Post by Jareth//Rose on Apr 11, 2007 8:51:31 GMT 10
Name: Jareth Durly
Age:710, but looks like 21
Gender:Male
Appearance: Jareth has long blond hair, that he ties back into a pony tail. He has crisp blue eyes. He isn't extremely muscled but he does have it there. He can be seductive, but not normally. He usually wears a white beater and black pants. Nothing too fancy at all.
Personality: His personality is more like I don't care for you. Shove it up your ass. Kind of personality. He is more of a loner and likes it that way. He doesn't care what you have to say. His heart his cold. He can take care of himself. He is your average vamp when it comes to feeding time. Takes 'em down easily. He can be seductive sometimes, but normally, the ladies just come to him.
History:Born back in the early 1900's, his family survived, but hardly. A plague had hit and it was killing all of the humans off. Then a male vampire came and offered his family a choice. He could bite them all, letting them live forever, or he could just let them die. Well they obiviously chose the bite. He had two younger siblings at the time. They were constantly moving, seeing as people would get suspicious when his sibling didn't grow. Since he was already 21 at the time, people didn't get suspicious of him. But one day a slayer came and took his younger siblings and his family. They remained dead, while he is free to roam about. This is why he is such a dark creature. He will not share this with anyone, unless someone can work their way into his cold dark heart.
Alliance:Vampire
Anything Else: Tends to carry a gun around
(that is a rough picture...just to let ya know!
Name:Rose Thorns
Age: 702, but looks 20
Gender:Female
Appearance: She has shoulder length, jet black hair with red highlights. Vibrant green eyes. She stands about 5'6". She is always wearing goth clothes and the whole black finger nail polish and white face thing. She loves it. Rarely will she wear light colors. The lighest color she wears is white.
Personality: She can be kind at times, and somewhat seductive. She has a way of getting what she wants, when she wants. She can take care of herself. She doesn't need your help, and never will. She can be caring at times, she can be your friend, you just have to find the way to it. Hates slayers with a passion.
History: She was born into a vampire family. Yes she was a rare and lucky one, you could say. She has loved it ever since she was about two. Her parents took good care of her and showed her everything she new, but when she turned 18, her parents were slayed. Now she is out after any vampire slayers and will do almost anything to kill them. She hates them with a passion. Since then she has been going around looking for them. She has no friends, and wishes for one. One that was like her, but she knows that will never happen. Now she has aged to 702, but looks more like a 20 year old. She is still on the look out for the slayers, one day they will be no more.
Alliance:Vampire
Anything Else:Has tatoo on her shoulder blade. Carries around three pronged swords, coated in silver
Example Post:
Rose sat on the swing, thoughts racing through her mind. Why do things happen to her? Why was it always bad things too? The death of her parents and close friends. She had to watch them die, she was forced to. Her eyes burn with the images. She swung back and forth with tears running down her face. She always put a mask on. She was always a bitch, because that was her only way of surviving. If the other's new they would kill her within minutes. Especially now, especially at this state.
Not only do these memories make her sad, but the make her angry. She could have done something, but she didn't. She just watched. She was tied, but she could have broke free, but she didn't. I guess you could call her pathetic, but everyone had their pathetic sides.
No one around here would even give her a chance. They just judged her right away, by her actions and looks. "Oh look there goes that goth kid, Rose. She is such a bitch" They probably all say that. No one here had the guts to actually go up to her and say hi. What are they afraid of? Do they think that she was going to bite their head off. She wasn't like that, well not all the time. Just most of time. Mainly because they treated her like she was scum. Like she was nothing. They all did. She swayed back and forth on the swing. No one was there, she was alone as she always would be. She wiped away the mascara and tears that ran down her face. Her once vivid green voids, now dull. No one in this realm cared, so why should she stay? Why doesn't she just leave? Why did she come here in the first place? Oh, wait she wanted to find a better life, but obviously that isn't happening.
