Character Profile:
Name: Rixele
Hair Color: black with red tips
Eye color: emerald green
Skin color: tan
Age: 16
Story:
"Something's missing." I said, perplexed as I examined myself in the mirror. Tonight was a big night. For my dad, anyway. He was the head director of this organization he'd founded and we had four new important members joining us. So I, his daughter and probably his future successor, had to attend the formal dinner and, of course, look my best. It was hard for me to get all dressed up since I never was one for dressing up in fancy garb and going to parties. In fact, I remember fighting with my parents when I 'had' to go to parties and dinners and such. One of the few memories I actually remember. But, I thought my dress was okay for a dinner. From the few dresses I actually owned, which I only owned because my best friend's little sister forced me to keep the ones she'd bought me, I chose a long, silky black dress with a single sleve on the right side and a neckline that swung under my left arm, a red tank top underneath, My waist long black hair was tied up in a braided bun, my bangs swinging from the right side of my face to behind my left ear. I added a blood red rose choker and diamond stud earrings. But even with all the adding, adjusting, and rearranging, something was still missing. Then something caught my eye. One the corner of my dest was a small blue box.
"Where did you come from?" I thought to myself. I opened the box to reveal a simple silver bracelet with two lilies that had pearl centers and whose flowers crossed when you clasped the bravelet together. I stared at it, taking in the beauty of it's simplicity. I had never seen anything like it, yet it seemed to look oddly familiar. I pushed this thought aside and smiled at the bracelet. I unclipped it to put it on, clueless to teh mess I was about to put myself in. I put the cool metal on my wrist and brought together the two simple clasps tht joined the two lilies. Teh moment I heard the faint 'click' of the clasps, everything went dark. . .