Post by Acicils Dancecider on Feb 20, 2007 21:14:52 GMT -5
Character Name:Acicils Dancecider
Character Age:1,679, Rather young for a Vampiress.(looks nineteen)
Race: Vampire
Personality: Most people have the idea that all vampires are the same, mean and ruthless. Unlike that idea though, Acicils is rather sweet to most people, but rather harsh to her own kind and those who treat her badly. She is brave and headstrong which is a rather odd combination, that mostly causes rather severe injuries.
Appearance:Acicils appears rather young she seems to be around the age of nineteen. This vampiress has silver peering eyes which always seem to give a haunting stare. Her lips are full and are a deep blood red color, as if the blood she has drained from others had forever stained her lips. Her skin complexion is very pale and usually captures the moon light when she is out haunting. She has a soft look to her face and high cheek bones. Acicils stands about 5’8 she has long legs which allow her to move with agile and nimble steps.
Alignment: Acicils is Neutral but is leaning towards the good side.
Biography-
Family Background:
Mortal Family: Unlike most the vampires in her clan Acicils did have a mortal family. She was raised in a small village and always heard about the monsters that lurked in the forest. Her mother and father were both truly young when they had her and she was the only child they could have. When Acicils got older she met and nice man who treated her right and got her almost anything she wanted. One night she had found out she was pregnant; she noticed her stomach was getting bigger. A few years later she was happy and had a family that she always wanted but Acicils was still growing up herself.
Clan: This is the family she has grown to know over the years, the first part of her life is a blur now since she has been involved with her clan. Acicils was very hostel towards the other vampires when she was first turned; it took her almost 300 years to understand she could never go back to her family, even though she knew they were dead. Her clan is her one and only family, they look after each other but aren’t as loyal as one would hope. They would save their elder over themselves but they would save themselves over the younger ones. Acicils had to find that one out the hard way.
History:
On a misty night when the moon was full, a beautiful human baby girl was born to a young peasant couple. They had fallen in love when they first saw each other in front of the castle that they had grown up close too. The young adult raised Acicils with all the care they could and warned her of the dangers of the forest around her house. But as being as young as she was Acicils would always go explore around in it, she was never harmed. As she got older, around seventeen or eighteen, Acicils began to stay in the forest more and more, hunting small animals to help feed her family.
Walking around in a ragged dress her brown silky brown hair pulled back and tied up in a brown strip of cloth, Acicils peered through the forest. Her purple eyes caught the light of the setting sun as is slowly fell behind the horizon of trees. She always thought it was the perfect time to go explore. Tossing her rump sack over her left shoulder she set out after kissing her mum and dad good bye and said she would be back with dinner. Acicil's heartbeat was fast as she got deeper into the forest, further than she had ever gone before.
But then her heartbeat slowed down when she stepped foot in the opening of a grave yard, a farley old grave yard to. The tombs of the dead were opened but she didn't dare go down there for fear of what might live there. Then again...she thought she didn’t do a lot of things but always did. Letting her hands graze against the cold brick wall as she walked down the flight of stair. The darkness was overwhelming and her eyes never did against but she continued to use her hand to guide her along.
After maybe an hour of searching franticly Acicils found herself in a dead end, her eyes barely caught any light. Hot tears streamed down her face as she sobbed in the dark, fear had over come her making Acicils shake uncontrollably. Hearing footsteps in the distance didn’t help either, placing her cold hands over her eyes she tried to block out the noise, but they soon fell down. Hearing a hollow raspy voice speak in a different language, “eu putea fler vostru sangera clocotit dedesubt vostru piele.” When something cold pierced her neck she tried to pry whom or what ever bite her but was not successful. Acicils felt her head get lighter; her body fell on the ground as the blood was being sucked from her body.
When Acicils didn't come back they family tried to find her, but they never did. For all they knew she was dead, but the truth was she wasn't...well not in a way. Acicils was her trying to start her life; she hadn't any memory of where she came from.
Other:
:Disadvantages:
She fears her own kind and others whom seem tougher than her.
Her left arm is a little slow when it comes to handling a sword.
Acicils freezes up when with ANY sign of light.
More: Acicils Can hold a sword and is swift with it, of course not as swift as an Elf or as strong as a Dwarf; but she has talent with swords and daggers.
Yes she had a daughter when she was rather young when she was a mortal.
