Post by tarot on Mar 23, 2007 5:56:37 GMT -5
Name: Rose
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Appearance: A pale complexion sits as a blank canvas, the body is slender but curvy as a womans frame should be, delicate but not helpless. Faded scars appear on various places on the body though they do not completely cover it, just a few here and there. It is of average height, standing at about five foot seven though to some this may seem short. The limbs are long and graceful, ending in nimble fingers with perfectly sculpted nails. Beautiful emerald eyes are painted into the picture, and a river or crimson locks flow down to the ground, spiraling into waves as they reach the floor. Crimson lips add to the picture, giving it a ghost-like charm, though not as eerie as one would imagine. Upon this body a beautiful dress is painted, the top is a pale cream color, with beautiful black silk in the center, expanding as it goes up the chest. The sleeves are tied at the elbow, extending to the finger tips in a fan of cream and black, a slit going up the center of the cream layer. Black lace trims the bottom of the top, giving the would-be-plain dress an elegant flare. The skirt is long and cream, with a slit up the center. Under that skirt is another, shorter, pleated skirt, made of beautiful black lace. Upon the feet are long black boots that lace up to the knees and around the neck is an intricately woven chocker, from which a bejeweled spider dangles ever so beautifully.
Personality: Rose can be described as too kind for her own good, though not afraid to fight. She is a gentle person who won't resort to fighting out all of her problems but more in self defence, she'd much rather try and talk it out. She can also be easily persuaded into helping someone in need, which could result in her doing something that she would regret but she's too kind hearted to even let that thought cross her mind.
She has a soft voice, though of a lower, somewhat seductive register and can be very soothing to those who listen. She loves to sing and play the piano and can do so very well. She is skilled in the art of music, dance and song and enjoys using her talents to entertain others. Rose loves children, they are a major weakness to her. Having lost a child of her own she will do anything to help a child or mother in need, not wanting the same fate to befall anyone else. She is a generally happy person who doesn't like to dwell in the past though she can't always help it. Her smile is usually genuine and caring but sometimes it is little more than a facade to hide what she's really feeling. She doesn't like to show her sadness to others, thinking that it's a sign of weakness and no one else needs to feel sorrow and pity her. Knowing this she keeps her problems to herself though at one point in her life she resorted to cutting, the scars now faded but still apparent and visible against her pale skin.
In battle she is a skilled warrior. Quick and agile though lacking in strength somewhat. She can fight with one blade with grace and beauty, almost making it look as though she is dancing. But when she uses both of her blades, that is a sight to behold, she is able to use them in synch with one another, making anyone, even her opponent want to stand and watch, if only for a moment.
Weapons:
The Crimson Widow - A beautiful sword made of the strongest, purest silver. The hilt is bound with black leather and at the top of the hilt is a large red ruby. Down the blade crimson marking swirl down, some what resembling that of blood running down a blade.
The Black Widow - The twin sword to the Crimson Widow. The only difference it that the jewel at the top of the hilt is black and the designs on the blade resemble shadows.
Abilities:
Healing - Roses blood will heal her wounds as well as the wounds of others, but only to a certain point. This ability has - along with her sword and marital status, given her the title of the Crimson Widow.
History: Rose was a happy and content young woman. She loved to play with the children in her village and bake treats for them. She also loved to care for the animals. Any animal that was sick or injured could be brought to her and she would stay up for nights on end, trying to nurse the animals back to health. Although she was happy with the children for company, she wanted someone her age, someone to be able to actually have a real conversation with rather than the pre-teen gossip that would circulate around the group of children, hardly any of it true, but still amusing to listen to.
One day night though, while on the way home from the local bakery, through the woods to her semi-secluded house, she saw a man lying wounded on the ground. She immediately rushed to him, helping him up and bringing him to her house. Despite the fact that he was a total stranger she cared for him until he was fully healed. His name was Damian. He turned out to be a kind man and truly intelligent, someone who Rose could talk to. She thought that she had found the one that she wanted to spend the rest of her life with. But Damian had a secret.
Damian was a vampire, but he was no mere vampire, he was part of one of the strongest covents to ever land on algesia. His covent had a strong distaste for humans, and once they found out the he had fallen in love with one, they would go ballistic. Regardless of the fact Rose still wanted to spend her life with Damian. She easily overlooked his fangs and the fact that he could only see her at night and saw him for what he truly was, a kind and loving man. Rose was soon pregnant and had her first child, Garnet. The family lived happily together, though the covent was beginning to catch onto Damian's strange behavior and frequent disappearances. They had a group of elite spies follow him one night to find out where he was going. As soon as they found out they slaughtered him and his daughter, leaving Rose horribly beaten but alive to live in misery and anguish.
