Post by Ella on Jul 25, 2007 19:54:19 GMT -5
Name: Faye
Age: 427- appears 19
Race: You could say she’s a vampire. Sucking emotion instead of blood, almost as important.
Born: Siao (Pronounced- Sigh-ow)
Appearance: Faye’s complexion is completely colorless, (she’s an albino) except for one single black streak in her straight shoulder-length hair. Her eyes are red, unprotected from sunlight; she’s almost gone blind a couple of times. Her skin is so white that you can almost see through her arm when it is held up to the light. Her lack of color prohibits her from going out side with out severe consequences (including: Burns, blindness, and death). When she does go outside her she always wears a cloak over her to protect her skin from the sun. Under her cloak she wears white jeans, white combat boots (no scratches), and a white corset. She has small white wings, and fangs as well.
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Personality: Faye may not be shy, but she is anti-social. She tends to make friends with the more intellectual type. She doesn’t talk much, but she stands around people conversations to get an idea of what type of people they are. Though eventually Faye will warm up to a group of people. She likes to have time alone, away from the world to collect her thoughts of things. If she saw a stranger in the distance she would most likely walk straight past them and pay no attention to them, even if they looked scary.
Family History: Faye’s parents had known she would be albino. For it was a fact that her entire family was alike, completely white with the exception of a streak of black in the hair. They all had the same powers, thanks to an extremely vain member of the family. About a hundred years before her birth a young girl, one of her ancestors, was boasting of her beauty through out the town. An old man bumped into her while he was walking. She cursed and yelled at him about how dirty her skirt was thanks to him. He looked at her and shook his head. He took a deep breath and swallowed her soul and complextion. This had a domino effect on the rest of her family. When they walked into town children cried and wives wailed in terror. They were banished from the city. Ever since then her family had been bleak as the snow.
Family: Before Faye was born her father was arrested for murder and soon after put to death. He was found innocent two weeks later, this had a huge impact on Faye’s mother. After the news of her husband’s innocence she had been depressed and nothing could cure it. This unhappiness grew increasingly larger every year. One day she just couldn’t find good in the world, so Faye was left an orphan. An innocent father killed, and a desperate mother turned suicidal. Faye was left in the care of her seven-year-old brother. Later that year he was found sick in a street gutter. He suffered from a bad case of leukemia, and died two days later. After her brother died she had to fend for herself. The rest of her family had to deal with their own problems; the town was expanding and taking their homes and banning them even farther into the wilderness. Faye managed, but barely. She only went to school once a week, the rest of the time she was working for food and board.
Favorite Colors: Black, gray, silver, white and yellow.
Martial Status: Single
Ability (Strange genetic quirk): Faye can sense emotions by tasting the air, this leads her to her victims. When Faye feels weak in any manner she grows fangs and searches for a being possessing happiness. She bites them and drains their feelings (even the bad ones). When she goes on these rampages almost no one can stop her. Once she has gotten the joy required she returns to her normal state. The victim of her bite is not chosen out of hate or dislike, but just because they were in the wrong place at the wrong time. The victim after being bitten would face an assortment of reactions including: having a mental break down, spill out their darkest secrets, or faint. Though on special occasions she will go after someone.
Hobbies: Ice skating, reading, composing music, and making earrings.
Hated Races: None- pacifist
Rule: You cannot post anything up that up that will degrade another member. you will be banned and the post will be deleted.
(Just for fun) In character sample: “Awaken,” a voice whispered in Faye’s ear. “Awaken my sweet. It is time to rise again. For the miserable never sleep.” Faye’s eyes flashed open, her pupils dilated. Her teeth grew long. She slowly sat up in bed. Her icy feet padded on the hard wood floor. “Follow me.” The voice whispered again. Faye opened her door in a trance and slowly closed it behind her. She wandered down halls she had never seen before. Cases filled with trophies lined the walls. Doors on either side smelled of perfume. One smelled especially strong of perfume. She faced the door and opened it. Her face grayed at the site of a girl with blonde hair who slept soundly. Her instincts kicked in, Faye bent over the girl and bit hard. Sweet life came back to her. Faye returned to her room quietly and began to dream. She awoke to the sound of a scream. So it hadn’t been a dream after all she thought. She had done it again.
