Name: Kylie Sparrow

Nickname: Ky, Urchin

Age: 22

Sexuality: lesbian

Actress/Actor Name: Cote De Pablo


Category: Slayer/practicing witch

Physical description: Athletic build, long brunette hair, black eyes, tan skin, tribal tattoo on left shoulder, phoenix tattoo on lower back, faded white jagged scar trailing from the corner of her right eye to her chin, double jointed.

Likes: Being outside in the forest, whiskey, likes open minded people who talk straight

Dislikes: Authority, two faced personalities

Personality: Kylie is a loner, she's never really had any family except for one constant person in her life. She likes to live on the edge and to move fast. Shes very hands on and likes to take apart and put together any type of technological thing she can get her hands on. She really intelligent but likes to hide it behind a tough attitude to keep a low profile.

History: raised on the streets of south Boston, Mass. When she was thirteen she was taken in by a neutral demon by the name of Kyran who decided to become her watcher. It was Kylie's demon foster parent that gave her the nickname Urchin based on how the demon had found her. When she was fifteen Kylie discovered that she was one of the last of an Indian tribe called the Mahican after Kyran had taken her to see a shaman for her birthday.

Confused and in need of answers to questions Kylie left Boston and traveled as far as her wit and pick pocket skills could take her. Carrying a leather bound book of spells that Kyran had given her and a duffel bag. Kylie was in Rome when she felt a jolt go through her calling her as a slayer.

Medical notes: Was admitted to the emergency room with a busted lip and laceration from a bar fight in Spain when she was seventeen.

Sample of a role play:

Leaving the Roman Colosseum in silence as she used the storm and shadows to hide herself from the guards on patrol and anything else that might have been searching for trespassers. Kylie moved west in the hopes of staying in the darkness that she had come to rely on so much in the past seven years. She knew that there were people looking for her, a shaman in Somalia had warned her about the white witch, the dark knight, and the one that sees. His warning had been a payment, an honor he called it for saving his village during a time of great distress. Bohlale had advised her that the darkness she called friend was wrong, that it would be her failing in the end. Kylie wasn't sure if she believed in his words. She had after all spent five years prier to meeting him, living in the shadows the darkness what all that she knew. But looking into his black eyes, feeling the callouses of his hand gripping hers tightly the girl wasn't so sure of her thoughts anymore.

Breathing deeply Kylie shook off the memories of that time, realizing for the first time since she had started walking away from the Colosseum that she was standing in front of her motel room door looking like a drowned rat. Her clothes sticking to her and her hair hanging down, heavily dripping water. Pushing open the door, Kylie entered the stained and Spartacus room, grabbed her already packed worn duffel and walked back out into the roman back alleys, back out into the rain.

"Time to move on," Kylie spoke aloud to no one with her head facing downwards. After so many years of traveling the chill of the rain no longer had any affect on Kylie. It was just one among many things that she had become desensitized to.



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