Post by Anne Porter on Oct 27, 2007 20:16:18 GMT -5
General info
Name: Anne Porter
Age/Birthday: 18/ February 9, 1412
Birthplace: 14th Century Europe
History: Anne grew up in a small cottage by the river in Magician's palace. When she was 8 years old, Anne and Jacob (11 at the time) had to leave their parents in England because they were considered "cursed" for knowing magic.
Family: Claude(father), Isadora(mother), Jacob(brother)
Pets :A small wooden dragon named Snapp, who comes to life at Anne's call.
Magic or European Colonist: Magic
Other: Anne's a Vampire
General Appearance
Hair color/length: Long, dark brown, mid-back length hair that she always wears down.
Clothes: Black, green, or dark purple cloak over whatever she's wearing.
Eyes: Dark Brown with flashes of green depending on her mood.
Armor/Weapons/Magic: Mainly dark magic but was apprenticed into the basic form. Has one leather bound spell book that she used to carry with her before she became a vampire.
Other: She has a magic pearl that she wears around her neck in a small metal clasp that's been strung to a chain. The pearl was given to her by her mother when Anne and Jacob had to leave the city. Her father gave her a small wooden dragon that he had brought to life before they left.
Hobbies, Favorites...etc.
Favorite Color(s): Shades of green and dark purple
Hobby/Hobbies: Magic, exploring, reading, writing
Sport(s): none. When she was a child she used to play games in the courtyard with the boys while the other girls watched in shame...
Other: Spends a lot of her time by herself in the forest.
Miscellaneous
Strength(s): Dark magic, Basic Magic
Weakness(es): Any type of magic or creature who uses a higher level of magic than she does.
Other: Magic level is 126
RP Sample:
Anne walked slowly through the forest, the moonlight spilled through the leaves of the trees onto her soft pale skin and she seemed to glow in the darkness of the night.
Hours had passed since she started on this journey through the forest. She had no particular place to go, nowhere to be heading, and, ever since Jacob died, she had no one to talk to...
"Jacob, no!" She cried out, but it was too late. His legs collapsed beneath him and he fell to the floor, a distant look in his glazed-over eyes sent chills down her spine as she held him in her arms. A tear slipped down her cheek and fell upon his face, she kissed his forehead, his cold skin lifeless in every way, and set him down gently where he had fallen. Standing up, she turned to face the other man, the murderer of her only friend and beloved brother. The man known only as the great and powerful, Phantom. She yelled at him a thousand curses in Transylvanian, but he only laughed, and made her angrier. Then, a flat look fell across his face, his laughing slowed to a noisy choking. He grabbed at his throat, and fell to the floor, twitching, grabbing at the ground in desperate attempt to save himself. She watched him in disgust, the forbidden curse of Transylvania was an inescapable one, and he had known it too. He had, in fact, doubted that she could pull it off, but she did it, and here he was, dying at her feet. He fell still, the choking stopped, and his head went limp and smacked against the stone floor. Blood gushed out of his nose from the impact and Anne knew what would happen to her if she didn't get out right away. She grabbed Jacob's body and took off into the forest.
No... It was too late for her too, she was becoming the beast she had kept inside her all this time... and there was no going back until the hunger was tamed, and smelling the blood had started it all over again... Anne was losing control of herself. She sprinted into the mountains, as far away from human civilization as possible, where she could suffer through the pain in isolation...
Name: Anne Porter
Age/Birthday: 18/ February 9, 1412
Birthplace: 14th Century Europe
History: Anne grew up in a small cottage by the river in Magician's palace. When she was 8 years old, Anne and Jacob (11 at the time) had to leave their parents in England because they were considered "cursed" for knowing magic.
Family: Claude(father), Isadora(mother), Jacob(brother)
Pets :A small wooden dragon named Snapp, who comes to life at Anne's call.
Magic or European Colonist: Magic
Other: Anne's a Vampire
General Appearance
Hair color/length: Long, dark brown, mid-back length hair that she always wears down.
Clothes: Black, green, or dark purple cloak over whatever she's wearing.
Eyes: Dark Brown with flashes of green depending on her mood.
Armor/Weapons/Magic: Mainly dark magic but was apprenticed into the basic form. Has one leather bound spell book that she used to carry with her before she became a vampire.
Other: She has a magic pearl that she wears around her neck in a small metal clasp that's been strung to a chain. The pearl was given to her by her mother when Anne and Jacob had to leave the city. Her father gave her a small wooden dragon that he had brought to life before they left.
Hobbies, Favorites...etc.
Favorite Color(s): Shades of green and dark purple
Hobby/Hobbies: Magic, exploring, reading, writing
Sport(s): none. When she was a child she used to play games in the courtyard with the boys while the other girls watched in shame...
Other: Spends a lot of her time by herself in the forest.
Miscellaneous
Strength(s): Dark magic, Basic Magic
Weakness(es): Any type of magic or creature who uses a higher level of magic than she does.
Other: Magic level is 126
RP Sample:
Anne walked slowly through the forest, the moonlight spilled through the leaves of the trees onto her soft pale skin and she seemed to glow in the darkness of the night.
Hours had passed since she started on this journey through the forest. She had no particular place to go, nowhere to be heading, and, ever since Jacob died, she had no one to talk to...
"Jacob, no!" She cried out, but it was too late. His legs collapsed beneath him and he fell to the floor, a distant look in his glazed-over eyes sent chills down her spine as she held him in her arms. A tear slipped down her cheek and fell upon his face, she kissed his forehead, his cold skin lifeless in every way, and set him down gently where he had fallen. Standing up, she turned to face the other man, the murderer of her only friend and beloved brother. The man known only as the great and powerful, Phantom. She yelled at him a thousand curses in Transylvanian, but he only laughed, and made her angrier. Then, a flat look fell across his face, his laughing slowed to a noisy choking. He grabbed at his throat, and fell to the floor, twitching, grabbing at the ground in desperate attempt to save himself. She watched him in disgust, the forbidden curse of Transylvania was an inescapable one, and he had known it too. He had, in fact, doubted that she could pull it off, but she did it, and here he was, dying at her feet. He fell still, the choking stopped, and his head went limp and smacked against the stone floor. Blood gushed out of his nose from the impact and Anne knew what would happen to her if she didn't get out right away. She grabbed Jacob's body and took off into the forest.
No... It was too late for her too, she was becoming the beast she had kept inside her all this time... and there was no going back until the hunger was tamed, and smelling the blood had started it all over again... Anne was losing control of herself. She sprinted into the mountains, as far away from human civilization as possible, where she could suffer through the pain in isolation...