Post by nico on Jun 21, 2006 20:30:25 GMT -5
name:Trish Emery
Age:21
Gender:Female
Eye color:unknown
accesories(optional):n/a
Clothes:Long sleeved crimson shirt without shoulder. under it is a spaghetti strap shirt, but you can only see part of the strap.Wears a dark grey mini skirt and black skate shoes. If I missed anything, just look at the picture, i know its not that good and she looks way to young, but im working on it! could't find any that were already made -.-''
Hair color,length etc,etc.:Long silver, yada yada yada.
weapon: three samuri swords, but when she uhhh 'changes' has a nightmare blade.
backround:As I stood there at the top of the hill, in solemn black dress, mascara smeared across my face, I thought about her. I thought of what we had been through together, the bad times and the good. And now this was the last page of our story, as she lay under the ground, I read the tombstone. ‘Metrisha Emery, friend, daughter, loyal fighter.’ My name is Diamond Tyng, a loyal friend of that tragic girl.
Though the sky was bright in sunny, the mood did not fit it. Not a cloud in the sky, but it was raining as salty water streaked down my face. I had been married for quite awhile now, to a vampire actually. I should be the happiest girl alive now that Trish was dead. She was my mortal enemy, along with my best friend. How this is possible, I’m not sure, it just ended up this way. So please, let me take you back, let me tell you of my late friend.
It all began in Byjyma; we had been close friends sense infants, inseparable really. Wherever she went I went, whatever she did I did. Trish was my role model, I would’ve never thought of the dark power she would possess in the far off future. But then, we were just little children, Trish’s sister had just been born, a beautiful little red head, with emerald green eyes exactly like Trish’s, her mother had called her Hikari.
As Trish and I grew up, we began to hang out with the boys on Byjyma. She met Skye, I met Fiyero. Ah, Fiyero, gorgeous Chesnutt hair with ice colored eyes, an angel in perfection. Skye, he had silvery hair with emerald green eyes. I don’t know why, but Trish always seemed attracted to those types of guys. We five went everywhere, young lovers, naïve, unaware of the dangers of the world. We thought nothing could go wrong.
Well, nothing went right. Nothing could have prepared for what happened next. I was 15, Trish was 17 now, and a war broke out. No, Skye had never left, but Fiyero was a completely different story. He had been drafted, and was forced to leave, to fight what they had called ‘heartless’. I was just beginning to learn alchemy, and studied more then ever now that he was gone. I grew uneasy, unhappier every day he was gone, and I dove into the books more. Trish and I had begun to grow apart; she had other plans, other fantasies of her own.
3 months later, Fiyero returned, but this wasn’t good news. It meant that the heartless were to invade our small country town. It was dusk when they came, it looked, black, a wave of darkness; it gave me a disgusting chill, made me feel weak in the knees. Despite the fear, Fiyero, Skye, Trish and I stood our ground along with the rest of the wary soldiers. I had never spilled blood before, never killed, I was scared to do so, to lose innocence.
They came at full force, no mercy, no regret, they truly were heartless. Regretfully, I locked swords with one, Fiyero on my left and Trish on my right. I never thought I would be, quite related to these things in the near future. Trish had made Hikari, her dear little sister, sit this battle out. She hid her, with much care. She was Trish’s light, her hope, her inspiration, she wasn’t sure if she could live without her, so she hid her. As I fell from a lost duel with a heartless, Trish was there to fend it off, to help me up. She must have done this before; she seemed so good at this.
We knew that that day would change us. Well, we knew for sure, after seeing the death. Trish and Skye had run after the leader, and Fiyero and I were fighting off some strange cloaked figure, they called themselves ‘nobodies’. One held two fiery wheel weapons, another one electrified spikes. There were others, with other strange weapons, but that’s not the purpose. The most important ‘nobody’ was the one with the gun, that black gun, with gold engravings, a gold panther on the side.
I remember the moment all too fully. He pulled the trigger, to fast for Fiyero to move out of the way. I fell to my knees next to Fiyero, shaking him by the shoulders, yelling for him to wake up, to stop sleeping, but he didn’t wake up. He would never wake up again, with three bullet holes through his chest, it must have been instant, he must’ve felt no pain, dead before he fell to the ground. I cried of the thought that I never got to tell him. Never got to tell him how much I cared, I was to shy, just to d@mn shy.
