Post by Phedre on Dec 19, 2009 12:00:29 GMT -5
the one i wish i knew!
[/size][/center]your name; Kat
your age; 19
your activity levels; High [okay so sometimes I border on obsessive n_n]
your rp level; Experienced/Advanced
the one i know!
[/center]characters name; Phèdre Ghislaine Chevalier
nicknames; None
characters age; Twenty two
grade; Dropped out of college
species; Werewolf
celeb/face claim; Jennifer Connelly
picture; i64.photobucket.com/albums/h191/xstrwbrygashes/9812337008a11499691001l.jpg
appearance; Usually straight as a pin hair is a deep shade of obsidian. The black, her father made jokes, deemed her a milkman's baby. It isn't unruly, but generally quite malleable. Wavy, curly, short or long, whatever the style it fits in quite well. Forest-green eyes with hints of the earth remind many of long walks, uncomfortable heat in the moist and dense woods, and many a sprained ankle. Or so she's been told. Otherwise, the pale flesh and sometimes lanky appearance made her seem small and inconsequential, which worked to her advantage in battle.
Plain clothing that seems rather normal for a young lady. Nothing outstanding marks her, no signature 'look' but the fact that her looks change. She can go months without dressing up, but will suddenly refuse to leave her apartment unless everything is picture-perfect. As such her style fluctuates and changes, constantly.
personality; Quick to smile, easy to get along with. Usually the first one laughing at a given joke. Lofty, forgets things, enthuses about art and most especially about reading. Loves to cook, to find new hobbies, to redecorate her apartment. Though her parents lived modestly, they left her a rather large sum of money for one young lady. An avid learner, though she had a bad last semester at school and decided to take off a semester or so to clear her head.
Sometimes, though, she does a complete 180 in her personality. She becomes OCD-like in her obsession for cleanliness, for order, timeliness, and obsesses with work and getting hours. During these times she's antisocial, withdrawn, and distant. None of this matters much, though, because she doesn't let people in. Right now.
Overall, the feeling she attempts to give off is human. Though she might seem submissive, easy to get along with, and quick to smile its rather far from the truth. When her aura isn't being shoved down, she is dominant and quick to strike down complaints therein.
history; Born in 1987, Phèdre was a rather unremarkable child, for the most part. Either parent was human - once. But after encounters with demons, they had each been marked as Children of the Moon. Though they didn't begin dating until a much later date, each knew the other before their changes, and when they found eachother again, they found understanding and acceptance in one another. Or something like that.
Then, they got married, and had a little oopsie that was named Phèdre. Curiousity got the better of each - neither having heard of the birth of a werewolf. And would she be a werewolf? A human? A demon? Some sort of hybrid? Nothing so complicated as that. No, for all intents and purposes the girl child acted very much human. Tears welled when a knee was scraped, cries when taking a tumble off her bike. But at all times, and under any circumstance, the little Phèdre smelled very much like one of their ilk. Though she appeared human, had their strength, the little girl was very good at getting her way. Whether in a pack of toddlers or wheedling those green eyes and whines with her parents.
It was around the age of thirteen, or fourteen, that the true nature of the beast began to show itself. As any young girl experiencing puberty, she had hormonal imbalances and nothing fit and everything was wrong, though to a scale most young women would deem incomprehensible. Rages, fits of depression, seemingly ruled her life. At the end, when everything seemed to be going back to normal - then the changes began. Each full moon ruled her body, back bowing and world ending pain for an instance and then bliss.
Either of her parents had kept her a secret - and to do so, left their respective packs. Avoiding detection from them until she was of an age where they could claim they had found her. Then, finally, they made their way back. Though she has never been part of a pack, it is an instinctual urge to seek out others of her kind - as such, she tries to repress this. At the same time, she has found a few others [npcs] who are also Children of the Moon, and who follow her leadership. So far.
