Post by edward on Aug 29, 2008 1:26:59 GMT -4
Character Name: Edward Anthony Cullen
Status: Vegetarian Vampire
(Note: This is a post of mine from another site, if I need to post as Edward, I can do that as well)
RPG Sample:A lethargic beauty posed upon the lands like some vile mistake. She didn’t belong there. She, truly, didn’t belong anywhere. Alania remembered her father’s words. “You don’t listen, Alania. You won’t conform, you won’t submit, even to the laws of nature. You fight too hard against everything. What is wrong with you? Don’t you ever want to fit in?” That was moments before Louis and Lara Fairchild dropped their youngest child off at Shadowbrook Academy.
No. That was the answer they’d all get. She didn’t care. Simply put. She didn’t care for their words about her, or their opinions. She didn’t want to be barred by the damnation brought by their lips and phrases. Why should she conform to their demands? She was who she was. Her mother called her a rebel. What a crock. A rebel was that which strived to be different, to fight against normalcy. Alania just wanted to be who she was. Whoever that might be.
This place, She had been here since a little after her 15th birthday, and now, here she was just after her 16th. She knew almost everyone there, she posed this bubbly shell. She knew what the story was. The quiet, shy, reserved ones were always the first ones to be suspected when everything came down. She –could- hide herself amidst a masked persona of one of the Brainless. How easy it was. She was blonde, blue eyed, thin, and beautiful. Societies idea of a perfect All American Girl.
Even here, caught in a maze of racial monsters, Alania needed to present something that appeared normal. The news dropped hints of the aftershocks of the ‘Earthquake’. She loved that word. ‘Earthquake’. How dare they present some false idea of what truly was going on? Did they think mortals seriously that stupid? Hah! It seemed to work. Her fellow mortals danced around the issues as if there were truly an Earthquake that hit the greater Los Angeles area. Perhaps due to where she went to school, perhaps due to her blood, she was spared the lies.
Today, Alania was pissed. She awoke in a fairly bad mood, follow that up with being robbed, punching the would-be robber in the jaw, and (she believed) breaking a finger in the process, made for a severely pissed off Alania. What was wrong with people these days?
The honk of an incredibly loud car horn blared out at her as she crossed the street, but the car didn’t stop. Alania’s body went airborn and her feet landed upon the hood of the car, before she leapt off, and went to the driver side door, however the man drove off.
Strike two for an even worse day. Nearly getting mowed down.
After about an hours walk, Alania found herself in an area she only knew about through stories of the other girls at school. A place they were all forbidden to enter, a place where the worst of the worst lie. Sabbat Territory.
Alania was already pretty thick in the territory. The sun still shone over head, so she wasn’t in trouble, at least not yet.. At least she didn’t think so. She turned around to walk back towards school, but found that she was lost. She followed down what she thought was the path she had just come from, however this only lead her to a dead end. Alania’s eyes grew wide.
Soon, night would fall. She needed to get out of there. Alania was always curious of these creatures that even some vampires feared. These vampires who were either cast out by, or left the Camarilla ruling.
Why? Why would they leave that protection? Then again, why did Alania rebel against those that tried to protect her? Why did Alania feel like there was something truly missing? Why did she feel like everything in her world was sugar-coated with a glaze of happy-happy-joy-joy, even in these times? Perhaps, thought Alania, she belonged amidst the Sabbat creatures.
The shadow of the buildings around her hazed over her, leaving her cloaked in a pseudo-darkness.
Alania must have been near the entrance of the Sabbat Territory, for one of the girls from school, spotted her from across the street, and grabbed her arm. “One of these days, Ali, You’re going to get yourself killed.” She scolded, and lead her back to the school.
Later that day, at school, Alania went looking for her diary. It was no where to be found. Could she have dropped it? But where? Then it dawned on her. When Sandra grabbed her arm, she dropped her bag. She had thought she had gotten everything, but perhaps she hadn’t. Could her diary be there? She hoped not.
That leather bound book revealed secrets of what she planned to do to each and every one of those other students who, in someway, had slighted her. Detailed and fully drawn out tortured ways of getting even, getting back at them for thinking themselves better than she. Hah.. They’d find out one day.
Alania devised a plan. She had to go back to the Sabbat territory. She had to get that book back, before someone else found it.
Alania waited until lights were out – Aka, bedtime. She dressed to the nines in gothic attire; A black and maroon corset, followed up with a black leather miniskirt, fishnet thigh-high stockings and knee-high platform boots. She had heard talk about the place called ‘Satans Night Out’ – She’d find her book and head over there, at least there, she thought, she might be able to make some sort of educated opinion on these feared creatures.
Alania snuck off the property, and slithered back down to that ill-fated territory, she looked around, best she could in the dark for her book, however came up empty handed. "Dammit. I'll have to come back tomorrow during the day.." She muttered to herself.
The next day, instead of getting the chance to go back, Sandra grabbed her arm, and lead her away from the school, talking about some cute guys she had seen in J-town.
Alania wasn't interested, but she went along anyways. She moved along the city streets with her acquaintance. Hours later, after she had teetered around the insanity that the idiots brought towards her, Sandra and the two guys took off. Night was upon her again.
Now, she thought to herself, she could investigate the area. She noted some faint stirrings in the alleyway, but she wasn't entirely sure she wanted to go that route, at least not yet. She wasn't afraid she'd run into a vampire, more so afraid she'd run into some sort of rapist.
The cries of wind through metal were heard as she continued on. She'd heard of this attraction, Carnival Noir. It was an 18+ place.
Alania snuck in through the gate, and leapt over the turnstyle entrance, moving deeper into the dark carnival that once, she was sure, was the highlight of the evening for many of Los Angeles' inhabitants.
What would she find here, she wondered. Who would she find?