Sample Role Play of your character:
“The moon always holds mystery… At least that’s what my mortal mother told me.”A Haunting voice filled the graveyard, along with little children’s giggles and whispers. The graveyard was surrounded by a thick forest that seemed extremely hard to travel through. But why would you travel through thickets of trees when in fact you could fly. Although the kids that sat around the young women with the haunting voice looked rather usual, they all were different, they all were vampires.
”Yes laugh my younglings I was a mortal once myself. I had a mother and a father….and even a young daughter. She was amazingly beautiful,” The young vampires looked up at her in awe as she talked about her family, about mortals they feed on, some of the children looked up at her in disgust. The women leaned over and touched a few of their heads and flashed her fangs in a sly smile.” but of course not as beautiful as you.” The women who spoke was named Acicils Dancecider, well that’s the name her Elder (mistress, oldest vampire) gave her. Her fair skin shinned in the moon light as her milk chocolate hair blew in the brisk wind. The young vampires whom sat around her feet were not her own but that of her sisters and brothers. She had not barred any children nor did she wish to.
Standing on the large tomb Acicils passed around on it, dragging her fingers across the cold concrete cross. She felt a small tingle run through her spine as the children stood up and touched the cross. Not knowing why they did that Acicils continued.
“As I said before the moon holds mystery…It allows us to travel outside without fear of the sun. Yet it releases horrible monsters into the night.” One of the vampiress took her hand off the statue and turned around, reaching for her neck she felt two gashes on it. Dropping her hand she began to walk away, the other did not notice, well all but Acicils didn’t notice.” Even though it was more than 1,00 years ago.. I still remember lessons my mortal mother taught me. Before I was bitten I thought these creatures were us….but now I know otherwise.” As she told Her story she kept her eyes on the little child that walked away.
The story was a long one that was meant to scare the little vampires from going beyond their boarders. It always worked but always ended up with the children being scarred for a few months which were not long at all because they were all at least a few hundred years old. Well all of them except the girl that walked away, her name was Ophelia she had been bitten earlier that year, her memory was fresh and filled with her family. The girl was only nine, she was eight years younger than Acicils when she was bitten. Those two were the only ones in the clan whom was not a pure blood vampire.
((I'm sorry if my history and background story and sample roleplay are mixed up and say diffrent things...not sure what I was writting cause it took me a little while to do it so yeah...lol))
Character Age:1,679, Rather young for a Vampiress.(looks nineteen)
Race: Vampire
Personality: Most people have the idea that all vampires are the same, mean and ruthless. Unlike that idea though, Acicils is rather sweet to most people, but rather harsh to her own kind and those who treat her badly. She is brave and headstrong which is a rather odd combination, that mostly causes rather severe injuries.
Appearance:Acicils appears rather young she seems to be around the age of nineteen. This vampiress has silver peering eyes which always seem to give a haunting stare. Her lips are full and are a deep blood red color, as if the blood she has drained from others had forever stained her lips. Her skin complexion is very pale and usually captures the moon light when she is out haunting. She has a soft look to her face and high cheek bones. Acicils stands about 5’8 she has long legs which allow her to move with agile and nimble steps.
Alignment: Acicils is Neutral but is leaning towards the good side.
Biography-
Family Background:
Mortal Family: Unlike most the vampires in her clan Acicils did have a mortal family. She was raised in a small village and always heard about the monsters that lurked in the forest. Her mother and father were both truly young when they had her and she was the only child they could have. When Acicils got older she met and nice man who treated her right and got her almost anything she wanted. One night she had found out she was pregnant; she noticed her stomach was getting bigger. A few years later she was happy and had a family that she always wanted but Acicils was still growing up herself.
Clan: This is the family she has grown to know over the years, the first part of her life is a blur now since she has been involved with her clan. Acicils was very hostel towards the other vampires when she was first turned; it took her almost 300 years to understand she could never go back to her family, even though she knew they were dead. Her clan is her one and only family, they look after each other but aren’t as loyal as one would hope. They would save their elder over themselves but they would save themselves over the younger ones. Acicils had to find that one out the hard way.
History:
On a misty night when the moon was full, a beautiful human baby girl was born to a young peasant couple. They had fallen in love when they first saw each other in front of the castle that they had grown up close too. The young adult raised Acicils with all the care they could and warned her of the dangers of the forest around her house. But as being as young as she was Acicils would always go explore around in it, she was never harmed. As she got older, around seventeen or eighteen, Acicils began to stay in the forest more and more, hunting small animals to help feed her family.