Sample Post: Gone, it was all gone...
Her hopes of living a happy live with her husband and daughter came crashing down in a fiery inferno. She knew what she was doing was dangerous, both of them knew, but they were in love and wanted to take the risk. Although Rose found out that she would soon regret it.
She stayed huddled in a corner of her living room, shrouded be darkness, staring out at the lifeless bloody masses she once called her family. Her husband's eyes were glazed over and glassy, his kind face contorted with pain and sorrow. Her daughter was mangled and beaten far beyond recognition, it was heartbreaking to look at her, such an innocent child, and it was all her fault. Rose held her face her in hands, sobbing uncontrollably, she knew full well that this was all her fault and as much as she tried to deny it she could not fool herself.
Taking a staggering breath she stood up, leaning against the wall for support. Her body was badly beaten, bruises and cuts littered her body and her once beautiful silk nightgown hung on her body in tatters. Her legs were shaking violently, almost unable to support her body. She looked like a newborn foal, stumbling about blindly in the darkness, trying to find her way into the kitchen.
The moonlight poured into the shadowed kitchen, giving in a eerie blue glow, it only added to the gloom and insanity that was constricting the house, suffocating Rose almost to the point of screaming out. She fell hard on the wooden floor, no longer able to hold herself up. She lay on the ground, some of her cuts trailing blood down her legs and arms onto the floor. Her sadness was overwhelming her, driving her off the edge. She had to do something to take her mind off of her family, anything at all so that her thoughts would cease, if only for a short while.
Making and attempt to get on her hands and knees she crawled over to one of the counters, going into the drawer and pulling out a knife. The knife held a sinister glint in the moonlight, almost one of malice. Taking the blade she made a small cut along her wrist, careful not to cut the artery. After a while she made yet another incision and another, she stopped after five. The flow of her blood and the immense pain helped ease her mind, though she could not bring herself to suicide, her family would not want that and her husband would not allow it, she knew he would never forgive her.
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Appearance: A pale complexion sits as a blank canvas, the body is slender but curvy as a womans frame should be, delicate but not helpless. Faded scars appear on various places on the body though they do not completely cover it, just a few here and there. It is of average height, standing at about five foot seven though to some this may seem short. The limbs are long and graceful, ending in nimble fingers with perfectly sculpted nails. Beautiful emerald eyes are painted into the picture, and a river or crimson locks flow down to the ground, spiraling into waves as they reach the floor. Crimson lips add to the picture, giving it a ghost-like charm, though not as eerie as one would imagine. Upon this body a beautiful dress is painted, the top is a pale cream color, with beautiful black silk in the center, expanding as it goes up the chest. The sleeves are tied at the elbow, extending to the finger tips in a fan of cream and black, a slit going up the center of the cream layer. Black lace trims the bottom of the top, giving the would-be-plain dress an elegant flare. The skirt is long and cream, with a slit up the center. Under that skirt is another, shorter, pleated skirt, made of beautiful black lace. Upon the feet are long black boots that lace up to the knees and around the neck is an intricately woven chocker, from which a bejeweled spider dangles ever so beautifully.
Personality: Rose can be described as too kind for her own good, though not afraid to fight. She is a gentle person who won't resort to fighting out all of her problems but more in self defence, she'd much rather try and talk it out. She can also be easily persuaded into helping someone in need, which could result in her doing something that she would regret but she's too kind hearted to even let that thought cross her mind.
She has a soft voice, though of a lower, somewhat seductive register and can be very soothing to those who listen. She loves to sing and play the piano and can do so very well. She is skilled in the art of music, dance and song and enjoys using her talents to entertain others. Rose loves children, they are a major weakness to her. Having lost a child of her own she will do anything to help a child or mother in need, not wanting the same fate to befall anyone else. She is a generally happy person who doesn't like to dwell in the past though she can't always help it. Her smile is usually genuine and caring but sometimes it is little more than a facade to hide what she's really feeling. She doesn't like to show her sadness to others, thinking that it's a sign of weakness and no one else needs to feel sorrow and pity her. Knowing this she keeps her problems to herself though at one point in her life she resorted to cutting, the scars now faded but still apparent and visible against her pale skin.
