Post by BloodyFangs on Jul 12, 2006 0:06:53 GMT -5
Name: Isabel Drake
Gender: Female
Race: Winged Vampire
Corner Preference: Wind, I suppose. Place me wherever you see
fit.
Age: Appears to be 16 in mortal years, but in reality, she is
somewhere near 102
Description: Isabel is 5'11" with the appearance of a 16 year old girl, though she has wandered the earth for over one hundred years. She has brown, wavy hair, that stops just below her shoulders and is often
held in a ponytail or bun. She is forever frozen in her appearance. If
you cut her hair, it will grow back, though no longer than it was when
she was turned. It always takes on a nice shine and appears like it had
been washed recently, though it does not look wet. It never really
needs to be brushed.
Her eyes are a deep liquid brown and are often striking to the mortal
sight. The longer she wanders the earth, the brighter they may become.
Once old enough, she may have to begin to wear sunglasses in order to
conceal them.
Her skin is an unearthly pale as a result of her Dark Gift and is
almost fluorescent in the right light. Once again, the older she
becomes, the lighter her skin becomes. Her skin is also very cold, only
warming and regaining color once she has drunk enough blood. The skin
also grow harder, though still piercable as she ages. If she lives to
be an ancient, she will take on the appearance of a living statue. Dirt
and grime rarely sticks to the surface of her skin, nor does it lodge
itself beneath her nails, giving her a very clean appearance.
Her nails, like most vampires, take on the near appearance of glass, a
sure give away of her race. She often keeps them painted in order to
conceal their appearance.
She often wears dark colors and baggy clothing, she adorns herself with
many different necklaces, bracelets, earrings and rings. Her shirts are
almost always short-sleeved or sleeveless, regardless of weather, for
even as a mortal the cold never bothered her.
Weather does not bother this being, like most of her kind. She can
easily withstand freezing weather and harsh heat, though she can be
harmed by fire or sunlight. It is a myth that holy objects, garlic, and
a steak through the heart will do her any harm, even beheading will
not work, unless the head and body are then burned.
Unlike almost all the members of her species, Isabel has developed
wings for unknown reasons. The wings are not demonic or leathery, but
instead they are soft and layered in feathers. They are a deep midnight
black, making it easier for her to hide in the dark element in which
she lives. They are very powerful and are quite large, enabling her to
fly far distances with out tiring. While in the presence of mortals,
she may wear a trench coat to conceal them, coupled with a X-shaped
strap crossing behind her back, two straps running parallel across the
top of her chest and below it, in order to flatten the wings and help
her appear to be more human.
Her wounds heal on their own, the time depending on the severity. Smaller wounds will heal in second, where as fire inflicted wounds may take days or longer, once again depending on the severity. Though she cannot regenerate, if a severed limb is placed close enough to the body, the two separated pieces will attract and heal themselves together, good as new.
Drinking the blood of humans or other vampires will aid in the healing of wounds. A vampire's blood has healing properties and can be used to heal Isabel, herself, or smaller wounds of another being.
She is able to charm most mortals and is able to keep completely silent, even making her footsteps inaudible to even her kind. She has acute senses, greatly magnified above those of a mortal. She also has a low degree of telepathy, enabling her to read the minds of those around her, as long as their thoughts remain uncloaked. She is able to cloak her thoughts at will.
Personality: She is a very quiet girl, who listens far more than
she speaks. She often spends her time reading or sketching in a
secluded area. She is not very good at making acquaintances or friends
because she is so shy and because she will rarely be the one to
approach another being first. She tends to sit back and observe others
than to partake in conversation with them.
On the other hand, if she has managed to make a friend, she can be more
open and talkative with them. She is loyal, and will protect her
friends and clan at all costs.
