Post by Aida on Aug 7, 2009 21:25:12 GMT -6
Character Name: Aida (I da)
Nicknames: -------
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Unknown
Species Half Vampire
Power Level: Switch
Description: Medium hued skin, showing the mix in her original heritage. Her mother was dark skinned and her father was well a vampire. Nothing more than that she just figures the paler lighter hair comes from. Her hair is a dark blonde color. Aida’s eyes are bright green. She wears her hear in long braids still finding the ability to dye certain area’s of it red with natural sources. She wears makeup, tribal paint, whatever one would call it to show the clan of humans she was raised with. Her bandit mask changes on her moods depending on her moods solid black, blue outlined in black, red and even pale and girly. A red marking is on the center of her forehead which signifies a flame, fire. Aida is always found wearing leather, reds and blacks are the most common color that she wears. All different styles but always in a pair of boots and part of her stomach showing in some way.
Personality: Aida is a loner, she had been ever since the age of 17. Her mother died when she was that age leaving her the last of her clan. The others moved on but Aida stayed, taking care of her mother after she had fallen ill. What had been a slightly carefree child now became more withdrawn and quiet. No one knew what she was but her mother. They had kept her being a Halfling to themselves. It wasn’t hard for her when she gathered food or hunted to get the blood she needed then come back like nothing new. She judges everyone and hardly ever gives a true smile. Her personality is dark or darker once she was called twisted. Pain doesn’t stop her, only slows her down and she had a lot of scars down her arms and across her back from all the fights and struggles that she had been through her whole life.
History: Life is just that life. You are born, live and then eventually die. The wicked seem to live and prosper while those that are good die young. It was something she came to know and live by. Life had never been easy or fair. Born in cool winter months Aida never met her father. Her mother had never spoken of him much at all. A simple romance in a time when a woman wanted a man. She had given him blood helped him survive then he vanished before she ever told him of Aida. Her mother stayed close to what was left with the rest of her family. A small colony of them her mothers two sisters, one cousin and someone who said that they were family.
They all wore the same bandit like masks but Aida added the flame to her forehead when at the age of 11 she accidentally set a stack of old books on fire whenever she was upset. Her mother just stared at her as if she had grown two heads. Keeping this ability a secret between the two of them along with later that year the craving for blood grew unbearable for Aida. Her mother took care of her and then started to teach her how to hunt so that she could deal with her cravings for blood.
Her family didn’t notice anything different with her other than the fact that she would take on more hunting trips then others. Being careful to not bring home to much food and draw attention to herself. Things began to go normal in her life, she was just after all human or so everyone thought. Her mother fell ill when she was 17. This tore Aida up inside. She never showed anyone not her mother or her family how it tore her up inside. Slowly it was as if she were the one dying, her personality her moods.
When he mother finally passed her family moved on. Aida said her goodbyes but refused to follow them. They had heard of family more north. She wasn’t leaving her home, deep down she had the hope of someday finding her father. She wouldn’t leave her mothers grave either. Her family didn’t need her and she needed no one.
Strengths and Weaknesses:
Strengths
~ Skilled with a staff
~ Good Tracker
~ Heightened senses through being part vampire
~ Good at fixing and healing wounds
~ Weak level Pyro
Weaknesses
~ Loner
~ Attitude
~ Attacks First Asks Questions Later
~ Hates what she is
~ Blood
Powers:
Has heightened senses of strength, hearing, sight and needs very little sleep
Low level pyro
RP Sample: Aida moved quietly through the overgrown brush her boots would seem bulky to most but didn’t hinder her movement at all. Using her staff as if was a walking stick she caught the scent of a wounded animal not to far from her. Licking her lips she moved much like the hunter she partially was. Jumping over a large fallen tree she landed on the balls of her feet as she crouched down as her green eyes lifted seeing the form of a limping deer.
Smiling at the injured doe she moved closer to it keeping out of sight. Its shoulder was torn open either by another predator or an accident. No matter what she would make its death quick and as painless as she could. It was as if she hadn’t moved at all one second she was on the ground watching the animal the next she had it to the ground her teeth sunk into fur and flesh. Sucking on the wound she lapped at the blood sighing softly. Never had she nor would she take the blood of a human. Sometimes it called to her teased her senses but she refused. The blood of animals gave her all that she needed.
Hearing the sound of a branch snapping not to far from her. Growling she pulled away from the animal. Standing up slowly she wiped the few drops of blood from her mouth. Moving swiftly away from the carcass she lifted the hood of her top over her head. It fell down covering the flame on her forehead. Keeping her eyes low she picked up her staff holding it close waiting for the unexpected. The woods were filled with anything and everything it seemed from anyone’s worst nightmares.
The sound of footsteps approached her fast as she turned around quickly, the hood remaining over her head as she gave a soft warning hiss to the person standing there. It was far to early for vampires to be out, not with how weak many were no matter how dense the forest was. Lifting her eyes she smirked at the person standing there. “You are loosing your touch, soon anything will know you are coming” she said to the unknown person before running as fast as she could into the dense forest. The hood falling back freeing her braids as she ran hard. This was the normal game of cat and mouse and this time was almost to close.
