Post by masquerade on Sept 1, 2007 20:36:51 GMT -5
Dulatis form
Name: Aerin Avanna ____
position: Countess
Gender: Femora
Age: immortal [can be killed, but if not they live forever] was 'created' around 1200 years ago...
Height: 5' 8.8"
Weight: light for her height. Her slender muscled frame weighing very little...*exact weight unkown*
Hair color: Deep Blue
Eye color: Intense silvery blue flecked with deeper green-blue than the very depths of the sea, but hiding more darkness and evil than the deaths the ocean's merciless waves cause...
skin color: Ivory White - but in an extremely beautiful way
General description:Long lean and slender. Tall imposing frame, but very slight in build. Carries about her a hauntingly strong aurora of evil that lingers behind and chokes all in her prescense. She has never found a mate - and wishes for one not - in her seemingly endless milleniums on this earth. Her hatred for humans is shown openly in her facade, as she considers them weak beings who linger on this earth - causing as much destruction and death as possible - before they return to the earth. [she relishes the murder of humans...] Seems to glide over the earth, and is commonly seen wearing a faded green dress with a golden cynch around her waist. Around her neck is an ever present necklace with a tiny vial connected to it's length. The contents of this miniscule charm? no one knows...Her shiny blue abbyses trap all who gaze into their depths and she steals the hearts of all who look upon her.
Personality: Ruthless and commanding, respects none - but one... She is the type that kills first, asks quesitons later. She speaks so little, and even then only in riddles and vile insults that very little is known about her inner self. But her veiws on most things are common knowledge in the unfortunate areas of town she frequents. Her stubborness is unfailing and she'd always rather stay to fight and lose, then flee to escape the consqeunces of her actions. Her mocking melodies are beautiful yet terrifying.
History:'Born' uncountable milleniums ago, she has cursed the earth as long as anyone can remember. Other than that though, no one has ever found out - and lived to tell about it that is...
Sample Post: [ from my own mystical being site - my elf character is named Aerin, and in many ways the two are similar... XP]
It had been hours since the solitary elf sat in the shadows made by the competing leaves of the tree-tops that loomed heavenward. Her empty oracles watched as the oncoming darkness chased off the daylight towards the west. Just a few hours ago the day had been cool, unusually so for spring, and the sweet oncoming night promised to be chill. Scattered clouds masked the sky, casting their silhouettes upon the earth, drifting in the manner of aimless beasts between moon and stars. A hush filled the void left by the fading light like a voice was waiting to speak and yet…only more silence unless you counted the gale that screamed through the unknown lands...
Twigs lay broken from their main life source upon the firma, lifeless and auburn, soon to wither and die. Crimson hued eyes that are uncaring and a heart to match drifted through, scanning all that she passed. Attached to those eyes and heart were the series of blood lines and muscle fibers which wrapped around sturdy - yet surprisingly light bones that created one of those graceful creatures, one of those creatures of grace and intellect known as the elf. Physique stood tall and strong - yet distinctly femenine, muscles very well sculpted – to nigh perfection. Glittering obsidian hair caressed her scalp and ran down the length of her back. All sense alert in the off-chance that others might attempt to harm this night demon if they dared to try and be foolish enough to take on this cunning warrior.
A vicious attitude clouded her malicious mind - her torture chamber. At this moment of the night thoughts raced through her head. Mostly the thoughts of where she will find her next victim, her next desire to destroy the flesh of a living soul…
Her tiny nose flares slighlty in reaction to the stench around her. The uncommonly acute sensory skill she possesed alerting her of something off in the atmos around her. Her frame stood silent, her heart the only thing she could hear. Her soulless eyes scavenged the horizon, searching for anything that might peak her interest. So far, nothing not even a small woodland creature. Disappointment. Boredom began to run through her blood, the lack of something to excite her blood had been going on for quite some time now and she thought that it was quite time for a change...
Name: Aerin Avanna ____
position: Countess
Gender: Femora
Age: immortal [can be killed, but if not they live forever] was 'created' around 1200 years ago...
