Post by lyndseysan on Aug 14, 2006 10:39:38 GMT -5
( Post your profile here for the nOObs we may get who don't know who we are. Psh, like some one wouldn't know who I am... )
-Nobody-
Name: Lyndsey's (pronounced Lynd-Z)
Who's Nobody: HINTS WILL BE GIVEN IN POSTS!
Age: Sweet Sixteen
Weapon: Microphone. She uses sound waves to fight and the microphone cord as a whip. ( I'm trying to be unique, okay?! >.< Oh, microphone cord moves on it's own at times. Beware! )
Appearance: This is just an intro post I did at the old forum that more or less describes her appearance.
Her hips swayed with the movement of her walk as she boarded the ship. Golden blond hair rippled down her shoulders, her empty blue eyes wandering here and there as they investigated the ship. Her attire was that of a mere school girl, a short black skirt, a sleeveless button up collared shirt, and a black tie. White knee-highs fit around her slender legs as her black converse padded softly across the wooden deck. With one hand she held a black microphone, the cord dragging the ground slightly, while her other hand ran softly across wooden deck. Her full lips remained closed as she would stare up at the sails.
Alas.. the ship of the keyblade masters. A soft grin fitted across her otherwise expressionless face as she crossed her arms and closed her eyes. She would let Kalon tire them out, in a desperate attempt to flee they would come running to their ship. And she would be waiting.
The shadows shifted as she turned, heartless springing up all over the boat.
Waiting.
To take their hearts.
-Nobody-
Name: Lyndsey's (pronounced Lynd-Z)
Who's Nobody: HINTS WILL BE GIVEN IN POSTS!
Age: Sweet Sixteen
Weapon: Microphone. She uses sound waves to fight and the microphone cord as a whip. ( I'm trying to be unique, okay?! >.< Oh, microphone cord moves on it's own at times. Beware! )
Appearance: This is just an intro post I did at the old forum that more or less describes her appearance.
Her hips swayed with the movement of her walk as she boarded the ship. Golden blond hair rippled down her shoulders, her empty blue eyes wandering here and there as they investigated the ship. Her attire was that of a mere school girl, a short black skirt, a sleeveless button up collared shirt, and a black tie. White knee-highs fit around her slender legs as her black converse padded softly across the wooden deck. With one hand she held a black microphone, the cord dragging the ground slightly, while her other hand ran softly across wooden deck. Her full lips remained closed as she would stare up at the sails.
Alas.. the ship of the keyblade masters. A soft grin fitted across her otherwise expressionless face as she crossed her arms and closed her eyes. She would let Kalon tire them out, in a desperate attempt to flee they would come running to their ship. And she would be waiting.
The shadows shifted as she turned, heartless springing up all over the boat.
Waiting.
To take their hearts.