- Joined
- Aug 2, 2015
- Location
- In transit
Aubrey stands on the edge of a roof, her arms crossed as she stares down into the city of Paris. She thinks to herself about the old stories, about how beautiful this place was before the Keishans came to be. Now it's too dangerous to go out at night, Keishan egg souls wander the streets, searching for pure human souls to consume to continue on their path to becoming a Keishan, but of course, Aubrey and her partner couldn't let that happen. Aubrey was one of the specially born, able to control a transformation from a human to a specific weapon, which in this case was a long sword she runs a hand through her hair, she wasn't feeling the best on this night, too tired to go hunting but her partner had insisted on this mission.
Aubrey stands at 5'7, she wears a black cloak with a white t-shirt and blue jeans underneath, she has chocolate brown hair that falls perfectly to the middle of her back. She has a light hazel pair of eyes, and an hour glass figure that she never really tries to show off. Before she had met her partner she had had trouble finding a meister in the DWMA, normally the academy was partner together a boy and a girl, but no boy could learn to wield her like her partner could, so an exception was made, two girls working together had almost never been heard of in the academy, but if they made a death weapon out of Aubrey? They would make history. That thought lingers in the back of her head as she thinks, they would have to work hard to do that, she then rubs her eyes, attempting to get herself awake and ready before the show begins.
She steps away from the edge of the room, stuffing her dainty pale hands into her pockets as she shivers with the cold night, a gust of wind doesn't exactly help. She walks over to her partner, giving her a nod. "Ready to go?" She asks quietly, her thin eyebrows raising in her direction.
Aubrey stands at 5'7, she wears a black cloak with a white t-shirt and blue jeans underneath, she has chocolate brown hair that falls perfectly to the middle of her back. She has a light hazel pair of eyes, and an hour glass figure that she never really tries to show off. Before she had met her partner she had had trouble finding a meister in the DWMA, normally the academy was partner together a boy and a girl, but no boy could learn to wield her like her partner could, so an exception was made, two girls working together had almost never been heard of in the academy, but if they made a death weapon out of Aubrey? They would make history. That thought lingers in the back of her head as she thinks, they would have to work hard to do that, she then rubs her eyes, attempting to get herself awake and ready before the show begins.
She steps away from the edge of the room, stuffing her dainty pale hands into her pockets as she shivers with the cold night, a gust of wind doesn't exactly help. She walks over to her partner, giving her a nod. "Ready to go?" She asks quietly, her thin eyebrows raising in her direction.