Post by Jocelyn on Jul 14, 2008 0:02:39 GMT -5
Name: Jocelyn Rose D'Pointe
Age: 21 when sired
Gender: Female
Race: Vampire
Sexuality: bisexual
Appearence: Jocelyn is quite tall for her age, standing straight at 5'10. Her lithe form is wrapped in porcelain skin with a small stream of freckles along her nose and cheeks. Her hair cascades in auburn ringlets to her waist, a stream of bands occasionally falling in front of her eyes. Her feline-like eyes are a piercing emerald flicked with speck of golden light under a set of long dark lashes. Her thin nose falls just above bow-shaped lips of a pale crimson color.
Personality: When she was young her parents died leaving her in an unknown world. She became naturally shy and independent learning to live on her own. Everything she had to go through being alone brought her up to be strong-willed and cunning in the streets.
Clothing: Mostly her attire consists of a simple red dress, a tight bodice on top while the rest of the dress falls down her to the ground with an array of silken fabric. The sleeves billow slightly and hang off her fragile shoulders. Occasionally when the mood hits her she will wear form-fitting black pants with a tight white tunic under a short red french renaissance frock coat and a black top hat with a long red sash.
History: Jocelyn was born in England many years ago to Johnathon and Evelyn DePointe. She had no other siblings and was a happy child in their small 3 bedroom home in the outskirts of the city. Her parents were always there for her, teaching her the ways of the world, how to read and write, and even to paint. Her father was the one that inspired her love and passion of the arts and the world around her. She had never been happier, until her 8th birthday. Her parents had gone out to buy some presents, leaving her home to wait impatiently; as she did every year. Except this year her parents never came home. The clock struck midnight and they were still not home, she waited days, weeks, months; no one came to her. She never found out what happened to her parents, she left the home she lived in for eight years and choose the life of an orphan, traveling the streets hoping one day to find her parents. Her 21st birthday rolled around, in those 13 years she learned a lot of life and the mind and had what some called street smarts. Though it was not good enough, for she had met a man; Daeron. At the time he seemed like a sweet man until that night. He told her to meet him in the park outside one of the many forests, her favorite forest to be exact. She did not expect the events that were to occur that night, turns out Daeron was a vampire. How could she not have known after many a year? Her last thoughts before joining the undead was she only wished she could see her parents once more.
Other:
Father's name: Johnathon Chris DePointe
Mother's name: Evelyn Amor Harker
-she's a slight sadomasochist.
-she has a temper that when provoked can turn ugly.
-She loves grapes.
-she thinks she falls in love
-she has a thing for wanting closure
RP sample: Jocelyn walked about the foggy streets of England, her red dress on just as he had asked. She smiled as she thought about Daeron. They had met only a few months ago but she had never felt such love for another since her father was alive.
That morning Daeron had asked that she met him at midnight in the local park in the outskirts of town, he said it was a surprise and that she should wear his favorite red dress of hers. She was happy to oblige and that is where she found herself at this moment.
Her shoes clicked upon the cobblestones as she walked through the park smiling at the full moon. When her eyes connected with her destination once more her gaze was blocked by a dark figure in front of her, their eyes glowing in the night.
"Joccie it's me Daeron..." The familiar voice said. Jocelyn moved forward a little to see if it was truly her love in front of her. She could see the familiar features but he looked different somehow, his white smile showing a hint of sharp teeth.
"Daeron are you okay?" Her voice giving away how nervous she was. It was then she knew this was not her Daeron, he stalked up to her, grabbed her waist and attacked her throat with his lips.
"Daeron! What are you...." she screamed when she felt sharp teeth puncture her skin and felt her life's blood being drawn. She continued to kick and scream but it was all in vain. Daeron was too strong and she was too weak, weak in love, weak in mind, just weak. It didn't take long until she felt completely drained. Daeron licked his lips when he sucked her almost dry and then kissed her lips.
"You are now mine forever..." he laughed before leaving her on the ground and disappearing in the fog.
Jocelyn woke up later, her whole world changed as she felt the sharp teeth within her mouth. She was now one of the undead, her master Daeron who she would forever hate from this day on.
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Name: Daeron D'Pointe
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Race: Vampire
Sexuality: bisexual
Appearence: He stands tall at about 6'1, his body lean yet strong; just by looking at him you can see his strength beneath the slender form. His skin is the color of cool porcelain, flawless skin save for the two sire marks resting upon his neck and a few faded scars from years past. His auburn hair falls straight down to his chest in small ringlets of dark and light. Azure eyes are rimmed with a deep black and surrounded by lush lashes that are fairly long. Pale lips form a perfect bow-shape and are full, giving him a pouty look.