*END*
Age: 427- appears 19
Race: You could say she’s a vampire. Sucking emotion instead of blood, almost as important.
Born: Siao (Pronounced- Sigh-ow)
Appearance: Faye’s complexion is completely colorless, (she’s an albino) except for one single black streak in her straight shoulder-length hair. Her eyes are red, unprotected from sunlight; she’s almost gone blind a couple of times. Her skin is so white that you can almost see through her arm when it is held up to the light. Her lack of color prohibits her from going out side with out severe consequences (including: Burns, blindness, and death). When she does go outside her she always wears a cloak over her to protect her skin from the sun. Under her cloak she wears white jeans, white combat boots (no scratches), and a white corset. She has small white wings, and fangs as well.
Personality: Faye may not be shy, but she is anti-social. She tends to make friends with the more intellectual type. She doesn’t talk much, but she stands around people conversations to get an idea of what type of people they are. Though eventually Faye will warm up to a group of people. She likes to have time alone, away from the world to collect her thoughts of things. If she saw a stranger in the distance she would most likely walk straight past them and pay no attention to them, even if they looked scary.
Family History: Faye’s parents had known she would be albino. For it was a fact that her entire family was alike, completely white with the exception of a streak of black in the hair. They all had the same powers, thanks to an extremely vain member of the family. About a hundred years before her birth a young girl, one of her ancestors, was boasting of her beauty through out the town. An old man bumped into her while he was walking. She cursed and yelled at him about how dirty her skirt was thanks to him. He looked at her and shook his head. He took a deep breath and swallowed her soul and complextion. This had a domino effect on the rest of her family. When they walked into town children cried and wives wailed in terror. They were banished from the city. Ever since then her family had been bleak as the snow.
Family: Before Faye was born her father was arrested for murder and soon after put to death. He was found innocent two weeks later, this had a huge impact on Faye’s mother. After the news of her husband’s innocence she had been depressed and nothing could cure it. This unhappiness grew increasingly larger every year. One day she just couldn’t find good in the world, so Faye was left an orphan. An innocent father killed, and a desperate mother turned suicidal. Faye was left in the care of her seven-year-old brother. Later that year he was found sick in a street gutter. He suffered from a bad case of leukemia, and died two days later. After her brother died she had to fend for herself. The rest of her family had to deal with their own problems; the town was expanding and taking their homes and banning them even farther into the wilderness. Faye managed, but barely. She only went to school once a week, the rest of the time she was working for food and board.
Favorite Colors: Black, gray, silver, white and yellow.
Martial Status: Single
Ability (Strange genetic quirk): Faye can sense emotions by tasting the air, this leads her to her victims. When Faye feels weak in any manner she grows fangs and searches for a being possessing happiness. She bites them and drains their feelings (even the bad ones). When she goes on these rampages almost no one can stop her. Once she has gotten the joy required she returns to her normal state. The victim of her bite is not chosen out of hate or dislike, but just because they were in the wrong place at the wrong time. The victim after being bitten would face an assortment of reactions including: having a mental break down, spill out their darkest secrets, or faint. Though on special occasions she will go after someone.
Hobbies: Ice skating, reading, composing music, and making earrings.
Hated Races: None- pacifist
Rule: You cannot post anything up that up that will degrade another member. you will be banned and the post will be deleted.
(Just for fun) In character sample: “Awaken,” a voice whispered in Faye’s ear. “Awaken my sweet. It is time to rise again. For the miserable never sleep.” Faye’s eyes flashed open, her pupils dilated. Her teeth grew long. She slowly sat up in bed. Her icy feet padded on the hard wood floor. “Follow me.” The voice whispered again. Faye opened her door in a trance and slowly closed it behind her. She wandered down halls she had never seen before. Cases filled with trophies lined the walls. Doors on either side smelled of perfume. One smelled especially strong of perfume. She faced the door and opened it. Her face grayed at the site of a girl with blonde hair who slept soundly. Her instincts kicked in, Faye bent over the girl and bit hard. Sweet life came back to her. Faye returned to her room quietly and began to dream. She awoke to the sound of a scream. So it hadn’t been a dream after all she thought. She had done it again.
*END*