Isabel is a very successful hunter, her quiet nature working to her
advantage as she stalks her prey. She almost never misses a catch,
though she makes it a necessity to only feed from those that are
wrong-doers. Feeding on the innocent is out of the question in her
mind, as it will lead to guilt and eventually insanity. She never drains a victim completely, as if she is still drinking and the heart stops, her prey will take her with them into death. Often after a meal, she will inflict a small wound upon herself in order to seal closed the punctures in the victim's neck, leaving no evidence behind. She can not go any longer than a week without blood, though that time will grow longer as she ages. Th longer she goes without nourishment, the stronger her blood lust becomes and the harder it is for her to resist feeding upon those around her.
During daylight hours, her body goes into a comatose state. If her resting place is disturbed while in this state, her body will make weak attempts to protect itself. For example, her arm may move of it's own will to choke any violators to death, only to find their corpse when she wakes the next night.
Isabel is also unable to ingest any foods or liquids other than blood. If she attempt to swallow other substances, her throat will automatically close, causing the young vampire to choke on whatever she attempts to ingest.
Sample Post: Isabel walked silently down the street, her footsteps deliberately audible to the mortals around her. She was wearing a black trench coat, her wings tucked away and held into place by custom straps. Her wrists were adorned by a large amount of black and red rubber bracelets on one arm. Two necklaces encircled her neck as well as a pair of earrings dangling from her earlobes. On the ring finger and pinkie of both hands lay wrings encircling the digits. Her pants were somewhat baggy, but no lose enough to impair her movement.
Isabel was out hunting for her nightly meal. Like she did most nights, she had been following a particular male for most of the night, though he had no knowledge of it. She saw the man enter a local pub and stopped. Just her young appearance may be enough for the pub owners to bar her from the place. If she was to enter, she would need to be inconspicuous and quiet.
Approaching the door, she silences her foot falls, and using her vampiric speed, she pushes open the door and makes her way in. To the mortal eye, it would only seem as if a strong wind had blown the door inward.
Stopping in a back corner, Isabel uses her vampiric nature to blend into the shadows like no mortal could. As she leans her tall frame against the cold stone wall, she surveys the throng of people. She could smell their collective flesh, a mingling scent of blood, sweat and alcohol. Their heart beats would have become overpowering, had she not been able to tune them out.
Searching the mortal faces at an unnatural speed, she spots her prey again. He had ordered a drink at the bar and was sitting upon an old wooden stool. The bartender handed him a mug of cold beer as he sat. Isabel's face wrinkles as she watched the man take a few large gulps of the liquid. Seh herself was unable to ingest anything besides blood. Like most vampires, this is something she envied of these mortals, among other simple things. She would often order plates of food or hot drinks when stalking prey in order to appear mortal. She was practices in pretending to eat these things and could almost always trick those around her into thinking she was ingesting these items. For the most part, she ordered them for their smells and warmth.
Rising from her thoughts, her bright eyes watched the older man as he went about his buisiness. His thoughts were very dull, and now becoming blurred and chaotic because of the drinks he was having. None of the mortals in the pub were very interesting, Isabel found, making this hunt much less exciting that ones she had had in the past.
She had spent half the night stalking this man, and at this rate she would spent the other half watching him drink away any sorrows his mind held. The young vampiress let out a small sigh as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other.
As the man moved on to his fouth mug of beer, Isabel's patience was running very thin. She would have to intervene in order to lure this mortal away from the others of his kind in order to feed.
Displacing herself from the dark corner of the pub, Isabel easily made her way to the bar, skirting around more than a few stumbling drunks. "Hello." she said in a low, smooth, addressing the stranger. The man's brows furrowed as he attempted to focus on the young vampiress, swaying a bit in his seat. "Hello, sweetheart." he replied, a slur in his speech. "What's a girl like you doing in a dump like this? It's dangerous in here and you could get yourself hurt." Isabel smiled at this comment as she sat at a stool next to the drunkard. "Well, looks can be decieving, now can't they? And besides, maybe I'm looking for danger." she replied with a smirk.
