Post by Catmcnat on Mar 22, 2006 12:06:23 GMT -5
Name: Catmcnat
Age: 17
Contact: cat_ellmers@hotmail.com or catmcnat_mach3 (neo)
Role Playing Experience: Only about six months or so. The main site I used to be part of was re-done, so I now role play on Hell's Gates s12.invisionfree.com/Hells_Gates/ when I have the time.
Role Play Sample: This is Cara, my favourite character at the moment. It does not say in this peice, but she has a half sister. I might introduce her some time
Sun rise, sun set. A never-ending circle until the end of time. As a new day dawns, it came to an end for others. This was a repeating cycle for the nightwalkers and would continue forever. Like a Jack-in-the box, she laid in waiting for her time of release from her wooden tomb. It was a piece of art more than a coffin, crafted for her by one of the best many centuries ago. Thick mahogany wood, covered in a sleek varnish that made the wood glisten in the flickering candlelight that filled the room was the basis of her prison. Beautiful, detailed Celtic designs were engraved into the wood, and filled with silver. Inside, the wood was covered with thick, lush red velvet, so soft to the touch that it felt like feathers. She slept soundly in the artistic box as a new day began. She slept for many hours, as he had for many centuries. She was a walker of the night, and a sleeper with original ideas about hours. This being was a creature of old. Not quite human, not quite demon. Many were unsure as to what she was, as she had never told of her real blood. Some thought her to just be another mongrel mix blooded creature, and some thought her some high being from another realm. Either way, no one was quite sure of what Cara really was. Her mother, in the Gaelic tongue, had named her Cara, meaning “dear one” after the king she had had an affair with to make this bvstard child. She knew her father was a being of great importance, and from the minute she’d had consciousness, she knew she was different. For you see, her mother had been mortal, but her father? Her father was something else. No ordinary king was he, not one that ruled the day, but one that ruled the night. She never told any other creature that she was a nightwalker, a vampire of breed. She liked to hold a certain air of mystery, as she found many would turn on her at the click of a finger when they found out about her heritage. Cara, was quite a reserved woman, but could be rather head strong. She was a passionate creature and loved mortals. They amused and intrigued her. She was interested in how they had such short lives, and how ‘breakable’ they were. She particularly liked their backs. The soft skin that wrapped around them, how easily broken it was. She had but to run a nail down one’s back, and the skin would change from a soft peach to a deep red. That wondrous red substance. Whenever she had a victim in her crypt, she enjoyed opening their veins one by one, to savour the taste of the blood from the different body parts.
As she felt the sun leave the sky and the world fall into the wondrous eternal dark that she longed for so much, she woke. From within the beautiful coffin, a slight noise could be heard as Cara stretched and arose. A deeply tanned hand with long pointed nails crept out and slowly pushed up the lid of the coffin. A woman rose out and gently lifted one leg and then the other out of her place of rest. The candles flickered for an instance, casting an eerie shadow across Cara’s face. Her eyes flashed as the candles regained their natural burning motion. Bright green orbs or pupiless colour where what filled her sockets. A small teardrop had been tattooed under her right eye to signify her mother’s sorrow at what she had been born as. Her skin was horribly perfect, but deep dark bags encircled this being’s eyes. No matter how much she slept, she was still tired.
Her hair was dull, a faded blonde in colour and scrapped back into a messy bun. Several hoops of silver were stuck in her lobes, and she traced its shape with a pointed figure. As she moved towards the entrance to her crypt, her thin white silk shirt moved gently with the flow of her torso. Her tight black leather trousers accentuated her legs, and she wore several extra pieces of clothing to try and look a little bit stylish. She had wrapped a delicate grey scarf that had small silver lines running down it and she wore a pair of black leather figureless gloves, which she had decorated by fitting several small stones onto each hand. On the left she had fitted several small diamond shards, and on the right she had fitted a tiny ruby and a sapphire all of which she had stolen off of some of her richer meals. She slammed the lid to her coffin, walked to the entrance of her humble home and pushed open the heavy stone door. A breath or air would have been nice if she still used her lungs; instead she just walked on into the village, the rhythmic thud of her boots on the cobblestones being the only sound she made.
The Genres: Medieval, Medieval Fantasy, Future Fantasy, Slave/Creature markets, DNA lab or other, Elemental, Mythical beasts, Dragon etc.
