Post by Aϻαгα on May 24, 2009 15:53:29 GMT -5
Name: Amarantha
Nickname: Amara
Apparent Age: Eleven
Vampiric Age: 1107
Hair: A dark brown
Eyes: Hazel. They change color throughout the day.
Weight: About 70 pounds
Height: Four foot and nine inches
Nationality: Um...Greek
Clothing: Amara has a tendency to wear long dark shirts and either long skirts, jeans, or any other type of long pants. For footwear, sneakers are prefered, but she will wear anything comfortable. Her favorite shoes, though, are a pair of rainbow-coloured sandals with little flowers on them. They amplify the "cute vibe". She will almost always be seen with a bow somewhere, or a hat and a bow. Also, Amara hates dresses. Period.
Alliance: Kindred
Personality:
When you think of the name Amara, what word comes to mind? Err...two, actually: Female Dog. Amara has a strange ability to wrap people, and vampires, around her little fingers. Bossy and sharp, she is still "daddy's little girl" and her "daddy" loves her just the same. Due to the fact that Sarmad is like a father to her, she absolutely adores him, as well as the ability to get him to do whatever she asks of him. She loves being in charge. Well...aside from Daddy dearest. Naturally, being a vampire, Amara loves the smell, and taste, of blood. Amara chooses to kill through persuasion. She acts like a sweet eleven-year-old to get the person to show her someplace or her her "find her mommy and daddy". Then, she turns sinister.
Killer with a passion, I guess you could say that Amara kills a little too much. Then again, with the resistance on the loose, there is no such thing as killing too much. Due to the fact that she is a strong actress, it is sometimes quite difficult to tell whether or not she is speaking the truth. She absolutely hates it when people don't believe her. Also, when they act as if she does not exist.
Favorites:
+ The ability to act
+ Fooling people, stupid humans!
+ The smell and taste of blood
+ Killing
+ Cloudy days
+ Night
+ Rainbows
+ Bracelets and rings
+ The Kindred members
+ Being hyper
+ Playing
Least Favorites:
- The resistance, humans and hunters
- Getting fooled
- Being ignored
- Escapers [never happens]
- The Sun
- Ugly colors and ugly things
- Necklaces
- Getting yelled at
- Being treated badly
- Her ex-family
Turning: At the age of eleven, Amarantha lived with Joshua Simon and Amanda Simon. They were the sweetest parents ever. She never complained, and always tried to hide what they did so she didn't look terrible. What exactly did they do? They abused her to the best of their abilities. Every day, Amara would find herself in her bedroom, crying and being hit or kicked. Then, she ran. She ran and ran as fast and as far as her eleven-year-old legs could carry her. She refused to stop running. At least one mile away from home, many hours had passed. Being only eleven, she had no idea it would take this long and that she would be so hungry. She sighed and rested on a rock, sitting and resting, resting and sitting. For about fifteen minutes. Then, she started running again. Whenever people would ask, all she would say was "Oh. I'm just jogging. I'm gonna turn around soon!" She'd keep that cute smile on her face and sprint a bit farther. Already a few days had passed. Sick and tired, she lay on the side of the road, half-dead. The color was drained from her face, her lungs screamed. Her stomach yearned for the taste of even stale bread, her throat begged for the feel of even burning water to slide down it.
Then, he came along.
Her hazel eyes were dull and tired, as she saw the man come over to her. She tried to kick and scream, but she had no strength and no sound would leave her mouth. Her success was simply various forms of twisting and churning. Then, she felt something on her neck, and then a sharp pain. She had enough energy to gasp, then she felt that strange sensation. Pain began to build from that very spot on her neck. She couldn't even reach up. She was writhing too harshly. She looked up, only to see a blurry vision of a man's silloutte in front of her. She was able to open her mouth and say one thing: Help.
Help... Her voice croaked and cracked as she had the feeling she was on fire. She looked at him, her eyes thick with pain and longing. She could slightly tell that he felt terrible for doing this to her, but what could he do now?
The gums in her mouth stung slightly as she felt the her new teeth with the tip of her tongue. Sharper than before, pointier than before. Her skin felt different, thicker, but just as soft. Yet, in its own way, it felt brittle. Her vision changed. She could see every grain of dirt on the ground in which she was sitting upon. She could hear a wolf's howl from a few miles away. And still, her throat burned. Not for water or food, though. She wanted blood. Then, it clicked.
