Post by Heaven Leigh on Dec 12, 2006 13:39:55 GMT 10
Character's Name:
Heaven Leigh
Age:
I am now 170 years
Race:
I am of Vampiric blood
Title:
Wanderer
Power(s):
I possess power through song. If I sing a soft lullaby, it sends the enemy to sleep for at least a few minutes. If song is used in accordance with my harp, it stuns the enemy so that they are paralyzed momentarily (usually about 30 seconds)
Coven:
I am not of a coven, I do not enjoy war, but if forced to decide I would side with Audrina and Lestat of Ventana.
Weapon(s):
I consider my harp to be a weapon, as it's music stuns the enemy. Other than that I always carry one small dagger in a hidden sheath on my thigh, and occassionally I will be known to use my bow and arrows.
Appearence:
My main feature would be my eyes. Gray as stone. My eyes reflect the colourless existance I have led since I lost Nathaneal. Before his departure they were a cornflower blue, everyone I had known had complemented my bright, beautiful and cheerful eyes...now they remain stunning in appearence, yet so sad and distant now instead of radiating the happiness they once glowed with. I have long, silky, silvery-blonde tassels that reach down to my buttocks and are rarely tied back in any fashion. My features are considered that of a beautiful young lady, if I never smiled (which I rarely do anyway) people would not realise that I am a vampiress. I have a well shaped, petite nose that is located above full, red lips.
I stand at 5'7, neither too tall nor too short for my liking, and my figure is slim, but not too thin, with only slight curves that complement my appearence. My skin is lilly white and silky soft, a feature that my mother passed onto me. I appear innocent, not a threat...and most of the time I am not, though I am not defenceless by far...
Personality:
I am know to be very quiet, a melancholy mood clouds over me permenantely and keeps me in the shadows of my own gloom. I am a prisoner of my own sadness. It is not that I do not enjoy company, but when I am joined by other beings I find it hard to open up an reveal my true feelings. I am polite and softly spoken, traits which came with being a princess, as I was raised as a 'proper lady' by my mother. I have lost all hope for happiness...which may be the reason that I choose to stay isolated.
Past History:
I was raised as a princess in the land of Bunderberg. My father was unknown to all in the kingdom, as my mother had fallen pregnant to a poor musician and this brought shame upon her name - so she banished him. From a few older servants, I was told that I looked alot like my father. He had the same angelic blonde hair, the same bright, blue eyes and the same soft features. My mother had loved him for only one night and then forgot even his name...which is still unknown to me. My mother was a cruel creature, and her sharp, dark features showed it. Once my father was banished from our kingdom, so too was music banned from my life. Even as a child I had the same passion for music that my father apparently had. I had everything material a young girl could desire, fine clothes, the finest arabians in the land, the finest food...yet these weren't the factors of life I longed for. Ever since I can remember I have longed for freedom and music...which brings to me some sort of freedom of it's own. I was not even allowed outside the castle walls as my mother feared that I may be in danger.
On my 18th birthday, my mother declared that I was to marry some prince from another kingdom. I had met him once before and found him to be a kind young man, but dull and reserved...when I yearned for someone with a wild heart and free spirit. I waited until that night, when the moon was barely visible and the land was so dark that one could barely look down and see their feet. I snuck out of the castle, dressed in a long, black robe, and headed for the stables. Once there, I mounted my favourite mare and raced out of the castle before any guards could react. My mares hooves pounded the soft earth that was covered in green pasture, as we headed toward the forest that was toward the back of the kingdom.
For 3 days I remained hidden in that forest without a bite to eat, or a blink of sleep. I had finally gotten the freedom I had so longed for, yet when I was alone I realised how sheltered my life had been...I did not know how to fend for myself. On the third night I was laying in the long grass while staring at the stars...trying to sleep. My eyes were heavy that I could barely keep them open, yet still I couldn't sleep. I was becoming too thin and I feared for my own death. It was on that night that I heard a rustling of leaves above where I lay, when the most handsome young man I had ever seen dropped out of a tree in front of me. I was afraid as he came closer, I sensed that he wasn't human - but I was too weak to move. He gathered me in his arms and placed me on my mare, mounting her behind me so that he could hold me there, he took us to his cave on the mountain. Once there he placed me on his bed, and spoke to me in a kind voice:
"My name is Nathaneal and I am afraid the only way I can help you, miss, is to make you what I am...a vampire. You are near dead and if you allow me to help you...death will not bother you ever again..."