Oh the mysteries that lurked just beyond the corners of her imagination..
Status: Vegetarian Vampire
(Note: This is a post of mine from another site, if I need to post as Edward, I can do that as well)
RPG Sample:A lethargic beauty posed upon the lands like some vile mistake. She didn’t belong there. She, truly, didn’t belong anywhere. Alania remembered her father’s words. “You don’t listen, Alania. You won’t conform, you won’t submit, even to the laws of nature. You fight too hard against everything. What is wrong with you? Don’t you ever want to fit in?” That was moments before Louis and Lara Fairchild dropped their youngest child off at Shadowbrook Academy.
No. That was the answer they’d all get. She didn’t care. Simply put. She didn’t care for their words about her, or their opinions. She didn’t want to be barred by the damnation brought by their lips and phrases. Why should she conform to their demands? She was who she was. Her mother called her a rebel. What a crock. A rebel was that which strived to be different, to fight against normalcy. Alania just wanted to be who she was. Whoever that might be.
This place, She had been here since a little after her 15th birthday, and now, here she was just after her 16th. She knew almost everyone there, she posed this bubbly shell. She knew what the story was. The quiet, shy, reserved ones were always the first ones to be suspected when everything came down. She –could- hide herself amidst a masked persona of one of the Brainless. How easy it was. She was blonde, blue eyed, thin, and beautiful. Societies idea of a perfect All American Girl.
Even here, caught in a maze of racial monsters, Alania needed to present something that appeared normal. The news dropped hints of the aftershocks of the ‘Earthquake’. She loved that word. ‘Earthquake’. How dare they present some false idea of what truly was going on? Did they think mortals seriously that stupid? Hah! It seemed to work. Her fellow mortals danced around the issues as if there were truly an Earthquake that hit the greater Los Angeles area. Perhaps due to where she went to school, perhaps due to her blood, she was spared the lies.
Today, Alania was pissed. She awoke in a fairly bad mood, follow that up with being robbed, punching the would-be robber in the jaw, and (she believed) breaking a finger in the process, made for a severely pissed off Alania. What was wrong with people these days?
The honk of an incredibly loud car horn blared out at her as she crossed the street, but the car didn’t stop. Alania’s body went airborn and her feet landed upon the hood of the car, before she leapt off, and went to the driver side door, however the man drove off.
Strike two for an even worse day. Nearly getting mowed down.
After about an hours walk, Alania found herself in an area she only knew about through stories of the other girls at school. A place they were all forbidden to enter, a place where the worst of the worst lie. Sabbat Territory.
Alania was already pretty thick in the territory. The sun still shone over head, so she wasn’t in trouble, at least not yet.. At least she didn’t think so. She turned around to walk back towards school, but found that she was lost. She followed down what she thought was the path she had just come from, however this only lead her to a dead end. Alania’s eyes grew wide.
Soon, night would fall. She needed to get out of there. Alania was always curious of these creatures that even some vampires feared. These vampires who were either cast out by, or left the Camarilla ruling.
Why? Why would they leave that protection? Then again, why did Alania rebel against those that tried to protect her? Why did Alania feel like there was something truly missing? Why did she feel like everything in her world was sugar-coated with a glaze of happy-happy-joy-joy, even in these times? Perhaps, thought Alania, she belonged amidst the Sabbat creatures.
The shadow of the buildings around her hazed over her, leaving her cloaked in a pseudo-darkness.
Alania must have been near the entrance of the Sabbat Territory, for one of the girls from school, spotted her from across the street, and grabbed her arm. “One of these days, Ali, You’re going to get yourself killed.” She scolded, and lead her back to the school.
Later that day, at school, Alania went looking for her diary. It was no where to be found. Could she have dropped it? But where? Then it dawned on her. When Sandra grabbed her arm, she dropped her bag. She had thought she had gotten everything, but perhaps she hadn’t. Could her diary be there? She hoped not.
That leather bound book revealed secrets of what she planned to do to each and every one of those other students who, in someway, had slighted her. Detailed and fully drawn out tortured ways of getting even, getting back at them for thinking themselves better than she. Hah.. They’d find out one day.
Alania devised a plan. She had to go back to the Sabbat territory. She had to get that book back, before someone else found it.
Alania waited until lights were out – Aka, bedtime. She dressed to the nines in gothic attire; A black and maroon corset, followed up with a black leather miniskirt, fishnet thigh-high stockings and knee-high platform boots. She had heard talk about the place called ‘Satans Night Out’ – She’d find her book and head over there, at least there, she thought, she might be able to make some sort of educated opinion on these feared creatures.
Alania snuck off the property, and slithered back down to that ill-fated territory, she looked around, best she could in the dark for her book, however came up empty handed. "Dammit. I'll have to come back tomorrow during the day.." She muttered to herself.
The next day, instead of getting the chance to go back, Sandra grabbed her arm, and lead her away from the school, talking about some cute guys she had seen in J-town.
Alania wasn't interested, but she went along anyways. She moved along the city streets with her acquaintance. Hours later, after she had teetered around the insanity that the idiots brought towards her, Sandra and the two guys took off. Night was upon her again.
Now, she thought to herself, she could investigate the area. She noted some faint stirrings in the alleyway, but she wasn't entirely sure she wanted to go that route, at least not yet. She wasn't afraid she'd run into a vampire, more so afraid she'd run into some sort of rapist.
The cries of wind through metal were heard as she continued on. She'd heard of this attraction, Carnival Noir. It was an 18+ place.
Alania snuck in through the gate, and leapt over the turnstyle entrance, moving deeper into the dark carnival that once, she was sure, was the highlight of the evening for many of Los Angeles' inhabitants.
What would she find here, she wondered. Who would she find?
Oh the mysteries that lurked just beyond the corners of her imagination..