The stranger's face eased into a dumb lookinjg grin as her looked Isabel over, causing her smile to falter. "Why not let me treat you to a drink?" the man offered, already calling over the barkeep, not waiting for an answer. Within moments, a small beer was placd in front of Isabel. I would be no challenge for her to pretend to drink the liquid, especially in the presence of so many drunken people. "Thank you. " Isabel said as she placed teh glass to her lips and tipped it, allowing the liquid to touch er tongue, but not allowing it to full her mouth in fear of choking.
The drunkard flashed his goofy grin as he watched her 'drink'. "Why don't we get out of this dump, little miss. If you'd like, I can walk you home." the man offered, his grin growing as he talked. Isabel nodded as she placed the glass upon the counter and stood. The man gulped down the last of his beer before standing himself. Boldly, he draped a hand over Isabel's shoulders and led her out of the bar. She allowed this only to maintain the image that the two were leaving together. Had it been another sircumstance, she would have broken the grimy hand that was now gripping her right shoulder.
Exiting the dimmly lighted bar, Isabel began to lead the man down the street. She knew that this stranger had no intention of leading ehr home as he had told her, for there were other things on his mind. This is why Isabel had chosen him for this night's host. This was a wanted man, who was involved in many things, including the murder of two young girls. Isabel made it a priority to never feed form the innocent, for in that direction lay insanity. Instead, she rid the streets of evil doers such as the man she was currently leading.
Turning into a darker alley, the man hesitated a moment. "What's wrong?" Isabel asked, a deliberately innocent tone in her voice as she tugged on the man's hand, which she had removed from her shoulders. "This is the fastest route to my home. This is what you requested, was it not?" That odd grin was upon the man's face once more, his pace picking up once more.
toward the other end of the alley, which turned out to be a dead end, the man suddenly and forceable pushe Isabel's body against the dirty stone walls. Isabel had anticipated the movement due to her Mind Gift, as she allowed this man to try to control her. It was all planned out in her head.
Putting on a surprised face, she played her act as she had practiced with other victims. "W-what are you doing?" she said softly as the man grinned wickedly. "I told you that pub was dangerous. Wasn't this what you were looking for?" Isabel's face stayed frozen in mock fear, her body going rigid as the man placed a hand on her neck. "So pretty." he said to himself. His breath smelled of beer, making Isabel cringe at it's sourness.
"The stranger's hands worked clumsily as he attempted to remove ehr trench coat. "I wouldn't do that if I were you." Isabel said as her body relaxed and her voice grew confident. The man simply chuckled as he continued on his way. Isabel rolled her eyes as she raised a hand and grasped he wrist, her vampiric strength far greater than the stranger's.
In one fluid motion, she had switched positions with the man. Now she was the one pressing him to the wall. Grasping both his wrists in one hand, she moved his head to the side, her hand coviring his sour mouth. Thoyugh her teeth appeared normal, they were extremely sharp. A dull pop sounded as her teeth peirced his flesh and the fount of red blood was found.
The man struggled as she drew upon his blood, though Isabel remained perfectly still, almost statue-like as she fed. The heart did most of the work, pumping the thick liquid into her hungry mouth. His heartbeat rang in her ears as she drank, the beat growing faster as more strain was placed upon it, before slowly growing quieter.
Before the heart could stop, Isabel pulled away, not a red drop spilled. Biting down on her own index finger, she placed her bleeding wound upon the man's neck, her blood healing his wounds shut, leaving not evidence of her presence. Slowly the man's eyes grew dull, before his body slumped over, his heart no longer audible.
Isabel laid the man's corpse upon the ground. to others it would seem that he had died of alchol poisoning. The young vampiress was quite satisfied, the alcohol in the man's blood giving her a slight buzz, her flesh warming and coloring as she made her way back up the alley. Soon she would need to retreat to her daylight hiding place, but for now, the night was not yet over.
