Post by Niyuu on Feb 22, 2009 10:38:51 GMT -5
Name: (Robuya) Niyuu
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Position Requested if Applicable: Brothel Girl (I know it's not on the list, but if you're going to have a brothel, don't you need brothel girls? ;])
Description: Black hair was pulled back taut to display feminine features. Creme complexion accented high cheek bones. Sleek almond orbals were both warm and cold. A shy smile often plastered her pink lips. Five feet of female often stood with her tiny fingers entwined and fidgeting. Kimono covered slim frame in a mass of red silk; the garment given to her by a stranger. Plain black shoes covered her dainty feet.
Personal Items: Her clothes, shoes, various accesories men buy her.
Weapons: Her shoes. Yes! She's a shoe-beater.
A Sample post: Niyuu sat close to the General, her finger tips resting on his shoulder and leaning against his arm. As he finished another one of his "amazing" (not) war stories, she laughed to keep herself from rolling her eyes. She knew if she could play off being interested, she'd get her pay tonight. This General was a big spender; she'd noticed this earlier in the night when he'd placed generous bets in the gambling den. With her index finger, she pulled his chin in her direction, " Well, General, I think it's getting late."
She winked as the other men at the table whistled, hooted, and howled. She took the General by his burly hand and led him toward the staircase. She gave the other girls, all with jealousy in their eyes, a little wave goodnight. She pulled the General by the hand up the staircase. Leading him down the hall, she came upon a sliding door. She pushed it aside with her fingers slowly and led him inside. She let him shut it behind them.
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Position Requested if Applicable: Brothel Girl (I know it's not on the list, but if you're going to have a brothel, don't you need brothel girls? ;])
Description: Black hair was pulled back taut to display feminine features. Creme complexion accented high cheek bones. Sleek almond orbals were both warm and cold. A shy smile often plastered her pink lips. Five feet of female often stood with her tiny fingers entwined and fidgeting. Kimono covered slim frame in a mass of red silk; the garment given to her by a stranger. Plain black shoes covered her dainty feet.
Personal Items: Her clothes, shoes, various accesories men buy her.
Weapons: Her shoes. Yes! She's a shoe-beater.
A Sample post: Niyuu sat close to the General, her finger tips resting on his shoulder and leaning against his arm. As he finished another one of his "amazing" (not) war stories, she laughed to keep herself from rolling her eyes. She knew if she could play off being interested, she'd get her pay tonight. This General was a big spender; she'd noticed this earlier in the night when he'd placed generous bets in the gambling den. With her index finger, she pulled his chin in her direction, " Well, General, I think it's getting late."
She winked as the other men at the table whistled, hooted, and howled. She took the General by his burly hand and led him toward the staircase. She gave the other girls, all with jealousy in their eyes, a little wave goodnight. She pulled the General by the hand up the staircase. Leading him down the hall, she came upon a sliding door. She pushed it aside with her fingers slowly and led him inside. She let him shut it behind them.
