Name : Prinni Bicce
Alias : Prinni, Prinny
Gender : Female
Age : 15
Race : Moren
Sexuality : Essentially homosexual
Marital Status : More or less single.
Religion : Agnostic
Origin : Native to Nil'Tiadawolred; Mor, specifically speaking.
Current Residence : Travels with the Cirque de la Dionée
Occupation : Circus performer
Height : 5'3" in.
Weight : 97 lbs.
Body Type : Somewhat underweight by typical standards, Prinny's body is lithe and petite- which, according to D'Lexington, a good dancer makes. As such, she is almost obsessive about it at times, and with keeping her youthful figure slender. Very flexible.
Skin : Lightly tanned, smooth to the touch.
Eyes : A lighter shade of turquoise.
Hair : Naturally pink, somewhat messy in spite of her attempts to care for it. Long, and more often than not she wears most of it down- except for a small part she ties into a braid, especially for performances.
Physical Description : (Will be filled out soon.)
Speech : (Will be filled out soon.)
Personality : Maybe a little eccentric at times, Prinny is someone who would much rather seize every feasibly fun aspect of the day than stand around and complain about being bored. She is a die-hard optimist, and has never been anything but save for a short period of mourning after her parents passed.
Likes : There are perhaps three things in this dear world that Prinny loves the most: dancing; the Cirque and performing in it; and her beloved brother. The two write letters back and forth, although she's becoming a bit concerned. He's getting sick much too often, and he continues talking about his dead fiancee. Hopefully, he's okay, though, and in the meantime, she'll continue performing her many feats at the circus. First and foremost, she is a dancer, and a contortionist and acrobat secondly. Oh, it's so much fun. Deep down in her heart, she really hopes one day that her brother can come to one of her performances, even if business often has him tied down at home. On a lesser note, she quite likes people in general, and loves to entertain them.
Dislikes : Shoes. Plain and simple; shoes. She is an amicable thing, overall, but the one thing in the world she seems to hold a general disdain for would be shoes. They interfere with the flow of her rhythm, which is nothing short of a crime to do to anyone. As such, she usually tries to avoid wearing them at all costs- unless, maybe, they are very important in order to save her feet from immense pain.
Fears : Gets nervous around large animals, namely Haiaki. The notion of illness scares her, as well, as her parents were very sick when they died. Becomes very distraught when she thinks she may be getting sick- and because of her occasional bouts of nausea, this isn't uncommon. Also has a fear of being alone- not so much abandonment as simply being alone.
Family : The now deceased Bicce family- a former line of nobility in Mor that she is not eligible to inherit- and Delirium, who was her mother. By this logic,
Marl is her half-sister. However, she only knows the Bicce as her family.
History : (Will be filled in soon.)
Allegiance : Follows Cirque de la Dionée to the end.
Weapons : When not inside of the circus, she carries a small dagger. Not that she really knows how to use it all that well.
Strengths : Very flexible and agile. Has excellent balance, allowing her to be a multi-faceted performer.
Weaknesses : Has something of an eating disorder, in that she tends to skip out on meals. As such, she's occasionally left somewhat weak and fatigues easily, and is prone to cramps when performing. Largely unskilled in fighting, and due to her small form, she could not pose much of one anyway.
Sample Post : Bare feet padded along the cobblestone street, tumbling around as though the owner were a drunkard. Forward they stepped, backwards they fell again and again, sometimes straying off to the side. People parted way in front of her in her vibrant get-up; bright reds and clean whites forming a pattern over her clothes, with various types of jewelry- anklets, bracelets, rings, you name it- hanging and jangling all over her. Those hips rocked back and forth as she stumbled around, smiling amicably to all of the strangers.
Today was a good day. No, it was a great day! The third show of the day had let out, and with an hour or so before the next, she had some time to unwind in the street. Her back was getting sore, anyway; the oddly rhythmic movements she made helped it feel better.
As she walked, she felt her toes curl up, and her usual rhythm changed. She looked up, stunned. What was that? Music, outside of the main area? The girl with pointed ears bounced in excitement. It wasn't bad, either! It had a nice tune.
She was going to trip if she kept at it like this, though! She giggled to herself as she jumped on to her hands, putting them down on to the stone of the road, her feet waggling around over her. And so, she had made up her mind; she was going to find whoever was playing that music- they couldn't be far, anyway. A childish grin filled with mirth filled her round face.
Today could only get better, after all, so why not smile?