Personality: He is slightly arrogant but that is only to cover his emotional tendencies. He falls in love very easily, first with his Jocelyn who he sired and left her no longer caring for her, and now it is Julien whom does not return the love. This causes
Daeron's maschositic side to come out, he enjoys feeling the pain that others give him. It keeps his mind straight so he does not go insane. He is cunning when he needs to be and very sympathetic to others even if his arrogance seems to dominate his traits...
History: He was born in the outskirts of Paris. He always had trouble dealing with being who he was and often got into trouble as a child. One night after being knocked unconscious at a party he was bitten by a passing vampire who found him beautiful and forced his own blood down Daeron’s throat causing his transformation from human to vampire, as well as receiving a small crescent scar on his neck. Now he was Jules fledging and had to obey his every rule; he was his sire was he not. He soon adapted an arrogant way of life; which he received from his Jules. He felt he was above others and made a show of proving it as well with his home and his clothes. The fun of life as a vampire did not last long, he was soon being abused by Jules in countless ways, and even he could take so much so he found himself once more in the streets of Paris, unsure of what to do, feeding off of any that crossed his path. He thought he had found love in several men, sparing their lives, but they all turned to be malicious beings and he finished each one off, draining them of their life’s blood. After years of living off of others he finally accepted what he was and found a steady home once more in the outskirts of town. He met Julien later in his life and fell in love with the insane vampire [but do not say that to his face]; but it is only a one-sided love causing Daeron to fall deep into depression when not around others.
Other: He's a masochist. Though he is not one to admit it at most times. He cares for others deeply but does not so it, only Will
and occasionally Julien has seen his softer side.
Likes: Males, wine, grapes, blood, parties, fine clothes, and fledglings
Dislikes: masochist beings [even though he is one]
Strength: Generally strong and a cunning mind
Weakness/Flaw: Is slightly insane at times and has been known to get quite angry or emotional when he doesn’t receive what he wants
Anything Else To Add: sired Jocelyn
Usually seen holding: Wine goblet, filled or not
Hobby/Hobbies: Painting, reading often, writing occasionally
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Name: Kya Ménage
Age: 18
Gender: male
Race: Fire Demon
Sexuality: bisexual
Appearence: He is not overly tall, but not short either, he stands at a full 5'9. His body is lightly toned and athletic, skin covered in a sunkissed tan from his days lounging in the sun. Hair is cut short and slightly messy, strands of deep crimson hair constantly falling fore his flawless face. The most distinctive feature on him are his eyes that are the empitome of flames, being of a deep orange, they flicker with red and yellow causing the effect of dancing flames beneath dark rimmed eyes and lush jet lashes. His lips are pale red and full, almost like a constant pout and when he smiles small dimples form just outside of those lips. He is almost never seen without a thick brown jacket or a light jacket and scarf, just a few ways that he keeps warm in the chilled nights.
Personality: He as a fiery personality, he is normally calm and collected but when someone continually gets on his nerves or insults the demon or his ways he will become agressive and defend his honor. When he is calm he tends to be very curious, asking many questions; which could lead to the annoying side if things get out of hand. Occasionally he will get aggravated when the person points out some flaw, or that he is annoying and then once more he will become hot-tempered; his body actually heating up in anger. A major flaw in his personality is that he is sympathetic, no matter how much he doesn’t want to admit that he cares for others feelings more than his own; he really does. He is also very passionate and will love everything to the best of his ability, this is a huge problem for once he loves someone or something he will never want to let it go; but accompanied with his other traits, he tends to lose all his loves causing a bout of rage and self-harm.
History: [this is the very basic history. I am working Kya out now so the full should be up soon] Kya can not remember much of his past, the last thing he remembered of his life was walking up in the center of a burning field, his body slightly chilled even though flames licked his body. He walked among the fields, his body bare and a series of black dots permanently inked upon his right hand. That night forever burned in Kya’s memory even a hundred years later. Today he has grown much into his skin, living life to the fullest, enjoying meeting new people and learning more about the world never wanting to know about his past…
Other:
Likes: Talking, satisfying his curiosity, meeting new people, playing with fire, learning new things
Dislikes: Being told he is wrong, not getting what he wants, water
Strength: A cunning mind and has a quick wit and can be a charmer
Weakness/Flaw: Kya is extremely stubborn and despises water; sensitive
Interesting Facts / Quirks: Fascinated with flames
Age: 21 when sired
Gender: Female
Race: Vampire
Sexuality: bisexual
Appearence: Jocelyn is quite tall for her age, standing straight at 5'10. Her lithe form is wrapped in porcelain skin with a small stream of freckles along her nose and cheeks. Her hair cascades in auburn ringlets to her waist, a stream of bands occasionally falling in front of her eyes. Her feline-like eyes are a piercing emerald flicked with speck of golden light under a set of long dark lashes. Her thin nose falls just above bow-shaped lips of a pale crimson color.
