Mint Frost

Mint Frost

--{ Find me here, And speak to me. I want to feel you, I need to hear you.}--

So what's your name?
Mint Frost

Well my names Beck, so kid when were you born?
Approximately 16 years old.

Cool, so what are you, male or female?
Female

So how would you describe yourself?
Mint is a tall, lean figure. She always appears stiff. Her eyes are hazel and always seem to flicker colors when she is annoyed. Her wingspan is larger than most, and her feathers somehow turned out dark brown. Most of them are thin and long. Several patches are lacking feathers and she often neglects to do any cleaning of them, leaving them flecked with dirt and grit. Due to the size of her wings, she's always had an awkward posture because they don't fold up as neatly as they should. Her hair is a sun-streaked dirty blond. She stands at six foot one, typically sporting light clothing non-constriciting clothing.

Got any special markings? When I was made I was born with a feather shaped birthmark on my back.
She was born with the equivalent of ingrown talons for fingernails. Though rather dull, they're dense and unyielding.

So whatcha like? How are you personality wise?
A straight forward, hard girl. She doesn't back down from things unless the reason is royal. She seems to flinch when people mention her past. Mint can really blow the roof with her temper. Once she has really lost her temper, she seems to lose control as well. The thing that "gets her" most is when she sees people living a totally normal life, which reminds her of her "talons" and wings. She's perceptive and picks up cues with ease despite masking her own emotions and thoughts with a stony expression.

So what's your style, what do you like to wear?
Mint isn't particularly interested in clothing; if it's wearable, it works.

--{You are the light, That's leading me, To the place, Where I find peace again.}--

So what kind of hybrid are you?
Avian-human hybrid, hawk DNA.

So what's your hybrid form look like?
Mint's wings are patchy and range from medium to dark brown. They're maltreated and rarely paid any heed. From tip to tip, they're nearly sixteen feet long and they don't fold to her back comfortably as they are too big for her frame. The ends are cut vertically from the effort to make them smaller.

--{You are the strength, That keeps me walking. You are the hope, That keeps me trusting. .}--

Got a history?
Mint's been on the island since she was twelve and remembers fragmented parts of her past. She remembers the ripping, searing, burning agony when the edges of her wings were cut to make them fit. She remembers when each and every one of her finger and toe nails were yanked out to test whether or not they'd regrow. Most of her time from childhood to islandhood was spent in one room that would be gassed when a whitecoat had the need to move her somewhere.


You in a pack?
Loner


Why you out there all by yourself? You know that's dangerous right?
Mint decided to be a loner because she had no want to follow anyone else's decrees. No person had ever been a true comrade to her and finding one on the island has been an unexpected event for, well, ever.

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Username: ^Mint
Experience Roleplaying: ^{6 years}
Number of Characters: 1
Role Play Example: <sup>The hybrid's back went stiff and her feathers rose like the hair rises on a cat's back. She shoved her belongings in her bag as fast as she found herself capable of, despite the fact she knew she wasn't alone. Throwing her bag around her shoulder to make it easier to carry, Mint turned around and gazed at the feline hybrid on the horizon. "Shit," She swore under her breath. Buzz killer. Grinding her teeth together, she put 2 and 2 together.

"Who do you work for?"

Venom dripped off her voice, coming not only from the fact her nice day had been ruined by a hybrid she didn't know and that the hybrid before her was definitely... feline. Her lip curled and her eyes jolted back and forth before she eased herself towards the exit. (Jan, '09)</sup>

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This form of biography is credited to the site Keep Walking and the idea of the form. The lyrics are from the song Everything by Lifehouse.