In battle she is a skilled warrior. Quick and agile though lacking in strength somewhat. She can fight with one blade with grace and beauty, almost making it look as though she is dancing. But when she uses both of her blades, that is a sight to behold, she is able to use them in synch with one another, making anyone, even her opponent want to stand and watch, if only for a moment.
Weapons:
The Crimson Widow - A beautiful sword made of the strongest, purest silver. The hilt is bound with black leather and at the top of the hilt is a large red ruby. Down the blade crimson marking swirl down, some what resembling that of blood running down a blade.
The Black Widow - The twin sword to the Crimson Widow. The only difference it that the jewel at the top of the hilt is black and the designs on the blade resemble shadows.
Abilities:
Healing - Roses blood will heal her wounds as well as the wounds of others, but only to a certain point. This ability has - along with her sword and marital status, given her the title of the Crimson Widow.
History: Rose was a happy and content young woman. She loved to play with the children in her village and bake treats for them. She also loved to care for the animals. Any animal that was sick or injured could be brought to her and she would stay up for nights on end, trying to nurse the animals back to health. Although she was happy with the children for company, she wanted someone her age, someone to be able to actually have a real conversation with rather than the pre-teen gossip that would circulate around the group of children, hardly any of it true, but still amusing to listen to.
One day night though, while on the way home from the local bakery, through the woods to her semi-secluded house, she saw a man lying wounded on the ground. She immediately rushed to him, helping him up and bringing him to her house. Despite the fact that he was a total stranger she cared for him until he was fully healed. His name was Damian. He turned out to be a kind man and truly intelligent, someone who Rose could talk to. She thought that she had found the one that she wanted to spend the rest of her life with. But Damian had a secret.
Damian was a vampire, but he was no mere vampire, he was part of one of the strongest covents to ever land on algesia. His covent had a strong distaste for humans, and once they found out the he had fallen in love with one, they would go ballistic. Regardless of the fact Rose still wanted to spend her life with Damian. She easily overlooked his fangs and the fact that he could only see her at night and saw him for what he truly was, a kind and loving man. Rose was soon pregnant and had her first child, Garnet. The family lived happily together, though the covent was beginning to catch onto Damian's strange behavior and frequent disappearances. They had a group of elite spies follow him one night to find out where he was going. As soon as they found out they slaughtered him and his daughter, leaving Rose horribly beaten but alive to live in misery and anguish.
Sample Post: Gone, it was all gone...
Her hopes of living a happy live with her husband and daughter came crashing down in a fiery inferno. She knew what she was doing was dangerous, both of them knew, but they were in love and wanted to take the risk. Although Rose found out that she would soon regret it.
She stayed huddled in a corner of her living room, shrouded be darkness, staring out at the lifeless bloody masses she once called her family. Her husband's eyes were glazed over and glassy, his kind face contorted with pain and sorrow. Her daughter was mangled and beaten far beyond recognition, it was heartbreaking to look at her, such an innocent child, and it was all her fault. Rose held her face her in hands, sobbing uncontrollably, she knew full well that this was all her fault and as much as she tried to deny it she could not fool herself.
Taking a staggering breath she stood up, leaning against the wall for support. Her body was badly beaten, bruises and cuts littered her body and her once beautiful silk nightgown hung on her body in tatters. Her legs were shaking violently, almost unable to support her body. She looked like a newborn foal, stumbling about blindly in the darkness, trying to find her way into the kitchen.
The moonlight poured into the shadowed kitchen, giving in a eerie blue glow, it only added to the gloom and insanity that was constricting the house, suffocating Rose almost to the point of screaming out. She fell hard on the wooden floor, no longer able to hold herself up. She lay on the ground, some of her cuts trailing blood down her legs and arms onto the floor. Her sadness was overwhelming her, driving her off the edge. She had to do something to take her mind off of her family, anything at all so that her thoughts would cease, if only for a short while.
Making and attempt to get on her hands and knees she crawled over to one of the counters, going into the drawer and pulling out a knife. The knife held a sinister glint in the moonlight, almost one of malice. Taking the blade she made a small cut along her wrist, careful not to cut the artery. After a while she made yet another incision and another, she stopped after five. The flow of her blood and the immense pain helped ease her mind, though she could not bring herself to suicide, her family would not want that and her husband would not allow it, she knew he would never forgive her.
(sorry that sample was kinda depressing, it's just alittle bit on her past, she's more of a happy person now, she's moved on)
. And yes I know that the post was kinda gruesome but she's changed for the better, she's moved on though she hasn't forgotten.