Post by xenos on Mar 20, 2009 20:29:24 GMT -5
Sorcha Torin;;
Heart of White, If It Exsisted
Heart of White, If It Exsisted
About You;;
behind the RPer
behind the RPer
Name:Call me Bree.
Age:19
Years of Rping:Too many
Contact:foreverluv_69@hotmail.com
ID Tag;;
Alias: Sorcha Torin
Name: Sorcha Torin Mac Giolla Ghlais
Gender: Female
Orientation: Anything Goes.. If you can convince her of anything.
Real Age: 266
Physical Age: 24
Species: Vampire
Sire: Valerius
Religious Affiliation: None.
Wealth: How much money does your vamp have?2,666,666
Job: Jobs?Oh she doesn’t know the meaning of that word. But she did have a loving and creepy Sire who gave her enough money to sustain a lifetime..OR the length of many many lifetimes? The only problem is she never spends any nor had any ability to understand the concept of ‘money’.Dear Diary;;
Specialties:
1. Pheromone Control
2. Telepath and Telepathy
3. Fighting
* Sword Combat Knowledge and Practice
* Agility Enhancement
* Improved Speed and Strength
Summary:
Since being ‘born’ into the undead world, Valerius made sure she was taken care of, and morphed to his image of perfection. Fight after fight for decades at a time, tuning in her powers to that of perfection and of course.. Making sure she never left his side. Although it might be a bit harsh since she ended up doing just that, but what can one do with a vampire that has the mindset of rebellion anyways? Even though Valerius’ thinks of her leaving him as betrayal, he has taken well to take care of her even though he has not seen her in on, over a century. To tune in to her Telepathy, her telepath to speak and hear that of one other vampires mind, was a bit hard seeing how all she ever heard was that of Valerius..But there’s only so much one can learn in the depths of a forest with thousands of acreage on either side.
Although most of her skills seemed honed in to that of fighting and combat abilities, the nature of beauty is still stricken through her borrowed blood veins. The ability to without much thought, have others fall at her feet in passion and cherishness is just that, phermone controls. Also, with the sharing in ability to Valerius she has the telepathy of read and speak in ones mind..Not that it’s used all that often as she’s never really been about other vampires before, and the fear usually rang out to any humans she did come across. Well hopefully that will all change soon.
Weakness:
1.Vampire weaknesses.. Sunlight..Silver..
2.Inability to understand peoples motives.
3.Loss of Control.
Summary:
Being over 200 years old could have it’s benefits to strength. Although, Do not get this lovely and naïve mistress angry. She has this inability of control at times, where anger can overtake and she does not remember what happens exactly.Except usually anything that’s made her angry ends up dead or bitten. The instinct of an animal is something one can never hold back. And of course there is the love of sunlight, which can burn through her in moments, that is something every vampire must fear..Then theres the inability to really see what someone wants from her whether it be kind or not so much.Appearance;;
Hair: Reddish White.
Eyes: Green.
Height: 5’6.
Marks: A small scar across her belly.
Race: Vampire
Skin Tone:Pale
Body Type: Athletic.
Clothing Style:Quite unusual to say the least..
Footwear:Anti-Footwear.
Summary:The small scar is from her history, back over centuries where she almost died before being turned to the undead lifestyle. Barely being companied by the humans sh enever quite took a taste to the life of shoes, clothing, or anything of the such. Nor did she become acquainted with the thought of being naked as an embarrassing thing or private thing. It’s not that she runs along naked, she does wear clothing of a sorts, although more like a large T-Shirt or overly flattering leather or..Well she has no certain Style. Most times she can be seen wearing just leaves in dresses.Her hair is so dim, it twinkles red with white streaking through as well and her eyes the sudden brilliance of the grass.
Personality;;
Likes:
1. Nature..
2. Art..
3. Beauty..
Dislikes:
1. Tall building things..
2. Rumours..
3. Dishonesty.Mostly because she does not understand it.
Flaws:
1. Naive. Doesn’t understand the simplest of things.
2. Careless
3. Inability to understand emotions.
Summary:
Since the beginning she was always within nature itself, where the animals could never lie and the wind could always flow freely. Little does she know of the humans emotions, although she does understand the basics except the fact as to lying and has quite difficulty. Why would someone lie after all? It just seems too pitiful to her. Even if she never realized that her Sire lied to her from the very beginning. Which is perhaps why she was so sheltered most of her making.
She does not understand the tall cement and clear window buildings that reach far to the sky and block out the moon. Not having grown up in the same century as most, she is either overly fascinated by certain things or just downright appalled. After all humanity has taken everything she loved and destroyed it for their own habitation. One might say she has a hatred towards humans, or perhaps just mistakable dislike or confusion. It's not as though she's been around many humans that were alive long enough to speak their thoughts, especially since their last thoughts were usually of fear and death.Background Check;;
Family Members:None that are alive, although her mother was called Fallis, her father was called Rahmisho, and all lived in a small village within Ireland.
Birth Place: Ireland.
Childhood: None.
Transformation: Valerius saved her life by ending it.
