Post by Amelia on Feb 2, 2012 23:04:42 GMT -5
How many characters do you already have here? Just the one.
Tell us about you! (Anything you'd like to share) I am 30 years old, I have a 2.5 year old son, and I own and operate the UB
Character's full name: Amelia Rae Rose
Age: 198 (looks 22)
Group Species: Vampire
Coven or Pack: (If this has been pre-decided. Ultimately it will be up to the coven(vampires) or pack(werewolves) if they accept you or not. If there is a request to be made a pm should be sent to the leaders of the groups)
Gender:Female
Heritage: England!
Status: Amelia doesn't worry about finances, She has means to earn and/or steal whatever she needs.
Alignment: Neutral. Amelia looks out for number 1, wether that means doing good deeds or ripping someones throat out.
Features:
Amelia has classic victorian era looks. High cheek bones highlight a slender, sleek nose, huge, vibrant green eyes peer out from behind long blonde hair. She dyes strips of her hair different colors, taking on a punk-rock look. She stands at 5'5 without her trade mark steletto boots. She is slender and lethal when angry.
Who will be playing your character?:
Model's name: Avril Lavigne
Personality: Amelia is haughty. She tends to look down on other supernatural beings. She feels that her kind is at the top of the food chain and everyone else merely exists because she so pleases it. Amelia is also very moody, going from a loyal lover to hateful bitch. She also tends to be spontaneous and does most everything on a whim.
Likes:
People, as in crowds. She likes to watch them interacting.
Children. She is infatuated by what little people say and do.
Books and the technology of the twenty first century. She also enjoys violence. She is a sadomasochist, she enjoys causing pain and agony, as well as going through the pain and agony herself. Should you find yourself the object of her obsession, watch out!
Dislikes:
Boredom, Rules, Ignorant beings that do not know their place. She also loathes people who do not know how to shut up.
Strengths:
*Typical vampire strengths
*Amelia knows how to use her sexuality to get what she wants
*Conniving
*
*
Weaknesses:
*All typical vampire weaknesses apply (sunlight, stake to the heart, beheading, holy water)
*Although Amelia can swish those hips, she is not everyone's cup of tea, which renders her sexual abilities useless.
*Though Amelia can con a conman, anyone who really pays attention to her could see through her bullshit.
*
*
*
History:
Amelia has been a Vampire for many long years now. It all started back in England, when here entire household contracted a deadly virus, currently known as the black plauge. Everyone in her home was ill, including the servants, her infant child, parents, grandparents, everyone. While they all lie, dying in their beds, a handsome stranger came to her bedroom window. She did not know this at the time, but the man was a vampire.
After she was bitten, he made her drink of his blood. At first she refused, he cottled her with promises of a new life. He kept telling her that he needed her all for his own, promising to love her and fend for her. The man went by the name of Warren, whom she had known for quite some time, although, never knew he was a vampire. Finally, she drank from his wrist.
As her body began to die, he held her in his arms. Convolusing maddly and screaming in pain, she strangely felt comforted by his icy cold touch. He lay there, with her in his arms, for the entire night. Feeling sick and weak, and unable to walk, she begged him for answers to questions she did not have the understanding to ask yet. As the moon went down, and the sun came up, he carried her down into the basement. Amelia had finally realized that he had to have had this palnned out for sometime. There, in the damp and dreary basement, was a comfortable place to sleep. It was made of light pine wood, and rather large, large enough for two anyway, coffin. Warren slid the top open with great ease, and laid her inside gently. He himself slid in next to her, closeing the lid tight. That day she cuddled up beside him as her body changed forever.
When she awoke the next evening, she felt different. A sort of strange yearning boiled in her gut, she needed to feed. Warren taught her all that he knew, which was much. They had lived togeather for nearly a century. Although theirs was a forbidden love, it was passionate and full. Warren went away once, and never returned. Amelia still searches for him, and in the middle of the day, you can hear her scream his name.
Today, Amelia has a yearning. A deep need to fill the void that was torn in her heart when her child died. She feels drawn to passive people, and those unable to defend or care for themselves. It's an odd trait to have as a blood thirsty vampire. Amelia will search out someone weak and in need of a "motherly" figure. She may or may not torture them, she may or may not turn them. She's slightly finicky in that way. Ultimately, she knows the "children" she takes in will grow and leave her, though it breaks her un-beating heart, she just stalks another and starts the cycle over and over again.
