Post by Rosalynn on Sept 8, 2007 18:58:26 GMT -5
Name: Eris Ate
Position: Countess
Gender: Female
Age: 2427 years
Height: Five foot four inches
Weight: 110 lbs
Hair color: Her raven hair hangs down to the middle of her back.
Eye color: Her eyes are two pools of ink, two black orbs staring mockingly into your own, daring you to find the soul within.
Skin color: When she was alive her skin was a silky olive, showing her Mediterranean heritage, but as time progressed the olive color began to fade and now she is milky white, soft skin looking like living marble.
General description: The petite frame this female possess has led her to many a meal. Men thinking her weak have tried to take advantage of her, only finding it is they who are in need of protection. She adds to the illusion by wearing clothing that accentuates her assets. Having lived many years, and going through many different clothing fads, she has chosen her favorites of the past to wear in this eclectic age. Her choices of clothing range from the style of the 50s, to that of the current decade. The short skirts and tight tops remind her of the freedom she had in her homelands as she was growing up. She is never seen without her necklace, a golden apple pendant hanging from a matching chain.
Personality: Born a Spartan woman she is still accustomed to having what she wants, even after the centuries of oppression of women. She uses her womanly wiles to get what she wants from mortals, feeling herself better than them. She despises weakness, another trait left over from her life, and only changes mortals she deems worthy of the great gift. She is well educated, rational, and aristocratic. While she isn't quick to anger when provoked she is vengeful and a force to be reckoned with. She took the name Eris Ate, two Greek Goddesses, after her change because she wickedly delights in causing chaos amongst mortals and has her own brand if mischief that has been cause of a war or two. For the most part she is easy to get along with, if you fit into her plans at the time and she feels you are more than a waste of space.
Sample Post:
It was that time of night, the time to feed. The thought of the warm blood pouring into her mouth and burning her throat as she swallowed caused a shiver to run down her spine. To feed was better than the sex had been for her in quite some time, but she was picky and more often than not passed on feeding for the night because she had not found the right one. She refused to drink the blood of the weak, she couldn't stand for their unworthy blood to flow through her Spartan veins. Heritage meant everything to this woman, so many these days were nothing more than mutts.
She found her favorite club and slipped in unnoticed. This took a great deal of effort for the small beauty, her milky skin drew much attention in a time when the women looked like bread that had been left on the fire for too long. She had to admit though, most of them were more masculine than the men she had been finding. Scrawny, feminine males plagued the clubs and bars, and tonight was no different that any other night. Disgusted and trying not to touch the weaklings she made her way to the back corner table, the perfect place to keep her eye on the whole place as well as the door. The seat was empty, she paid the own very well to keep it this way, and as soon as she sat down a drink was placed in front of her by the beautiful girl that worked here every night, Eris paid well for this too.
Tonight was different than most nights though, no sooner had the drink been set in front of her a male she'd never seen walked through the door. It seemed to Eris as if Adonis himself has just walked through the door. The man was beyond beautiful and she knew at that moment she would have him, in more ways than one. Her mind whispered to his, Come to me and his eyes, green as the spring grass, met with hers and from that moment on he belonged to her. He made his way to her table, the crowd parting like the sea for Moses, and with grace that matched nothing she had seen in centuries he grabbed her hand and pulled her from her seat. A collective huff could be heard from all of the women in the bar as the two walked from the crowded building and into the empty street. Little did the muscular male know this would be the last walk he would take.
Hours later a small woman emerged from an abandoned building, her clothes were disheveled and she was wiping some red substance from her mouth. It would be days before anyone found the body of the handsome man, and the police would rule the death an overdose, Gods love the horrible turn that this society had taken, it made her job so much easier. If her heart had been in the habit of beating it would be racing right now, her pale cheeks were flushed and as she slipped into her grand house she felt a little sad at the waste of such an amazing specimen, but only a little.
Position: Countess
Gender: Female
Age: 2427 years
Height: Five foot four inches
Weight: 110 lbs
Hair color: Her raven hair hangs down to the middle of her back.
Eye color: Her eyes are two pools of ink, two black orbs staring mockingly into your own, daring you to find the soul within.
Skin color: When she was alive her skin was a silky olive, showing her Mediterranean heritage, but as time progressed the olive color began to fade and now she is milky white, soft skin looking like living marble.
General description: The petite frame this female possess has led her to many a meal. Men thinking her weak have tried to take advantage of her, only finding it is they who are in need of protection. She adds to the illusion by wearing clothing that accentuates her assets. Having lived many years, and going through many different clothing fads, she has chosen her favorites of the past to wear in this eclectic age. Her choices of clothing range from the style of the 50s, to that of the current decade. The short skirts and tight tops remind her of the freedom she had in her homelands as she was growing up. She is never seen without her necklace, a golden apple pendant hanging from a matching chain.
Personality: Born a Spartan woman she is still accustomed to having what she wants, even after the centuries of oppression of women. She uses her womanly wiles to get what she wants from mortals, feeling herself better than them. She despises weakness, another trait left over from her life, and only changes mortals she deems worthy of the great gift. She is well educated, rational, and aristocratic. While she isn't quick to anger when provoked she is vengeful and a force to be reckoned with. She took the name Eris Ate, two Greek Goddesses, after her change because she wickedly delights in causing chaos amongst mortals and has her own brand if mischief that has been cause of a war or two. For the most part she is easy to get along with, if you fit into her plans at the time and she feels you are more than a waste of space.
Sample Post:
It was that time of night, the time to feed. The thought of the warm blood pouring into her mouth and burning her throat as she swallowed caused a shiver to run down her spine. To feed was better than the sex had been for her in quite some time, but she was picky and more often than not passed on feeding for the night because she had not found the right one. She refused to drink the blood of the weak, she couldn't stand for their unworthy blood to flow through her Spartan veins. Heritage meant everything to this woman, so many these days were nothing more than mutts.
She found her favorite club and slipped in unnoticed. This took a great deal of effort for the small beauty, her milky skin drew much attention in a time when the women looked like bread that had been left on the fire for too long. She had to admit though, most of them were more masculine than the men she had been finding. Scrawny, feminine males plagued the clubs and bars, and tonight was no different that any other night. Disgusted and trying not to touch the weaklings she made her way to the back corner table, the perfect place to keep her eye on the whole place as well as the door. The seat was empty, she paid the own very well to keep it this way, and as soon as she sat down a drink was placed in front of her by the beautiful girl that worked here every night, Eris paid well for this too.
Tonight was different than most nights though, no sooner had the drink been set in front of her a male she'd never seen walked through the door. It seemed to Eris as if Adonis himself has just walked through the door. The man was beyond beautiful and she knew at that moment she would have him, in more ways than one. Her mind whispered to his, Come to me and his eyes, green as the spring grass, met with hers and from that moment on he belonged to her. He made his way to her table, the crowd parting like the sea for Moses, and with grace that matched nothing she had seen in centuries he grabbed her hand and pulled her from her seat. A collective huff could be heard from all of the women in the bar as the two walked from the crowded building and into the empty street. Little did the muscular male know this would be the last walk he would take.
Hours later a small woman emerged from an abandoned building, her clothes were disheveled and she was wiping some red substance from her mouth. It would be days before anyone found the body of the handsome man, and the police would rule the death an overdose, Gods love the horrible turn that this society had taken, it made her job so much easier. If her heart had been in the habit of beating it would be racing right now, her pale cheeks were flushed and as she slipped into her grand house she felt a little sad at the waste of such an amazing specimen, but only a little.