Post by amiryo on Sept 23, 2009 22:24:27 GMT -7
† Amethyst - Mirage - Miryo †
†Amy†
[/center]† General Information †
Full Name: Miryo, Amethyst Mirage
Nicknames: Amy, Mo
Gender: Femme
Race: Vamp
Age: 32
Age they appear: 23
Orientation: Straight as an Arrow
Health Problems: Low tolerance to light, even for a vamp.
† Personality †
Basic Personality: There are many words that describe Amy. Like intense. And, in contrast, there are many that don't. Like cowardly. Some, even, that only apply under certain situations.
Like her shyness. Its situational. Most of the time, she will be unwilling to open up first. She will avoid contact, stay away from blood-filled beings, and hide in the corner like the mouse she perceives. Her first impression will be that of someone closed to the world. She is aloof. All she does is eavesdrop on your conversations, testing the waters. If you pass her test, she will confront you. Say hello. Go through all the formal niceties. But you must ask the right questions, peek her interest, keep her there, in order to see anything more than the shy shell she encompasses herself in. If you manage that, she will show you the psychotic fun that rests inside. But there are times when she will skip that stage.
When she has the courage to approach, she is very there. You have her complete and undivided attention. She pop up out of no where and make short work of introductions. She'll get close, loud, and start rambling. If you can't handle the devotion she puts into the conversation and you start to fall back, retreat from her gaze, she won't hold you against your will. She leaves the moment she expects you to run away, voiding the purpose of the action.
Amy has an extreme personality. In the beginning, she is shy as a mouse. When she's happy she lights up the room. Her excitement bounces off the walls. If she is feeling gloomy, her depression is suffocating. Her anger is as ferocious as the fires of hell. She shakes when she is nervous, jumps ten feet in the air when she is surprised, screams like a siren if she's scared, and will visibly have some kind of violent reaction to disgust. She is intense and clear, read like a Danger sign next to a volcano. If you don't get it immediately, you will as soon as you open your eyes.
Amy has always been a fan of a rush. It makes her feel alive. Sometimes she will steal s syringe and shoot herself up with adrenaline just for the blast of feeling. But only when other methods don't work. Like speeding off a cliff at 200mph and not jumping out or lighting up a propane factory. Her need for a thrill is another reason she dances. In some mysterious way, it is the only outlet that is safe and conventional that takes away her need for excitement. Something about the rhythmic movement of her body drains her, calms her, relaxes her drive.
Amy doesn't like being in a cage but she enjoys caging others. If she's anything she's an interrogator. She relishes the feel of superiority over others, likes to wield a power over their heads. Its not kind and its not healthy but she just cant seem to resist over-playing her role when questioning is involved. She has many methods. Seduction, torture, mind tricks, you name it. Whether it be physical, chemical or mental, she knows how to get you to break. And Amy will like breaking you. It gives her a rush.
But no matter how brutal she tries to be, Amy cannot shake the elegance and refined quality with which she carries out her duty, as if it were an art. Everything to her must be as graceful and sophisticated as possible. Why demean yourself and your comrades with a lack of tact? A good front is a good root. A rotting root is a false face. Everyone can see through a false face.
But that's just the basics.
Likes:
† The Cute, Beautiful guy
† Dancing
† To go Fast
† A Challenge
† Winning
† Reading
† Superiority
† Other People's Dark Side
† Adrenaline Rushes
† The Dark
† Storms
† Freedom
† Citrus
† Eloquence
† Blood on her Fangs
† Distressed Jeans
† Blue
† Black
† Neon Green
† Scolding Showers
† Getting Down and Dirty
† Shotguns
† Explosions
† Punk Rock
† Climbing Trees
Hates:
† Werewolves
† Losing
† Slowing Down
† Liars
† Paperwork
† Inactivity
† Harsh Language
† Naggers
† The Act of Deserving to Die
† Ankles
† Pink
† Yellow
† Being Underestimated
† Self-centered Whiners
† OCD people
† Human food except Citruses
† Baths
† The Sun
† Pop music
† Classical music
Talents:
† Dancing
† Aim
† Wit
† Imagination
† Telling You to go to Hell in a Way that Makes You Look Forward to the Trip
† Running in Heels
Habits:
† Procrastinating
† Over-Thinking Things
† In-Exclusive
† Random Perfectionism
† Holding the Heel/Toe of her Shoe while Standing
† Too Open
† Appearance †
Skin Color: Dark Chocolate
Hair Color: Black As Night
Eye Color: Hazel
Build: She has the body of a dancer, lithe but subtly toned, obviously flexible.
Piercings/Scars/Tattoos: She has a belly button ring, always an amethyst.
Choice of Clothing:She is constantly wearing large sport sunglasses, the kind that hugs your skin so as not to fall off with sweat. Well, since she doesn’t sweat, that particular feature is used to keep any kind of light whatsoever from entering her line of vision. For her torso, she dons herself in black, thin, style hoodies that open in the front but entirely hide her waist and arms. Amy always has the hood up, covering her neck in shadow and cloth to hide her from harmful rays. Her long, soft, slightly curled hair normally shields what the hood does not. Beneath this, she wears plaid or neon tanks and camisoles to add more color to her outfits. On her legs she wears either Distressed Half-boot cut dark jeans with tears at the lower edge that hook around her heels or baggy black cargo's that hide the end of her foot. She is often seen wearing high heels, the bottom of her jeans looped around the sticks under her ankles.