((Heh, that was longer than I had thought. ^_^; ))
Gender: Female
Race: Winged Vampire
Corner Preference: Wind, I suppose. Place me wherever you see
fit.
Age: Appears to be 16 in mortal years, but in reality, she is
somewhere near 102
Description: Isabel is 5'11" with the appearance of a 16 year old girl, though she has wandered the earth for over one hundred years. She has brown, wavy hair, that stops just below her shoulders and is often
held in a ponytail or bun. She is forever frozen in her appearance. If
you cut her hair, it will grow back, though no longer than it was when
she was turned. It always takes on a nice shine and appears like it had
been washed recently, though it does not look wet. It never really
needs to be brushed.
Her eyes are a deep liquid brown and are often striking to the mortal
sight. The longer she wanders the earth, the brighter they may become.
Once old enough, she may have to begin to wear sunglasses in order to
conceal them.
Her skin is an unearthly pale as a result of her Dark Gift and is
almost fluorescent in the right light. Once again, the older she
becomes, the lighter her skin becomes. Her skin is also very cold, only
warming and regaining color once she has drunk enough blood. The skin
also grow harder, though still piercable as she ages. If she lives to
be an ancient, she will take on the appearance of a living statue. Dirt
and grime rarely sticks to the surface of her skin, nor does it lodge
itself beneath her nails, giving her a very clean appearance.
Her nails, like most vampires, take on the near appearance of glass, a
sure give away of her race. She often keeps them painted in order to
conceal their appearance.
She often wears dark colors and baggy clothing, she adorns herself with
many different necklaces, bracelets, earrings and rings. Her shirts are
almost always short-sleeved or sleeveless, regardless of weather, for
even as a mortal the cold never bothered her.
Weather does not bother this being, like most of her kind. She can
easily withstand freezing weather and harsh heat, though she can be
harmed by fire or sunlight. It is a myth that holy objects, garlic, and
a steak through the heart will do her any harm, even beheading will
not work, unless the head and body are then burned.
Unlike almost all the members of her species, Isabel has developed
wings for unknown reasons. The wings are not demonic or leathery, but
instead they are soft and layered in feathers. They are a deep midnight
black, making it easier for her to hide in the dark element in which
she lives. They are very powerful and are quite large, enabling her to
fly far distances with out tiring. While in the presence of mortals,
she may wear a trench coat to conceal them, coupled with a X-shaped
strap crossing behind her back, two straps running parallel across the
top of her chest and below it, in order to flatten the wings and help
her appear to be more human.
Her wounds heal on their own, the time depending on the severity. Smaller wounds will heal in second, where as fire inflicted wounds may take days or longer, once again depending on the severity. Though she cannot regenerate, if a severed limb is placed close enough to the body, the two separated pieces will attract and heal themselves together, good as new.
Drinking the blood of humans or other vampires will aid in the healing of wounds. A vampire's blood has healing properties and can be used to heal Isabel, herself, or smaller wounds of another being.
She is able to charm most mortals and is able to keep completely silent, even making her footsteps inaudible to even her kind. She has acute senses, greatly magnified above those of a mortal. She also has a low degree of telepathy, enabling her to read the minds of those around her, as long as their thoughts remain uncloaked. She is able to cloak her thoughts at will.
Personality: She is a very quiet girl, who listens far more than
she speaks. She often spends her time reading or sketching in a
secluded area. She is not very good at making acquaintances or friends
because she is so shy and because she will rarely be the one to
approach another being first. She tends to sit back and observe others
than to partake in conversation with them.
On the other hand, if she has managed to make a friend, she can be more
open and talkative with them. She is loyal, and will protect her
friends and clan at all costs.
