Post by crow kroruza valkairi on May 15, 2011 23:10:27 GMT -5
INTRODUCING!
CROWKRORUZAVALKAiRi
CROWKRORUZAVALKAiRi
[/color][/size]NIGHTMARE
now your nightmare comes to life
NAME: Crow Kroruza Valkairi
AGE: 23 years
BIRTHDAY: 20th May
GENDER: female
SPECIES: Vampiric Angel [vampire x angel]
ORIENTATION: homosexual
OCCUPATION: waitress at Pacific Dining CarDRAGGED YA DOWN BELOW
down to the devil's show[/center]
HEIGHT: 5 ft 5 in
WEIGHT: 102 lbs
BUILD: slender
HAIR: black with dark gray highlights
EYES: blue-gray
INK AND PIERCINGS: crow's footprint tattoo below belly button
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: horrific horizontal scar across right eye [is not shown in picture]
PLAY-BY: -
TO BE HIS GUEST FOREVER
[/color][/size]peace of mind is less than never![/right]
FEARS:
LIKES:
DISLIKES:
STRENGTHS:
WEAKNESSES:
DEEPEST SECRET: the scars on her face are from a werewolf attack. the werewolf that attacked her had been her closest, and only, friend until then. she'd even started to feel something for her...
PERSONALITY:
HATE TO TWIST YOUR MIND
[/color][/size]but god ain't on your side[/left]
MOTHER: Pharefax - unknown - unknown
FATHER: Kalverian - unknown - unknown
SIBLINGS: -
CHILDREN: -
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: -
HISTORY: Pharefax wronged her god and was cast out of heaven. So bad was her offense that she was sentenced to a life of imprisonment. Her assigned guard was Kalverian, a powerful vampire. Her was furious at having been assigned grunt's work, and immediately devised a plan to end his task. Years went by, and the two had less than kind interactions. One day, Kalverian entered Pharefax's cell, and, under the pretense that he had fallen in love with her, and could not bear to see her behind bars any longer, set her free. The two escaped the compound and hid together. Kalverian, having achieved his goal, prepared to leave. But Pharefax, in return for his kindness, and still believing that he was in love with her, offered her body to him. The bastard couldn't refuse and promptly impregnated her, then left as she slept.
Months later Pharefax delivered a hybrid child and, knowing that would never be able to raise it knowing that its father had tricked her so terribly, left it on the doorstep of an orphanage. A kind lady by the name of Ruth ran the orphanage, and was surprised to see a bundle of sobbing blankets on the porch. She took the girl in, and dried her off. It was then that she noticed tiny wings sprouting from the child's back, and immediately called her husband, Alexander. After examining her, Alex gently told his wife that the baby was an angel, like he was. He was only half correct. But no one would know until she turned 18, and her vampiric blood was awakened by a vampire named Wolf. But before that, came Crow's life at the orphanage.
Crow was a quiet and solitary child. She didn't take the news of being abandoned very well, and usually sat quietly in a corner, watching the other children play while she brooded. Shortly after her ninth birthday, another girl her age was brought to the orphanage. Crow took an immediate interest when she saw how the green-eyed girl seemed to reject the rowdy lot for quiet solace. In the days after, Crow made friends with the girl, and learned her name was Avril. The two became nearly inseparable, and often spent long hours playing alone. A year passed, and when Crow's birthday came back around, Avril had a surprise of a different kind waiting for her.
The night before, Avril had told Crow that she was going to throw a secret party for her, just between them, in the basement of the orphanage. She asked Crow to come at a specific time, and not a minute before. Never suspect foul play from the girl she had come to trust and almost love, Crow did as told and descended the stairs a minute after midnight. At first everything was quiet. Then there was the heavy breathing of a large creature, and a snarl. Crow tried to run, and managed to hide for a short while behind some old crates. But the werewolf tore them to splinters and raked its claws across her face before she could cry out. The noise must have attracted Ruth and Alex, as they came flying down the stairs to find Crow huddled in a puddle of blood, sobbing relentlessly.
It wasn't until much later in life that she found out that it was Avril who had scarred her so, and she had been acting on direct orders from a local vampire who had a prejudice against hybrids (though how he knew she was a hybrid when she didn't is still unknown). Andre, as the vampire was called, was a relatively young vampire who had taken over a small section of the town and was pretending he was a big boy. He used Avril again to imprison Crow, and beat her mentally and physically until she scarcely had the strength to breathe. His plan backfired, however, when Avril turned the gun meant to kill Crow on herself. Sitting snug in his chair, Andre never suspected that the footsteps he heard approaching were Crow's and not Avril's, and knew death the moment the stake pierced him.