Personality: When she was young her parents died leaving her in an unknown world. She became naturally shy and independent learning to live on her own. Everything she had to go through being alone brought her up to be strong-willed and cunning in the streets.
Clothing: Mostly her attire consists of a simple red dress, a tight bodice on top while the rest of the dress falls down her to the ground with an array of silken fabric. The sleeves billow slightly and hang off her fragile shoulders. Occasionally when the mood hits her she will wear form-fitting black pants with a tight white tunic under a short red french renaissance frock coat and a black top hat with a long red sash.
History: Jocelyn was born in England many years ago to Johnathon and Evelyn DePointe. She had no other siblings and was a happy child in their small 3 bedroom home in the outskirts of the city. Her parents were always there for her, teaching her the ways of the world, how to read and write, and even to paint. Her father was the one that inspired her love and passion of the arts and the world around her. She had never been happier, until her 8th birthday. Her parents had gone out to buy some presents, leaving her home to wait impatiently; as she did every year. Except this year her parents never came home. The clock struck midnight and they were still not home, she waited days, weeks, months; no one came to her. She never found out what happened to her parents, she left the home she lived in for eight years and choose the life of an orphan, traveling the streets hoping one day to find her parents. Her 21st birthday rolled around, in those 13 years she learned a lot of life and the mind and had what some called street smarts. Though it was not good enough, for she had met a man; Daeron. At the time he seemed like a sweet man until that night. He told her to meet him in the park outside one of the many forests, her favorite forest to be exact. She did not expect the events that were to occur that night, turns out Daeron was a vampire. How could she not have known after many a year? Her last thoughts before joining the undead was she only wished she could see her parents once more.
Other:
Father's name: Johnathon Chris DePointe
Mother's name: Evelyn Amor Harker
-she's a slight sadomasochist.
-she has a temper that when provoked can turn ugly.
-She loves grapes.
-she thinks she falls in love
-she has a thing for wanting closure
RP sample: Jocelyn walked about the foggy streets of England, her red dress on just as he had asked. She smiled as she thought about Daeron. They had met only a few months ago but she had never felt such love for another since her father was alive.
That morning Daeron had asked that she met him at midnight in the local park in the outskirts of town, he said it was a surprise and that she should wear his favorite red dress of hers. She was happy to oblige and that is where she found herself at this moment.
Her shoes clicked upon the cobblestones as she walked through the park smiling at the full moon. When her eyes connected with her destination once more her gaze was blocked by a dark figure in front of her, their eyes glowing in the night.
"Joccie it's me Daeron..." The familiar voice said. Jocelyn moved forward a little to see if it was truly her love in front of her. She could see the familiar features but he looked different somehow, his white smile showing a hint of sharp teeth.
"Daeron are you okay?" Her voice giving away how nervous she was. It was then she knew this was not her Daeron, he stalked up to her, grabbed her waist and attacked her throat with his lips.
"Daeron! What are you...." she screamed when she felt sharp teeth puncture her skin and felt her life's blood being drawn. She continued to kick and scream but it was all in vain. Daeron was too strong and she was too weak, weak in love, weak in mind, just weak. It didn't take long until she felt completely drained. Daeron licked his lips when he sucked her almost dry and then kissed her lips.
"You are now mine forever..." he laughed before leaving her on the ground and disappearing in the fog.
Jocelyn woke up later, her whole world changed as she felt the sharp teeth within her mouth. She was now one of the undead, her master Daeron who she would forever hate from this day on.
-----------------------------
Name: Daeron D'Pointe
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Race: Vampire
Sexuality: bisexual
Appearence: He stands tall at about 6'1, his body lean yet strong; just by looking at him you can see his strength beneath the slender form. His skin is the color of cool porcelain, flawless skin save for the two sire marks resting upon his neck and a few faded scars from years past. His auburn hair falls straight down to his chest in small ringlets of dark and light. Azure eyes are rimmed with a deep black and surrounded by lush lashes that are fairly long. Pale lips form a perfect bow-shape and are full, giving him a pouty look.
