12-14-2008, 07:10 PM
OUT OF CHARACTER:
1. Character Name: Allegro Aston
2. Character Birthdate (including year): Allegro was born on January 6th, and is two years old.
3. Whether s/he is a regular wolf or a Luperci: Regular wolf
4. Gender: Female
5. Your e-mail: cupidbby@gmail.com
6. A secondary form of contact (AIM, MSN, Y!M): E-mail, if you do not mind.
7. How did you learn/hear about 'Souls?: Tammi @ Neopets
8. If joining OOCly, 3 examples of Role Play: Well, my example is something one thousand words, so I just split it up into three parts. If that is unacceptable, please just tell me.
The cobblestone streets were bare; the usual scurry of the villagers was no where to be found. The wind was lurking its way into the cracks of the stone sidewalks, the noise so rattling it shook the lowland shrubs near the buildings. The buildings themselves seemed to more unimportant then ever, with the lights dimmed, if not completely off. The trees swaying in the wind were silent; quieter then usual. Brackenington, population 89, was not the best place to be.
Especially tonight. Something was brewing; not evil but certainly not holy. As she stood there, in her black cloak and bare feet, even the blind man would sense that she was evil. But she wasn't. Not completely, at least. She was called Aviendah around the town of Brackenington. The townsfolk forbade her from coming into town during the day, so nighttime was her time. No one could take those few hours away from her.
Aviendah was evil in a strange, mysterious sort of way. She would torture someone for being rude to another citizen. Her only friend, Raevaughn, always told her that she was the modern Robin Hood. Aviendah whole-heartedly disagreed. Robin Hood took from the rich to give to the poor. She took from the rich and made their life miserable. It had nothing to do with the poor or at least, that was her opinion. Aviendah had a strange look on life. Life was something you should fear; something you shouldn't miss after death. Death came and took you to another world, and you rotted there for eternity. Forever.
There Aviendah stood, glaring into the thatched roof homes, barely moving her eyesight from the town center. Every step she took she could hear the pebbles on the ground rattling and shaking in pure disgust. Aviendah sensed the pebbles, the small rocks, under her feet. Her gift was kicking on, almost like an old machine finally working after days of trying.
Her gift. Aviendah grinned at the thought of it. She could sense the feelings of everyone; everything. The pebbles had thoughts, desires, dislikes, and anything else a normal human would. That's why torturing her enemies was such fun. She could feel how much they hated her; hated her for ruining their life by killing them. Aviendah knew how grim she was and adored herself for it. Aviendah was vain, grim and odd.
----
Aviendah's strange appearance illuminated brightly from the moonlight. She wasn't the most gorgeous girl in town. In fact, she was quite the opposite. Her nose was long, bony and covered in light, almond brown freckles. Her skin was light but also dark at the same time. Aviendah's hair was a radiant, thick brunette shade. Her eyes were bright blue but not at all striking. Her freckles were all over her body; her face, her legs, her arms. The tiny dots were so close together, sometimes it looked like a large mass of hair. But if anyone dared to think of that, they would be dead in an instant. Aviendah was short, frail and skinny. Her cheekbones were high and scrawny looking. Aviendah wasn't very attractive but that didn't matter to her.
She had a duty in life.
Aviendah continued to walk. The cobblestone streets seemed to be alive. Her other gift, her final one, was quite the opposite of her first one. She could see the dead as ghosts but only doing the tasks and duties of their former lives. As she stepped onto the circular step that lead into the well at the town center, she saw a young girl playing in the well. Her skin was pale and her hair was a light blond color. Unlike the other ghosts she normally saw, this one looked happy. Aviendah was confused. Ghosts were dead spirits! They weren't supposed to have feelings! This was ... different. Aviendah didn't like different. Actually, she hated it. Things weren't allowed to change.
Aviendah glared her eyes at the ghost, turning them into tiny slits. She looked murderous, which wouldn't help because the ghost could not see her. Aviendah roared at the spirt since it did not move or even make note of her. How dare such a foul creature think so poorly of her! If humans couldn't appreciate her and her powers, at least something should! A dead spirit could probably be her last choice but it was obviously better then nothing. She felt weak, or at least weaker.
----
Aviendah decided to drop it before she woke the citizens. Hannah Gumbs, the mayor of Brackenington, would never let her near the town center if she destroyed something. Or someone. The town center was, obviously, the center of town. The well held the magical liquid of which Aviendah fed off of. If she didn't have it, she would eventually lose her powers and die. Dying would be a marvelous experience but she wasn't ready. Being immortal, she had eternity to wait for the day she wanted to leave Earth for good.
Aviendah rested herself on the side of her well, looking deep down into it. She wasn't thirsty that night, having her fair share the evening before. Raevaughn had come two nights ago. She thought of bringing him some but soon erased the thoughts. If he was thirsty, he would have come with her. Aviendah sighed for about the fourth time that night and relaxed. She was always very tense, especially away from her home with Rae. Aviendah was about to reach in the well for a sip, deciding she was thirsty, but she soon heard it.
The rumbling of the ground beneath her. It was him. Not Raevaughn, not a townsfolk, but him. The one who had caused her so much pain; so many tears. He told Aviendah that after that twenty aching years he would be done with her. He lied. Of course he lied! Aviendah couldn't believe she had been so stupid; she had fallen for the same cursed lies over and over again. She clenched her fists and in an instant, he was there. He stood over her, mouth dripping with liquid. Aviendah, the great, grim Aviendah, was scared.
"You," the words practically spat out of his mouth.