Height: 5' 8.8"
Weight: light for her height. Her slender muscled frame weighing very little...*exact weight unkown*
Hair color: Deep Blue
Eye color: Intense silvery blue flecked with deeper green-blue than the very depths of the sea, but hiding more darkness and evil than the deaths the ocean's merciless waves cause...
skin color: Ivory White - but in an extremely beautiful way
General description:Long lean and slender. Tall imposing frame, but very slight in build. Carries about her a hauntingly strong aurora of evil that lingers behind and chokes all in her prescense. She has never found a mate - and wishes for one not - in her seemingly endless milleniums on this earth. Her hatred for humans is shown openly in her facade, as she considers them weak beings who linger on this earth - causing as much destruction and death as possible - before they return to the earth. [she relishes the murder of humans...] Seems to glide over the earth, and is commonly seen wearing a faded green dress with a golden cynch around her waist. Around her neck is an ever present necklace with a tiny vial connected to it's length. The contents of this miniscule charm? no one knows...Her shiny blue abbyses trap all who gaze into their depths and she steals the hearts of all who look upon her.
Blank facade has no meaning, shimmering pools show no fear. insolence can send her seething, her weapons won't hold you dear. Femenine size is not deceiving, The vampire's intentions are quite clear. Fangs as delicately pointed as butterfly's curves...but this is all that one will hear...
Personality: Ruthless and commanding, respects none - but one... She is the type that kills first, asks quesitons later. She speaks so little, and even then only in riddles and vile insults that very little is known about her inner self. But her veiws on most things are common knowledge in the unfortunate areas of town she frequents. Her stubborness is unfailing and she'd always rather stay to fight and lose, then flee to escape the consqeunces of her actions. Her mocking melodies are beautiful yet terrifying.
History:'Born' uncountable milleniums ago, she has cursed the earth as long as anyone can remember. Other than that though, no one has ever found out - and lived to tell about it that is...
Sample Post: [ from my own mystical being site - my elf character is named Aerin, and in many ways the two are similar... XP]
Enter Death and Chaos...
It had been hours since the solitary elf sat in the shadows made by the competing leaves of the tree-tops that loomed heavenward. Her empty oracles watched as the oncoming darkness chased off the daylight towards the west. Just a few hours ago the day had been cool, unusually so for spring, and the sweet oncoming night promised to be chill. Scattered clouds masked the sky, casting their silhouettes upon the earth, drifting in the manner of aimless beasts between moon and stars. A hush filled the void left by the fading light like a voice was waiting to speak and yet…only more silence unless you counted the gale that screamed through the unknown lands...
Twigs lay broken from their main life source upon the firma, lifeless and auburn, soon to wither and die. Crimson hued eyes that are uncaring and a heart to match drifted through, scanning all that she passed. Attached to those eyes and heart were the series of blood lines and muscle fibers which wrapped around sturdy - yet surprisingly light bones that created one of those graceful creatures, one of those creatures of grace and intellect known as the elf. Physique stood tall and strong - yet distinctly femenine, muscles very well sculpted – to nigh perfection. Glittering obsidian hair caressed her scalp and ran down the length of her back. All sense alert in the off-chance that others might attempt to harm this night demon if they dared to try and be foolish enough to take on this cunning warrior.
A vicious attitude clouded her malicious mind - her torture chamber. At this moment of the night thoughts raced through her head. Mostly the thoughts of where she will find her next victim, her next desire to destroy the flesh of a living soul…
Her tiny nose flares slighlty in reaction to the stench around her. The uncommonly acute sensory skill she possesed alerting her of something off in the atmos around her. Her frame stood silent, her heart the only thing she could hear. Her soulless eyes scavenged the horizon, searching for anything that might peak her interest. So far, nothing not even a small woodland creature. Disappointment. Boredom began to run through her blood, the lack of something to excite her blood had been going on for quite some time now and she thought that it was quite time for a change...
Look in my eyes and see your death....
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