I allowed him to do what he had to, and in a matter of moments I had regained some of my strength. I looked at the cave for the first time and noticed the small harp sitting in one corner. It was no bigger than a cat, I had never seen a harp so small. Being a lover of music I asked Nathaneal to play me a tune. He agreed to and it was the sweetest music ever hit my ears...and he said the same about my singing. We spent the next century living together in peace, I would sing while he played the harp....until one night one of the village farmers had seen me and told my mother. She sent out all of her guards to retrieve her daughter - only I wasn't her daughter anymore. We were ambushed in our own home, Nathaneal tried his hardest to fight them all off but there was too many...
He told me to run out the hidden exit, but I wouldn't. He demanded that I run...so reluctantly I ran. I mounted my mare who was hidden out the back end of the cave and galloped off into the night. I found somewhere nearby to hide for the next day, and returned to the cave the next night. I walked inside and called his name...no response. I looked for any trace of him...but found nothing. Tears began to flow down my cheeks as I realised what I had lost...my lover and best friend...
Then, something caught the corner of my eye. I noticed the small harp still sitting in the shadows of that one corner. I walked over to it and began to play. I played the saddest tune I had ever heard, I swear that the walls of the cave were crying...as drops of water fell from the rocks. It was then that I knew I couldn't stay...I had to flee that land for good. I took the harp and my horse and began a long journey that would take me to Nullius, where I decided it was far enough away from my home for me to reside at. I choose not to get involved in the war, though that may change in the future...
Interests:
I possess the love of music that runs steadily through my veins, I also enjoy horseback riding, and adore all animals.
Pets:
I own a pure white arabian mare named Sugar. She was my favourite mare from our stables in the castle...some magic must have rubbed off on her as she is extremely old for a horse, yet still appears fit and young. I also own a weimerana dog named Reugar, who had followed me on my journey here.
RP sample:
I sat on the edge of edge of the canyon that divided the land of Nullius. I let my feet dangle into it's vast opening, daring the risk of falling in to my death. The moon was large and full above me, illuminating the land with a soft, silvery glow. I went to the canyon alone, always alone. I hadn't had company since that awful night when my mother took my beloved...that night haunted me like a lingering spirit. I held my harp in my arms and gazed at it's beauty. The small, golden instrument meant everything to me...it was the symbol of the love I had once felt...with teary gray eyes, I plucked at its strings to create a sweet sound, playing the melody that I had first played on that night tragedy...
"I can't write a love song while I feel this way,
I can't sing no song of hope, I've got nothing to say,
I can't fight the feelings that are buried in my brain,
I send this song to you, wherever you are...
...As my harp lies bleeding in my arms..."
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Heaven Leigh
Age:
I am now 170 years
Race:
I am of Vampiric blood
Title:
Wanderer
Power(s):
I possess power through song. If I sing a soft lullaby, it sends the enemy to sleep for at least a few minutes. If song is used in accordance with my harp, it stuns the enemy so that they are paralyzed momentarily (usually about 30 seconds)
Coven:
I am not of a coven, I do not enjoy war, but if forced to decide I would side with Audrina and Lestat of Ventana.
Weapon(s):
I consider my harp to be a weapon, as it's music stuns the enemy. Other than that I always carry one small dagger in a hidden sheath on my thigh, and occassionally I will be known to use my bow and arrows.
Appearence:
My main feature would be my eyes. Gray as stone. My eyes reflect the colourless existance I have led since I lost Nathaneal. Before his departure they were a cornflower blue, everyone I had known had complemented my bright, beautiful and cheerful eyes...now they remain stunning in appearence, yet so sad and distant now instead of radiating the happiness they once glowed with. I have long, silky, silvery-blonde tassels that reach down to my buttocks and are rarely tied back in any fashion. My features are considered that of a beautiful young lady, if I never smiled (which I rarely do anyway) people would not realise that I am a vampiress. I have a well shaped, petite nose that is located above full, red lips.
I stand at 5'7, neither too tall nor too short for my liking, and my figure is slim, but not too thin, with only slight curves that complement my appearence. My skin is lilly white and silky soft, a feature that my mother passed onto me. I appear innocent, not a threat...and most of the time I am not, though I am not defenceless by far...
Personality:
I am know to be very quiet, a melancholy mood clouds over me permenantely and keeps me in the shadows of my own gloom. I am a prisoner of my own sadness. It is not that I do not enjoy company, but when I am joined by other beings I find it hard to open up an reveal my true feelings. I am polite and softly spoken, traits which came with being a princess, as I was raised as a 'proper lady' by my mother. I have lost all hope for happiness...which may be the reason that I choose to stay isolated.