Age: 17
Contact: cat_ellmers@hotmail.com or catmcnat_mach3 (neo)
Role Playing Experience: Only about six months or so. The main site I used to be part of was re-done, so I now role play on Hell's Gates s12.invisionfree.com/Hells_Gates/ when I have the time.
Role Play Sample: This is Cara, my favourite character at the moment. It does not say in this peice, but she has a half sister. I might introduce her some time
Sun rise, sun set. A never-ending circle until the end of time. As a new day dawns, it came to an end for others. This was a repeating cycle for the nightwalkers and would continue forever. Like a Jack-in-the box, she laid in waiting for her time of release from her wooden tomb. It was a piece of art more than a coffin, crafted for her by one of the best many centuries ago. Thick mahogany wood, covered in a sleek varnish that made the wood glisten in the flickering candlelight that filled the room was the basis of her prison. Beautiful, detailed Celtic designs were engraved into the wood, and filled with silver. Inside, the wood was covered with thick, lush red velvet, so soft to the touch that it felt like feathers. She slept soundly in the artistic box as a new day began. She slept for many hours, as he had for many centuries. She was a walker of the night, and a sleeper with original ideas about hours. This being was a creature of old. Not quite human, not quite demon. Many were unsure as to what she was, as she had never told of her real blood. Some thought her to just be another mongrel mix blooded creature, and some thought her some high being from another realm. Either way, no one was quite sure of what Cara really was. Her mother, in the Gaelic tongue, had named her Cara, meaning “dear one” after the king she had had an affair with to make this bvstard child. She knew her father was a being of great importance, and from the minute she’d had consciousness, she knew she was different. For you see, her mother had been mortal, but her father? Her father was something else. No ordinary king was he, not one that ruled the day, but one that ruled the night. She never told any other creature that she was a nightwalker, a vampire of breed. She liked to hold a certain air of mystery, as she found many would turn on her at the click of a finger when they found out about her heritage. Cara, was quite a reserved woman, but could be rather head strong. She was a passionate creature and loved mortals. They amused and intrigued her. She was interested in how they had such short lives, and how ‘breakable’ they were. She particularly liked their backs. The soft skin that wrapped around them, how easily broken it was. She had but to run a nail down one’s back, and the skin would change from a soft peach to a deep red. That wondrous red substance. Whenever she had a victim in her crypt, she enjoyed opening their veins one by one, to savour the taste of the blood from the different body parts.
As she felt the sun leave the sky and the world fall into the wondrous eternal dark that she longed for so much, she woke. From within the beautiful coffin, a slight noise could be heard as Cara stretched and arose. A deeply tanned hand with long pointed nails crept out and slowly pushed up the lid of the coffin. A woman rose out and gently lifted one leg and then the other out of her place of rest. The candles flickered for an instance, casting an eerie shadow across Cara’s face. Her eyes flashed as the candles regained their natural burning motion. Bright green orbs or pupiless colour where what filled her sockets. A small teardrop had been tattooed under her right eye to signify her mother’s sorrow at what she had been born as. Her skin was horribly perfect, but deep dark bags encircled this being’s eyes. No matter how much she slept, she was still tired.
Her hair was dull, a faded blonde in colour and scrapped back into a messy bun. Several hoops of silver were stuck in her lobes, and she traced its shape with a pointed figure. As she moved towards the entrance to her crypt, her thin white silk shirt moved gently with the flow of her torso. Her tight black leather trousers accentuated her legs, and she wore several extra pieces of clothing to try and look a little bit stylish. She had wrapped a delicate grey scarf that had small silver lines running down it and she wore a pair of black leather figureless gloves, which she had decorated by fitting several small stones onto each hand. On the left she had fitted several small diamond shards, and on the right she had fitted a tiny ruby and a sapphire all of which she had stolen off of some of her richer meals. She slammed the lid to her coffin, walked to the entrance of her humble home and pushed open the heavy stone door. A breath or air would have been nice if she still used her lungs; instead she just walked on into the village, the rhythmic thud of her boots on the cobblestones being the only sound she made.
The Genres: Medieval, Medieval Fantasy, Future Fantasy, Slave/Creature markets, DNA lab or other, Elemental, Mythical beasts, Dragon etc.