After three agonizing hours, she blinked twice, looking at the man who changed her. She was a vampire, just like him.
Strengths:
+ actress
+ can be sweet
+ controlling her cravings, after all. She is 1107 years old
+ quite intelligent
+ speed, slight strength, and such.
Weaknesses:
- only a ticking time bomb
- acting without thinking
- speaking without thinking
- fighting. Yes, she's quick and strong, but that doesn't mean that an eleven-year-old body is great for fighting.
- ADD positive
History:
[human life]
If you haven't read the above (turning)
Amarantha was abused as a child. After she turned about five, she "lost her cuteness" and her two parents would hit her and strike her like she was a bad dog. She would be ignored and loose a lot of weight due to malnutrition. Amara never felt loved, so she never loved anybody else. She would always look at the sky and wish upon that shooting star, where ever she was. By the time she was eleven, she took off. She sneaked out her bedroom window and ran as far away as she could. After a few days, she was found by Sarmad and changed.
[vampire life]
After she got turned, Amara lived with Sarmad and they escaped Canada. Sarmad took Amara under his wing and they left for Great Britan. There, her life started anew. Sarmad and she were like father and daughter, and along the way, they picked up a few more vampires. Still, none had the bond that Sarmad and Amara did. Yes, they each had their share of changing people, but no two vampires could ever be this close.
------
Your Name: Daniella
Roleplaying sample: A small girl, about the size of a tall ten-year-old or a small eleven-year-old, quickly made her way from her small room. Swiftly, she stepped silently from the home. It was as if she were walking on air. Along with a few of the fighters and Sarmad, the young girl slowly got to one of the bases. She boldly stepped up, as if she was only looking before a man came up to her.
And what do you thing you're doing, miss?
He asked her. She smiled sweetly and began to speak. Well. I was simply walking by and I saw this really pretty tree! Oh my gosh! Can I show you!?!? she asked, eagerly. Her hazel eyes were a light green by then. Also, her cute eagerness made the worker agree. She led him to the place where the others were, and from there, they took care of things. A smug look on her face, Amara sat on a rock while her darling family tortured the man, then killed him. With the information they needed, the base fell during that night.
other: I'm sorry about the overly unbelievably short post ditto with the history. I'm really not in the posty mood. I'm sorry. I'll revise it if you wish.
Nickname: Amara
Apparent Age: Eleven
Vampiric Age: 1107
Hair: A dark brown
Eyes: Hazel. They change color throughout the day.
Weight: About 70 pounds
Height: Four foot and nine inches
Nationality: Um...Greek
Clothing: Amara has a tendency to wear long dark shirts and either long skirts, jeans, or any other type of long pants. For footwear, sneakers are prefered, but she will wear anything comfortable. Her favorite shoes, though, are a pair of rainbow-coloured sandals with little flowers on them. They amplify the "cute vibe". She will almost always be seen with a bow somewhere, or a hat and a bow. Also, Amara hates dresses. Period.
Alliance: Kindred
Personality:
When you think of the name Amara, what word comes to mind? Err...two, actually: Female Dog. Amara has a strange ability to wrap people, and vampires, around her little fingers. Bossy and sharp, she is still "daddy's little girl" and her "daddy" loves her just the same. Due to the fact that Sarmad is like a father to her, she absolutely adores him, as well as the ability to get him to do whatever she asks of him. She loves being in charge. Well...aside from Daddy dearest. Naturally, being a vampire, Amara loves the smell, and taste, of blood. Amara chooses to kill through persuasion. She acts like a sweet eleven-year-old to get the person to show her someplace or her her "find her mommy and daddy". Then, she turns sinister.
Killer with a passion, I guess you could say that Amara kills a little too much. Then again, with the resistance on the loose, there is no such thing as killing too much. Due to the fact that she is a strong actress, it is sometimes quite difficult to tell whether or not she is speaking the truth. She absolutely hates it when people don't believe her. Also, when they act as if she does not exist.
Favorites:
+ The ability to act
+ Fooling people, stupid humans!
