Post by Ariah on Dec 1, 2006 14:16:36 GMT 10
Character's Name:
Ariah Knautia Rohm
Age:
260
Race:
Vampire
Title:
Warrior
Powers:
Ariah has the ability to control the weather, to change it on a whim. Sometimes it changes in reaction to her mood or feelings. She also has highly developed senses, helping her detect danger before others, usually.
Coven:
She is loyal to Ventana to the death.
Weapons:
Ariah carries one sword on her left side at all times. It is a strong blade with a simple black leather hilt. She also carries two daggers under the top of her pants. One can be found just in front of her right hip and the other can be found over her spine.
Appearance:
Ariah’s skin, like all vampires, is pale and soft; her physical body only appears to be twenty five, is well toned with slightly over average curves. She stands at the height of five feet and eight inches while her weight is somewhere around one sixty. Her eyes change from their natural red color to a black if she is in a bad mood or extremely angry. Her hair, a dark brown color, goes just past her shoulders by a few inches and flows down in gentle rolling waves. She also has her own preference of attire. Unless she will be fighting she usually wears silk long-sleeve shirts. The material does not cling to her arms and it comes down around half of her hand. She wears black leather pants that, unlike her shirt, clings to her and is worn low on her hips. She doesn't wear shoes. She never did like them, even as a mortal.
Personality:
Ariah often comes off as an easy-going person who never attends large parties, if she goes at all. She has a reputation for doing whatever takes her fancy, though that is not always true. She has been faced with choices, as everyone else, and sometimes she wouldn’t even rest for a few weeks trying to figure it out, since whichever decision she made would kill people, but which people did she want to let die? She takes death very seriously. She feeds off humans once a month and relies on animal blood for the rest of her nourishment. Sometimes, often rarely, she can have a tendency to innocently (as far as innocence goes) flirt. Also, while her curiosity often gets the better of her, she can keep a secret like few others ever could.
Past History:
The first twenty-four years of her life were average, though she did act a bit strange from time to time. Often she would go off on her own and disappear for hours, unseen even when people passed right by her. Of course, it was during her twenty fifth year the storms came in a series. The first one took most of her family away from her, leaving one brother and three sisters, including her, left to battle for their lives for the next month. The second storm did not kill anyone, but the third storm took her sisters away and the fourth took her brother.
There was a fifth and final storm, but it felt different. This one felt as though someone were actually creating it so they could gain entry. It was that night she died, or rather died and became something so much more powerful and invulnerable. Since then she has learned and practiced anything that was available.
She learned about Nullius when the butterfly was set free and two covens were formed. Before she decided if she wanted to join either she studied their actions and their past actions. The more she looked into it the more she felt her siding with the Ventana clan and eventually she did make her choice. Now here she is, loyal to the death and willing to fight for whatever cause they gave.
Interests:
Ariah likes to learn, because her mortal life had very little learning in it. Some of her favorite hobbies are horseback riding, playing the piano and the violin, and staying out late at night staring at the moon.
Pets:
Her companion is a silver she-wolf named Aranel.
RP sample:
The night was ink black and the wind was screaming outside the window, trying to get in. The candle light flickered, threatening to go out and a young girl stared at it with wide eyes. ‘Please don’t go out, please don’t go out. I can’t stand the dark, please don’t go out.’ She thought this to herself every time the light flickered, and she let out a small breath of relief when it strengthened again. There were forces creeping up on the house, forces few mortals ever desired to talk about or reveal any information about. The wind forced its way through cracks in the walls. The girl shivered. There was no one else in the house and this had never happened to the twenty five year old girl before.
The window broke, no, it shattered into hundreds of pieces and the screaming wind tore into the room, snuffing out any and all light. The girl bit back a sob when she literally felt something enter the room, something dangerous and powerful. It came to her with the liquid movements of a cat and she couldn’t help but flinch away from the cold fingers that touched her cheek. Lightning flashed and she saw the being standing there. He was gorgeous, so beautiful it took her breath away. The darkness returned but she could still see him in her mind and she momentarily forgot to breathe. But then he was next to her and he was saying something that she didn’t understand… her mind didn’t register the words. As he murmured words he exposed her neck, and then sunk his teeth into the tender skin.
Ariah opened her eyes and stared into the darkness of the room. She’d had that dream several times, but it wasn’t a nightmare as many would consider it, it was just a memory. It was a memory of her transition into a new life after she had lost everything to the previous storms.
Lifting herself from the bed she left the building to head into the caressing darkness. Everything was too quiet, so she lifted a wind that brought the sound of the leaves rustling and brought a smell of herbs for some reason. When she was satisfied the wind would maintain she walked over to a tree and sat, leaning back against it and stared up at the full moon. The moon was at half wane on the night she changed. But the moon had so much beauty to gaze upon, if she had breath it would be taken away constantly by the sight. It was glorious. Humans preferred the sun to the moon usually, and she did not see how. She supposed they needed the warmth and the growth of the plants. Yes, nature was lovely and she was thankful the sun helped things grow, but her preference would always be the moon.