In an act of cruelty, a vampire captured her during one of her changes, and held her hostage for her parents. And when the man decided to let her go, he slaughtered her parents and left her for dead, beating the sense from her. Hospitalized for several months, Phèdre was considered a danger to herself and others, restrained and drugged for months, years. An orphan, she finally calmed herself to lie believably enough so she could be released. Since then, she has gotten a small apartment and a part time job in a book shop, volunteering at the library. Keeping largely to herself, the young lady figures that going to school and being alone will keep other Downworlders away from her.
sexual preferance; Men
family; None [that she knows of]
pets; None
those random skills!
rp sample; This is from another forum rp.[/size]
It was something of a mystery to Lilian, why Vampires existed. Though they had been human, and "evolved", they were still helpless in many ways. Yes, they were super strong and super fast - but they were undead. And therefore, they were under her power of influence. She supposed that, perhaps, they overlooked the idea of Necromancers because of the mere fact that there were few and far between. Mayhap - she thought to herself - they believed themselves immune to her wiles. A few had tried to attack her! Moot and herself had been most amused.
It was with this confident, careless attitude that the young looking girl who couldn't possibly have a hand in the world of the dead, another in the world of demons, and her foot in the door of humanity, walked into the house of a Vampire. It was easy - he had no wards against her, no sigils protecting him. And as she searched the house, she could feel.. something.
Decked in her pseudo-man outfit, she frowned and looked into the dark parlor. Moot, she began, knowing he was off sniffing around, is he here?
No, was the reply a few moments later. I can't find him.
Anger flashed through her quickly, a cold and hot embrace that burned where it touched her. A hand flicked up towards her face, removing the eyepatch from her Devil's Eye - the right one, to be exact. As she did, the world titled and rather than seeing a dark parlor, she saw bodies and blood, creatures dancing in gore. There was a dark whisper filling the air - the Black Speech - murmuring to her all the atrocities that had been committed in the wake of this Vampire, in his name. Still that anger simmered, and she walked room to room, that dark whisper continuing to aid her in her bidding. That little helpful hinter had taken her two decades to acquire - but it was priceless now.
Stalking upstairs, she skipped over the bedrooms entirely - no need to be a fly on those walls. Meeting up with Moot, he wasn't a harmless looking feline when he approached but a huge creature, filling the corridor and looming over her, billions of eyes on the surface of his body and a mouth that could consume her in a single bite. Horns and reptilian claws.. and then she closed that Eye and he was an adorable little kitty again. Smiling at him, she reached down and picked him up in a fluid movement. He allowed this, of course.
You're so fluffy lately, Moot. She commented, and opened the Eye again as she began to explore the cellars.
Yes, well, it IS winter time. There IS snow on the ground, O Master. He was sarcastic, but she scratched him just where he liked and he purred, content.
Perhaps that was why he was distracted, and didn't tell her about what she was going to walk in on. Regardless, she looked like a young man and didn't think it would be a problem that her right eye was burning, held the visage of thousands of screaming, tortured innocents. That if one looked into it, they would see all their sins and horrible wrongdoings reflected at them, that they would feel the pain of all those tormented souls. It wouldn't be a problem, as long as no one else looked into it. Sighing in an exasperated manner, her free hand reached to flick that eyepatch back over the Devil's Eye, and then reached to open the door to one of the last rooms along this hallway.
Even without the light, her normal and seemingly human eye was adjusted to the dark. And that was why she froze when she saw the body in the room. Chained and bound in several ways, it took her a single glance to the ruins to see exactly what she was dealing with. Still holding Moot, she stiffened and then relaxed. Her wards were in place. An undead couldn't exactly kill her. Even if the thing got out and attacked her, she had spells to work with that she'd been saving. Too, she knew he wouldn't be able to kill her. Noticing in the ruins the words Blood and Feed, she supposed he was a vampire. If he did feed on her - it would certainly be a trip, for him. Her blood was magic, and death, and torment, and a million other things, but mostly just power. Unfathomable amounts of Power rested in her blood, aiding her along her path of Necromancer, Demon Summoner, and Human. She had never before donated her blood for any type of vampire.
Looking the thing up and down, she made a sign of peace in the air, something she rarely used. Nonetheless, it might bring the creature some sort of calm, allow him some sort of comfort after however long he had been here.
"Where is he?" She questioned in Common, and then switched to the most common vampire dialect in this particular area.
"Are you one of his?" Was the question in that language, and she dropped Moot. The cat wandered back towards the door, yowling and looking at the man in chains.
It's all right, Moot. I don't think he can hurt us. She sent across their link, looking the man up and down.
All in all, she could be wrong. Some times.
were you recruited by anyone? if so, who/how'd you find us?;; Nope and randomly searching Proboards.
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