Personality: He is slightly arrogant but that is only to cover his emotional tendencies. He falls in love very easily, first with his Jocelyn who he sired and left her no longer caring for her, and now it is Julien whom does not return the love. This causes
Daeron's maschositic side to come out, he enjoys feeling the pain that others give him. It keeps his mind straight so he does not go insane. He is cunning when he needs to be and very sympathetic to others even if his arrogance seems to dominate his traits...
History: He was born in the outskirts of Paris. He always had trouble dealing with being who he was and often got into trouble as a child. One night after being knocked unconscious at a party he was bitten by a passing vampire who found him beautiful and forced his own blood down Daeron’s throat causing his transformation from human to vampire, as well as receiving a small crescent scar on his neck. Now he was Jules fledging and had to obey his every rule; he was his sire was he not. He soon adapted an arrogant way of life; which he received from his Jules. He felt he was above others and made a show of proving it as well with his home and his clothes. The fun of life as a vampire did not last long, he was soon being abused by Jules in countless ways, and even he could take so much so he found himself once more in the streets of Paris, unsure of what to do, feeding off of any that crossed his path. He thought he had found love in several men, sparing their lives, but they all turned to be malicious beings and he finished each one off, draining them of their life’s blood. After years of living off of others he finally accepted what he was and found a steady home once more in the outskirts of town. He met Julien later in his life and fell in love with the insane vampire [but do not say that to his face]; but it is only a one-sided love causing Daeron to fall deep into depression when not around others.
Other: He's a masochist. Though he is not one to admit it at most times. He cares for others deeply but does not so it, only Will
and occasionally Julien has seen his softer side.
Likes: Males, wine, grapes, blood, parties, fine clothes, and fledglings
Dislikes: masochist beings [even though he is one]
Strength: Generally strong and a cunning mind
Weakness/Flaw: Is slightly insane at times and has been known to get quite angry or emotional when he doesn’t receive what he wants
Anything Else To Add: sired Jocelyn
Usually seen holding: Wine goblet, filled or not
Hobby/Hobbies: Painting, reading often, writing occasionally
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Name: Kya Ménage
Age: 18
Gender: male
Race: Fire Demon
Sexuality: bisexual
Appearence: He is not overly tall, but not short either, he stands at a full 5'9. His body is lightly toned and athletic, skin covered in a sunkissed tan from his days lounging in the sun. Hair is cut short and slightly messy, strands of deep crimson hair constantly falling fore his flawless face. The most distinctive feature on him are his eyes that are the empitome of flames, being of a deep orange, they flicker with red and yellow causing the effect of dancing flames beneath dark rimmed eyes and lush jet lashes. His lips are pale red and full, almost like a constant pout and when he smiles small dimples form just outside of those lips. He is almost never seen without a thick brown jacket or a light jacket and scarf, just a few ways that he keeps warm in the chilled nights.
Personality: He as a fiery personality, he is normally calm and collected but when someone continually gets on his nerves or insults the demon or his ways he will become agressive and defend his honor. When he is calm he tends to be very curious, asking many questions; which could lead to the annoying side if things get out of hand. Occasionally he will get aggravated when the person points out some flaw, or that he is annoying and then once more he will become hot-tempered; his body actually heating up in anger. A major flaw in his personality is that he is sympathetic, no matter how much he doesn’t want to admit that he cares for others feelings more than his own; he really does. He is also very passionate and will love everything to the best of his ability, this is a huge problem for once he loves someone or something he will never want to let it go; but accompanied with his other traits, he tends to lose all his loves causing a bout of rage and self-harm.
History: [this is the very basic history. I am working Kya out now so the full should be up soon] Kya can not remember much of his past, the last thing he remembered of his life was walking up in the center of a burning field, his body slightly chilled even though flames licked his body. He walked among the fields, his body bare and a series of black dots permanently inked upon his right hand. That night forever burned in Kya’s memory even a hundred years later. Today he has grown much into his skin, living life to the fullest, enjoying meeting new people and learning more about the world never wanting to know about his past…
Other:
Likes: Talking, satisfying his curiosity, meeting new people, playing with fire, learning new things
Dislikes: Being told he is wrong, not getting what he wants, water
Strength: A cunning mind and has a quick wit and can be a charmer
Weakness/Flaw: Kya is extremely stubborn and despises water; sensitive
Interesting Facts / Quirks: Fascinated with flames