Past History:
I was raised as a princess in the land of Bunderberg. My father was unknown to all in the kingdom, as my mother had fallen pregnant to a poor musician and this brought shame upon her name - so she banished him. From a few older servants, I was told that I looked alot like my father. He had the same angelic blonde hair, the same bright, blue eyes and the same soft features. My mother had loved him for only one night and then forgot even his name...which is still unknown to me. My mother was a cruel creature, and her sharp, dark features showed it. Once my father was banished from our kingdom, so too was music banned from my life. Even as a child I had the same passion for music that my father apparently had. I had everything material a young girl could desire, fine clothes, the finest arabians in the land, the finest food...yet these weren't the factors of life I longed for. Ever since I can remember I have longed for freedom and music...which brings to me some sort of freedom of it's own. I was not even allowed outside the castle walls as my mother feared that I may be in danger.
On my 18th birthday, my mother declared that I was to marry some prince from another kingdom. I had met him once before and found him to be a kind young man, but dull and reserved...when I yearned for someone with a wild heart and free spirit. I waited until that night, when the moon was barely visible and the land was so dark that one could barely look down and see their feet. I snuck out of the castle, dressed in a long, black robe, and headed for the stables. Once there, I mounted my favourite mare and raced out of the castle before any guards could react. My mares hooves pounded the soft earth that was covered in green pasture, as we headed toward the forest that was toward the back of the kingdom.
For 3 days I remained hidden in that forest without a bite to eat, or a blink of sleep. I had finally gotten the freedom I had so longed for, yet when I was alone I realised how sheltered my life had been...I did not know how to fend for myself. On the third night I was laying in the long grass while staring at the stars...trying to sleep. My eyes were heavy that I could barely keep them open, yet still I couldn't sleep. I was becoming too thin and I feared for my own death. It was on that night that I heard a rustling of leaves above where I lay, when the most handsome young man I had ever seen dropped out of a tree in front of me. I was afraid as he came closer, I sensed that he wasn't human - but I was too weak to move. He gathered me in his arms and placed me on my mare, mounting her behind me so that he could hold me there, he took us to his cave on the mountain. Once there he placed me on his bed, and spoke to me in a kind voice:
"My name is Nathaneal and I am afraid the only way I can help you, miss, is to make you what I am...a vampire. You are near dead and if you allow me to help you...death will not bother you ever again..."
I allowed him to do what he had to, and in a matter of moments I had regained some of my strength. I looked at the cave for the first time and noticed the small harp sitting in one corner. It was no bigger than a cat, I had never seen a harp so small. Being a lover of music I asked Nathaneal to play me a tune. He agreed to and it was the sweetest music ever hit my ears...and he said the same about my singing. We spent the next century living together in peace, I would sing while he played the harp....until one night one of the village farmers had seen me and told my mother. She sent out all of her guards to retrieve her daughter - only I wasn't her daughter anymore. We were ambushed in our own home, Nathaneal tried his hardest to fight them all off but there was too many...
He told me to run out the hidden exit, but I wouldn't. He demanded that I run...so reluctantly I ran. I mounted my mare who was hidden out the back end of the cave and galloped off into the night. I found somewhere nearby to hide for the next day, and returned to the cave the next night. I walked inside and called his name...no response. I looked for any trace of him...but found nothing. Tears began to flow down my cheeks as I realised what I had lost...my lover and best friend...
Then, something caught the corner of my eye. I noticed the small harp still sitting in the shadows of that one corner. I walked over to it and began to play. I played the saddest tune I had ever heard, I swear that the walls of the cave were crying...as drops of water fell from the rocks. It was then that I knew I couldn't stay...I had to flee that land for good. I took the harp and my horse and began a long journey that would take me to Nullius, where I decided it was far enough away from my home for me to reside at. I choose not to get involved in the war, though that may change in the future...
Interests:
I possess the love of music that runs steadily through my veins, I also enjoy horseback riding, and adore all animals.
Pets:
I own a pure white arabian mare named Sugar. She was my favourite mare from our stables in the castle...some magic must have rubbed off on her as she is extremely old for a horse, yet still appears fit and young. I also own a weimerana dog named Reugar, who had followed me on my journey here.
RP sample:
I sat on the edge of edge of the canyon that divided the land of Nullius. I let my feet dangle into it's vast opening, daring the risk of falling in to my death. The moon was large and full above me, illuminating the land with a soft, silvery glow. I went to the canyon alone, always alone. I hadn't had company since that awful night when my mother took my beloved...that night haunted me like a lingering spirit. I held my harp in my arms and gazed at it's beauty. The small, golden instrument meant everything to me...it was the symbol of the love I had once felt...with teary gray eyes, I plucked at its strings to create a sweet sound, playing the melody that I had first played on that night tragedy...
"I can't write a love song while I feel this way,
I can't sing no song of hope, I've got nothing to say,
I can't fight the feelings that are buried in my brain,
I send this song to you, wherever you are...
...As my harp lies bleeding in my arms..."
Optional Information:
My pets:
Picture of the character:
In siggy