Brackenington, population 89, was certainly not the best place to be.
1. Character Name: Allegro Aston
2. Character Birthdate (including year): Allegro was born on January 6th, and is two years old.
3. Whether s/he is a regular wolf or a Luperci: Regular wolf
4. Gender: Female
5. Your e-mail: cupidbby@gmail.com
6. A secondary form of contact (AIM, MSN, Y!M): E-mail, if you do not mind.
7. How did you learn/hear about 'Souls?: Tammi @ Neopets
8. If joining OOCly, 3 examples of Role Play: Well, my example is something one thousand words, so I just split it up into three parts. If that is unacceptable, please just tell me.
The cobblestone streets were bare; the usual scurry of the villagers was no where to be found. The wind was lurking its way into the cracks of the stone sidewalks, the noise so rattling it shook the lowland shrubs near the buildings. The buildings themselves seemed to more unimportant then ever, with the lights dimmed, if not completely off. The trees swaying in the wind were silent; quieter then usual. Brackenington, population 89, was not the best place to be.
Especially tonight. Something was brewing; not evil but certainly not holy. As she stood there, in her black cloak and bare feet, even the blind man would sense that she was evil. But she wasn't. Not completely, at least. She was called Aviendah around the town of Brackenington. The townsfolk forbade her from coming into town during the day, so nighttime was her time. No one could take those few hours away from her.
Aviendah was evil in a strange, mysterious sort of way. She would torture someone for being rude to another citizen. Her only friend, Raevaughn, always told her that she was the modern Robin Hood. Aviendah whole-heartedly disagreed. Robin Hood took from the rich to give to the poor. She took from the rich and made their life miserable. It had nothing to do with the poor or at least, that was her opinion. Aviendah had a strange look on life. Life was something you should fear; something you shouldn't miss after death. Death came and took you to another world, and you rotted there for eternity. Forever.
There Aviendah stood, glaring into the thatched roof homes, barely moving her eyesight from the town center. Every step she took she could hear the pebbles on the ground rattling and shaking in pure disgust. Aviendah sensed the pebbles, the small rocks, under her feet. Her gift was kicking on, almost like an old machine finally working after days of trying.
Her gift. Aviendah grinned at the thought of it. She could sense the feelings of everyone; everything. The pebbles had thoughts, desires, dislikes, and anything else a normal human would. That's why torturing her enemies was such fun. She could feel how much they hated her; hated her for ruining their life by killing them. Aviendah knew how grim she was and adored herself for it. Aviendah was vain, grim and odd.
----
Aviendah's strange appearance illuminated brightly from the moonlight. She wasn't the most gorgeous girl in town. In fact, she was quite the opposite. Her nose was long, bony and covered in light, almond brown freckles. Her skin was light but also dark at the same time. Aviendah's hair was a radiant, thick brunette shade. Her eyes were bright blue but not at all striking. Her freckles were all over her body; her face, her legs, her arms. The tiny dots were so close together, sometimes it looked like a large mass of hair. But if anyone dared to think of that, they would be dead in an instant. Aviendah was short, frail and skinny. Her cheekbones were high and scrawny looking. Aviendah wasn't very attractive but that didn't matter to her.
She had a duty in life.
Aviendah continued to walk. The cobblestone streets seemed to be alive. Her other gift, her final one, was quite the opposite of her first one. She could see the dead as ghosts but only doing the tasks and duties of their former lives. As she stepped onto the circular step that lead into the well at the town center, she saw a young girl playing in the well. Her skin was pale and her hair was a light blond color. Unlike the other ghosts she normally saw, this one looked happy. Aviendah was confused. Ghosts were dead spirits! They weren't supposed to have feelings! This was ... different. Aviendah didn't like different. Actually, she hated it. Things weren't allowed to change.
Aviendah glared her eyes at the ghost, turning them into tiny slits. She looked murderous, which wouldn't help because the ghost could not see her. Aviendah roared at the spirt since it did not move or even make note of her. How dare such a foul creature think so poorly of her! If humans couldn't appreciate her and her powers, at least something should! A dead spirit could probably be her last choice but it was obviously better then nothing. She felt weak, or at least weaker.
----
Aviendah decided to drop it before she woke the citizens. Hannah Gumbs, the mayor of Brackenington, would never let her near the town center if she destroyed something. Or someone. The town center was, obviously, the center of town. The well held the magical liquid of which Aviendah fed off of. If she didn't have it, she would eventually lose her powers and die. Dying would be a marvelous experience but she wasn't ready. Being immortal, she had eternity to wait for the day she wanted to leave Earth for good.
Aviendah rested herself on the side of her well, looking deep down into it. She wasn't thirsty that night, having her fair share the evening before. Raevaughn had come two nights ago. She thought of bringing him some but soon erased the thoughts. If he was thirsty, he would have come with her. Aviendah sighed for about the fourth time that night and relaxed. She was always very tense, especially away from her home with Rae. Aviendah was about to reach in the well for a sip, deciding she was thirsty, but she soon heard it.
The rumbling of the ground beneath her. It was him. Not Raevaughn, not a townsfolk, but him. The one who had caused her so much pain; so many tears. He told Aviendah that after that twenty aching years he would be done with her. He lied. Of course he lied! Aviendah couldn't believe she had been so stupid; she had fallen for the same cursed lies over and over again. She clenched her fists and in an instant, he was there. He stood over her, mouth dripping with liquid. Aviendah, the great, grim Aviendah, was scared.
"You," the words practically spat out of his mouth.
Brackenington, population 89, was certainly not the best place to be.