Post by Maria on Jan 14, 2009 17:40:33 GMT -6
Let's Talk About You!
Name: Pickle
Age: Cant tell you. Sorry. I‘m weird about age.
Years RPing: 2-3 years.
Other Characters on Breakdown at Sunrise: None!
Name: Pickle
Age: Cant tell you. Sorry. I‘m weird about age.
Years RPing: 2-3 years.
Other Characters on Breakdown at Sunrise: None!
The Mask!
Character Name: Maria. Well, she doesn’t really remember, or care, about the rest of her name.
Species: Vampire!
Group: Gold Eyed Vampire [Or, at least she will be in a few months!]
Gender: Female
Age: She looks about 15 or 16. She is really about 220 give or take a few years.
Diet: She recently has been trying vegetarian, since she lost her army, and territory, but it hasn’t been going so well for her.
Appearance:
Maria has the looks of any other vampire. Pale skin. Slender. Beautiful.
She is about 5’4” in height. Her looks aren’t as strongly feminine as most female vampires are. Her eyes have recently turned from their bright red color, to a rusty muddy sort of red. Her eyes are also rather large. Her features are ever so slightly Mexican. She is still young enough looking to be considered a “girl”. Her hair is a chocolaty brown, and flows elegantly down her face.
Personality:
Maria is a bit odd. She loves being the center of attention, and loves being in charge. She really is a bossy person. She can be quite random at times. She likes to break out in random song and dance. She hates not knowing what people are thinking about her.
In her many years of being a vampire, she has learned to trust no one. These days, she can’t even trust herself.
She is a major extrovert, and that’s whys she has hated the past years. None of the other vampires were able too last more then a year, which was proof that people are only getting stupider.
She doesn’t like thinking things through. When she comes up with a plan, that’s the plan. She hates being wrong. She feels superior to others, except when it comes to lovers. When she sees people in love, it makes her so mad that she cant have that, and she just feels so small.
History: Maria was born sometime around the 1780’s. She is really not sure when, but she doesn’t care either. She hated her old life, but can’t remember why. She didn’t want to remember those bad times, and they were forgotten.
She does remember a man with pale white skin, whose touch was as cold as ice. She liked to think that his name was Lucius, but knew that wasn’t probable. Either way, he had taken her in the night, but she didn’t mind, he was lovely and gave her adrenaline rush. He took her somewhere, and he leaned over, and bit her. The pain was terrible, and when she woke up, “Lucius” was gone. She had wandered around, and found a lake, but it wasn’t that water that she thirsted so much for. And when she caught her reflection in the lake, she couldn’t believe what she saw. Herself, only, sparkling, with fierce red eyes. And she was confused.
She eventually figured out what she was, and soon enough she created an army of her own. In the end, she had two main accomplices, Nettie and Lucy. Eventually, her territory was overthrown, and she wanted it back. So she became more selective with who would be in her army. She decided that only male soldiers were permitted.
And then it happened. One night, Lucy, Nettie, and Maria were strolling around, looking for people worthy of her army. But then, they came across a young looking man. Jasper. He had something special about him. And he was perfect. So she made him one of them.
She remembered watching him in his first year. He was skilled. And amazing. He became a vital part of her army, and was her co in command for many years. And she found herself beginning to get aggravated with him. He was amazing, and she was pretty much head over heels in love with him, and yet, he seemed to feel nothing, or at least not show it. And in a few years, he left, leaving Maria with nothing.
It has been many years since Maria’s heart was broken by Jasper, and she still hasn’t found a band-aid for it. And she lost everything. Her army, her territory, everything. So she is starting fresh, even trying out the new vegetarian scene that everyone seems to think is so cool. And she lives, and occasionally breathes, and searches. Maybe, she can find Jasper. Maybe she can get him back.
Almost Done!
Anything else you want to say: That I like pie!
Play By: Ellen Page
Rules Phrase: <ADMIN EDIT>
RP Sample:
Draco Malfoy:
Draco entered the dark room quickly. He could feel the stares on him. His reputation had already gone from 11 year old bully to that soon to be Death Eater kid. He took a seat at an empty table. Parkinson sat across the aisle from him with a few friends. Draco had always like Pansy, but not to the extent of his parents wishing. He remembers first meeting her at some Christmas party that he was forced to go to. His parents did the whole "See her? She could be your wife someday." thing, only not quite so bluntly. He thought that it wouldn’t be to bad to marry her. A little awkward at the beginning, but he could do worse.
He was knocked out of his reverie by a familiar monotone voice. Snape's. He liked to think of Snape as his mentor, though he knew Snape probably didn’t look on Draco like an apprentice. But still, Draco's first impression of Snape was "emotionally knowledgeable" and that title was all Draco thought about him. But the potions teacher still frightened Draco a little, so he went to work. He scrawled down the few ingredients, realizing that he had been taught this before. That was the good thing about before school tutoring. You felt smart.
After scrawling down the few words he got up and went to the supply cabinet. He picked up ingredients such as dried nettles, crushed snake fangs, stewed horned slugs, and porcupine quills. He returned to his seat as swiftly as possible, because frankly, standing up there made him feel a tad bit awkward. He returned to his seat and started the small fire under his cauldron. He added all the ingredients, except that porcupine quills, and began stirring. Twice counter-clockwise, then three clockwise. It began to seriously hurt his arm.
Draco entered the dark room quickly. He could feel the stares on him. His reputation had already gone from 11 year old bully to that soon to be Death Eater kid. He took a seat at an empty table. Parkinson sat across the aisle from him with a few friends. Draco had always like Pansy, but not to the extent of his parents wishing. He remembers first meeting her at some Christmas party that he was forced to go to. His parents did the whole "See her? She could be your wife someday." thing, only not quite so bluntly. He thought that it wouldn’t be to bad to marry her. A little awkward at the beginning, but he could do worse.
He was knocked out of his reverie by a familiar monotone voice. Snape's. He liked to think of Snape as his mentor, though he knew Snape probably didn’t look on Draco like an apprentice. But still, Draco's first impression of Snape was "emotionally knowledgeable" and that title was all Draco thought about him. But the potions teacher still frightened Draco a little, so he went to work. He scrawled down the few ingredients, realizing that he had been taught this before. That was the good thing about before school tutoring. You felt smart.
After scrawling down the few words he got up and went to the supply cabinet. He picked up ingredients such as dried nettles, crushed snake fangs, stewed horned slugs, and porcupine quills. He returned to his seat as swiftly as possible, because frankly, standing up there made him feel a tad bit awkward. He returned to his seat and started the small fire under his cauldron. He added all the ingredients, except that porcupine quills, and began stirring. Twice counter-clockwise, then three clockwise. It began to seriously hurt his arm.
