality though, but I don't really care...Well...okay, maybe I do I little.
Sexual orientation: Curiosity killed the cat, right?
Brief biography:Oh tragic history. Ugh, how much time ya got? Well, mom died giving birth to me, Dad raised me a while, until the tables turned and I raised him, when I only up to his knee. One day he went out for something and never came back. I figured he ran off or something, until I was so desperate for food and I went hunting myself and found his rotting corpse in the woods. I still don't know what really happened, but there was a few broken arrows in his chest. That is an image I never want to recall again. Anyway...I've kind of raised myself since then, and done a little wandering around, just to keep myself fed. I've done some disgraceful stuff, but sometimes the possibility was just too much to pass up, and sometimes it worked out. I'm the type that's just trying to stay alive.

this was the original version of Sorcha...but she never got accepted into the rp I was trying to get into.

This person controls my voodoo doll : LovelySA07
The name that my deity gave me at birth: Sorcha (Sore-Sha) Aoife (Eve) Kieran...I think we had some Celtic heritage, I'm not sure.
But you can call me: Evie, Shasha (a kid I used to babysit called me that), Sorsh, kind of like Porsche but..not. Sai. Handy-woman, and a few unsavory names as well.
I am a : How dull I am...Human.
I have existed for: Far longer than I should have given some of the things I've done. I'm 23
I tend to lean a little to : What can I say? Sometimes I'm just curious, sometimes I just want to push the damn button, ok?! (Chaotic Good)
Moon or sun: What you can't gather from my figure? Female.
As only my sick fantasies would take me: Curiosity killed the cat, right?
What I have spent my lifetime learning..: I've worked to master my own body, and mind. I've learned how to handle a gun, especially when necessary, and how to handle a blade, whether it be short or long. I tend to meditate a lot, that whole mastery of the mind piece, ya know?
What came to me naturally..: I've always had this odd ability to sense energies, read auras, and read Tarot cards. I'm not sure why, I guess it runs in my family. I also have this odd innate ability to do crafts...They calm me, and sometimes come in handy. I sadly don't have any "magical" powers...at least none that I've discovered as of yet.
My inner self: Anyone who gets to know me, knows just how sensitive and kind I can be. I don't trust easy, though. And...haha...I tend to be a bit talkative. I can also seem very full of myself. People have told me I'm an abrasive personality though, but I don't really care...Well...okay, maybe I do I little.
The chapter I wrote in history: Oh tragic history. Ugh, how much time ya got? Well, mom died giving birth to me, Dad raised me a while, until the tables turned and I raised him, when I only up to his knee. One day he went out for something and never came back. I figured he ran off or something, until I was so desperate for food and I went hunting myself and found his rotting corpse in the woods. I still don't know what really happened, but there was a few broken arrows in his chest. That is an image I never want to recall again. Anyway...I've kind of raised myself since then, and done a little wandering around, just to keep myself fed. I've done some disgraceful stuff, but sometimes the possibility was just too much to pass up, and sometimes it worked out. I'm the type that's just trying to stay alive.
How I have kept myself alive for all these years: Well, geeze...since I've kind of grown up on my own, I've done anything and everything, from singing to cooking and cleaning for people, to being a seamstress or hard laborer. I guess you'd say I'm a renaissance woman.
Oh.. did I tell you about.. : The time when I nearly died? Well...I was really bored one day and was trying to...never mind. I told you, I tend to talk alot, just tell me to shut up, 'kay?
Shh.. don't tell anyone this.. but: I tend to fall in love easier than I'd like to admit. I've never really experienced a real relationship though, it's all be very unrequited love.
Hear that tune? : Bad Reputation, Joan Jett
My happy place: I hate admitting I like company, even if it's sitting quietly and admiring nature somewhere. I love the sound of water, or just nighttime. OOH and Thunderstorms!
Things on my hitlist: People who show indifference or who ignore me, bitter foods, the sensation of being hungry, sitting still for long periods of time, the list goes on...but I'll spare you, you seem nice.
Shh.. don't tell Saren.. you know how she is about: A good pair of eyes stops me in my tracks every damn time, whether they belong to a girl or guy. Oh, and a good singing voice. And what girl doesn't get weak over some good chocolate? Or Coffee! Okay, maybe I'm weaker than I thought, hah.
GET THAT DAMN CAMERA OUT OF MY FACE!!:
This was when I was a model for an artist once...I don't know why he made my eyes brown though...They're green...
like this.