Post by Arual on Oct 30, 2008 20:17:17 GMT -5
((Honestly, for things like background- I could make a whole flippin story out of it- so ill try not to....but still keep that style so I feel more compelled to write it correctly and willingly to continue when I have time this week.))
Name- Johanna Priestall
Age- 16
Date of Birth- 12/9/----
**Was orhpaned, so she doesn't know exactly what date it was.**
Homelands- Has none....never had.
Race- Vampire, Human
Class- Necromancer
Final- Styx Ferry
Styx Ferry is something (Laura JUST thought of so be nice) that will have a long lasting term of pain and suffering as if you were going down the soul filled river Styx in Hell. The power itself can be ranged depending on the user and their capibilities, as well as mental and physical strength. This method is mostly used for an immediate kill, unless the user decides to find some mercy and leave the prey in an everlasting shell of a literal Hell without their death as an end result.
Another possible use is for paralysis when (as a Vampire) trying to get blood from their target. It's not to be taken lightly, and sometimes can drain you to an all-time low in strength.
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{Physical Description}
The ways of a vampire have somewhat heightened Johanna's appearance, though she honestly was never terribly ugly. Johanna was an average girl, cinnamon tinted skin with blackish brown hair that came to the bottom of her chest if it was left down. Her eyes were like the ocean; a pale and medium shade of blue with a touch of green.
The young woman stood about five foot five with a healthy look of a thin boned appearance, but she had enough muscle to survive and look nothing like an anorexic girl. She wore a purple trench coat (the shorter kind), black pants (maybe jeans, unsure right now) and a pair of multi-seasoned boots to keep her feet warm. Beneath the jacket was a black top with a lime green camisole under it, the black over shirt having sleeves that came almost to the end of her sholders and sported a hole. Where the hole came from is not known, or any concern to Johanna as compared to what she would eat for dinner. Her nails were cheaply painted white by her own hands, and she kept them warm with some fingerless wool gloves that halted at her knuckles.
(If I must, I'll add more- but I think I covered all the bases there ^^)
{Background}
It was not easy, to say the least. Moving was always the alternative whenever things seemed to be slipping, and the piercing eyes of those around her grew too heavy a burden to lift.
Nevertheless, it started......hm, where had it begun anyways? Oh, yes.... age eight.
After a final signature to her adoption documents from her new parents and the orphanage, Johanna was ready to live a new life with a loving couple she may have one day called 'Mom' and 'Dad'. The caretakers helped pack what little things the child had of her own in such a large home for family-less kids, and handed it to the new mother with a matching wide smile that all four of them had on their faces.
The world of humans is more corrupt like a game of chess for the demons of Hell, all know that there is no salvation in most cases when one comes across an unfortunate event. The night of spilt blood was yet to come, and on Christmas eve, when Johanna insisted they go back to let her see her friends-
The three of them had let themselves in the silent shelter with a sunken stomach that told their brains to get out; but Johanna's mother softly looked around the dark house, calling for one of the caretakers to come down.....anyone.
Johanna went up the cold, hollow stairs and onto the second floor. Her father's grip could not reach her in time and he instead chased after her, double timing his pace when he heard her scream.
Bodies scattered themsleves with pools of blood from the ceiling to the deepest staple of the rug into the floorboards. No room was left unturned, and the nightmare began! The House was a slaughter- and Johanna and her parents had come just in time for the end of the feast. In the end the vicious vampire who sunk so low as to go as far as it did had decided to kill all but one little soul: Johanna; The frightened, scared, heartbroken and pained little Jo.
Parents, gone. Friends, gone. It all fell right back to ground zero! Jo was bitten, left alone for dead- and obivously something much worse. Johanna had one soul saviour despite it all, even through more then six years passing; and was in his debt. He saved her from that monster that night, and for five years always had an eye on his 'little orphan'. The boy could not have had more then the aged up to twenty, and even that had pushed it. For the sake of details, lets estimate it to be around sixteen or seventeen. To Johanna, he was beautiful in every single way; and always was there when she needed him. What always made it special to see him was that she never asked for him to come. He just kind of....arrived wherever she happened to be. It never mattered where she was, just that she was in need of help.
Johanna left New York after her guardian angle had looked after her from time to time- but soon and unexpectantly left her. The transition was more then a little painful on her part, but she knew he was well known for leaving at long periods. He would find her until one of them had turned to ash....she prayed it so, at any rate.
The young woman now tried to make ends meet at each place she began a new life at until it was obvious that her newly given powers were too hard to handle on her own. A card had fallen out of the sky one sunny fall afternoon, for the infamous Twilight Moon Academy. The young woman now hopes that perhaps after the trauma, and the high sense of being lost as what to do- or where to go, TMA would help her find it. Perhaps, even find her watchful angle.