Life went on as normal as it could get after that. Crow tried to piece together her fragile broken heart, and keep a low profile among the humans. She found a job, an apartment, and kept her wings tucked tightly against her back and beneath a shirt. For a while she pretended that it would be okay to be normal. It wasn't until she crossed paths with a vampire named Wolf, that she found the meaning of the word love, and discovered the other side of her lineage.
The story thickens and the twists keep coming, but this is to be told at another place, and another time. Crow managed to survive her life thus far, though she bares the scars, both physical and emotional, and found her way here, hoping to star again. This time without as much death and heartbreak. But that's asking a lot, isn't it?
AN OLD ACQUAINTANCE SEVERED
[/color][/size]burn the world, your last endeavor![/center]
Hello. My name is Crow and I've been roleplaying for ten+ years years out of the eighteen years I've been living. I found this site by Bruiser <3 and I'm glad to be here. By the way, I read the rules. Pinkly Smooth
RP SAMPLE! [this is from another site with another character, if that's okay...]
The sound of growling woke him. Rolling over he saw his two dogs scuffling playfully on the bed next to him. He sighed, burying his head in his pillow to block out the noise. Scenes of terror and loneliness flashed before his closed eyes, flashes of his nightmares entwined throughout. He groaned, sitting up and tossing the covers off. He sat on the edge of the bed staring at his feet, his gaze was steely and pained. The pit bull quit wrestling with the doberman, crawling over and pushing her nose into Daryll's palm. He gave a grim smile, running his fingers gently over the dog's head and ears. He could hear her tail thumping on the bed, and he heard the bed compress as the doberman curled up in a sulking ball. These two were always so happy. That was the gift of their simple minds. Animals didn't have nightmares. They didn't fear the future or pine for a soulmate. They lived in the here and now, nowhere else. Daryll grimaced and rose to his feet.
He paced into the bathroom and stood over the sink, staring at his reflection in the mirror on the medicine cabinet. His black hair hung over his eyes, lowering the light until they were stormy and hostile. Disgusted with himself, he turned on the water and leaned over the sink. The cold water froze all of his fears and worries, allowing them to fall away drop by drop. It felt good to return to his dream. The one where nothing was wrong with him, and he was happy. Reaching for the hand towel that hung on the wall, he dried his face, pushing the hair back out of his face. Those stormy eyes cleared, revealing his electric blue gaze. He knew that his eyes were so pale that they took on the colors of the light around them, which gave him the hostile stare in shadow and shocking gaze in light, but he liked to imagine he could do it by will. He looked down at his hand and remembered his dreams. Throwing the towel against the wall he turned and walked into the tiny living room. Sitting down in the middle of the room, he crossed his legs and lay out on his back. Shutting his eyes, he began his morning workout routine.
It had been cool and breezy today: perfect for a run. When Daryll opened the glass door to the small patio, he was greeted with a rush of cool air. He leaned on the railing, looking out at the apartment complex. The dogs tumbled out the door, eagerly sniffing about, sticking their head between the poles and peering at the people two floors below at ground level. He stood there for a few moments, debating whether he wanted to go for a run, and if he wanted to take a dog. If he left them alone, one would have to be in the bedroom and the other in the living room. He didn't want a litter of yowling pups to take care of yet. Deciding that he would rather go by himself, he turned and ushered the dogs back inside. Battlefletcher obediently walked himself into the bedroom, hopping up on the bed and lying down with a wagging stump. "Good boy, Fletch. Be a good dog." Daryll shut the door, remembered that he hadn't grabbed his clothes, and opened it back up. "I'm back!" He announced, laughing at himself.
Once the dogs had been taken care of, and he had put on his underarmor shirt and sweatpants, he headed out the door. Before he locked it behind him, he checked his pockets to make sure he had his wallet, cellphone, and knife. Yep. He locked the door and headed down the stairs and out into the nice day. Normal as he seemed, Daryll was well aware of the danger that the preternatural posed to humans like him, and took steps to make sure he could at least put up a fight. His ripped body was proof of this, his tight shirt highlighting his muscles. He kept himself in top physical shape, and made sure he carried a knife when he didn't have a dog with him. On top of that, he kept vigilant and aware of his surroundings. He jogged his way from the apartment complex to gateway park, and paused at the entrance for a moment to catch his breath. Taking the opportunity to survey the park, he noticed that relatively few people were here today.
