Post by tyliiebaybiie on Feb 21, 2010 18:09:28 GMT -6
-Winry Rockbell-
My name is: Tyliie.
I am intermediate/expert.
[/left]I am intermediate/expert.
-The Basics-
Name: Winry Elizabeth Rockbell
-Nickname/Alias::Win. Winny.
-Age: 16.
-Gender: Female.
-Occupation: Automail mechanic.
-Human/Non : Human.
-Appearance-
-Hair Color:Golden Blonde.
-Eye Color: Blue-purple.
-Height:5'6.
-Weight:121 lbs.
-Distinctions(i.e. scars, moles, missing limbs…): Several percings on each ear, and a few scars from working on automail.
- Character Appearance; Winry is like many teenage girls, but differs in many ways as well. She has very long blonde hair that is almost always pulled up into a ponytail or held up into a bun with her bangs swiping to the right. Winry's eyes are blue/purple and expressive of every emotion she feels. Her skin is very fair or pale despite her attempts to tan. Winry is tall for her age, she used to tease Edward about this fact for ages.
Even though Winry works in mechanics, she is very much a girly girl. Liking skirts and pretty dresses the same as her work pants and black tubetop.
-Personality-
-Likes: Mechanics, automail, her grandmother, the Elrics
-Dislikes: The military, war, Edward
-Weaknesses: The Elrics, new automail information, her grandmother.
-Strengths: Automail, aim, improvising.
-Personality: Winry is a self professed gearhead, with a love for automail and mechanics. If she can take it apart, she has and put it back together better then it was. She's a quick study and picks up the technique almost instantly. She is a very brilliant girl, and is never without something to say. She is very sweet and caring, and quick to help anyone she can. Winry understands how much it hurts to leave someone after losing both her mother and father. Winry is also very polite, her manors polished. She is very friendly and never without something nice to say to someone, unless you've rubbed her the wrong way.
Not to say she's perfect. She's terribly bullheaded, and when she sets her mind to something, she can't be shaken from her course. Winry also has a very blunt personality. She isn't afraid to say what's on her mind, especially to point out when someone's doing things they should not. Winry has quite a temper, and she's quick to express her emotions... particularly when she's angry. While it does her credit to be so open about how she feels, she's just a liiiiittle too quick on the draw with her wrench. Or chair. Or any nearby blunt object that can be used for smacking people on the head. She enjoys teasing the Elrics, particularly Ed when it comes to his height, and they frequently bicker.
-Roleplay Sample: “Ugh, it’s fucking hotttt.” A thin girl groaned, pulling her hair up off her neck and into a loose bun at the top of her head as she laid in bed, nothing but her bra and panties on; the covers kicked to the bottom of the bed. Azrayel Xiona Carter had been at this hellhole they call Morris Correctional Facility for almost six months and yet, she hadn’t gotten used to the frequent A.C. break downs. “It’s a fucking desert, Azzy. Is it supposed to be cold?” Her friend said beside her, casting an evil glare her way. “Yes! It should! Maybe then I can sleep underneath my blankets, all cuddled up and warm! Not dieing of dehydration!” Azrayel said, dodging a pillow her friend had thrown at the petite brunette. “Shut up, Az and go to bed before I slit your throat.” She teased, an evil smirk breaking on her lips.
“I think I might just take you up on that. But I gotta go to the bathroom.” Azrayel got up, slipping on a pair of bed shorts and a flimsy tank top over her bra, grabbing her flip-flops as she walked out the door, “I’ll be back soon.” Azrayel said, walking down the hallway and sighing, cracking her back lightly. The hallways never did scare Azrayel, if someone was going to kill her, she welcomed it. The sodomy, how ever, was a very weird thing. She had witnessed the other gangs do it on some kids here. Creepy stuff.
The emerald eyed perfect shivered despite the heat as she walked, looking on the ground for the rats that seemed to roam the halls at night, or spiders. Another shiver rolled through her body as she walked into the bathrooms and went to the dingy, written on mirror. Nothing, physically, had changed about her since she’d been here. Same long brown and caramel hair, same almost innocent green eyes, pouty lips and straight nose that daddy had paid so much money to change at her whim, and the same ugly birthmark that dominated her neck, like so many guys had done to her since Azrayel had been brought to hell. Yet, she felt different. Independent? Yeah, that was it. She was holding her own for the most part, except some back-up now and again.
Slowly, Azrayel turned to walk out of the door and around the corner, looking for somewhere to go. The whores we’re probably on the roof with whoever wanted to get the local STD. And the evils we’re probably burying a body in the garden. A late night dip in the pool? She did see the pool was clean before she went to bed. Perfect.
Azrayel took off running towards the pool and through the doors, walking on the sidewalk to the pool. Olympic sized, 12 feet at its deepest, and free of all people. Oh, this was too good to be true, Azrayel thought as she stripped out of her tank top and shorts, kicking off her flip-flops as she dove into the pool head first and resurfaced moments later with her hair down.
“This feels so amazing. I wouldn’t trade this for anything. Except maybe a cute boy… yeah, a cute boy I would trade this for.” She laughed, running her fingers through her hair and turned around in the pool, not paying attention to anything else.
-Anything Else you think we should know?:Umm. I will use both anime pictures of Winry and my own edits, I hope its okay![/font]
