Post by dante on Jun 13, 2011 11:15:16 GMT -5
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Playby:Lucy Lawless[/center][/size]
Name: Roxy Markings a.k.a. Shinigami Roxy
Age: appears to be 36 but is actual 481 years old
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Species: VD Vampire
Physical Description: I stand at 5’8 about average height for a man. My hair before my human life was ended was a very blonde, and silver in right light. My creator dyed it black at first to separate my past life from this life. Then I dyed it dirty blonde again over the years to fit in I guess. I keep it down to brush my shoulders. I got some scars that will never go away due to the fact that they were made before I was reborn into this life. They’re not much you can barely see them if you tried, but if you know what you’re looking for you can see them. I like clothes that fit me nice and do not get in the way of me being able to kick some ass. The darker the better, to keep people from seeing the blood stains.
Attitude: I’m usually cool and collected trained that way to keep my head from my previous life, but when I was turned my creator taught me how to adapted to the ways around me. I’ll let you know what I’m feeling that night if you’re lucky. You might just leave with your life. Some would say I’m a bit cocky but that’s just from years’ experience at what I do best before and after this life I have now, but I can be a softy at times you can see that from my cat Tobias. [/size]
Family/Pack or Coven: As of now none, expect for Tobias me and my creator had a falling out of sorts. He tried to kill me; I tried to kill him. Messy Mess.
Father: Never knew my father. He was out of the picture before I was born. But the name everyone at the time in the underground called him, “ The Dark King”
Mother: My mother name was Clare Markings, she died when I was 10.
Siblings: I was a difficult child being born. So my mother was never able to have kids after me.Abilities: From years of fighting as an Assassin, its given me two new senses so to speak one to read people. Some would call this reading there aura, but to me people are just open books. I can also do this thing with reading people’s body. This gives me a heads up of what they are going to do. For example if they’re going to throw a haymaker with they’re right. My eyes caught this sends the signal to my brain and I know they’re about to throw a haymaker. These two senses has gone through the roof since I’ve become a vampire. However if the person is to fast or has powers that has nothing to do with movement of they’re body. Than I’m a bit screwed but I’ve come up with ways to deal with that. What a girl has to have her secrets to. I’m not going to tell you everything.
History: My life before my mother died was pretty simple. We lived in a small town that is not on any map anymore at least. Washed away with time it seems. We lived in a small house on a hill side where my mother ran a small business selling flowers and dresses. I was her little helper, but that ended when an illness swept through our town taking many including my mother. I was thrown in the town orphanage. I was shipped from house to house, really no one wanted me. I didn’t want them either. I just wanted my mother back, and those times I helped her with her shop. The last house I was shipped to was of a man named, Philip “ the pig”. The man was a horrible man, drank from dusk to dawn. His house was a mess, and he smelled like a whore house. I was his maid barely had anything to eat myself. I had to live off crumbs for a long while. It wasn’t until I was 14 when the first sign of women hold took me. Let me tell you I had a large pair for my age. I remember the boys of the town chasing after me to court me. The boys of the town weren’t the only ones that notice. The pig forced me to be his toy. He drugged me on and sometimes just simply hit me until I passed out to have his way with me. Sometimes I wake up to him on top of me. Those are the times I wanted to die the most. It wasn’t until two years later I put a end to it. I took Philips life when I was 16 and ran away from the town.
