Post by Zayne on Jan 4, 2007 12:45:50 GMT 10
Character's Name:
Zayne
Age:
176
Race:
Vampire
Title:
Master
Power(s):
I posses the power to almost disappear. I blend in with my surroundings like a chameleon to confuse the enemy. Also, being of an artistic type, I have a keen eye. I can see the smallest of details and can read expressions with much skill.
Coven:
Covenless
Weapon(s):
Broad sword, dagger and a whip
Appearence:
My appearence is what most would call handsome. I stand proudly at 6'4 and I'm built like a true warrior, with large muscles spread evenly over my body. My hair is of the darkest ebony and my eyes are of a deep amber, almost appearing black from a distance, but revealing their true colour as the distance disappears. I have a strong, square jaw and soft, full lips. My skin is pale, yet holds a light, bronze colour. My nose is neither too long nor short, and it's chiseled to an appealing shape.
Personality:
I am known to be the quiet one, not speaking unless necessary. My mood is often mundane from the pain that my past life brought me. I do not enjoy to fight, though I will fight with a passion for the ones I care about. I am not one to enjoy solitude, but rather accept it. I am used to being alone, it does not frighten me anymore...though when I meet beings I can trust, I enjoy their company well enough to open up...slowly...
Past History:
I served my Queen from the moment of birth, I had no choice...for I had noone else...
My mother was once the most famous artist in our home town of Numbugga, I have seen her works which are truly nothing less than remarkable...so life-like...though her career was short-lived, my father died just after my conception, turning her to the 'comforts' of alcohol...and she began to theive horses. She was caught by the Queen of our lands, trying to steal a royal stallion and was thrown into the dungeon at the ninth month of pregnancy...where I was to be born.
The Queen pitied me and took me from my mother, explaining that a child should not be raised in such a place. I was raised as a prince, although everyone knew that I was not of royal blood. My childhood was good, I had everything a young boy could have wanted, but I knew that my real mother was wasting away in the dungeon and I could not see her, ever. I began to show her talent too, drawing and painting scenes that were as exceptional as works of the royal artist. The Queen knew of my talent and even gave me a small studio in which I could paint whatever I dreamed.
When I grew into a man, at the age of 20, the Queen was bitten by one of the vampires who hid on the mountain near Numbugga. Her personality completely changed to one of blood lusting and possessing power. She would feed off of the prisoners to begin with, and then began to feed off of the towns people. I could not stand to see what was happening around me, so I concocted a well planned escape.
On the night of my escape, the Queen found me mounted on my stallion and became furious, knowing what I was about to do. She attacked me and changed me into what I am now. I only just managed to leave that place, and once I was free of Numbugga, I began my journey here.
Interests:
I still possess the passion to draw and paint, and I carry a notebook and pencil with me wherever I go. It is my escape, and my only tie to my mother...
Pets:
I own one Gypsy Vanner stallion (my stallion from the castle in Numbugga) named Apache
I also own a golden eagle, who followed me here to Nullius and bacame a good companion. I named her Alias
RP sample:
My amber eyes focussed so intensly that they began to hurt and strain, yet I could not look away. My hand worked like a madman, moving in short spasms to create the line or shade that I wanted. My notebook began to show signs of what was to fill this page, a drawing of the two castles that stood miles ahead of me. I could feel their anguish and frustration as I moved their forms onto my paper, a mirror image of what was just ahead of me.
Finally, I lifted my pencil and gazed at what I had drawn. I smiled in satisfaction at what I saw on the page, for my interpretation of Nullius portrayed the same uneasy feeling that one could feel here. One could look at this page and be filled with terror, without even seeing the true source of which it came from. I put aside my book and looked to the star filled sky, sighing and wondering about my mother. My whole life I only saw one of her works, and the incredible image still stayed fresh in my mind. Oh, how I wished to see more of it, learn more...but all I could do was view my own works as ones of her talent...
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Zayne
Age:
176
Race:
Vampire
Title:
Master
Power(s):
I posses the power to almost disappear. I blend in with my surroundings like a chameleon to confuse the enemy. Also, being of an artistic type, I have a keen eye. I can see the smallest of details and can read expressions with much skill.
Coven:
Covenless
Weapon(s):
Broad sword, dagger and a whip
Appearence:
My appearence is what most would call handsome. I stand proudly at 6'4 and I'm built like a true warrior, with large muscles spread evenly over my body. My hair is of the darkest ebony and my eyes are of a deep amber, almost appearing black from a distance, but revealing their true colour as the distance disappears. I have a strong, square jaw and soft, full lips. My skin is pale, yet holds a light, bronze colour. My nose is neither too long nor short, and it's chiseled to an appealing shape.
Personality:
I am known to be the quiet one, not speaking unless necessary. My mood is often mundane from the pain that my past life brought me. I do not enjoy to fight, though I will fight with a passion for the ones I care about. I am not one to enjoy solitude, but rather accept it. I am used to being alone, it does not frighten me anymore...though when I meet beings I can trust, I enjoy their company well enough to open up...slowly...
Past History:
I served my Queen from the moment of birth, I had no choice...for I had noone else...
My mother was once the most famous artist in our home town of Numbugga, I have seen her works which are truly nothing less than remarkable...so life-like...though her career was short-lived, my father died just after my conception, turning her to the 'comforts' of alcohol...and she began to theive horses. She was caught by the Queen of our lands, trying to steal a royal stallion and was thrown into the dungeon at the ninth month of pregnancy...where I was to be born.
The Queen pitied me and took me from my mother, explaining that a child should not be raised in such a place. I was raised as a prince, although everyone knew that I was not of royal blood. My childhood was good, I had everything a young boy could have wanted, but I knew that my real mother was wasting away in the dungeon and I could not see her, ever. I began to show her talent too, drawing and painting scenes that were as exceptional as works of the royal artist. The Queen knew of my talent and even gave me a small studio in which I could paint whatever I dreamed.
When I grew into a man, at the age of 20, the Queen was bitten by one of the vampires who hid on the mountain near Numbugga. Her personality completely changed to one of blood lusting and possessing power. She would feed off of the prisoners to begin with, and then began to feed off of the towns people. I could not stand to see what was happening around me, so I concocted a well planned escape.
On the night of my escape, the Queen found me mounted on my stallion and became furious, knowing what I was about to do. She attacked me and changed me into what I am now. I only just managed to leave that place, and once I was free of Numbugga, I began my journey here.
Interests:
I still possess the passion to draw and paint, and I carry a notebook and pencil with me wherever I go. It is my escape, and my only tie to my mother...
Pets:
I own one Gypsy Vanner stallion (my stallion from the castle in Numbugga) named Apache
I also own a golden eagle, who followed me here to Nullius and bacame a good companion. I named her Alias
RP sample:
My amber eyes focussed so intensly that they began to hurt and strain, yet I could not look away. My hand worked like a madman, moving in short spasms to create the line or shade that I wanted. My notebook began to show signs of what was to fill this page, a drawing of the two castles that stood miles ahead of me. I could feel their anguish and frustration as I moved their forms onto my paper, a mirror image of what was just ahead of me.
Finally, I lifted my pencil and gazed at what I had drawn. I smiled in satisfaction at what I saw on the page, for my interpretation of Nullius portrayed the same uneasy feeling that one could feel here. One could look at this page and be filled with terror, without even seeing the true source of which it came from. I put aside my book and looked to the star filled sky, sighing and wondering about my mother. My whole life I only saw one of her works, and the incredible image still stayed fresh in my mind. Oh, how I wished to see more of it, learn more...but all I could do was view my own works as ones of her talent...
Optional Information:
Picture of the character:
In signature