While the Nobodies left me, maybe pitying me possibly, I didn’t move, just crying over Fiyero’s body. But in Trish’s position, she witnessed the same tragic scene, except with a different person, and a different setting, but same ending. Christine, my sister was kneeling, clutching her stomach as she stared up at Skye, Trish and another cloaked figure. Christine did’nt know she was mortally wounded, but she did know she couldn’t get up.(under construction)
Age:21
Gender:Female
Eye color:unknown
accesories(optional):n/a
Clothes:Long sleeved crimson shirt without shoulder. under it is a spaghetti strap shirt, but you can only see part of the strap.Wears a dark grey mini skirt and black skate shoes. If I missed anything, just look at the picture, i know its not that good and she looks way to young, but im working on it! could't find any that were already made -.-''
Hair color,length etc,etc.:Long silver, yada yada yada.
weapon: three samuri swords, but when she uhhh 'changes' has a nightmare blade.
backround:As I stood there at the top of the hill, in solemn black dress, mascara smeared across my face, I thought about her. I thought of what we had been through together, the bad times and the good. And now this was the last page of our story, as she lay under the ground, I read the tombstone. ‘Metrisha Emery, friend, daughter, loyal fighter.’ My name is Diamond Tyng, a loyal friend of that tragic girl.
Though the sky was bright in sunny, the mood did not fit it. Not a cloud in the sky, but it was raining as salty water streaked down my face. I had been married for quite awhile now, to a vampire actually. I should be the happiest girl alive now that Trish was dead. She was my mortal enemy, along with my best friend. How this is possible, I’m not sure, it just ended up this way. So please, let me take you back, let me tell you of my late friend.
It all began in Byjyma; we had been close friends sense infants, inseparable really. Wherever she went I went, whatever she did I did. Trish was my role model, I would’ve never thought of the dark power she would possess in the far off future. But then, we were just little children, Trish’s sister had just been born, a beautiful little red head, with emerald green eyes exactly like Trish’s, her mother had called her Hikari.
As Trish and I grew up, we began to hang out with the boys on Byjyma. She met Skye, I met Fiyero. Ah, Fiyero, gorgeous Chesnutt hair with ice colored eyes, an angel in perfection. Skye, he had silvery hair with emerald green eyes. I don’t know why, but Trish always seemed attracted to those types of guys. We five went everywhere, young lovers, naïve, unaware of the dangers of the world. We thought nothing could go wrong.
Well, nothing went right. Nothing could have prepared for what happened next. I was 15, Trish was 17 now, and a war broke out. No, Skye had never left, but Fiyero was a completely different story. He had been drafted, and was forced to leave, to fight what they had called ‘heartless’. I was just beginning to learn alchemy, and studied more then ever now that he was gone. I grew uneasy, unhappier every day he was gone, and I dove into the books more. Trish and I had begun to grow apart; she had other plans, other fantasies of her own.
3 months later, Fiyero returned, but this wasn’t good news. It meant that the heartless were to invade our small country town. It was dusk when they came, it looked, black, a wave of darkness; it gave me a disgusting chill, made me feel weak in the knees. Despite the fear, Fiyero, Skye, Trish and I stood our ground along with the rest of the wary soldiers. I had never spilled blood before, never killed, I was scared to do so, to lose innocence.
They came at full force, no mercy, no regret, they truly were heartless. Regretfully, I locked swords with one, Fiyero on my left and Trish on my right. I never thought I would be, quite related to these things in the near future. Trish had made Hikari, her dear little sister, sit this battle out. She hid her, with much care. She was Trish’s light, her hope, her inspiration, she wasn’t sure if she could live without her, so she hid her. As I fell from a lost duel with a heartless, Trish was there to fend it off, to help me up. She must have done this before; she seemed so good at this.
We knew that that day would change us. Well, we knew for sure, after seeing the death. Trish and Skye had run after the leader, and Fiyero and I were fighting off some strange cloaked figure, they called themselves ‘nobodies’. One held two fiery wheel weapons, another one electrified spikes. There were others, with other strange weapons, but that’s not the purpose. The most important ‘nobody’ was the one with the gun, that black gun, with gold engravings, a gold panther on the side.
I remember the moment all too fully. He pulled the trigger, to fast for Fiyero to move out of the way. I fell to my knees next to Fiyero, shaking him by the shoulders, yelling for him to wake up, to stop sleeping, but he didn’t wake up. He would never wake up again, with three bullet holes through his chest, it must have been instant, he must’ve felt no pain, dead before he fell to the ground. I cried of the thought that I never got to tell him. Never got to tell him how much I cared, I was to shy, just to d@mn shy.
While the Nobodies left me, maybe pitying me possibly, I didn’t move, just crying over Fiyero’s body. But in Trish’s position, she witnessed the same tragic scene, except with a different person, and a different setting, but same ending. Christine, my sister was kneeling, clutching her stomach as she stared up at Skye, Trish and another cloaked figure. Christine did’nt know she was mortally wounded, but she did know she couldn’t get up.(under construction)