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.Tristen Aiden Alieo.
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Name:
Tristen Aiden Alieo

Age:
17

Cursed or Uncursed:
cursed

Appearance:
Longish brown hair is usually accompanied by some type of unnatural color streaked through it flowing in layers from her scalp naturally curly but usually straightened. Pale tan skin is matched by two different colored eyes one being a dark azul the other being a dark emerald, both seemingly black in the right light. A small frame is matched by proper curves and a tendency to have a style all her own.

A unique person in her own right, a detail told by her choice in style. Scars cover her in places both seen and unseen, the most noticeable is a scar on her cheek that has a tendency to be over looked.

Celeb:
Brittany Kramer

Personality:
Tristen is a unique girl in fact that she comes from two different creatures, one as hard as stone the other as cruel and devious as a viper. This is odd because Tristen is far different from both in some aspects. A sweet persona is matched by a wild child side making most puzzled. She changes to match those around her blending in perfectly, a talent that allows her to have the greatest potential.

A fierce, bold side make her what she is to most, it allows her survive in a village she knows she does not belong in but cannot escape from. A sweet, innocent being trying to be something she's not while trying to contain something inside her just waiting for a chance to break out.

Short History:
Her mother was the daughter of a long line of earth worshipers who at a young age conceived the child of a demonic like soldier of the fire village. Tristen was born an abomination to her grandparents and so at birth was left in her father's care. She grew up in the fire village her entire life, a tendency to be mistreated by a cruel father and loved by everyone else.

As a child she spent much of her time playing with the other children of the village till one day on a dare she went into the forest and did not return for days. The villagers searched the forest for the child but did not find her. One day she just appeared, playing along side her friends as if nothing had happened.

No recollection of what happened plagues her, but since then she has felt this overwhelming sense inside her, a sense she still cannot identify and with out a doubt it tries at every moment to break free.

Village:
Fire village

Other Information:
does not prefer weapons or fighting for that matter, an odd thing considering her up bringing.

RP Sample:
((from another rp and a different charr obviously, hope that's alright}}

The same old routine, oh how this made her day, sarcastically speaking of course. It wasn't exactly her favorite thing to do, not in the least bit in fact, to her it was a pest. Food. Truly who needs it? I mean get a few vitamins for the day drink a glass of water and a glass of oj, finish off with soy milk and call it a day. Besides who needs food when you've got lovely intoxicating beverages to fight off any ounce of the empty feeling in your stomach. Shame she had to do this, waste money, time, energy, and a beautiful day, but I suppose if it keeps the consolers, the parent, and social services off her back for a while it's worth those small sacrifices.

Music blaring, destroying any chance she had of hearing something completely, people made funny faces the reason for this was beyond her. I mean really is it a crime to dance/sing your way around a grocery store while throwing random items into a cart? Maybe it was the short skirt, knee high converse, and overly large hoody (which covered a tight t-shirt as well as most of her skirt, looking more like a dress then anything). Or it could be the heavy eye liner, bright green eye shadow, & messy bun pig tail things. What ever it was it resulted in rather funny faces, so brilliant in fact she couldn't help but laugh hysterically, after all why should/would she care.

The cart was filled with mainly candy and vegetables, and of course the former mentioned necessities. Truly food in general was repulsive to her but whatever, it was all for show. Plus if she actually ever did eat any of it it's not like she wouldn't throw it up afterward. Have to make room for the alcohol & various drugs of course. Hell it was better then the d**n memories flooding her mind, it was better then the image of her father's scattered brains forever etched in her mind. It was better then picturing her siblings faces as the bright lights of the truck that entered them from the land of the living to that of the dead.

Mind raced with her pessimistic thoughts and memories, so she started to sing loudly, not caring what ever faces people gave her, besides she was quite good at singing. Feet rested on the carriage touching down to push every now and again as she used it as transportation around the store. Dark emerald eyes scanning the shelves for the drastically healthy and drastically unhealthy foods, she loved the look on the employees faces when they saw the food, trying to figure out how the hell she stayed so thin. It was priceless, good thing money was never an issue, work plus mom equals never ending cash.

Plans formed in her head trying to figure out how to pass the night and possibly the day away today, something she did every day, although more often then not she ditched the plans and wound up doing something far different. Where's the fun in living if you don't live according to each moment? This thought reminded her of that song from rent which she automatically began to hum to herself forgetting completely about the song that was currently killing her ear drums. . .

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