For a while I drifted from town to town working at some place where I could, stealing in others. Until I was caught by some slave traders. I was about to be sold for slaver when a raid was made on the slave traders warehouse. Apparently he was in debt to a lot of people and they sent, “Jackals” After them. Jackals were a nickname for highly skilled Hit man paid to do jobs. Any way I took that time to push my plan for escape that I had set up for a few months while I was there. I was almost free when one of the slave traders that got away too. Found him, he was just about to kill me when a Jackal, by the codename “ The silver Fox” Those were the days. S.F. took me under his wing as his daughter. He said he liked the fire in my eyes when he stumbled upon me. He taught me the trade. How to fight, how to use all types of weapons, even the elements themselves as my weapon. He trained me to be the best at whatever I wanted to be. He taught me how to be human again really. I forgot how that felt. When I was 23, I became a Jackal. Went on mission after mission to gain the respect and approval from S.F.. Foolish me I did not know that I already had it. After every kill I got better. I didn’t do it for the money, but to survive for at that time I started to take on missions for gangs and other underworld peoples. S.F. warned me not to at first because it was a dangerous game, but I didn’t listen. I was stubborn and hard headed. That’s when I got a bounty on my head from rival gangs that I targeted on missions. So my training turned from trying to take on mission to survive as a jackal. That’s when S.F. turned me over to Isaac. A marital arts master of olds. At first he didn’t want to take me as his pupil because he didn’t want his art to be used for killing, but over time I won him over. For ten years I trained with Isaac. Isaac teachings wasn’t just about how to fight or survive but how to truly live. I found peace again. The second time in my life after S.F. took me as his daughter.
I hung up my Jackal life just as S.F. did. Married him, and had several darling children. Their bloodline still runs true to this day. I sometimes check up on them and see my kids in them. Any who this life didn’t last long When I was 38 S.F. as killed by a rival Jackals that had it out for the both of us. He laid down his life for the kids and I to escape. I was so lose in grief that I left the kids with Isaac. He knew what was about to happen. He tried to turn me from that path, but I won’t listen; again I was stubborn. I went on a massacre killing all jackals, gangs and anyone else in my path. I carved a wound in the underworld that gave me the codename “ Shinigami Roxy”, and during that time span of two years of killing none stop.
A vampire by the name of Chogan found me. He heard of me and wanted me as his own, as his new daughter. Hunters had taken his last, so he took me. Drained me of all my blood expect for a drop, than forced his blood into me. Then he threw me from a cliff. His way of testing if I was worthy of being his daughter. I survived of course. I tried to kick his ass but Chogan was old, very, very old. He explained everything to me about my new life. We traveled the world see many cities raise and fall together. He taught me everything I knew about this new life. To him I was perfect, expect for the fact that I couldn’t get over my past life. Chogan thought that it was a weakness that I needed to get rid of. I was at again stubborn. I didn’t want to give up on my past life. It’s what kept me human over the centuries living with Chogan and many other covens that hosted to us at those times. After a while Chogan wanted to put a stop to my human side, so he started to hunt down my descends. I was furious when I caught him. He had already killed half of my bloodline. I killed most of his coven that went with him. None could stand against me. I was a damn good killer in my previous life, and I was even better in this life, with not only Chogan blood running through me but I never stopped training. It was the twenty night of my raid on my own kind. I remember because that previous night Chogan turned one of my descends as a way to throw me off my game. I explained what happened, but she was too young to live this life, so I ended her. It was one of the hardest things I had to do. This just threw more fuel on the fire. I chased Chogan down and killed the rest of his coven, but he knew I would and trapped me in a metal box covered in Vervian. He threw me into the ocean and thought done with me. I used that time to think to myself and calm myself down. I have no clue how long I stayed in that box. I was retrieved by a large fishing boat that was sailing out. They opened the box to find me in there. I was beyond common sense. My animal instinct took over and I feed on the whole crew not leaving one drop of blood. I took the boat and sailed it to the closest town. I could see that the world had changed again and found myself in Seattle, Washington. I torched the boat and swam to shore, and started my life anew.
RP Sample:
Species Code: Vervian
Rules Code:Fried chicken.[/size]
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Playby:Lucy Lawless[/center][/size]
Name: Roxy Markings a.k.a. Shinigami Roxy
Age: appears to be 36 but is actual 481 years old
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Species: VD Vampire
Physical Description: I stand at 5’8 about average height for a man. My hair before my human life was ended was a very blonde, and silver in right light. My creator dyed it black at first to separate my past life from this life. Then I dyed it dirty blonde again over the years to fit in I guess. I keep it down to brush my shoulders. I got some scars that will never go away due to the fact that they were made before I was reborn into this life. They’re not much you can barely see them if you tried, but if you know what you’re looking for you can see them. I like clothes that fit me nice and do not get in the way of me being able to kick some ass. The darker the better, to keep people from seeing the blood stains.