Isabel is a very successful hunter, her quiet nature working to her
advantage as she stalks her prey. She almost never misses a catch,
though she makes it a necessity to only feed from those that are
wrong-doers. Feeding on the innocent is out of the question in her
mind, as it will lead to guilt and eventually insanity. She never drains a victim completely, as if she is still drinking and the heart stops, her prey will take her with them into death. Often after a meal, she will inflict a small wound upon herself in order to seal closed the punctures in the victim's neck, leaving no evidence behind. She can not go any longer than a week without blood, though that time will grow longer as she ages. Th longer she goes without nourishment, the stronger her blood lust becomes and the harder it is for her to resist feeding upon those around her.
During daylight hours, her body goes into a comatose state. If her resting place is disturbed while in this state, her body will make weak attempts to protect itself. For example, her arm may move of it's own will to choke any violators to death, only to find their corpse when she wakes the next night.
Isabel is also unable to ingest any foods or liquids other than blood. If she attempt to swallow other substances, her throat will automatically close, causing the young vampire to choke on whatever she attempts to ingest.
Sample Post: Isabel walked silently down the street, her footsteps deliberately audible to the mortals around her. She was wearing a black trench coat, her wings tucked away and held into place by custom straps. Her wrists were adorned by a large amount of black and red rubber bracelets on one arm. Two necklaces encircled her neck as well as a pair of earrings dangling from her earlobes. On the ring finger and pinkie of both hands lay wrings encircling the digits. Her pants were somewhat baggy, but no lose enough to impair her movement.
Isabel was out hunting for her nightly meal. Like she did most nights, she had been following a particular male for most of the night, though he had no knowledge of it. She saw the man enter a local pub and stopped. Just her young appearance may be enough for the pub owners to bar her from the place. If she was to enter, she would need to be inconspicuous and quiet.
Approaching the door, she silences her foot falls, and using her vampiric speed, she pushes open the door and makes her way in. To the mortal eye, it would only seem as if a strong wind had blown the door inward.
Stopping in a back corner, Isabel uses her vampiric nature to blend into the shadows like no mortal could. As she leans her tall frame against the cold stone wall, she surveys the throng of people. She could smell their collective flesh, a mingling scent of blood, sweat and alcohol. Their heart beats would have become overpowering, had she not been able to tune them out.
Searching the mortal faces at an unnatural speed, she spots her prey again. He had ordered a drink at the bar and was sitting upon an old wooden stool. The bartender handed him a mug of cold beer as he sat. Isabel's face wrinkles as she watched the man take a few large gulps of the liquid. Seh herself was unable to ingest anything besides blood. Like most vampires, this is something she envied of these mortals, among other simple things. She would often order plates of food or hot drinks when stalking prey in order to appear mortal. She was practices in pretending to eat these things and could almost always trick those around her into thinking she was ingesting these items. For the most part, she ordered them for their smells and warmth.
Rising from her thoughts, her bright eyes watched the older man as he went about his buisiness. His thoughts were very dull, and now becoming blurred and chaotic because of the drinks he was having. None of the mortals in the pub were very interesting, Isabel found, making this hunt much less exciting that ones she had had in the past.
She had spent half the night stalking this man, and at this rate she would spent the other half watching him drink away any sorrows his mind held. The young vampiress let out a small sigh as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other.
As the man moved on to his fouth mug of beer, Isabel's patience was running very thin. She would have to intervene in order to lure this mortal away from the others of his kind in order to feed.
Displacing herself from the dark corner of the pub, Isabel easily made her way to the bar, skirting around more than a few stumbling drunks. "Hello." she said in a low, smooth, addressing the stranger. The man's brows furrowed as he attempted to focus on the young vampiress, swaying a bit in his seat. "Hello, sweetheart." he replied, a slur in his speech. "What's a girl like you doing in a dump like this? It's dangerous in here and you could get yourself hurt." Isabel smiled at this comment as she sat at a stool next to the drunkard. "Well, looks can be decieving, now can't they? And besides, maybe I'm looking for danger." she replied with a smirk.
