Post by Metric on Feb 28, 2012 16:42:56 GMT -5
Name: Novalee
Identification Number: 6666661
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Rank: Experiment; Normal
Job: Mechanic
Appearance: Novalee was a morph of a bluebird and human's DNA. Because of this, she has many features like a bluebird. She's very small boned and fragile, making her appear rather thin. Her skin is peach with a small hint of blue tint to it, something the scientists weren't expecting. Her hair is a blackish blue that hangs all the way to her knees with some messy bangs, and her eyes are an icey blue, almost silver. She is almost a D cup breast.
The most noticeable thing about her are her wings. They are about the length of half an arm and made of thousands of little blue, orange, and white feathers. They are quite useless to her since they can't support her weight, and cause immense pain if pulled on.
Nova wears only one item of clothing, a very baggy tee shirt with 'No. 6666661' written in clear black on the front. It makes her feel labeled and exposed with her ass nearly hanging out, but it's better than nothing.
Picture: Coming Soon [Don't expect it too soon, I take my time]
Personality: Once again, Nova has the personality of a blue bird. She is emotionally fragile and harmless. She has a high-pitched sing song voice and is always hopping about. She loves to joke around with other experiments and scientists, though gets saddened if she realizes she's annoying them. When Nova's sad, she hides it under smiles though in reality wishes herself death. Nova is easy to make friends with and loves to have plenty of friends. She's very affectionate, but that doesn't mean she trusts easily. She very rarely puts trust into people. It's very easy to pretend to trust someone. Tell them a couple secrets and such, but never things you know could ruin you. She's always cautious about where she puts her little three toed feet, because you have to look out for the people wishing only for you to fly away..
History: She wasn't expected to live. The scientists all thought she would die immediately, for a bluebird and a human seemed like an odd dna to mesh. When she didn't immediately die at birth they were just waiting for her to pass as a child. Not until she was three years old were they sure she was going to survive. Some scientists hated her and thought she was useless, since all of her experimental features were only for appearance, and she was pretty much an odd looking human. Others immediately liked her for her personality. When she turned seven the scientists realized how near sighted the girl was, and if the world wasn't destroyed she would probably qualify as legally blind. She desperately needed glasses, but an experiment just wasn't worth it. At age 10 her wings were badly injured after the scientists had tried to alter them so she could fly. Once she had made it a foot above the ground but just came crashing down. After that her spirits were so disheveled she didn't even try, causing a scientist to injure her in blind rage. The wounds didn't heal for a year. At age 16 Nova realized her love of song and began to sing for some of the scientists. She was slapped several times for it, only one or two of them actually enjoying the sweet melody. At age 18 Her best friend and the person she loved, another scientist, went insane. He said, quote, "Your voice is the most high pitched insane squeaking I've ever heard. Your wings are completely useless, and everything about you makes you look like a freak. I could kill you right now, you useless pile of feathers." He then slapped her. Hard. He died shortly after that. The trauma and pain still haunts her to this day. She's 19 and still living in the laboratory, too haunted by her lost lover to think about anything.
Other: She'll develop more over time. Oh, and even though this site supports gays and I myself am Bisexual, she's going to be straight just because I picture her with males.
Roleplay sample: This is taken from another roleplay I did:
My pace quickened as I headed for the castle, my breath coming rapidly. The Grand Galloping Gala was starting, and I was scheduled to perform in the party room. After what had happened last year at the Gala, the princess ordered half of the time in the party room to go to me and the other half to go to the classical music performers. Keeping this in mind I gritted my teeth and ran even faster, my streaked blue mane blowing straight back behind me. My hooves clicked loudly against the ground, reminding me of a beat.
The guards opened the entrance for me before I had even gotten there, knowing who I was. I raced in through the gala entrance and to the party room, angering several party-goers along the way. When I finally made it into the party room. I jumped from the door, across the room, landing on the stage. I slid slightly, my head lowered and my breath rapid. Then I turned around, red eyes shining under the goggles. "Let's spin this shit." My voice bellowed into a microphone. My hoof pressed the play button, and the music filled the room. It instantly became a rave.
A lot of ponies gawked at me, which I was used to considering I was a famous DJ in Equestria. The Classical ponies were just as famous as I was, just in a different category. My hoof messed with the turn tables, making the song even more dance perfect. I silently wondered how the classical ponies were doing, and how they felt about my music.