Prey: Depends on her mood
Fang Power: Venom in her teeth, yet only when the prey is drained to all but one drop of blood. Has control over who to transform.
Other Transformation: Drink until there is almost nothing left to drink then let the venom circulate through their veins instead.
History:
It Started out simple enough. I was minding my own business, ignoring the rapture of war from hinder me and keeping my attentin forward. There lay nothing but the simplicity of life. Eyes closed as I danced thoroughly about a barren plain until I travelled far enough where not even the sound of chirping birds were to disrupt me. The last remaining stance of the sun I remember was high, although the sight of it is barely in my mind anymore..
I still wish I had more mind to stare at it longer.. I still wish I had enough time to just sit and gaze out at the horizon as the sun sparkled to the skyline. I still wish I had been able to see what would happen next, and take in the beauty of a heavenly light blue azure. The colours of pinks, orange, and reds scratching the skyline with beauty perhaps would have been taken in to memory.
Yet I hadn’t. My eyes had remained shut as I danced through the petal free field, catching the breeze to my eyes before laughter fell and I embodied the grass. Falling back to let the breeze catch me and let me fall to the earthen ground. Oh how lovely it felt against my soft, pale body.
I’m not sure if I fell asleep, or if I was so struck by daydreaming that I had forgotten time itself, but before I knew it my eyes had opened by a startling sound to see nothing but darkness about me. I had missed the sunshine, missed the sun set, and missed the rising of the moon. The moon was all too dangerous a sighting in my time. The village I lived in had rumours. Rumours that were told for years of dark creatures of the night. Creatures that if you were not careful, would steal your soul and one would be forever lost.
I don’t remember if I believed these stories, and I do not remember if the stories were what had my spine quiver and my eyes dart across the shadows. Perhaps it was an eerie feeling, one that anyone could shove away as ridiculous..I do not know what caused me to wrap my arms around myself and hold my breath to listen.
Not a sound. Not a movement. Not a sight. Except.. What was that in the far east? It glowed so brilliantly and flickered shadows to the now navy sky. Smoke? Was that the dark grey clouds that erupted forth from the glowing beauty? Sudden panick attacked my still beating heart as a shout I do not remember escaped my small breathing lungs. My village! Parents! Siblings! Friends! My heart drummed in my chest as little legs rushed forward and I dashed forward. Stumbling and getting right up as my little golden dagger was held within my grasps suddenly.
The brightness got louder and only the sight of a blazing fury was burned to memory. Everything was gone. Wandering shoeless through the rummages I could hear nothing. There was that silence again. Not a whimper or a scream. Nothing. Bodies lay sprawled across the ground before my attention suddenly wavered on one barely moving.
Features frozen as I heard my name whispered, and I inched forward to be suddenly grabbed by the movement of a charcoaled body. Mother? Were those tears that streamed my face? It could not have been, the fire, after all, was too hot to not have soaked it up right away. The only word on a dying breath that was stated before my mothers life disappeared as Evil.
That was when a hand suddenly fell onto my shoulder, the coldness of skin so shivering that even in the depths of my burning hometown I could shiver. A scream erupted from my mouth before I turned and swaggered my dagger toward the shadows. Nothing. Nothing was there. How could this be? But then suddenly the ground was falling on me and my fragile mortal body fell backwards to be plunged by a broken plank. The wood piercing through my stomach organs like nothing I’ve ever felt before. Pain. Unbearable pain was what I remembered, if I could remember what that felt like now..
He then appeared before me. Piercingly black eyes, stiff like black hair, and skin so pale it seemed to be florescent. ”Would you rather die like a human, or live like the dead? I can take this pain from you. I can take this memory from you.” The voice was almost too soothing, almost too luring and before I could let my eyes shut I whimpered. Was this a yes or no I do not remember but the sudden pinch of something on my wrist startled me.
The vampires eyes flickered no reflection of the burning flames around him, yet I could see a fire unlike any I’ve seen before. Then, I remained still and I felt the wooden slack be pulled from my figure. Then, I remember, no not remember but feel, the pain. The excruciating pain of venom flowing through my body until I could wish that human death bestowed a pon me. The fire was gone from around me, but burned everything I feel inside and then. That heart that was beating so fast, stopped. Completely.
Valeerius was his name. Although I do not remember the length of time I spent with my sire, I do remember the many things he taught me about the world around us. It was like being born again. Learning the simplest of things, and having a mind so warped to tune into his thoughts that I felt I could not think on my own. Any part of me that was developed in the human world dissipated, and only thus of a vampiric instinct overtook.
Valeerius taught me who to feed off of and how to feed without causing infection to the mere human before me. Taught me how to hunt, and those humans I should look out for called The Hunters. He taught me of the world, yet not through my own experiences through that of his own. The other species that flowed through Earth, were spoken about very seldom, only enough so that I should be weary of them. Then there was the fighting, never ending fighting. TO defending ones home (as in that day I state before I lived within the wilderness where things you wouldn’t think plausible exsisted), to fighting for fighting for the cause of hunting.