Optional Information:
I apologize if some of this is rather short. It tends to be unless I spend hours on it.
Ariah Knautia Rohm
Age:
260
Race:
Vampire
Title:
Warrior
Powers:
Ariah has the ability to control the weather, to change it on a whim. Sometimes it changes in reaction to her mood or feelings. She also has highly developed senses, helping her detect danger before others, usually.
Coven:
She is loyal to Ventana to the death.
Weapons:
Ariah carries one sword on her left side at all times. It is a strong blade with a simple black leather hilt. She also carries two daggers under the top of her pants. One can be found just in front of her right hip and the other can be found over her spine.
Appearance:
Ariah’s skin, like all vampires, is pale and soft; her physical body only appears to be twenty five, is well toned with slightly over average curves. She stands at the height of five feet and eight inches while her weight is somewhere around one sixty. Her eyes change from their natural red color to a black if she is in a bad mood or extremely angry. Her hair, a dark brown color, goes just past her shoulders by a few inches and flows down in gentle rolling waves. She also has her own preference of attire. Unless she will be fighting she usually wears silk long-sleeve shirts. The material does not cling to her arms and it comes down around half of her hand. She wears black leather pants that, unlike her shirt, clings to her and is worn low on her hips. She doesn't wear shoes. She never did like them, even as a mortal.
Personality:
Ariah often comes off as an easy-going person who never attends large parties, if she goes at all. She has a reputation for doing whatever takes her fancy, though that is not always true. She has been faced with choices, as everyone else, and sometimes she wouldn’t even rest for a few weeks trying to figure it out, since whichever decision she made would kill people, but which people did she want to let die? She takes death very seriously. She feeds off humans once a month and relies on animal blood for the rest of her nourishment. Sometimes, often rarely, she can have a tendency to innocently (as far as innocence goes) flirt. Also, while her curiosity often gets the better of her, she can keep a secret like few others ever could.
Past History:
The first twenty-four years of her life were average, though she did act a bit strange from time to time. Often she would go off on her own and disappear for hours, unseen even when people passed right by her. Of course, it was during her twenty fifth year the storms came in a series. The first one took most of her family away from her, leaving one brother and three sisters, including her, left to battle for their lives for the next month. The second storm did not kill anyone, but the third storm took her sisters away and the fourth took her brother.
There was a fifth and final storm, but it felt different. This one felt as though someone were actually creating it so they could gain entry. It was that night she died, or rather died and became something so much more powerful and invulnerable. Since then she has learned and practiced anything that was available.
She learned about Nullius when the butterfly was set free and two covens were formed. Before she decided if she wanted to join either she studied their actions and their past actions. The more she looked into it the more she felt her siding with the Ventana clan and eventually she did make her choice. Now here she is, loyal to the death and willing to fight for whatever cause they gave.
Interests:
Ariah likes to learn, because her mortal life had very little learning in it. Some of her favorite hobbies are horseback riding, playing the piano and the violin, and staying out late at night staring at the moon.
Pets:
Her companion is a silver she-wolf named Aranel.
RP sample:
The night was ink black and the wind was screaming outside the window, trying to get in. The candle light flickered, threatening to go out and a young girl stared at it with wide eyes. ‘Please don’t go out, please don’t go out. I can’t stand the dark, please don’t go out.’ She thought this to herself every time the light flickered, and she let out a small breath of relief when it strengthened again. There were forces creeping up on the house, forces few mortals ever desired to talk about or reveal any information about. The wind forced its way through cracks in the walls. The girl shivered. There was no one else in the house and this had never happened to the twenty five year old girl before.
The window broke, no, it shattered into hundreds of pieces and the screaming wind tore into the room, snuffing out any and all light. The girl bit back a sob when she literally felt something enter the room, something dangerous and powerful. It came to her with the liquid movements of a cat and she couldn’t help but flinch away from the cold fingers that touched her cheek. Lightning flashed and she saw the being standing there. He was gorgeous, so beautiful it took her breath away. The darkness returned but she could still see him in her mind and she momentarily forgot to breathe. But then he was next to her and he was saying something that she didn’t understand… her mind didn’t register the words. As he murmured words he exposed her neck, and then sunk his teeth into the tender skin.
Ariah opened her eyes and stared into the darkness of the room. She’d had that dream several times, but it wasn’t a nightmare as many would consider it, it was just a memory. It was a memory of her transition into a new life after she had lost everything to the previous storms.
Lifting herself from the bed she left the building to head into the caressing darkness. Everything was too quiet, so she lifted a wind that brought the sound of the leaves rustling and brought a smell of herbs for some reason. When she was satisfied the wind would maintain she walked over to a tree and sat, leaning back against it and stared up at the full moon. The moon was at half wane on the night she changed. But the moon had so much beauty to gaze upon, if she had breath it would be taken away constantly by the sight. It was glorious. Humans preferred the sun to the moon usually, and she did not see how. She supposed they needed the warmth and the growth of the plants. Yes, nature was lovely and she was thankful the sun helped things grow, but her preference would always be the moon.
Optional Information:
I apologize if some of this is rather short. It tends to be unless I spend hours on it.