Name: Patricia Morgan Lanchestar. She goes by the name: Trish.

Age: Twenty-two

Race: Unknown. People suspect her to be human but aren’t too quite sure due to the lack of coloring to her skin. It isn’t pasty pale or even normal pale, but it’s like the paleness of a corpse. As if she isn’t even alive. She tells that she is human, but some believe her to be a Vampire of sorts. No one is really sure though.

Place of Birth: Unknown

Occupation: She has been a bartender for about three years now, though being a woman, she doesn’t take drunk men likely. One misstep and your out. She doesn’t tolerate harassment towards women, bar fights, or trashing of the furniture. Drunk or not, no excuses.

Appearance:

* Physical Appearance: She is very… fragile in appearance. Standing at about 5’7”, she is tall and slim. She is known to be rather pale, almost deathly. Her face always carries a gentle smile, leaving no one to suspect a single thing when it comes to trouble. Her eyes, large and expressive, show her innocence, or at least what people are led to believe. In dark light her eyes are that of jade blue but in normal light, they are almost completely clear. Around those large eyes of hers she has dark circles forming around them, leading people to believe that she lacks sleep. Her eyebrows are large at first, but then thin out extremely when reaching the other ends thus giving her a wicked look every now and then. Her lips are large, yet her lower is much larger and more filled than her upper lip. The coloring of her lips aren’t light or even pink like most people would be, they are dark, almost a shade of red. Her nose is small, making her look slightly childish in a way. Her hair is the tone of blood red, almost black in the darkness. But when there is a gentle hint of light, her hair picks up a dark red shine along its strands. The ends reach down to her lower back, forming into three large locks of hair that curl. Her crimson hair is normally pulled back into a high ponytail though her bangs form to the right side of her face, hiding most of her right eye. On the left there is a large strand of hair that falls down the side of her face and reaches down to her collar bone.

* Attire: As a top she wears a thin black shirt that forms tight along her form. The sleeves reach down an inch past her elbows. The neck is much like a turtle neck, though tight so it shows the slimness of her neck. It doesn’t fold over either like you’d see with sweaters; it just forms up and stops about an inch below the jaw line. Over this shirt she wears a loose, orange shirt, thicker than the black, which reaches just below her breasts. The sleeves are visibly cut off since you can see loose thread off her shoulders. The top of this shirt would be wide cut so the shoulders would often slide off, having the shirt shift to one side. On her hands she has black gloves with a strange symbol on both, embroidered with orange stitching to match the shirt. As for her legs she has a pair of black, loose, jean shorts that reach mid-thigh. You can tell that they were cut short by the loose thread once again. On her right pant-leg there is a large pocket for holding objects such as the small pocket knife she carries. These shorts end low on the hips so there is some skin exposed between the shorts and the black shirt. The belt the holds these shorts in place is thick and has spikes forming along it, though not over the entire belt, much like in rows. As for shoes she’d wear thick hiking boots, black in color. The socks that she wears are thick and reach about an inch above her boots, orange in color.

Gem: Blood Red (You said choose a color. I’m rather confused about this one… XD)

Weapon of Choice: All she carries with her is a single pocket knife.

Skills: Enhanced strength in physic, enhanced eyesight through darkness due to the strangeness of her eyes, quick in agility, and incredibly fast in learning; many of which she is very proud to have.

Powers: There a couple of things she’s realized, some on accident, others on pur coincidence. One is her poisonous touch, a poison so great that if not taken to a doctor right away, there would be no way of saving you. The longer you hold onto her, the more fatal it becomes. Thus is why she wears the gloves. The other is her strange connection to cats. Black, white, doesn’t matter the color or even the kind, but they constantly follow her and do whatever she asks of them.

Personality: She is kind, patient, and sometimes even loving when it comes to children and animals. But there is a thin line for her patience, hence the attitude she has towards her bar and those who drink there. Easily frustrated, it is easy to get on this girl’s bad side.

Possessions: Other than the things she has at home and her pocket knife… nothing.

Brief History: Her past is unknown since she never speaks of it. To be honest, she is like a ghost to the world. It is as if the day she came to Candid was the day of her very birth. They don’t know how she did it, but at the age of twenty she bought a two story building just down the alley. The bottom floor was a bar that is open to anyone who wishes to come and relax, but constricted under a few rules. The second floor, which the door to is locked, is that of her home. No one truly knows what is up there, most don’t even know that it is her home. They just believe she constantly stays at the bar, doing whatever it is a bartender does when she doesn’t have customers. Just shows how smart people are, eh?

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.|1|. "RAWR.... o.o;" - Me.

.|2|. "The mall is free until you buy something!" - Sarah.

.|3|. "AHHHH!!! My eye is marinating in bug goop!!! . . . Wait..." - Andy.

Approved.Very well done.

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Nothing is good or bad,but thinking makes it so.
~Shakespeare~

Thank you ^^

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.|1|. "RAWR.... o.o;" - Me.

.|2|. "The mall is free until you buy something!" - Sarah.

.|3|. "AHHHH!!! My eye is marinating in bug goop!!! . . . Wait..." - Andy.