Other:
† History †
History: Amethyst did not start out as a vampire of London. Her family inhabited Port Harcourt, Nigeria. There, the age-old feud between vampire and werewolf had reached the pinnacle of ferocity.
There had always been and always would be the normal inter-species violence that was as old as they themselves. But the mythicals of Port Harcourt were consumed by this rage. If a vampire so much as heard a whisper of a rumor that you might possibly be related in one of the most vague ways to a werewolf they hadn't even heard of, the vampire would hunt you down and drain you dry. Thought this method the vampires had inadvertently been suppressing the werewolves. If someone took a tally, it would appear as if the vampires were ruling Port Harcourt. Until the werewolves took their power and their allies and their humans to slaughter. It was all the outnumbered vampires could do to flee from battle. The Miryo couple didn't make it.
Anisha Miryo's daughter's were staying at her Ex-husband, Demarcus Miryo's house. The couple had wanted a night alone that turned into eternity. Demarcus took the girls and they ran to London. He raised them until they would pass as adult humans. They had dark skin and relatively small fangs. If they kept silent and aloof, the werewolves wouldn't be able to tell them apart.
Now for Amethyst's side.
Amethyst Mirage Miryo was born into a troubled family. She was the only reason her parent's stayed together as long as they did. The cause only brought more friction to the struggling dynamic. Her mother, Anisha, was in love with Carth, her father's brother. 2 years after the divorce of her parents, Carth and Anisha were married. Soon after they had Ruby. Amethyst was never able to accept Ruby. In her eyes, Ruby was the spawn of sin.
Before the separation, Amethyst had gone entirely unaware that her parent's marriage was in danger. She was so immersed in dance, only making time to go to the firing range, that she never saw it coming. The divorce was sudden and unexpected. Her mom got custody and Amethyst only ever saw her father, the favored of her parents, when the new couple wanted extended periods of alone time, which wasn't very often. The bite of losing such an important figure in her life drove her to take her anger out on something else.
Amethyst had been raised off of the blood of animals, not including humans or weres. Kind of like the 'vegetarians' in Twilight. One night, she was raging at her mother. They had gotten into another fight. Amethyst didn't like Carth so she called him Carth. When her mother married him, she demanded that Amethyst call Carth Dad. But Amethyst could never do that. Not when Demarcus had earned his title far more than Anisha had earned hers. So when the fuming Amethyst was nearly run over by a human, the violence inside released, driving Amethyst to bite the man. It was the most delicious thing she had ever tasted. The metallic sweetness sang to her like a symphony to a musician. She became addicted.
She hit the rebellious stage ferociously over the next years. The only thing keeping her tethered to her 'family' was the cost of dance lessons and the memory of her father. She kept trying to convince herself that there was something in Anisha that her father had loved, and if he had loved it, so could Amethyst. But that wasn't how it always worked out.
Eventually, Amethyst joined a coven hell-bent on ridding Port Harcourt of Werewolves and embracing the cliche that was Vampire. Amethyst never much cared about killing weres. It was the blood-sucking that drew her in. She was never a very skilled member of the coven. More one of the lackeys that just hitched a ride on other's prowess than anything else. But she was well-liked and thus well tolerated.
On the night of the extermination of Vampires in Port Harcourt, Amethyst's coven was acting on a plan to attack a near-by pack of weres. They never expected to be waited on. When they arrived, they were armed only for the silent slaughter of a sleeping opponent, When their targets fought back, it surprised the coven leader. He was the first to go down.
It was a heated battle in the little section of city in which they fought. But the weres had back-up. Amethyst, who was normally just the interrogatorl, was one of the few to bring a weapon larger than a butcher knife. Amethyst was actually over-armed for the expedition she had expected. Her shotgun was probably the only thing that saved her life. She had no way of knowing if any of the other coven mates had survived. Amethyst had just plowed her way through and ran as fast as she could, back to the safety of her father. He gathered them up and they ran again, far from Nigeria. Amethyst hardly even cared that her mother was left behind. Only Ruby wept for their loss.
Once the last Miryo's reached London, they bought an apartment and started the blending process. They weren't used to werewolves being at the top of the food chain, but if they wanted to hide, why not hide in plain sight? It never crossed Demarcus's mind that maybe the werewolves in Nigeria were just werewolves in Nigeria. Not werewolves in general. Amethyst understood the moment she touched foot in England. That didn't change her new found hate for the species though. Ever since they had threatened the life of her father and killed those in her coven, she had despised every single dog that crossed her path.
Mother/Father: Anisha Jasmine [Deceased] and Demarcus Leurre Miryo [Surviving]
Siblings: Ruby Illusion Miryo [half-sister]
Offspring: N/A
Other: An Uncle/Step-father Carth Miryo [deceased]
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Name: Cbox name? Uh... How about Miryo? It sounds cool.
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