Post by llamakrie on Nov 7, 2009 14:18:50 GMT -6
Name: Rayn Winters
Age: 204
Gender: Female
Race: Vampire
Hails From: Zyabeth Forest
Ranking: -
Weapons: Katana
Abilities: See in dark, gliding, lust (humans only)
Companions: None
Occupation: Messenger
Relationships: None
Appearance: Click here for picture!
She is very beautiful, most human figures wouldn't stand to be away from her. That's just to lure them in so she can satisfy her thirst. But to some creatures, figures that are not of her kind, tend to not like her features. Yet, some might. She has no control of lust over other creatures but humans. Vampires and humans are the ones who usually compliment and admire her beauty.
Long black hair (to her elbows), very layered. Dove bangs across her forehead. Slender, average chest. Pale, icy, smooth skin. Tall, about 5'8". Bright, clear blue eyes with a black outline. Long, skinny "piano" fingers. Straight, white teeth with sharp edging on her canine teeth.
Personality: When she's around strangers she's usually quiet and shy, or if she's around anyone she truly likes. She doesn't have any real good friends, but over her years she has met various creatures that she will never forget-- dead or alive. She has a sort of playful mood most of the times, though it can change quickly if you pick the right nerve.
Most of the time she doesn't like to show emotion, though she had a feeling she use to. You will barley see a real smile, a real laugh from the pit of her dark, unbeaten heart.
She doesn't know the feeling of love, she has never experienced the feeling before. Her relationships with figures can be difficult; even with her own kind. She has tried to make a many friends, mates, even just acquaintances and has failed. She is willing to go a distance to find someone but it is definitely not the first on her list.
History: The past to her is unknown. She has no information on who she really is or where she was created from. She had been found on a mountainside, unconscious.
After her memory loss, she had been taken care of by old folk. They cared for her deeply despite her differences in the small village. In search for the young female, the village was eventually attacked by raging creatures. In the attack, she was badly wounded. The folk that had taken cared of her were killed, devastation crossed her mind. She wasn't the only survivor though. In her loss of blood she only had little time to escape the parading figures-- she stumbled her way down a path.
From there, she remembers collapsing. Two misty faces hovered above her; one female and one male. She can remember the pain the shot through her entire body, tears streaming down her cheeks. Then darkness. When she had awaken on the path, her wound was completely healed. The remaining blood on her shirt told that she had once been wounded in that spot. She can only remember the misty faces that had saved her life and the lingering taste of blood.
Age: 204
Gender: Female
Race: Vampire
Hails From: Zyabeth Forest
Ranking: -
Weapons: Katana
Abilities: See in dark, gliding, lust (humans only)
Companions: None
Occupation: Messenger
Relationships: None
Appearance: Click here for picture!
She is very beautiful, most human figures wouldn't stand to be away from her. That's just to lure them in so she can satisfy her thirst. But to some creatures, figures that are not of her kind, tend to not like her features. Yet, some might. She has no control of lust over other creatures but humans. Vampires and humans are the ones who usually compliment and admire her beauty.
Long black hair (to her elbows), very layered. Dove bangs across her forehead. Slender, average chest. Pale, icy, smooth skin. Tall, about 5'8". Bright, clear blue eyes with a black outline. Long, skinny "piano" fingers. Straight, white teeth with sharp edging on her canine teeth.
Personality: When she's around strangers she's usually quiet and shy, or if she's around anyone she truly likes. She doesn't have any real good friends, but over her years she has met various creatures that she will never forget-- dead or alive. She has a sort of playful mood most of the times, though it can change quickly if you pick the right nerve.
Most of the time she doesn't like to show emotion, though she had a feeling she use to. You will barley see a real smile, a real laugh from the pit of her dark, unbeaten heart.
She doesn't know the feeling of love, she has never experienced the feeling before. Her relationships with figures can be difficult; even with her own kind. She has tried to make a many friends, mates, even just acquaintances and has failed. She is willing to go a distance to find someone but it is definitely not the first on her list.
History: The past to her is unknown. She has no information on who she really is or where she was created from. She had been found on a mountainside, unconscious.
After her memory loss, she had been taken care of by old folk. They cared for her deeply despite her differences in the small village. In search for the young female, the village was eventually attacked by raging creatures. In the attack, she was badly wounded. The folk that had taken cared of her were killed, devastation crossed her mind. She wasn't the only survivor though. In her loss of blood she only had little time to escape the parading figures-- she stumbled her way down a path.
From there, she remembers collapsing. Two misty faces hovered above her; one female and one male. She can remember the pain the shot through her entire body, tears streaming down her cheeks. Then darkness. When she had awaken on the path, her wound was completely healed. The remaining blood on her shirt told that she had once been wounded in that spot. She can only remember the misty faces that had saved her life and the lingering taste of blood.