Having caught his breath, the human pushed his hair back out of his eyes. His electric gaze swept the path he had chosen, and he started off at an easy jog. Looking up, he noticed a rather attractive woman on the same path. She was heading the opposite direction, and he couldn't help but check her out. Hiding a grin, he kept his pace as normal, focusing on his breathing. The woman faded out of his mind as it shifted back into running mode. For a brief moment, Daryll wondered if he had closed the door to the bedroom all the way. Immediately his mind was swamped with thoughts of Battlefletcher and Fleur de Lis. Great! Now he was going to have to deal with pups that he couldn't afford. Scolding himself, he became distracted and quit watching where he was going.
He paced into the bathroom and stood over the sink, staring at his reflection in the mirror on the medicine cabinet. His black hair hung over his eyes, lowering the light until they were stormy and hostile. Disgusted with himself, he turned on the water and leaned over the sink. The cold water froze all of his fears and worries, allowing them to fall away drop by drop. It felt good to return to his dream. The one where nothing was wrong with him, and he was happy. Reaching for the hand towel that hung on the wall, he dried his face, pushing the hair back out of his face. Those stormy eyes cleared, revealing his electric blue gaze. He knew that his eyes were so pale that they took on the colors of the light around them, which gave him the hostile stare in shadow and shocking gaze in light, but he liked to imagine he could do it by will. He looked down at his hand and remembered his dreams. Throwing the towel against the wall he turned and walked into the tiny living room. Sitting down in the middle of the room, he crossed his legs and lay out on his back. Shutting his eyes, he began his morning workout routine.
It had been cool and breezy today: perfect for a run. When Daryll opened the glass door to the small patio, he was greeted with a rush of cool air. He leaned on the railing, looking out at the apartment complex. The dogs tumbled out the door, eagerly sniffing about, sticking their head between the poles and peering at the people two floors below at ground level. He stood there for a few moments, debating whether he wanted to go for a run, and if he wanted to take a dog. If he left them alone, one would have to be in the bedroom and the other in the living room. He didn't want a litter of yowling pups to take care of yet. Deciding that he would rather go by himself, he turned and ushered the dogs back inside. Battlefletcher obediently walked himself into the bedroom, hopping up on the bed and lying down with a wagging stump. "Good boy, Fletch. Be a good dog." Daryll shut the door, remembered that he hadn't grabbed his clothes, and opened it back up. "I'm back!" He announced, laughing at himself.
Once the dogs had been taken care of, and he had put on his underarmor shirt and sweatpants, he headed out the door. Before he locked it behind him, he checked his pockets to make sure he had his wallet, cellphone, and knife. Yep. He locked the door and headed down the stairs and out into the nice day. Normal as he seemed, Daryll was well aware of the danger that the preternatural posed to humans like him, and took steps to make sure he could at least put up a fight. His ripped body was proof of this, his tight shirt highlighting his muscles. He kept himself in top physical shape, and made sure he carried a knife when he didn't have a dog with him. On top of that, he kept vigilant and aware of his surroundings. He jogged his way from the apartment complex to gateway park, and paused at the entrance for a moment to catch his breath. Taking the opportunity to survey the park, he noticed that relatively few people were here today.
Having caught his breath, the human pushed his hair back out of his eyes. His electric gaze swept the path he had chosen, and he started off at an easy jog. Looking up, he noticed a rather attractive woman on the same path. She was heading the opposite direction, and he couldn't help but check her out. Hiding a grin, he kept his pace as normal, focusing on his breathing. The woman faded out of his mind as it shifted back into running mode. For a brief moment, Daryll wondered if he had closed the door to the bedroom all the way. Immediately his mind was swamped with thoughts of Battlefletcher and Fleur de Lis. Great! Now he was going to have to deal with pups that he couldn't afford. Scolding himself, he became distracted and quit watching where he was going.
THIS TEMPLATE WAS CREATED BY SIN OF ESCAPE THIS AFTERLIFE. STEAL THIS AND SHE'LL SEND HER KILLER HAMSTERS OF DOOM AFTER YOU AND HAVE THEM CHEW YOUR EYES OUT OF THEIR SOCKETS. LYRICS BELONG TO NIGHTMARE BY AVENGED SEVENFOLD.
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