Attitude: I’m usually cool and collected trained that way to keep my head from my previous life, but when I was turned my creator taught me how to adapted to the ways around me. I’ll let you know what I’m feeling that night if you’re lucky. You might just leave with your life. Some would say I’m a bit cocky but that’s just from years’ experience at what I do best before and after this life I have now, but I can be a softy at times you can see that from my cat Tobias. [/size]
Family/Pack or Coven: As of now none, expect for Tobias me and my creator had a falling out of sorts. He tried to kill me; I tried to kill him. Messy Mess.
Father: Never knew my father. He was out of the picture before I was born. But the name everyone at the time in the underground called him, “ The Dark King”
Mother: My mother name was Clare Markings, she died when I was 10.
Siblings: I was a difficult child being born. So my mother was never able to have kids after me.Abilities: From years of fighting as an Assassin, its given me two new senses so to speak one to read people. Some would call this reading there aura, but to me people are just open books. I can also do this thing with reading people’s body. This gives me a heads up of what they are going to do. For example if they’re going to throw a haymaker with they’re right. My eyes caught this sends the signal to my brain and I know they’re about to throw a haymaker. These two senses has gone through the roof since I’ve become a vampire. However if the person is to fast or has powers that has nothing to do with movement of they’re body. Than I’m a bit screwed but I’ve come up with ways to deal with that. What a girl has to have her secrets to. I’m not going to tell you everything.
History: My life before my mother died was pretty simple. We lived in a small town that is not on any map anymore at least. Washed away with time it seems. We lived in a small house on a hill side where my mother ran a small business selling flowers and dresses. I was her little helper, but that ended when an illness swept through our town taking many including my mother. I was thrown in the town orphanage. I was shipped from house to house, really no one wanted me. I didn’t want them either. I just wanted my mother back, and those times I helped her with her shop. The last house I was shipped to was of a man named, Philip “ the pig”. The man was a horrible man, drank from dusk to dawn. His house was a mess, and he smelled like a whore house. I was his maid barely had anything to eat myself. I had to live off crumbs for a long while. It wasn’t until I was 14 when the first sign of women hold took me. Let me tell you I had a large pair for my age. I remember the boys of the town chasing after me to court me. The boys of the town weren’t the only ones that notice. The pig forced me to be his toy. He drugged me on and sometimes just simply hit me until I passed out to have his way with me. Sometimes I wake up to him on top of me. Those are the times I wanted to die the most. It wasn’t until two years later I put a end to it. I took Philips life when I was 16 and ran away from the town.
For a while I drifted from town to town working at some place where I could, stealing in others. Until I was caught by some slave traders. I was about to be sold for slaver when a raid was made on the slave traders warehouse. Apparently he was in debt to a lot of people and they sent, “Jackals” After them. Jackals were a nickname for highly skilled Hit man paid to do jobs. Any way I took that time to push my plan for escape that I had set up for a few months while I was there. I was almost free when one of the slave traders that got away too. Found him, he was just about to kill me when a Jackal, by the codename “ The silver Fox” Those were the days. S.F. took me under his wing as his daughter. He said he liked the fire in my eyes when he stumbled upon me. He taught me the trade. How to fight, how to use all types of weapons, even the elements themselves as my weapon. He trained me to be the best at whatever I wanted to be. He taught me how to be human again really. I forgot how that felt. When I was 23, I became a Jackal. Went on mission after mission to gain the respect and approval from S.F.. Foolish me I did not know that I already had it. After every kill I got better. I didn’t do it for the money, but to survive for at that time I started to take on missions for gangs and other underworld peoples. S.F. warned me not to at first because it was a dangerous game, but I didn’t listen. I was stubborn and hard headed. That’s when I got a bounty on my head from rival gangs that I targeted on missions. So my training turned from trying to take on mission to survive as a jackal. That’s when S.F. turned me over to Isaac. A marital arts master of olds. At first he didn’t want to take me as his pupil because he didn’t want his art to be used for killing, but over time I won him over. For ten years I trained with Isaac. Isaac teachings wasn’t just about how to fight or survive but how to truly live. I found peace again. The second time in my life after S.F. took me as his daughter.