PB Name: Meryl Cassie
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Nicknames: -------
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Unknown
Species Half Vampire
Power Level: Switch
Description: Medium hued skin, showing the mix in her original heritage. Her mother was dark skinned and her father was well a vampire. Nothing more than that she just figures the paler lighter hair comes from. Her hair is a dark blonde color. Aida’s eyes are bright green. She wears her hear in long braids still finding the ability to dye certain area’s of it red with natural sources. She wears makeup, tribal paint, whatever one would call it to show the clan of humans she was raised with. Her bandit mask changes on her moods depending on her moods solid black, blue outlined in black, red and even pale and girly. A red marking is on the center of her forehead which signifies a flame, fire. Aida is always found wearing leather, reds and blacks are the most common color that she wears. All different styles but always in a pair of boots and part of her stomach showing in some way.
Personality: Aida is a loner, she had been ever since the age of 17. Her mother died when she was that age leaving her the last of her clan. The others moved on but Aida stayed, taking care of her mother after she had fallen ill. What had been a slightly carefree child now became more withdrawn and quiet. No one knew what she was but her mother. They had kept her being a Halfling to themselves. It wasn’t hard for her when she gathered food or hunted to get the blood she needed then come back like nothing new. She judges everyone and hardly ever gives a true smile. Her personality is dark or darker once she was called twisted. Pain doesn’t stop her, only slows her down and she had a lot of scars down her arms and across her back from all the fights and struggles that she had been through her whole life.
History: Life is just that life. You are born, live and then eventually die. The wicked seem to live and prosper while those that are good die young. It was something she came to know and live by. Life had never been easy or fair. Born in cool winter months Aida never met her father. Her mother had never spoken of him much at all. A simple romance in a time when a woman wanted a man. She had given him blood helped him survive then he vanished before she ever told him of Aida. Her mother stayed close to what was left with the rest of her family. A small colony of them her mothers two sisters, one cousin and someone who said that they were family.
They all wore the same bandit like masks but Aida added the flame to her forehead when at the age of 11 she accidentally set a stack of old books on fire whenever she was upset. Her mother just stared at her as if she had grown two heads. Keeping this ability a secret between the two of them along with later that year the craving for blood grew unbearable for Aida. Her mother took care of her and then started to teach her how to hunt so that she could deal with her cravings for blood.
Her family didn’t notice anything different with her other than the fact that she would take on more hunting trips then others. Being careful to not bring home to much food and draw attention to herself. Things began to go normal in her life, she was just after all human or so everyone thought. Her mother fell ill when she was 17. This tore Aida up inside. She never showed anyone not her mother or her family how it tore her up inside. Slowly it was as if she were the one dying, her personality her moods.
When he mother finally passed her family moved on. Aida said her goodbyes but refused to follow them. They had heard of family more north. She wasn’t leaving her home, deep down she had the hope of someday finding her father. She wouldn’t leave her mothers grave either. Her family didn’t need her and she needed no one.
Strengths and Weaknesses:
Strengths
~ Skilled with a staff
~ Good Tracker
~ Heightened senses through being part vampire
~ Good at fixing and healing wounds
~ Weak level Pyro
Weaknesses
~ Loner
~ Attitude
~ Attacks First Asks Questions Later
~ Hates what she is
~ Blood
Powers:
Has heightened senses of strength, hearing, sight and needs very little sleep
Low level pyro
RP Sample: Aida moved quietly through the overgrown brush her boots would seem bulky to most but didn’t hinder her movement at all. Using her staff as if was a walking stick she caught the scent of a wounded animal not to far from her. Licking her lips she moved much like the hunter she partially was. Jumping over a large fallen tree she landed on the balls of her feet as she crouched down as her green eyes lifted seeing the form of a limping deer.
Smiling at the injured doe she moved closer to it keeping out of sight. Its shoulder was torn open either by another predator or an accident. No matter what she would make its death quick and as painless as she could. It was as if she hadn’t moved at all one second she was on the ground watching the animal the next she had it to the ground her teeth sunk into fur and flesh. Sucking on the wound she lapped at the blood sighing softly. Never had she nor would she take the blood of a human. Sometimes it called to her teased her senses but she refused. The blood of animals gave her all that she needed.
Hearing the sound of a branch snapping not to far from her. Growling she pulled away from the animal. Standing up slowly she wiped the few drops of blood from her mouth. Moving swiftly away from the carcass she lifted the hood of her top over her head. It fell down covering the flame on her forehead. Keeping her eyes low she picked up her staff holding it close waiting for the unexpected. The woods were filled with anything and everything it seemed from anyone’s worst nightmares.
The sound of footsteps approached her fast as she turned around quickly, the hood remaining over her head as she gave a soft warning hiss to the person standing there. It was far to early for vampires to be out, not with how weak many were no matter how dense the forest was. Lifting her eyes she smirked at the person standing there. “You are loosing your touch, soon anything will know you are coming” she said to the unknown person before running as fast as she could into the dense forest. The hood falling back freeing her braids as she ran hard. This was the normal game of cat and mouse and this time was almost to close.
PB Name: Meryl Cassie
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