Post by taurusqueen94 on Jan 19, 2010 1:41:31 GMT -5
;;Elisha Arriva Mornan;;
Is Entering Sins of Impunity
Is Entering Sins of Impunity
It’s All About You
Behind the Puppet Master
::NAME::[/blockquote]
Heather
::AGE:
15
::GENDER::
Female
::RP EXPERIENCE::
About a year now.
::CONTACTING YOU::
Email, or through PMs/
::ACTIVITY::
I'll try to get on daily. Im Pacific time zone.
::THE PUPPETS::
Elisha.
The Identification Tag
Character Basics
::ALIAS::
Elisha
::NAME::
Elisha Arriva Mornan
::GENDER::
Female
::ORIENTATION::
Straight
::REAL AGE::
One Hundred Twenty.
::PHYSICAL AGE::
Twenty One
::SPECIES::
Vampire
::SIRE::
Unknown Attacker.
::RELIGIOUS AFFLIATION::
None.
::WEALTH::
She is Well Off. She was part of a wealthy family when she was human.
::JOB::
She switches from job to job. She spends a lot of time working in casinos, it brings in the most cash.
Where Your Abilities Fall
The Character Talents
::STRENGTHS::
1. Speed.{A.K.A. Running}
2. Cooking
3. Singing
::SUMMARY::
Where should I start? I'm a pretty fast runner. When I was human, I spent a lot of time running, and hiking, you could say it was my hobby. Since I have been changed I enjoy the added speed. It makes me feel liking im floating. I am also an amazing chef, not to seem cocky or anything. I have been cooking for over a century now, and I do believe I have just improved over time. I also sing. I have done many gigs at the casinos I have worked at. And I guess I'm pretty good. Its just one of those things that I tried, and turned out everyone liked me, and thought that I had talent. So I continue to do it today.
::WEAKNESES::
1. Fire
2. Wood
3. Sunlight
::SUMMARY::
Well, my weaknesses are pretty basic. I have an extreme fear of fire. I've had it since I was a human, that's probably because our house lit on fire when I was twelve, trapping my sister inside, and she never made it out. Now, whenever I see fire I just think of that horrible night. It scares the life out of me. My weird weakness would have to be wood. I can not stand the thought of a wooden stake piercing my heart. Yeah, yeah. I know that's all movie mumbo jumbo, but it still scared me to death. I'd kill if I was threatened with one of those things. Then of course, sunlight. I know I don't want to engulf in flames. So I do my best to stay away from day time at all costs.
The More Human Side of Things
Human Appearance
::HAIR::[/size]
Dark Brown
::EYES::
Dark Brown
::HEIGHT::
5'6"
::WEIGHT::
130 lb.
:MARKS::
Small burn mark on her lower back.
::SKIN TONE::
Pale Tan
::BODY TYPE::
Curvy
::CLOTHES::
I dress very high class. When you see me, I am usually wearing some designer.
::SUMMARY::
I've been called beautiful by many people in my lifetime, and I believe it. I am a curvy well dressed woman. I have dark hair, and dark eyes, which gives me that mysterious look that I love. I have tan skin, which has gotten a little paler since I was changed. I weigh around One Hundred and Thirty pounds, you can give or take a little. When you see me, I am most likely wearing a dress. Or something equally as revealing and as flattering.
Personality is Everything
How They Might Act
::LIKES::[/size]
1. Blood
2. Dancing
3. Parties
::DISLIKES::
1. Fights
2. Alcohol
3. Perverts
::FLAWS::
1. Concited
2. Loud
3. Liar
::BLESSINGS::
1. Loyal
2. Friendly
3. Outgoing
::SUMMARY::
How can I describe myself? Of course I LOVE blood, but I also have a thing for dancing and partying. What can I say? I love to be around people. Now onto those pesky things I hate. I hate fights, especially when it comes to my meals, when I kill someone, I want it to be easy, I hate fighters. I also hate drinking, I really don't see a point in it, and I hate perverts as well, those people are usually my meals. Of course we all have our flaws. I have been told that I'm a very concieted person, hell, I can't help if I'm pretty. I also tend to be loud, I just like the attention. I also tend to lie to people, I'll do anything to get what I need. But if you befriend me, I will always be loyal, and friendly too. And I think that I draw people in so easily because of how outgoing I am.
Checking Out the Background
Historical Stuff
::FAMILY MEMBERS::[/size]Mom:: Raynee Mornan(Deceased)
Dad:: UNKNOWNSister:: Elizabeth Mornan(Deceased)
::BIRTH PLACE::
London.
