Physical Description~ Luna has long white hair with a purple tint to it. Her eyes are an icy blue that sparkles when she is outside on a clear night and the light of the moon hits them just right. She normally wears only white cloths and never leaves the house with out her fur shaw as shown in the picture. The hood was made from a rare white fox that lived in the snow lands where she was raised. She has dark purple gloves with the fingers cute out of them and the same fur on the very end of the glove by the wrist. She wears a white under shirt and white shorts with them. Her dark purple snow boots match the gloves perfectly.
Personality~ Luna is a very outgoing and fun loving adventurer. She isn’t afraid to take chances and do things she isn’t suppose to it. None of it bothers, drunken one night stands, a fight that got her injured, killing someone, etc. She looks at it as another adventure. The only times she is ever timid is when she is beaten in a fight, shown who is boss, or someone finds out one of her weaknesses. She is sarcastic and loves a good fight now and then.
Magic/Abilities~ Luna is a mage, So she can weld magic to her will, but the only magic she can do is Light magic. The kinds angels do. She is defiantly no angel but had learned the way a long time ago and was eager to learn. She can do things like send burning balls of light at people, light of a place, and even has control over lighting.
Relationships~ Luna grew up with her mother, the worlds largest whore and her father who was always away from home. Luna always staid away from the house, days at a time so she didn’t know her mother or father. She is an only child. She has slept with a few men mostly from bad judgment with being drunk but that was as far as it went. Though one summer when the snow had melted for the first time in years in cold country she had made her journey to her Uncles house who she had never seen before and he spent the summer teaching her how to survive in the wild.
Family~
(Clarity) Mother- 35 years of age.
(Anthony) Father- 37 years of age.
(Kenny) Uncle- 70. (Diciest)
History~ Luna’s parents had never been the kind of parents you would want to have. Her Mother would bring home men at night and lock her in her room, that is if Luna was noticed. Her Mother the whore of the small village near there home and her Father was never home. He would come home once a month to deliver money to her mother but then leave. Hardly even sparing Luna a glance. It hurt Luna so she would be gone for days at a time, her Mother never noticing and if she did, she didn’t care that her daughter was gone for days on end. One summer when the suns little heat has melted away the snow she made a long journey to her Uncles. She had plans on returning but after spending time with her Uncle for the whole summer and learning how to survive in the wild, whether it be snow or heat. It was then she was told with her Uncles dying breaths that she should go make a life somewhere else and live her life to the fullest. And that’s just what she done. She didn’t return home instead she left the only grounds she ever known and traveled down to the kingdom of GreyHound. There she would get drunk and end up going to a inn with a guy and leaving the next morning before they woke up. She tried everything imaginable and it had grown to the part where she no longer cared what happened. She the traveled to the next small village spending a few nights there but finding no one of interest.
Starter~
Luna walks around the small village not sure what to do. No one here seemed, interesting, enough to do anything with. She decided she would go and try her luck in a bar. She makes her way over to the bar and enters the building glancing around the room. A scrawny looking guy and whole bunch of muscular dudes where gathered around a table drinking. She turned her attention to the bartender. She sits down slowly on a stood and looks at him.
“Give me the strongest you have and put it on a tab.” She says with a rough sounding voice her hood covering her face casting a shadow over it from the dim candle lighting.
The man brings her a strong drink and she downs it with in seconds and keeps asking him for more. When the tab was over what it was suppose to go up to he asked her for money but she only gave him a drunken grin.
“I-I * Hick * Don’t have any money.” She grins and gets up to walk over to the table of men standing around.
The bartender walks around the counter and spins her around grabbing her shoulder. “Get out now and don’t come back with out the money you owe” He growls. She only grins and throws a punch at the man though he grabs her wrist and twists it harshly. She lets out a yell of pain and stumbles back falling to the ground. He goes to help her up and escort her out the door when she throws another punch only this time making it to his cheek, and then knees him in the groin. He throws a punch, hitting her eye and pushes her out the door. “Don’t ever come back here you no good Bitch!” He yells as walks back in holding his groin in pain.
She picked herself off the ground and slowly walks around town stumbling in zig zag lines till she runs into a guy. She falls down on the ground and shakes her head a bit confused till her eyes dart up to him. “Hey * Hick * there cutey * Hick * You looking to go home with someone tonight?” She grins up at him awaiting her answer.
