Post by angel on Apr 4, 2013 13:19:18 GMT -5
Full Birth Name: Angel Corvus
Alias/ nickname: (None)
Race: Vampire
Gender: Female
Age:225
Physical Appearance: Angel has red hair, slim hour glass figure, 5ft 7, miserable looking, Old war scars cascade her face and her body. Her lips are perky and her skin as white as snow. Usually wears a Victorian corset type dress. Sometimes she wears a trench coat.
Personality Traits:
Irrational sometimes, stubborn, witty. Can be seen as stupid and dives into all sorts of trouble. Usually has a plan for everything and tends to get what she want's when she want's it. She can be abrupt and rude though through the many years she has become wiser to her ways and act's more like the "lady" she should.
Weaponry:
A single handed silver bladed sword.
Extras
Kawasaki Ninja ZX-11/ZZ-R1100 Red Motorbike.. Her love in the new world.
History Summary:
The return of Angel;
Angels home life...
The bustling city of London was jam packed with many people and peasants. A massive dark cloud hung above the city constantly, black clouds of smoke that would illuminate a bight glowing orange at night from the burning city lanterns. It was old England. The dirt roads that lined the streets were indented with deep carriage wheel marks from where horses had worked so hard day and night that a young fit horse would die after just a few days. Not only were the horses beaten and pushed to their limits but the people were too apart from a small magnificent number.
Part of those “few” magnificent number of people was Angel. Her father had a large estate he was of blue blood and royalty ran through his blood and his families. The estate was large but dangerous looking. The tall walls that guarded the estate, railings sharply pointing towards the sky would shadow the grounds at night so that it would appear as if many men were walking the grounds. If that wasn’t enough to stop a trespasser then one glance at the dark walls of the building and the eerie feeling any stranger would get near the estate would usually send them running. It was defiantly Angel’s fathers estate he had built it though during the day it looked beautiful with flowered gardens and many manmade maize’s. It was a reflection of him but Angel didn’t see this. The estate bored her till she was numb it was unexciting. Home schooled from the best and kept away from her parents, she found things to amuse herself. This usually included stone skipping on their lake, climbing trees, picnics with her “nanny”. Her child hood soon wore thin.
The beloved estate was soon burning to the ground Angel’s boredom had turned into insanity and killed her “nanny”. Her mother was severely slaughtered by a Lycan and her father was nowhere to be found. At the age of just 17 years old and without having a suitor she had to fend for herself. She had run away from the ashes leaving her father’s secrets buried in her memory, left behind.
No turning back
A small inn further up the Country housed Angel for a year and she even started courting. The young man was a soldier for the kings army, he was a gentlemen and deeply in love with him, they made love and Angel gave him a son. At this time Angel didn’t know that her suitor was a Lycan and the man didn’t fully know Angel’s history for if he did he would of killed her.
Angel was left with no choice, the child was but a year old and a monster, she left him out on the streets in hope someone would be able to care for him properly for she did not understand at all and afterwards grieved deeply.
Soon Angel’s life was about to be changed forever at the little Inn. Angel was peacefully sleeping though her toss and turns that would signal different to any of those who had seen her. Her windows gracefully open to allow the fresh country air kiss upon her delicate young skin, the curtains blowing freely.
There stood at her bedside a tall dark figure, his long trench coat clung to his muscular body, in the darkness he placed a kiss upon her neck.
“Sleep my child you will soon be safe” He spoke as softly as a feather not to wake her and as he drew himself nearer he whispered “The only way I know how to save you”. Deadly words as his fangs scratched at her skin breaking into the light blue healthy veins. The warmness of her body seemed to fade away, the figure had disappeared. Opening her eyes for the first time it was different....
Cursed or Ill? Angel didn’t understand what had happened, why it happened or who had done it to her but she was but the nightmare her mother used to scare her with if she hadn’t of slept as a very young child. The immortal.. Or more modernly known now as a Vampire.
Searching for answers.. The new land.
The new land brought hope to Angel. She had traveled the sea’s to find answers that haunted her memories. At night she had tamed the new side to her, to feed on those she saw “fit” and “unfit” for human life, who wasn’t worthy of the life they had. No one suspected her, a generous good looking woman. In a way she was twisted..
Learning how to control her powers, urges she found herself in many catastrophe’s at the “New Land”. Her love Tint, her first love sought her and so did her brother. Then her son who had grown slowly into a young boy. And there she was in the heart of the war brewing between Lycans and Vampire’s with a Lycan son she bore as a human. It was dangerous and her body took the beating’s for her race, for the answers she yearned for and for her family. Angel became a bit of an outcast and she decided to leave after losing the love of her life and Sephiroth her brother.