The stranger's face eased into a dumb lookinjg grin as her looked Isabel over, causing her smile to falter. "Why not let me treat you to a drink?" the man offered, already calling over the barkeep, not waiting for an answer. Within moments, a small beer was placd in front of Isabel. I would be no challenge for her to pretend to drink the liquid, especially in the presence of so many drunken people. "Thank you. " Isabel said as she placed teh glass to her lips and tipped it, allowing the liquid to touch er tongue, but not allowing it to full her mouth in fear of choking.
The drunkard flashed his goofy grin as he watched her 'drink'. "Why don't we get out of this dump, little miss. If you'd like, I can walk you home." the man offered, his grin growing as he talked. Isabel nodded as she placed the glass upon the counter and stood. The man gulped down the last of his beer before standing himself. Boldly, he draped a hand over Isabel's shoulders and led her out of the bar. She allowed this only to maintain the image that the two were leaving together. Had it been another sircumstance, she would have broken the grimy hand that was now gripping her right shoulder.
Exiting the dimmly lighted bar, Isabel began to lead the man down the street. She knew that this stranger had no intention of leading ehr home as he had told her, for there were other things on his mind. This is why Isabel had chosen him for this night's host. This was a wanted man, who was involved in many things, including the murder of two young girls. Isabel made it a priority to never feed form the innocent, for in that direction lay insanity. Instead, she rid the streets of evil doers such as the man she was currently leading.
Turning into a darker alley, the man hesitated a moment. "What's wrong?" Isabel asked, a deliberately innocent tone in her voice as she tugged on the man's hand, which she had removed from her shoulders. "This is the fastest route to my home. This is what you requested, was it not?" That odd grin was upon the man's face once more, his pace picking up once more.
toward the other end of the alley, which turned out to be a dead end, the man suddenly and forceable pushe Isabel's body against the dirty stone walls. Isabel had anticipated the movement due to her Mind Gift, as she allowed this man to try to control her. It was all planned out in her head.
Putting on a surprised face, she played her act as she had practiced with other victims. "W-what are you doing?" she said softly as the man grinned wickedly. "I told you that pub was dangerous. Wasn't this what you were looking for?" Isabel's face stayed frozen in mock fear, her body going rigid as the man placed a hand on her neck. "So pretty." he said to himself. His breath smelled of beer, making Isabel cringe at it's sourness.
"The stranger's hands worked clumsily as he attempted to remove ehr trench coat. "I wouldn't do that if I were you." Isabel said as her body relaxed and her voice grew confident. The man simply chuckled as he continued on his way. Isabel rolled her eyes as she raised a hand and grasped he wrist, her vampiric strength far greater than the stranger's.
In one fluid motion, she had switched positions with the man. Now she was the one pressing him to the wall. Grasping both his wrists in one hand, she moved his head to the side, her hand coviring his sour mouth. Thoyugh her teeth appeared normal, they were extremely sharp. A dull pop sounded as her teeth peirced his flesh and the fount of red blood was found.
The man struggled as she drew upon his blood, though Isabel remained perfectly still, almost statue-like as she fed. The heart did most of the work, pumping the thick liquid into her hungry mouth. His heartbeat rang in her ears as she drank, the beat growing faster as more strain was placed upon it, before slowly growing quieter.
Before the heart could stop, Isabel pulled away, not a red drop spilled. Biting down on her own index finger, she placed her bleeding wound upon the man's neck, her blood healing his wounds shut, leaving not evidence of her presence. Slowly the man's eyes grew dull, before his body slumped over, his heart no longer audible.
Isabel laid the man's corpse upon the ground. to others it would seem that he had died of alchol poisoning. The young vampiress was quite satisfied, the alcohol in the man's blood giving her a slight buzz, her flesh warming and coloring as she made her way back up the alley. Soon she would need to retreat to her daylight hiding place, but for now, the night was not yet over.
((Heh, that was longer than I had thought. ^_^; ))