RP Sample: (Used from one of my other forums)
Amelia
I smiled. Mistress Amelia. I licked my lips. My name sounded so sweet coming off her lips. I wanted to tear into them, force them apart with the skill of my tongue, force myself into her mouth and taste the sweetness of simply saying my name. I would devour it. I looked away, the fire burning too brightly in my eyes. Besides, there would only be submission. It would only be satisfying if it was stolen, even willingly given would suffice me now. But to just allow me to take it would be a disappointment. No, I would wait until she wanted me, or didn't want me, one or the other.
I took in a deep breath, her scent filled my nostrils. I caged my yearning, the swelling that erupted began to slowly, painfully subside. I couldn't let my imagination run away with me again, I didn't know if I could contain myself, and to take her now-, well, moving on. She made it nearly impossible for me. I took her arm and wrapped it around mine. I forced a smile. I stole a quick glance at her. Oh, how her broken demeanor screamed for retribution. The demon in her needed release, if not sexual, then by violence. I could see a tiny, flickering spark. It was nearly extinguished. I hoped to spread that fire in her, engulf her, and, with any luck, be on the receiving end of that explosion of new found desire. I smiled to myself again, the swelling engorging me, my needs burning.
I turned to face Mari, slamming her against a dirty brick wall. Pieces of the wall fell loose from the force. I put my face up to hers, closed my eyes and drew in a long stream of air, taking in her smell. I opened my eyes, they were full of wanting. I placed either hand beside her head against the brick wall, I slowly pressed my body closer to hers. A soft moan escaped my lips. "You are absolutely intoxicating."
"Mistress Amelia." I closed my eyes and dropped my head. My hands followed suit and I turned around. It was a good thing they had interrupted. It would not have ended well. I kept telling myself these thoughts, over and over and over again, so as not to kill him.
"We found someone for you."
I opened my eyes and smiled at my stinky servant. Excellent.
A man was trying to fight off the other two men. They struggled to hold on to him.
"Well?" I tapped my foot. They stopped dragging him to me. I rolled my eyes. "Let him go."
I didn't understand what made humans so retarded at times. I didn't want to fed, I wanted to hunt that pitiful excuse of a meal down, or at least chase him a few steps. The fear was the appetizer.
They released the man, and he just stood there, looking from the men who had been holding him, to me. I sighed heavily. "Run, moron." Apparently he thought Mari and I were less of a threat. His stupidity made me smile, almost the way one smiles at a small child learning to do something for the first time. Wrong. You made the wrong choice dear. I was at his side with lightning speed. Now there's the fear.... He was dripping with it. I needed release. I looked at Mari. My yearning for her would cause this mortals extremely painful demise.
I smiled at her before I tore into his throat. I drank deeply from him. Blood flowed quickly from the wound. It passed my lips, down my jaw, my neck, my mini dress, my cleavage. I released him again. My victim stumbled back, holding his hand to his neck wound. It did little to stop the blood flow, and I knew he'd be dead soon. Hell, he knew he'd be dead soon. I held my face with my hands, one on my chin and cheek, the other slightly higher up on the other side. I stared at Mari. I tipped my head back, breaking eye contact for a moment, as my hands followed the trail of blood down to my neck, Across my breasts, and then slowly back up across my face and through my hair. I returned my gaze to Mari, I looked crazed, covered in blood smears, eyes burning pale green. I licked my lips as I closed my eyes. I grabbed my victim by the hair, as he had fallen to the ground from blood loss. I tipped his neck once more, and drew long and hard from him. I was winded. If I had a pulse it would have been quickening. I dropped his soon to be lifeless body on the ground. I stood with my legs spread wide and rubbed my blood stained hands up and down my exposed thighs, bending at the knee. I was a picture of insanity's perfection. Disheveled blond curls, smears of blood all over me, and fire in my eyes.
"Don't you miss this?" I cooed to Mari, "Don't you want passion again? to Start living your un-dead life once more?" I bit my lower lip, drawing blood. I walked up to her, where I had left her, up against the wall. I resumed my original place in front of her, hand on either side of her on the wall. I toyed with her, being so close to touching her, but never doing so. My lips parted, the heat of my breath was on her lips. I moved my lips from side to side, up and down, taunting her. "I can see there's still life in you. Kiss me." I pulled away an inch. I wanted her to fill that small distance and drink of me, the blood was there, dripping from my punctured lower lip. If my little performance had ignited anything in her, however small it might be, she would take from me.