Name- Johanna Priestall
Age- 16
Date of Birth- 12/9/----
**Was orhpaned, so she doesn't know exactly what date it was.**
Homelands- Has none....never had.
Race- Vampire, Human
Class- Necromancer
Final- Styx Ferry
Styx Ferry is something (Laura JUST thought of so be nice) that will have a long lasting term of pain and suffering as if you were going down the soul filled river Styx in Hell. The power itself can be ranged depending on the user and their capibilities, as well as mental and physical strength. This method is mostly used for an immediate kill, unless the user decides to find some mercy and leave the prey in an everlasting shell of a literal Hell without their death as an end result.
Another possible use is for paralysis when (as a Vampire) trying to get blood from their target. It's not to be taken lightly, and sometimes can drain you to an all-time low in strength.
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{Physical Description}
The ways of a vampire have somewhat heightened Johanna's appearance, though she honestly was never terribly ugly. Johanna was an average girl, cinnamon tinted skin with blackish brown hair that came to the bottom of her chest if it was left down. Her eyes were like the ocean; a pale and medium shade of blue with a touch of green.
The young woman stood about five foot five with a healthy look of a thin boned appearance, but she had enough muscle to survive and look nothing like an anorexic girl. She wore a purple trench coat (the shorter kind), black pants (maybe jeans, unsure right now) and a pair of multi-seasoned boots to keep her feet warm. Beneath the jacket was a black top with a lime green camisole under it, the black over shirt having sleeves that came almost to the end of her sholders and sported a hole. Where the hole came from is not known, or any concern to Johanna as compared to what she would eat for dinner. Her nails were cheaply painted white by her own hands, and she kept them warm with some fingerless wool gloves that halted at her knuckles.
(If I must, I'll add more- but I think I covered all the bases there ^^)
{Background}
It was not easy, to say the least. Moving was always the alternative whenever things seemed to be slipping, and the piercing eyes of those around her grew too heavy a burden to lift.
Nevertheless, it started......hm, where had it begun anyways? Oh, yes.... age eight.
After a final signature to her adoption documents from her new parents and the orphanage, Johanna was ready to live a new life with a loving couple she may have one day called 'Mom' and 'Dad'. The caretakers helped pack what little things the child had of her own in such a large home for family-less kids, and handed it to the new mother with a matching wide smile that all four of them had on their faces.
The world of humans is more corrupt like a game of chess for the demons of Hell, all know that there is no salvation in most cases when one comes across an unfortunate event. The night of spilt blood was yet to come, and on Christmas eve, when Johanna insisted they go back to let her see her friends-
The three of them had let themselves in the silent shelter with a sunken stomach that told their brains to get out; but Johanna's mother softly looked around the dark house, calling for one of the caretakers to come down.....anyone.
Johanna went up the cold, hollow stairs and onto the second floor. Her father's grip could not reach her in time and he instead chased after her, double timing his pace when he heard her scream.
Bodies scattered themsleves with pools of blood from the ceiling to the deepest staple of the rug into the floorboards. No room was left unturned, and the nightmare began! The House was a slaughter- and Johanna and her parents had come just in time for the end of the feast. In the end the vicious vampire who sunk so low as to go as far as it did had decided to kill all but one little soul: Johanna; The frightened, scared, heartbroken and pained little Jo.
Parents, gone. Friends, gone. It all fell right back to ground zero! Jo was bitten, left alone for dead- and obivously something much worse. Johanna had one soul saviour despite it all, even through more then six years passing; and was in his debt. He saved her from that monster that night, and for five years always had an eye on his 'little orphan'. The boy could not have had more then the aged up to twenty, and even that had pushed it. For the sake of details, lets estimate it to be around sixteen or seventeen. To Johanna, he was beautiful in every single way; and always was there when she needed him. What always made it special to see him was that she never asked for him to come. He just kind of....arrived wherever she happened to be. It never mattered where she was, just that she was in need of help.
Johanna left New York after her guardian angle had looked after her from time to time- but soon and unexpectantly left her. The transition was more then a little painful on her part, but she knew he was well known for leaving at long periods. He would find her until one of them had turned to ash....she prayed it so, at any rate.
The young woman now tried to make ends meet at each place she began a new life at until it was obvious that her newly given powers were too hard to handle on her own. A card had fallen out of the sky one sunny fall afternoon, for the infamous Twilight Moon Academy. The young woman now hopes that perhaps after the trauma, and the high sense of being lost as what to do- or where to go, TMA would help her find it. Perhaps, even find her watchful angle.