Post by unknown on Jun 7, 2009 6:56:38 GMT -7
†Aramantha-Hart-Le Mort†
†'Arama'†
[/center]†General Information†
Full Name: Le Mort, Aramantha Hart
Nicknames: Arama (or Aman but she hates that one)
Gender: Female
Age: 59
Age they appear: 21
Race: Vampire
Orientation: Heterosexual
Health Problems: None, except an almost permanent lust for blood
†Personality†
Basic Personality:
Well, Arama is very...typical. She loves the idea of being a special vampire. Her choice of clothes shows how dedicated she is to the idea of gothic things and vampirism. She's always been told she's special, but never told in what way. She's always thought that it was just because she'd never felt any emotion. She'd try to slit her wrists when she was younger just to feel pain, but she never felt anything. This has made her a cold and calculating person; She's always flirted with guys because she liked the way they focused on her body so she could focus on deceiving them. She is much like her father in ways. He was a werewolf hunter, and he was too deceitful. She idolised him, copied him in many ways, and when he was murdered she was devestated. She changed completely, took a u-turn, and became the person she is today.
Likes:
† Dressing up
† Flirting
† Being herself
† Watching others without their knowledge
† Annoying people
Hates:
† Getting caught doing 'naughty' things
† People staring at her
† Being followed
† Getting caught 'sucking' on a human
† Being denied blood
Talents:
† She's capable of following people silently
† She blends into the shadows very well
† She's quick and capable when in danger
† She's fast with her hands, making her an able fighter
† She hates people who put her in danger, which gives her a bad attitude and an edge
Habits:
† She chews her nails when she gets hungry
† She likes to twirl her hair between her fingers
† She can get gobby pretty quickly so beware
† She's cautious of who she is with, always watching them and their movements
† Her weakness is the light. She'll rarely venture into the light. She sticks to the shadows.
†Appearance:†
Skin Color: Pale
Hair Color: Brown with a tinge of red
Eye Color: Brown
Build: slim but with generous curves
Piercing/Scars/Tattoos: She has a scar on her leg from where she was attacked by a werewolf a few years ago.
Choice of Clothing: Corsets and skirts mainly.
Other: Around 5'6", and 130lbs. She loves being light so she can jump higher and reach roofs, making easier to sneak around.
†History:†
History: Born in July 2037, Arana was born with the idea of a 'typical vampire' in her mind. Her family lived in a flat somewhere near the centre of London. It was just her, her father and her mother. Her father would travel from the flat to a secret location, for weeks sometimes, and over 10 years Arana only saw her father a few times. She'd have to spend her time with her mother, who would tell her stories of ancient Vampires, who'd been in battles with the Werewolves and won, or of maidens who had someone to look out for, like a prince, who'd save them from their life. Arana wished her could live like a maiden, with a prince somewhere in the world who would one day knock on her door and save her, but shes never heard that knock.
When she was 15, her father began to stay at home more often. She didn't care though, as she has began 'training' with him. He taught her how to fight and sneak around. She'd wait all day just for her lessons with him, but one day, when she was 18 and about to turn 19, he never turned up at the flat. He'd gone out with her mother for a 'blood hunt' and promised he'd be back. She waited for 3 hours. After that, she gave up. She heard the door knock and after opening it to find her parents bloody remains on her doorstep, she made a vandetta to find the werewolf who did this. She could tell it was a werewolf by the way the cuts in the skin were formed.
Thanks to her father, she managed to track him down and find the sick dog that killed them. She murdered him and then ran back to London, sneaking in and out of houses and night, stealing humans blood, being a vampire.
Mother/Father: Both deceased (murdered)
Siblings: None
Offspring: None
Other: None
†RP example:†
Taken from one of my other RPG's where I am famous! ::
On a dusty road, which ran through the forest and through a village, a girl stood looking around her with not much hope. Her dress, long and deep in color, was dusted with who knows what, from her travels. She managed to hitch a ride to this unknown place from a farmer who had passed her on her journey and kindly offered her a lift. She had waved him off, and then, her small bag made of cotton which held her possessions, small in number, was slung over her shoulder. She looked around and sighed. No-one had appeared since she had arrived and the village seemed dead.
Alize, as she was known, stepped lightly across the road to the side. She walked around and viewed the sights. A few thatched cottages, and then ruins. Alize stepped towards one ruin in particular. It had a wall, which was still as high as the day it was built, which then dipped and dropped to the ground and continued round at the same hight till it reached a gap. Most likely where the door used to stand. Alize imagined it. A large wooden door, surrounded by the old stone which cluttered the site and made the ruin seem more like a jigsaw puzzle. Alize walked through the gap, and she dropped her bag and sat on the wall, feeling it's cold stone under her hands.
Alize, as she was known, stepped lightly across the road to the side. She walked around and viewed the sights. A few thatched cottages, and then ruins. Alize stepped towards one ruin in particular. It had a wall, which was still as high as the day it was built, which then dipped and dropped to the ground and continued round at the same hight till it reached a gap. Most likely where the door used to stand. Alize imagined it. A large wooden door, surrounded by the old stone which cluttered the site and made the ruin seem more like a jigsaw puzzle. Alize walked through the gap, and she dropped her bag and sat on the wall, feeling it's cold stone under her hands.
†Let's talk about you:†
Name: Call me Unknown, Anon or Uno
Other Characters: None, this is my first
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