Tell us about you! (Anything you'd like to share) I am 30 years old, I have a 2.5 year old son, and I own and operate the UB
Character's full name: Amelia Rae Rose
Age: 198 (looks 22)
Group Species: Vampire
Coven or Pack: (If this has been pre-decided. Ultimately it will be up to the coven(vampires) or pack(werewolves) if they accept you or not. If there is a request to be made a pm should be sent to the leaders of the groups)
Gender:Female
Heritage: England!
Status: Amelia doesn't worry about finances, She has means to earn and/or steal whatever she needs.
Alignment: Neutral. Amelia looks out for number 1, wether that means doing good deeds or ripping someones throat out.
Features:
Amelia has classic victorian era looks. High cheek bones highlight a slender, sleek nose, huge, vibrant green eyes peer out from behind long blonde hair. She dyes strips of her hair different colors, taking on a punk-rock look. She stands at 5'5 without her trade mark steletto boots. She is slender and lethal when angry.
Who will be playing your character?:
Model's name: Avril Lavigne
Personality: Amelia is haughty. She tends to look down on other supernatural beings. She feels that her kind is at the top of the food chain and everyone else merely exists because she so pleases it. Amelia is also very moody, going from a loyal lover to hateful bitch. She also tends to be spontaneous and does most everything on a whim.
Likes:
People, as in crowds. She likes to watch them interacting.
Children. She is infatuated by what little people say and do.
Books and the technology of the twenty first century. She also enjoys violence. She is a sadomasochist, she enjoys causing pain and agony, as well as going through the pain and agony herself. Should you find yourself the object of her obsession, watch out!
Dislikes:
Boredom, Rules, Ignorant beings that do not know their place. She also loathes people who do not know how to shut up.
Strengths:
*Typical vampire strengths
*Amelia knows how to use her sexuality to get what she wants
*Conniving
*
*
Weaknesses:
*All typical vampire weaknesses apply (sunlight, stake to the heart, beheading, holy water)
*Although Amelia can swish those hips, she is not everyone's cup of tea, which renders her sexual abilities useless.
*Though Amelia can con a conman, anyone who really pays attention to her could see through her bullshit.
*
*
*
History:
Amelia has been a Vampire for many long years now. It all started back in England, when here entire household contracted a deadly virus, currently known as the black plauge. Everyone in her home was ill, including the servants, her infant child, parents, grandparents, everyone. While they all lie, dying in their beds, a handsome stranger came to her bedroom window. She did not know this at the time, but the man was a vampire.
After she was bitten, he made her drink of his blood. At first she refused, he cottled her with promises of a new life. He kept telling her that he needed her all for his own, promising to love her and fend for her. The man went by the name of Warren, whom she had known for quite some time, although, never knew he was a vampire. Finally, she drank from his wrist.
As her body began to die, he held her in his arms. Convolusing maddly and screaming in pain, she strangely felt comforted by his icy cold touch. He lay there, with her in his arms, for the entire night. Feeling sick and weak, and unable to walk, she begged him for answers to questions she did not have the understanding to ask yet. As the moon went down, and the sun came up, he carried her down into the basement. Amelia had finally realized that he had to have had this palnned out for sometime. There, in the damp and dreary basement, was a comfortable place to sleep. It was made of light pine wood, and rather large, large enough for two anyway, coffin. Warren slid the top open with great ease, and laid her inside gently. He himself slid in next to her, closeing the lid tight. That day she cuddled up beside him as her body changed forever.
When she awoke the next evening, she felt different. A sort of strange yearning boiled in her gut, she needed to feed. Warren taught her all that he knew, which was much. They had lived togeather for nearly a century. Although theirs was a forbidden love, it was passionate and full. Warren went away once, and never returned. Amelia still searches for him, and in the middle of the day, you can hear her scream his name.
Today, Amelia has a yearning. A deep need to fill the void that was torn in her heart when her child died. She feels drawn to passive people, and those unable to defend or care for themselves. It's an odd trait to have as a blood thirsty vampire. Amelia will search out someone weak and in need of a "motherly" figure. She may or may not torture them, she may or may not turn them. She's slightly finicky in that way. Ultimately, she knows the "children" she takes in will grow and leave her, though it breaks her un-beating heart, she just stalks another and starts the cycle over and over again.