Jason (Angel’s son) and Angel returned to London, it had been many years since she had been there but she needed to find someone who could help her and her son. She was seen as a traitor and her son was the first on many’s kill list. After finding what she was looking for, she watched her son grow into a man who chose to live his life as normal as possible and grew away from Angel. He was part of a pack, a family someone who could understand him and Angel was happy that he had a new role in life.
During the Angel war
As if things couldn't complicate Angel's situations even more with race's at logger heads and this new "Angel" race which had formed out of no where. She decided not to get involved for her own personal reasons. A strong character she is but a strong fighter, now that's another story. Angel wore her war wounds with pride but she didn't want more to add to them. She was by herself in other words and saw everyone as a threat.
Somewhat intimidated by the war and everyone she had "bumped" into on her travelings, she resided in the country away from commotion. The use of animal blood satisfied her thirst but it wasn't enough to keep her strong. For many years she kept it up until she longed for human blood, her thirst took over. So leaving the small country home in the country side she went into the city looking for food. That's when she heard the war was over...
A new journey begins..
Angel has now decided to return to the city (Or new land as she calls it) where she had fought for many centuries in hope to set aside old arguments, disagreements. Too keep her enemies close. Rekindle memories lost within time itself and to search for her father who had turned her into a monster.. Her story is slowly starting to unravel itself but which path’s is she going to decide to take? Will her dangerous decisions or her family name have her buried beneath the grounds? Who knows...
Post Example:
The wind whipped Angel's long trench coat around her leg's as she walked through the dark street. Her pockets filled with her hands, her boots clipping against the cobbles that wobbled ever so slightly under her feet.
Feeling uneasy at the sight of a group of strangers walking towards her. Could Angel really feel intimidated? Was it because of her age? Perhaps.. Age did take it's toll on the dead.
She watched them like a hawk, staying to her side of the cobbled road to walk on by without blinking. If only she could be deep in thought and become oblivious, she was good at that. Years of being alone takes it's tolls on ones mind.
;Angel, stop worrying, their youngsters, foolish..; Repeating to herself through mind. For if Angel had a heart it would skip a beat to the sound of the youngsters passing. The smell if Alcohol soaked up the midnight air, poisoned the beauty of the night.
Angel continued walking a steady pace towards what looked like a dimly lit bar, perhaps part of an old inn on the side of the street. It looked homely as the candles flickered in the windows. A light she had been searching for? She smiled, her pupils reflected the beauty of the flame as she stepped closer. It felt homely yet she wasn't quite at home as she began to walk closer...
[Really rough example sorry guys! Will do more to it later if need too]
Alias/ nickname: (None)
Race: Vampire
Gender: Female
Age:225
Physical Appearance: Angel has red hair, slim hour glass figure, 5ft 7, miserable looking, Old war scars cascade her face and her body. Her lips are perky and her skin as white as snow. Usually wears a Victorian corset type dress. Sometimes she wears a trench coat.
Personality Traits:
Irrational sometimes, stubborn, witty. Can be seen as stupid and dives into all sorts of trouble. Usually has a plan for everything and tends to get what she want's when she want's it. She can be abrupt and rude though through the many years she has become wiser to her ways and act's more like the "lady" she should.
Weaponry:
A single handed silver bladed sword.
Extras
Kawasaki Ninja ZX-11/ZZ-R1100 Red Motorbike.. Her love in the new world.
History Summary:
The return of Angel;
Angels home life...
The bustling city of London was jam packed with many people and peasants. A massive dark cloud hung above the city constantly, black clouds of smoke that would illuminate a bight glowing orange at night from the burning city lanterns. It was old England. The dirt roads that lined the streets were indented with deep carriage wheel marks from where horses had worked so hard day and night that a young fit horse would die after just a few days. Not only were the horses beaten and pushed to their limits but the people were too apart from a small magnificent number.
Part of those “few” magnificent number of people was Angel. Her father had a large estate he was of blue blood and royalty ran through his blood and his families. The estate was large but dangerous looking. The tall walls that guarded the estate, railings sharply pointing towards the sky would shadow the grounds at night so that it would appear as if many men were walking the grounds. If that wasn’t enough to stop a trespasser then one glance at the dark walls of the building and the eerie feeling any stranger would get near the estate would usually send them running. It was defiantly Angel’s fathers estate he had built it though during the day it looked beautiful with flowered gardens and many manmade maize’s. It was a reflection of him but Angel didn’t see this. The estate bored her till she was numb it was unexciting. Home schooled from the best and kept away from her parents, she found things to amuse herself. This usually included stone skipping on their lake, climbing trees, picnics with her “nanny”. Her child hood soon wore thin.
The beloved estate was soon burning to the ground Angel’s boredom had turned into insanity and killed her “nanny”. Her mother was severely slaughtered by a Lycan and her father was nowhere to be found. At the age of just 17 years old and without having a suitor she had to fend for herself. She had run away from the ashes leaving her father’s secrets buried in her memory, left behind.