I hung up my Jackal life just as S.F. did. Married him, and had several darling children. Their bloodline still runs true to this day. I sometimes check up on them and see my kids in them. Any who this life didn’t last long When I was 38 S.F. as killed by a rival Jackals that had it out for the both of us. He laid down his life for the kids and I to escape. I was so lose in grief that I left the kids with Isaac. He knew what was about to happen. He tried to turn me from that path, but I won’t listen; again I was stubborn. I went on a massacre killing all jackals, gangs and anyone else in my path. I carved a wound in the underworld that gave me the codename “ Shinigami Roxy”, and during that time span of two years of killing none stop.
A vampire by the name of Chogan found me. He heard of me and wanted me as his own, as his new daughter. Hunters had taken his last, so he took me. Drained me of all my blood expect for a drop, than forced his blood into me. Then he threw me from a cliff. His way of testing if I was worthy of being his daughter. I survived of course. I tried to kick his ass but Chogan was old, very, very old. He explained everything to me about my new life. We traveled the world see many cities raise and fall together. He taught me everything I knew about this new life. To him I was perfect, expect for the fact that I couldn’t get over my past life. Chogan thought that it was a weakness that I needed to get rid of. I was at again stubborn. I didn’t want to give up on my past life. It’s what kept me human over the centuries living with Chogan and many other covens that hosted to us at those times. After a while Chogan wanted to put a stop to my human side, so he started to hunt down my descends. I was furious when I caught him. He had already killed half of my bloodline. I killed most of his coven that went with him. None could stand against me. I was a damn good killer in my previous life, and I was even better in this life, with not only Chogan blood running through me but I never stopped training. It was the twenty night of my raid on my own kind. I remember because that previous night Chogan turned one of my descends as a way to throw me off my game. I explained what happened, but she was too young to live this life, so I ended her. It was one of the hardest things I had to do. This just threw more fuel on the fire. I chased Chogan down and killed the rest of his coven, but he knew I would and trapped me in a metal box covered in Vervian. He threw me into the ocean and thought done with me. I used that time to think to myself and calm myself down. I have no clue how long I stayed in that box. I was retrieved by a large fishing boat that was sailing out. They opened the box to find me in there. I was beyond common sense. My animal instinct took over and I feed on the whole crew not leaving one drop of blood. I took the boat and sailed it to the closest town. I could see that the world had changed again and found myself in Seattle, Washington. I torched the boat and swam to shore, and started my life anew.
RP Sample:
Watching and waiting for the sun to go down became somewhat of a past time around this time. I marked it with my work outs. First the pull ups with one finger, while holding my weapon of course, A Katana that weight roughly 300 hundred pounds. Then moved on to sit ups, upside down push-ups. While doing this my mind drifts off to the past when Chogan would get on to me about doing these mortal things. Just like than I push his words and thoughts out of my mind. As I reach 200 reps, I would sit down cross my legs and mediate for a few hours. Remembering all my teachings as well trying to find a good snack out in the city. As of now I didn’t take up a home, but lived in run down warehouse. It crossed from where the city life meet the ocean. A perfect place to dump a body. As I dove deeper into my mediation. I found my type of snack. I he wasn’t that far from here. By the way his heart pumped he lived a life of a smoker and alcohol, and by the way he smelled he just got wasted. Just like every night when she dove this deep. Her memories of the pig was brought up and how her life was back then. Than it drifted on to S.F., and that’s where I stood up as the sun took a long nap and the moon came out to run the show. “About time.” I mutter as I slip on my leather jacket that brushes my lower legs. This night I was rocking the leather mini-skirt with a black shirt that showed off my adenomas; with black boots and fishnets. I tied my hair up in a ponytail, and checked myself in the mirror. “To die for.” I smile as I check my Katana in its hiding spot inside the jacket and make my way out for a good time in the city.
Species Code: Vervian
Rules Code:Fried chicken.[/size]
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