01-26-2012, 11:10 PM
Name: Andromeda Crowe the Mistress Eternal
Age: Looks 22
Race: Generic (Kindred Vampire)
Sex: Female
Starting Planet: Earth
Profession: Assassin
Fighting Style: Precise
Short Bio: A Kindred Vampire who seems klutzy and sweet, but has a very short temper. Her hobbies include art and cross-making, and she has a very twisted mindset. She was a natural born Kindred (a form of undead) turned vampire when her clan decided they needed more people on the offense than their defense. Though she holds the title “Mistress Eternal” she is really under the command of the clan leader. She hates taking orders, but the electric collar around her neck says otherwise…
General Description: Andromeda is a 5’9”, 193 lbs, Kindred Vampire. Her skin is a bluish gray, and her eyes are slate gray when not in vampire form (the only difference between forms is the eyes) and in vampire form they glow a vivid blood red. Her hair is worn in a conservative librarian-style bun, and is a shade darker than gold. Her measurements are: 44” DD, 31”, 40”.
Starting Abilities: Combat Teleportation, Ki Sense
Trait: Defiant
Stats: (all must be a combined total of 100%, with the exception of choosing Inner Strengh as an Ability, which gives you an extra 15%)
• Strength - 10%
• Focus - 30%
• Endurance - 40%
• Agility - 20%
Role-play Sample:
The room was spinning. Whatever happened the night before left Andromeda’s head reeling and her stomach jumbled in knots.
Slowly she sat up. Unable to see more than blurs, she patted the surface beneath her. Cold. Metallic. She smelt something like disinfectant in the air, and the sickly smell of latex. The temperature in the room felt cold, maybe in the upper sixties. She swallowed.
Nothing she could think of could stop the surmounting terror that rose from deep within her chest.
Where was she?
What happened??
She blinked several times to try and diminish the blur, but it hardly did more than make her drowsy. In the fog of her confusion, she heard crackling and buzzing overhead. Perhaps it was faulty lighting? Andromeda tilted her head down in thought. That would explain the fading in and out of darkness she saw through her blurred vision. Good. She wasn’t going to lose consciousness.
She turned on the… table? ...and slowly put one foot after the other on the floor. It was sticky and wet, and just a little warm. A new smell tingled in her nose. She couldn’t put her finger on it, but it made her oddly…hungry. She knelt, put her hand to the floor, coated her palm with the substance. She could feel it ooze slowly from her splayed fingers as she pulled it up.
She sniffed at it now that it was closer. Still no recollection of where she knew the smell.
Hesitantly, yet almost eagerly, she flicked her tongue over her palm. She smacked her lips together to try and get the flavor…
Almost immediately, she felt the most strange series of jolts. Delight. Fulfillment. Fear. Horror. Disgust. The flavor of sharp iron and bitter salt flooded her senses.
Blood.
In an instant, her vision came back. She no longer felt weak or tired. She spun around to view her surroundings. She pulled to a stop when she saw the reflective metal cabinets. The opposite end of the room, the side parallel to the cabinets, was reflecting back at the windows in an eternal loop of reflections. Yet Andromeda quivered in slight horror. Her reflection, which should have been as solid as her, peered back in an eerie translucence. She let out a soft gasp, one of utter horror and disbelief. Were her eyes glowing red?
Two bright orbs of red kept a steady pace of fading in and out beneath her disheveled bangs.
For what little of a reflection she had, she could see her clothes were tattered and torn, ripped and mangled, and could barely be considered rags in the state they were in. They barely covered her bosom and nether regions, just barely enough there that imagination was not at all necessary to see what lay beneath the flimsy fabric. Instinctively, she shielded her body, self-conscious of her near-nakedness.
A creak came from behind, she spun around in a flash to investigate. The door had crept open, but no one was in sight.
Age: Looks 22
Race: Generic (Kindred Vampire)
Sex: Female
Starting Planet: Earth
Profession: Assassin
Fighting Style: Precise
Short Bio: A Kindred Vampire who seems klutzy and sweet, but has a very short temper. Her hobbies include art and cross-making, and she has a very twisted mindset. She was a natural born Kindred (a form of undead) turned vampire when her clan decided they needed more people on the offense than their defense. Though she holds the title “Mistress Eternal” she is really under the command of the clan leader. She hates taking orders, but the electric collar around her neck says otherwise…
General Description: Andromeda is a 5’9”, 193 lbs, Kindred Vampire. Her skin is a bluish gray, and her eyes are slate gray when not in vampire form (the only difference between forms is the eyes) and in vampire form they glow a vivid blood red. Her hair is worn in a conservative librarian-style bun, and is a shade darker than gold. Her measurements are: 44” DD, 31”, 40”.
Starting Abilities: Combat Teleportation, Ki Sense
Trait: Defiant
Stats: (all must be a combined total of 100%, with the exception of choosing Inner Strengh as an Ability, which gives you an extra 15%)
• Strength - 10%
• Focus - 30%
• Endurance - 40%
• Agility - 20%
Role-play Sample:
The room was spinning. Whatever happened the night before left Andromeda’s head reeling and her stomach jumbled in knots.
Slowly she sat up. Unable to see more than blurs, she patted the surface beneath her. Cold. Metallic. She smelt something like disinfectant in the air, and the sickly smell of latex. The temperature in the room felt cold, maybe in the upper sixties. She swallowed.
Nothing she could think of could stop the surmounting terror that rose from deep within her chest.
Where was she?
What happened??
She blinked several times to try and diminish the blur, but it hardly did more than make her drowsy. In the fog of her confusion, she heard crackling and buzzing overhead. Perhaps it was faulty lighting? Andromeda tilted her head down in thought. That would explain the fading in and out of darkness she saw through her blurred vision. Good. She wasn’t going to lose consciousness.
She turned on the… table? ...and slowly put one foot after the other on the floor. It was sticky and wet, and just a little warm. A new smell tingled in her nose. She couldn’t put her finger on it, but it made her oddly…hungry. She knelt, put her hand to the floor, coated her palm with the substance. She could feel it ooze slowly from her splayed fingers as she pulled it up.
She sniffed at it now that it was closer. Still no recollection of where she knew the smell.
Hesitantly, yet almost eagerly, she flicked her tongue over her palm. She smacked her lips together to try and get the flavor…
Almost immediately, she felt the most strange series of jolts. Delight. Fulfillment. Fear. Horror. Disgust. The flavor of sharp iron and bitter salt flooded her senses.
Blood.
In an instant, her vision came back. She no longer felt weak or tired. She spun around to view her surroundings. She pulled to a stop when she saw the reflective metal cabinets. The opposite end of the room, the side parallel to the cabinets, was reflecting back at the windows in an eternal loop of reflections. Yet Andromeda quivered in slight horror. Her reflection, which should have been as solid as her, peered back in an eerie translucence. She let out a soft gasp, one of utter horror and disbelief. Were her eyes glowing red?
Two bright orbs of red kept a steady pace of fading in and out beneath her disheveled bangs.
For what little of a reflection she had, she could see her clothes were tattered and torn, ripped and mangled, and could barely be considered rags in the state they were in. They barely covered her bosom and nether regions, just barely enough there that imagination was not at all necessary to see what lay beneath the flimsy fabric. Instinctively, she shielded her body, self-conscious of her near-nakedness.
A creak came from behind, she spun around in a flash to investigate. The door had crept open, but no one was in sight.
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