+ The smell and taste of blood
+ Killing
+ Cloudy days
+ Night
+ Rainbows
+ Bracelets and rings
+ The Kindred members
+ Being hyper
+ Playing
Least Favorites:
- The resistance, humans and hunters
- Getting fooled
- Being ignored
- Escapers [never happens]
- The Sun
- Ugly colors and ugly things
- Necklaces
- Getting yelled at
- Being treated badly
- Her ex-family
Turning: At the age of eleven, Amarantha lived with Joshua Simon and Amanda Simon. They were the sweetest parents ever. She never complained, and always tried to hide what they did so she didn't look terrible. What exactly did they do? They abused her to the best of their abilities. Every day, Amara would find herself in her bedroom, crying and being hit or kicked. Then, she ran. She ran and ran as fast and as far as her eleven-year-old legs could carry her. She refused to stop running. At least one mile away from home, many hours had passed. Being only eleven, she had no idea it would take this long and that she would be so hungry. She sighed and rested on a rock, sitting and resting, resting and sitting. For about fifteen minutes. Then, she started running again. Whenever people would ask, all she would say was "Oh. I'm just jogging. I'm gonna turn around soon!" She'd keep that cute smile on her face and sprint a bit farther. Already a few days had passed. Sick and tired, she lay on the side of the road, half-dead. The color was drained from her face, her lungs screamed. Her stomach yearned for the taste of even stale bread, her throat begged for the feel of even burning water to slide down it.
Then, he came along.
Her hazel eyes were dull and tired, as she saw the man come over to her. She tried to kick and scream, but she had no strength and no sound would leave her mouth. Her success was simply various forms of twisting and churning. Then, she felt something on her neck, and then a sharp pain. She had enough energy to gasp, then she felt that strange sensation. Pain began to build from that very spot on her neck. She couldn't even reach up. She was writhing too harshly. She looked up, only to see a blurry vision of a man's silloutte in front of her. She was able to open her mouth and say one thing: Help.
Help... Her voice croaked and cracked as she had the feeling she was on fire. She looked at him, her eyes thick with pain and longing. She could slightly tell that he felt terrible for doing this to her, but what could he do now?
The gums in her mouth stung slightly as she felt the her new teeth with the tip of her tongue. Sharper than before, pointier than before. Her skin felt different, thicker, but just as soft. Yet, in its own way, it felt brittle. Her vision changed. She could see every grain of dirt on the ground in which she was sitting upon. She could hear a wolf's howl from a few miles away. And still, her throat burned. Not for water or food, though. She wanted blood. Then, it clicked.
After three agonizing hours, she blinked twice, looking at the man who changed her. She was a vampire, just like him.
Strengths:
+ actress
+ can be sweet
+ controlling her cravings, after all. She is 1107 years old
+ quite intelligent
+ speed, slight strength, and such.
Weaknesses:
- only a ticking time bomb
- acting without thinking
- speaking without thinking
- fighting. Yes, she's quick and strong, but that doesn't mean that an eleven-year-old body is great for fighting.
- ADD positive
History:
[human life]
If you haven't read the above (turning)
Amarantha was abused as a child. After she turned about five, she "lost her cuteness" and her two parents would hit her and strike her like she was a bad dog. She would be ignored and loose a lot of weight due to malnutrition. Amara never felt loved, so she never loved anybody else. She would always look at the sky and wish upon that shooting star, where ever she was. By the time she was eleven, she took off. She sneaked out her bedroom window and ran as far away as she could. After a few days, she was found by Sarmad and changed.
[vampire life]
After she got turned, Amara lived with Sarmad and they escaped Canada. Sarmad took Amara under his wing and they left for Great Britan. There, her life started anew. Sarmad and she were like father and daughter, and along the way, they picked up a few more vampires. Still, none had the bond that Sarmad and Amara did. Yes, they each had their share of changing people, but no two vampires could ever be this close.
------
Your Name: Daniella
Roleplaying sample: A small girl, about the size of a tall ten-year-old or a small eleven-year-old, quickly made her way from her small room. Swiftly, she stepped silently from the home. It was as if she were walking on air. Along with a few of the fighters and Sarmad, the young girl slowly got to one of the bases. She boldly stepped up, as if she was only looking before a man came up to her.
And what do you thing you're doing, miss?
He asked her. She smiled sweetly and began to speak. Well. I was simply walking by and I saw this really pretty tree! Oh my gosh! Can I show you!?!? she asked, eagerly. Her hazel eyes were a light green by then. Also, her cute eagerness made the worker agree. She led him to the place where the others were, and from there, they took care of things. A smug look on her face, Amara sat on a rock while her darling family tortured the man, then killed him. With the information they needed, the base fell during that night.
other: I'm sorry about the overly unbelievably short post ditto with the history. I'm really not in the posty mood. I'm sorry. I'll revise it if you wish.