For the first Century of my lifetime I was oblivious to the humanity that increased in population, technology and the overall feeling of growth. Isolated from whatever was beginning to form around my little own world. That was until the war had begun and my little beauty of a world captured around me. The soldiers had thought they could keep me as what they called a slave. One of then growled in distaste at me as I stared towards them. I never saw such a look on a humans face before, usually my Sire hunted for me, yet I had just left him and nothing would stop them. The large soldier cocked his gun infront of his waistline and the others laughed at some misunderstood joke. What was this? But then that one soldier attempted to grab at my clothing and a shriek of humor left the others mouths as they all made kissing noises towards me.
Then the sudden look of fear portrayed on all of the big mens faces. All blood seemed to drain out of their mind as laughter fell from my own lips, eyes of blood red reflecting in their own sight. That’s when I noticed it was me, and then all the men were dead. There was blood everywhere and my satiated look to my face was only brief before my mind came to normal and I stared in disbelief. Is this the power I had? That was when the smile took a more grinning feature.. Why was I hiding when it was obvious nothing could harm me? I looked at their weapon and frowned briefly.. This contraption was quite odd. That was when I found a pulling button and suddenly a loud bang erupted from the sound. It was so horrid it shrieked in my ears.
Shaking my head as all the butterflies and rabbits and birds fluttered as fast away as possible. That was when I noticed the newly hole in one of the dead men and I shook my head. Pathetic, I thought softly before crouching down on all fours at the sound of a whimper. Crawling forward to stare into the eyes of the dying victim his last dying breath was Evil before his air escaped his breathing lungs. His heart beat it’s final thump, and silence was around me once again.
After that evening I grew faster then I realized, yet stood still at the same time. I searched to the outside world and watched the humans surround. Wandering to watch the world around me grow decade by decade, throughout a century and then two, to bring myself up to date to present. I spent my lifetime wandering, wandering to the beauty and darkness of the night without another sight of the sunshining on my delicate features. Without another feeling of the warmth of a midsummers day. Without anything to remind me of the beauty of the world around but the twinkling of stars and the dark shadows of falling leaves and the sudden growth of cars zooming past.
I watched as imaginative humans and fearful rumours seemed intact to become far from any reality they would have ever thought possible. And I sat back and watched as their world grew from flowers and butterflies to large adaptions of caves with clear openings that..Well weren’t real openings. Most of all I found that they started to wear the strangest things and the usual beauty of life seemed to form to something call, slang. How odd.---Written By: Sorcha Torin
Code Word: 'do the mashed potatoe, do the twiste'.Mad Skills;;
[Example of your Role-Playing]
The door was open and her body was straightened as she stood in the middle of the large emptiness before her. What was once a shimmering and bright house was now cripple and dusty. Torin forgot to duck and almost hit her head on a mid height beam, grunting as she glanced at it and maneuvered easily around it. What was this place she found herself in? The ceiling was all too high and the sight before her almost seemed to hurt her eyes. Slowly a finger brushed down the length of the wall, lifting her hand to peer down at her now blackened digit and shook her hand. Staring at the dirt as it clung to her skin.
“Leave!” She scowled at the dirt before wiping her hand on her leg and grinning with satisfaction, stepping back away from the wall and tripping over what seemed like nothing at all. The loud commotion caused a grumble and creak in the floorboards before a layer of dust cascaded down by the disturbance. Sneeze. Torin shook her head to remove any dust that gathered in her wavy red locks as she quickly stood up. Just then a scowl came across delicate and innocent looking features as she glared at the rooftop.
Why did she come here if the area only persisted in getting her dirty! The feeling was non-too-liked to her. Sighing lightly she stood again and began up the steps, slowly at a human pace. One hand was gingerly and..Might I say almost hovering.. Over the railing that was meant for support as she made her way carefully upwards. Just then another creak of the floor before her happened and she leapt into the air only to have the staircase below her collapse into another storm of dust. Torin just landed silently and with ease onto the second floor. “Where are the Trees? Where are the birds?” She was whispering her thoughts out loud to no one in particular. After centuries of being isolated, she had come to rummage about this dirty ol’ place for intriguing factors.
Now she was beginning to wonder why she had bothered. Not even a sight of lifeforce amongst the rubble! It reminded Torin much of the inside of a harsh abandoned cave, except everything here seemed breakable. Not only that, the quietness was almost eerie, not at all what she would even closely compare to the sound of the earthen forestic world she grew so fond of. Just for the factor of not being quite so distilled at her surroundings, the soft lullaby of a whistling began. Although this sound was so melodic it seemed almost that of a vibrant flute that was drumming through the echo of broken walls.
Torin found herself slightly dancing through the area, leaning forward at once of those clear see-through openings that were not quite openings. Except this one was covered in brown rubbish. She blew at the window and saw it clear a bit, then wiped her hand over it and growled at getting dirty again. Wiping her hand on her leg once more and peeking through the window almost awkwardly to see nothing but darkness. What was so fascinating by these? Perhaps it had something to do with the tree blocking the view, but Torin abruptly thought of windows as foolish.