No turning back
A small inn further up the Country housed Angel for a year and she even started courting. The young man was a soldier for the kings army, he was a gentlemen and deeply in love with him, they made love and Angel gave him a son. At this time Angel didn’t know that her suitor was a Lycan and the man didn’t fully know Angel’s history for if he did he would of killed her.
Angel was left with no choice, the child was but a year old and a monster, she left him out on the streets in hope someone would be able to care for him properly for she did not understand at all and afterwards grieved deeply.
Soon Angel’s life was about to be changed forever at the little Inn. Angel was peacefully sleeping though her toss and turns that would signal different to any of those who had seen her. Her windows gracefully open to allow the fresh country air kiss upon her delicate young skin, the curtains blowing freely.
There stood at her bedside a tall dark figure, his long trench coat clung to his muscular body, in the darkness he placed a kiss upon her neck.
“Sleep my child you will soon be safe” He spoke as softly as a feather not to wake her and as he drew himself nearer he whispered “The only way I know how to save you”. Deadly words as his fangs scratched at her skin breaking into the light blue healthy veins. The warmness of her body seemed to fade away, the figure had disappeared. Opening her eyes for the first time it was different....
Cursed or Ill? Angel didn’t understand what had happened, why it happened or who had done it to her but she was but the nightmare her mother used to scare her with if she hadn’t of slept as a very young child. The immortal.. Or more modernly known now as a Vampire.
Searching for answers.. The new land.
The new land brought hope to Angel. She had traveled the sea’s to find answers that haunted her memories. At night she had tamed the new side to her, to feed on those she saw “fit” and “unfit” for human life, who wasn’t worthy of the life they had. No one suspected her, a generous good looking woman. In a way she was twisted..
Learning how to control her powers, urges she found herself in many catastrophe’s at the “New Land”. Her love Tint, her first love sought her and so did her brother. Then her son who had grown slowly into a young boy. And there she was in the heart of the war brewing between Lycans and Vampire’s with a Lycan son she bore as a human. It was dangerous and her body took the beating’s for her race, for the answers she yearned for and for her family. Angel became a bit of an outcast and she decided to leave after losing the love of her life and Sephiroth her brother.
Jason (Angel’s son) and Angel returned to London, it had been many years since she had been there but she needed to find someone who could help her and her son. She was seen as a traitor and her son was the first on many’s kill list. After finding what she was looking for, she watched her son grow into a man who chose to live his life as normal as possible and grew away from Angel. He was part of a pack, a family someone who could understand him and Angel was happy that he had a new role in life.
During the Angel war
As if things couldn't complicate Angel's situations even more with race's at logger heads and this new "Angel" race which had formed out of no where. She decided not to get involved for her own personal reasons. A strong character she is but a strong fighter, now that's another story. Angel wore her war wounds with pride but she didn't want more to add to them. She was by herself in other words and saw everyone as a threat.
Somewhat intimidated by the war and everyone she had "bumped" into on her travelings, she resided in the country away from commotion. The use of animal blood satisfied her thirst but it wasn't enough to keep her strong. For many years she kept it up until she longed for human blood, her thirst took over. So leaving the small country home in the country side she went into the city looking for food. That's when she heard the war was over...
A new journey begins..
Angel has now decided to return to the city (Or new land as she calls it) where she had fought for many centuries in hope to set aside old arguments, disagreements. Too keep her enemies close. Rekindle memories lost within time itself and to search for her father who had turned her into a monster.. Her story is slowly starting to unravel itself but which path’s is she going to decide to take? Will her dangerous decisions or her family name have her buried beneath the grounds? Who knows...
Post Example:
The wind whipped Angel's long trench coat around her leg's as she walked through the dark street. Her pockets filled with her hands, her boots clipping against the cobbles that wobbled ever so slightly under her feet.
Feeling uneasy at the sight of a group of strangers walking towards her. Could Angel really feel intimidated? Was it because of her age? Perhaps.. Age did take it's toll on the dead.
She watched them like a hawk, staying to her side of the cobbled road to walk on by without blinking. If only she could be deep in thought and become oblivious, she was good at that. Years of being alone takes it's tolls on ones mind.
;Angel, stop worrying, their youngsters, foolish..; Repeating to herself through mind. For if Angel had a heart it would skip a beat to the sound of the youngsters passing. The smell if Alcohol soaked up the midnight air, poisoned the beauty of the night.
Angel continued walking a steady pace towards what looked like a dimly lit bar, perhaps part of an old inn on the side of the street. It looked homely as the candles flickered in the windows. A light she had been searching for? She smiled, her pupils reflected the beauty of the flame as she stepped closer. It felt homely yet she wasn't quite at home as she began to walk closer...
[Really rough example sorry guys! Will do more to it later if need too]