Post by Wolfyre on Aug 20, 2008 18:10:24 GMT -6
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Name/ Age Becky, 20
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Name Ixiori Ré Amaya ((Pronouance zIoree Ray))
Age 3,975
Gender Female
Deities Melcanthet
Alignment Chaotic Neutral
Race 1/2 vampire (mom & dad), 1/4 succubus (mom), 1/4 elf (dad)
Family Mother shortly after her 1st birthday due to a slayer, Father & eldest brother raised her until she was 15 when her brother took to raising her because their father dying due to a fight at a local tavern, brother still lives, they chat when then can but are not quite as close as her & her father were.
Physical Description She was a perfect representation of the beauty of a flawless celestial with her long deep red black hair & emerald with storm blue sunkist eyes that were soft & gentle. Her body in her deep blue sleeveless gothic gown that split an inch & a half down her hips. Her legs were a elegantly perfect mix of muscle & fat, her curves damn near immaculate, her bare feet just as elegant. Her skin was not as pale as most undead but held a slight hue as if she were merely elven instead of undead. Her arms were covered by an arm sleeve of deep blue fishnet that flared, falling all the way past her fingertips. Right above her arm sleeves were white gold arm bracelets of three vines twisting & connecting to a pentagram. Her chest a perfect size, not too big not too small just midway. A long white gold necklace dangled a pentagram with a gem representing each element at each point between her breasts. Her lips set at a soft red rose pout.
Distinguishing Marks Vampires especially those with vamperic bloodlines are hard to scar, but things such as blessed weaponry or burns from holy water can scar a vampire. She has one single scar across her left hip where a cleric had attacked her with a holy avenger that was blessed by his god leaving a nice 3 inch length scar along her hip bone.
Example RP Post
She stood before the cleric in tattered clothing. How can he keep up with me in strength. He seems to tire some, but not enough, damn this cleric for his interference in my play. She thought as she grew quite agitated, making a clumsy move on aggravation by lunging forward with her only weapons, her claws. She struck his should at the same time his holy avenger cut across her left hip. She cursed angrily under her breath at her anxious mistake. The wound burned like hell which meant the weapon was blessed. Since she was not full vampire it only burned instead of acting like acid to her flesh, but it felt as if her flesh were to melt away.
She dodged his attack, but this time he made the mistake of swinging to wide, she side stepped easily, cutting his sword hand’s wrist wide open with her claws. He dropped the weapon. Using vamperic speed she seized the weapon & in another instant before he could react she had the sword through his chest in his heart. She could feel his heart muttering its last beat upon the blade. She released the blade, looking to her palms, reddish welt coated her palm & fingers where she’d touch the holy avenger. She glared angrily at him, these wounds would take blood & time to heal.