Unrelated note: I'm Polarwish from DA.
Identification Number: 6666661
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Rank: Experiment; Normal
Job: Mechanic
Appearance: Novalee was a morph of a bluebird and human's DNA. Because of this, she has many features like a bluebird. She's very small boned and fragile, making her appear rather thin. Her skin is peach with a small hint of blue tint to it, something the scientists weren't expecting. Her hair is a blackish blue that hangs all the way to her knees with some messy bangs, and her eyes are an icey blue, almost silver. She is almost a D cup breast.
The most noticeable thing about her are her wings. They are about the length of half an arm and made of thousands of little blue, orange, and white feathers. They are quite useless to her since they can't support her weight, and cause immense pain if pulled on.
Nova wears only one item of clothing, a very baggy tee shirt with 'No. 6666661' written in clear black on the front. It makes her feel labeled and exposed with her ass nearly hanging out, but it's better than nothing.
Picture: Coming Soon [Don't expect it too soon, I take my time]
Personality: Once again, Nova has the personality of a blue bird. She is emotionally fragile and harmless. She has a high-pitched sing song voice and is always hopping about. She loves to joke around with other experiments and scientists, though gets saddened if she realizes she's annoying them. When Nova's sad, she hides it under smiles though in reality wishes herself death. Nova is easy to make friends with and loves to have plenty of friends. She's very affectionate, but that doesn't mean she trusts easily. She very rarely puts trust into people. It's very easy to pretend to trust someone. Tell them a couple secrets and such, but never things you know could ruin you. She's always cautious about where she puts her little three toed feet, because you have to look out for the people wishing only for you to fly away..
History: She wasn't expected to live. The scientists all thought she would die immediately, for a bluebird and a human seemed like an odd dna to mesh. When she didn't immediately die at birth they were just waiting for her to pass as a child. Not until she was three years old were they sure she was going to survive. Some scientists hated her and thought she was useless, since all of her experimental features were only for appearance, and she was pretty much an odd looking human. Others immediately liked her for her personality. When she turned seven the scientists realized how near sighted the girl was, and if the world wasn't destroyed she would probably qualify as legally blind. She desperately needed glasses, but an experiment just wasn't worth it. At age 10 her wings were badly injured after the scientists had tried to alter them so she could fly. Once she had made it a foot above the ground but just came crashing down. After that her spirits were so disheveled she didn't even try, causing a scientist to injure her in blind rage. The wounds didn't heal for a year. At age 16 Nova realized her love of song and began to sing for some of the scientists. She was slapped several times for it, only one or two of them actually enjoying the sweet melody. At age 18 Her best friend and the person she loved, another scientist, went insane. He said, quote, "Your voice is the most high pitched insane squeaking I've ever heard. Your wings are completely useless, and everything about you makes you look like a freak. I could kill you right now, you useless pile of feathers." He then slapped her. Hard. He died shortly after that. The trauma and pain still haunts her to this day. She's 19 and still living in the laboratory, too haunted by her lost lover to think about anything.
Other: She'll develop more over time. Oh, and even though this site supports gays and I myself am Bisexual, she's going to be straight just because I picture her with males.
Roleplay sample: This is taken from another roleplay I did:
My pace quickened as I headed for the castle, my breath coming rapidly. The Grand Galloping Gala was starting, and I was scheduled to perform in the party room. After what had happened last year at the Gala, the princess ordered half of the time in the party room to go to me and the other half to go to the classical music performers. Keeping this in mind I gritted my teeth and ran even faster, my streaked blue mane blowing straight back behind me. My hooves clicked loudly against the ground, reminding me of a beat.
The guards opened the entrance for me before I had even gotten there, knowing who I was. I raced in through the gala entrance and to the party room, angering several party-goers along the way. When I finally made it into the party room. I jumped from the door, across the room, landing on the stage. I slid slightly, my head lowered and my breath rapid. Then I turned around, red eyes shining under the goggles. "Let's spin this shit." My voice bellowed into a microphone. My hoof pressed the play button, and the music filled the room. It instantly became a rave.
A lot of ponies gawked at me, which I was used to considering I was a famous DJ in Equestria. The Classical ponies were just as famous as I was, just in a different category. My hoof messed with the turn tables, making the song even more dance perfect. I silently wondered how the classical ponies were doing, and how they felt about my music.
Unrelated note: I'm Polarwish from DA.
