Post by Lena Seragusa on Sept 2, 2007 0:42:14 GMT -5
Character Name: Lena Seragusa
Age:[/b] 5000
History (just a paragraph about your character):[/b] Lena grew up before the turn of christ. She was there to see it happen after dark grew. About three thousand years before that she was murdered after being betrayed by her husband. He murdered her in cold blood as well as her child, Jepardy. Many years have passed since then as well as times. Technology has risen as have the Daimons. They are getting too many too fast. Lena has shyed away from he who would give her soul back to her, she refuses man while protects those who cannot prtotect themselves. Most of mankind, from the Daimons who roam this earth.
Physical Description:[/b] See Siggy
Breed (Dark-Hunter/Daimon/Squire/Mortal):[/b] Dark-Hunter
Sample RP:[/b] Lena awoke in her bed, it was just past sunset. She got up and had a shower, even the immortal had to keep clean, wouldn't want the Daimons to be able to smell you. Her tattoo was just below her breasts. It could not be seen unless her shirt was off which it rarely ever was. She dried off after her shower. She grabbed her black singlet out of the drawer and fitted it and grabbed her dark jeans. She would be hunting tonight.
She grabbed her knife and sheath, attaching it just at her waist. Her other knife, this one, a present from one of thewebby kids went in a sheath at her ankle. She kept them within easy reach at all times. She added her combats and a duster before heading downstairs. Her squire was waiting at the bottom of the stairs, keys in hand. He threw them to her as she reached the bottom. The squire knew that it was useless to talk to her before she went hunting and she never spoke to him.
Today however, was different. "Be careful" She said as she headed out the door. Never before had she been bothered to speak to the squire. Everything was ready. She drove out of the drive way, ready to kick some daimon butt.
Age:[/b] 5000
History (just a paragraph about your character):[/b] Lena grew up before the turn of christ. She was there to see it happen after dark grew. About three thousand years before that she was murdered after being betrayed by her husband. He murdered her in cold blood as well as her child, Jepardy. Many years have passed since then as well as times. Technology has risen as have the Daimons. They are getting too many too fast. Lena has shyed away from he who would give her soul back to her, she refuses man while protects those who cannot prtotect themselves. Most of mankind, from the Daimons who roam this earth.
Physical Description:[/b] See Siggy
Breed (Dark-Hunter/Daimon/Squire/Mortal):[/b] Dark-Hunter
Sample RP:[/b] Lena awoke in her bed, it was just past sunset. She got up and had a shower, even the immortal had to keep clean, wouldn't want the Daimons to be able to smell you. Her tattoo was just below her breasts. It could not be seen unless her shirt was off which it rarely ever was. She dried off after her shower. She grabbed her black singlet out of the drawer and fitted it and grabbed her dark jeans. She would be hunting tonight.
She grabbed her knife and sheath, attaching it just at her waist. Her other knife, this one, a present from one of thewebby kids went in a sheath at her ankle. She kept them within easy reach at all times. She added her combats and a duster before heading downstairs. Her squire was waiting at the bottom of the stairs, keys in hand. He threw them to her as she reached the bottom. The squire knew that it was useless to talk to her before she went hunting and she never spoke to him.
Today however, was different. "Be careful" She said as she headed out the door. Never before had she been bothered to speak to the squire. Everything was ready. She drove out of the drive way, ready to kick some daimon butt.