::CHILDHOOD:
I lived in London for most of my childhood. It's hard to remember that far back, seeing as I was born in 1869. I think the most vivid memory I have, is the night my sister was burned alive in our estate. The cook had left the kitchen for a mere five minutes just to see what I needed. I don't want to get into too much detail. It pains me a lot to think about it.
::TRANSFORMATION::
I don't really remember. I was attacked walking home from a pub one night in 1890.
::PREY::
I love the humans. If I have to though, I can live off of rabbits and rats.
::FANG POWER::
My fangs can turn humans, and they paralize them as well.
::TURNING OTHERS::
I rarely turn my prey. I only turn them if they have some sort of value to me later on. I usually just leave them to die. But if I turn them, I drink some of their blood, then give them some of mine in return.
::HISTORY::
I was born in London in 1869. I lived in a huge estate with my mother and my sister. We were well off without our father. I never knew him, so I kind of grew an attachment with any male that was in my life at any given time. When I was twelve, in 1881. I called our cook, Lucinda Freese to my room, I was hungry, and I didn't know that she was busy cooking. But being the spoiled little girl I was, I would not leave my room to go the the kitchen, I wanted her to come to me. So I didn't stop calling her name until she came to me. When she arrived I had to think about what I wanted, to be honest I didn't really have to think about it, I knew perfectly well what I wanted, I just wanted to annoy her, because she took so long. After I told her, and she left my room, I heard a scream. I sprinted down the hallway. The whole corridor was on fire, including my sisters room. My mom grabbed me and we ran out, we were the only ones to escape.
Nine years later, in 1890 I was leaving a pub with my best girl friend Morgain. She was headed west, while I was headed east. I walked her to her carriage, said goodbye, and then began to walk towards mine. The only problem being mine was parked about a half a mile away. I walked for what seemed like days when I finally reached my carriage something didn't seem right. Going against my instincts I opened the door, went inside. I remember seeing someone in there, and then something went wrong. I remember the worst burning feeling I have ever felt, and then my eyes went black.
When I woke up I was in some house. Not in london like I had thought. But in America. It was honestly the most bazaar place I had ever been. I remember feeling sick to my stomach when I woke up. I thought I was hungry, but I remember trying to eat. My body rejected the food. I didn't know what was wrong with me. I then heard footsteps. They weren't human though, I was sure of that. They sounded like a mouse. I remember trying to think of how I could hear a mouse running. And then without thinking I crouched and grabbed the mouse from under the motel bed. I remember biting it, and draining it's body. That's when I knew what I had become.
Today, I spend a lot of my time clubbing and hitting the town. It's the easiest way to find prey. It sure is hard keeping up an image though. I tend to be friend with people of my own kind, because it's so much easier not to hide. I also have a hard time finding jobs now a days. But lately I have been writing. I'm hoping that one day my life story could be turned into a book of somesort, you know that way when I'm gone, people can really know what goes on in the Night world.
Your Own Mad Skills
How Good Are You?
::CODE WORD::[/size]
'do the mashed potatoe, do the twiste'
::APPLICATION STATUS::
Finished
::RP EXAMPLE::
I didn't really have time to write a new one, so I used another one of mine.
"Chanel opened the door to her car. She was so nervous, she hadn't seen Braydin for years. She stepped out of her Dodge Durango, closed the door, and locked it. She quickly walked toward the theater doors. She could feel the butterflies in her stomach start to rise again. She pushed open the door and walked in. She glanced at the people in line, Braydin wasn't there. She next looked at the snack bar, and then the tables, he wasn't there either. She opened her phone. She was early, thirty minutes early to be exact. She approached a table, set down her purse and took a seat. She began to play with her jewelry, and she sighed.
Why am I so nervous? She thought. She began to play with her bracelet and waited for Braydin to arrive.
She watched the clock hands move, They seemed to move slower the longer she looked at them, so she averted her eyes. She looked inside the arcade. There were two kids playing Dance Dance Revolution, and a teen boy in the back shooting some basketball. She then looked at the table, it had several streaks from being cleaned.
Hm. I would have never thought a place like this would be clean. She thought.
She then unzipped her purse. After digging around for three or four minutes she finally found what she was looking for. She took out her iTouch, put one ear bud in, and put on her favorite band, Breathe Carolina. She listened to them for a minute before she began humming. She tapped her fingers on the table. And looked at the door. There was about ten minutes before Braydin would arrive, so she took a deep breath in, hoping to stop the butterflies. And she waited. "