RP Sample: (Used from one of my other forums)
Amelia
I smiled. Mistress Amelia. I licked my lips. My name sounded so sweet coming off her lips. I wanted to tear into them, force them apart with the skill of my tongue, force myself into her mouth and taste the sweetness of simply saying my name. I would devour it. I looked away, the fire burning too brightly in my eyes. Besides, there would only be submission. It would only be satisfying if it was stolen, even willingly given would suffice me now. But to just allow me to take it would be a disappointment. No, I would wait until she wanted me, or didn't want me, one or the other.
I took in a deep breath, her scent filled my nostrils. I caged my yearning, the swelling that erupted began to slowly, painfully subside. I couldn't let my imagination run away with me again, I didn't know if I could contain myself, and to take her now-, well, moving on. She made it nearly impossible for me. I took her arm and wrapped it around mine. I forced a smile. I stole a quick glance at her. Oh, how her broken demeanor screamed for retribution. The demon in her needed release, if not sexual, then by violence. I could see a tiny, flickering spark. It was nearly extinguished. I hoped to spread that fire in her, engulf her, and, with any luck, be on the receiving end of that explosion of new found desire. I smiled to myself again, the swelling engorging me, my needs burning.
I turned to face Mari, slamming her against a dirty brick wall. Pieces of the wall fell loose from the force. I put my face up to hers, closed my eyes and drew in a long stream of air, taking in her smell. I opened my eyes, they were full of wanting. I placed either hand beside her head against the brick wall, I slowly pressed my body closer to hers. A soft moan escaped my lips. "You are absolutely intoxicating."
"Mistress Amelia." I closed my eyes and dropped my head. My hands followed suit and I turned around. It was a good thing they had interrupted. It would not have ended well. I kept telling myself these thoughts, over and over and over again, so as not to kill him.
"We found someone for you."
I opened my eyes and smiled at my stinky servant. Excellent.
A man was trying to fight off the other two men. They struggled to hold on to him.
"Well?" I tapped my foot. They stopped dragging him to me. I rolled my eyes. "Let him go."
I didn't understand what made humans so retarded at times. I didn't want to fed, I wanted to hunt that pitiful excuse of a meal down, or at least chase him a few steps. The fear was the appetizer.
They released the man, and he just stood there, looking from the men who had been holding him, to me. I sighed heavily. "Run, moron." Apparently he thought Mari and I were less of a threat. His stupidity made me smile, almost the way one smiles at a small child learning to do something for the first time. Wrong. You made the wrong choice dear. I was at his side with lightning speed. Now there's the fear.... He was dripping with it. I needed release. I looked at Mari. My yearning for her would cause this mortals extremely painful demise.
I smiled at her before I tore into his throat. I drank deeply from him. Blood flowed quickly from the wound. It passed my lips, down my jaw, my neck, my mini dress, my cleavage. I released him again. My victim stumbled back, holding his hand to his neck wound. It did little to stop the blood flow, and I knew he'd be dead soon. Hell, he knew he'd be dead soon. I held my face with my hands, one on my chin and cheek, the other slightly higher up on the other side. I stared at Mari. I tipped my head back, breaking eye contact for a moment, as my hands followed the trail of blood down to my neck, Across my breasts, and then slowly back up across my face and through my hair. I returned my gaze to Mari, I looked crazed, covered in blood smears, eyes burning pale green. I licked my lips as I closed my eyes. I grabbed my victim by the hair, as he had fallen to the ground from blood loss. I tipped his neck once more, and drew long and hard from him. I was winded. If I had a pulse it would have been quickening. I dropped his soon to be lifeless body on the ground. I stood with my legs spread wide and rubbed my blood stained hands up and down my exposed thighs, bending at the knee. I was a picture of insanity's perfection. Disheveled blond curls, smears of blood all over me, and fire in my eyes.
"Don't you miss this?" I cooed to Mari, "Don't you want passion again? to Start living your un-dead life once more?" I bit my lower lip, drawing blood. I walked up to her, where I had left her, up against the wall. I resumed my original place in front of her, hand on either side of her on the wall. I toyed with her, being so close to touching her, but never doing so. My lips parted, the heat of my breath was on her lips. I moved my lips from side to side, up and down, taunting her. "I can see there's still life in you. Kiss me." I pulled away an inch. I wanted her to fill that small distance and drink of me, the blood was there, dripping from my punctured lower lip. If my little performance had ignited anything in her, however small it might be, she would take from me.