Walking around in a ragged dress her brown silky brown hair pulled back and tied up in a brown strip of cloth, Acicils peered through the forest. Her purple eyes caught the light of the setting sun as is slowly fell behind the horizon of trees. She always thought it was the perfect time to go explore. Tossing her rump sack over her left shoulder she set out after kissing her mum and dad good bye and said she would be back with dinner. Acicil's heartbeat was fast as she got deeper into the forest, further than she had ever gone before.
But then her heartbeat slowed down when she stepped foot in the opening of a grave yard, a farley old grave yard to. The tombs of the dead were opened but she didn't dare go down there for fear of what might live there. Then again...she thought she didn’t do a lot of things but always did. Letting her hands graze against the cold brick wall as she walked down the flight of stair. The darkness was overwhelming and her eyes never did against but she continued to use her hand to guide her along.
After maybe an hour of searching franticly Acicils found herself in a dead end, her eyes barely caught any light. Hot tears streamed down her face as she sobbed in the dark, fear had over come her making Acicils shake uncontrollably. Hearing footsteps in the distance didn’t help either, placing her cold hands over her eyes she tried to block out the noise, but they soon fell down. Hearing a hollow raspy voice speak in a different language, “eu putea fler vostru sangera clocotit dedesubt vostru piele.” When something cold pierced her neck she tried to pry whom or what ever bite her but was not successful. Acicils felt her head get lighter; her body fell on the ground as the blood was being sucked from her body.
When Acicils didn't come back they family tried to find her, but they never did. For all they knew she was dead, but the truth was she wasn't...well not in a way. Acicils was her trying to start her life; she hadn't any memory of where she came from.
Other:
:Disadvantages:
She fears her own kind and others whom seem tougher than her.
Her left arm is a little slow when it comes to handling a sword.
Acicils freezes up when with ANY sign of light.
More: Acicils Can hold a sword and is swift with it, of course not as swift as an Elf or as strong as a Dwarf; but she has talent with swords and daggers.
Yes she had a daughter when she was rather young when she was a mortal.
Sample Role Play of your character:
“The moon always holds mystery… At least that’s what my mortal mother told me.”A Haunting voice filled the graveyard, along with little children’s giggles and whispers. The graveyard was surrounded by a thick forest that seemed extremely hard to travel through. But why would you travel through thickets of trees when in fact you could fly. Although the kids that sat around the young women with the haunting voice looked rather usual, they all were different, they all were vampires.
”Yes laugh my younglings I was a mortal once myself. I had a mother and a father….and even a young daughter. She was amazingly beautiful,” The young vampires looked up at her in awe as she talked about her family, about mortals they feed on, some of the children looked up at her in disgust. The women leaned over and touched a few of their heads and flashed her fangs in a sly smile.” but of course not as beautiful as you.” The women who spoke was named Acicils Dancecider, well that’s the name her Elder (mistress, oldest vampire) gave her. Her fair skin shinned in the moon light as her milk chocolate hair blew in the brisk wind. The young vampires whom sat around her feet were not her own but that of her sisters and brothers. She had not barred any children nor did she wish to.
Standing on the large tomb Acicils passed around on it, dragging her fingers across the cold concrete cross. She felt a small tingle run through her spine as the children stood up and touched the cross. Not knowing why they did that Acicils continued.
“As I said before the moon holds mystery…It allows us to travel outside without fear of the sun. Yet it releases horrible monsters into the night.” One of the vampiress took her hand off the statue and turned around, reaching for her neck she felt two gashes on it. Dropping her hand she began to walk away, the other did not notice, well all but Acicils didn’t notice.” Even though it was more than 1,00 years ago.. I still remember lessons my mortal mother taught me. Before I was bitten I thought these creatures were us….but now I know otherwise.” As she told Her story she kept her eyes on the little child that walked away.
The story was a long one that was meant to scare the little vampires from going beyond their boarders. It always worked but always ended up with the children being scarred for a few months which were not long at all because they were all at least a few hundred years old. Well all of them except the girl that walked away, her name was Ophelia she had been bitten earlier that year, her memory was fresh and filled with her family. The girl was only nine, she was eight years younger than Acicils when she was bitten. Those two were the only ones in the clan whom was not a pure blood vampire.
((I'm sorry if my history and background story and sample roleplay are mixed up and say diffrent things...not sure what I was writting cause it took me a little while to do it so yeah...lol))
