Post by rayne on Oct 18, 2006 19:29:58 GMT -5
Ok. This is my character, Rayne.
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Name: Rayne
Age: 19
Gang:Without A Gang... For Now
Rank: =S Not Sure... New
Description-
Eyes- Forest Green, Glow At Night
Hair Color- Auburn (Red / Brown)
Hair Length- Razor Edged, Down To The End Of Her Chin
Shirt- A Black Camisole, With A Red Heart In The middle
Pants- Baggy Cargos
Shoes- Well Used Combat Boots
Personality: She Can Appear Shy At Times, But She'll Make A Great Friend If You Ever Need One. What Makes Her A Good Friend Is Her Abbility Of Concern. You May Have A Slight Problem, But Rayne Will Be There With You, To Fix It.
Abilities:She Has A Sense Of Emotions, And Thought. If Rayne Looks Into Your Eyes, She'll Know Exactly How You're Feeling... And What You're Thinking.
Fighting Skills: A Great Fighter If There Ever Was One. She Keeps Herself Armed At All Times With An Assortment Of Weapons. She Isn't Only Skilled In Weapon Fighting, She's A GREAT Street Fighter. With Her Great Mobility, She Can Send A Kick To Your Face In A Matter Of Seconds
History: A Terrible Accident, When She Was Thirteen Left Her in Criticle Condition. She Was The Only Survivor, And She Vowed To Make Up The Lives Her Family Lost.
Roleplaying Example: This was the perfect day. Rayne and her family had just finished visiting with family, and were on there way home. There was a slight drizzle, that Rayne loved. Afterall, being named after a storm made rain all the more exciting. With this enjoyable day, she thought nothing, nothing could go wrong. But little did she know, she could lose everything...
The car was running smoothly on the darkened road. There were barely any other cars out, and that was just wonderful. This road was dangerous, on account of the steepened cliffs, and no driver needed the stress of watching for traffic. With the radio playing softly, Rayne rested her head on the cool window, enjoying the cold air. With her eyes barely opened, she was taking in all of the landscape.
A sudden burst of movement caught her eye. An animal was running in the woods, right near the road!
"Dad! Look out! There's a deer heading straight for the ca-!" She was stopped from speaking, as her father swerved the small car out of the animal's way, and straight down a cliff.
Screams were all that could be heard. It could have been her screaming...but it was all too confusing. With a flash of light, Rayne's eyes closed, throwing into a deep, dark sleep.
Many hours later, a whispering woke Rayne up. Lifting her head, she could barely see a visible figure. A young male, a few years older than her, was standing near her. With a sharp intake of breath, Rayne scooted back, away from the boy.
"Stop... I'm not going to hurt you. I saved you." He pleaded.
"Hmm..." She mumbled, drowsy from sleep. "Saved me from what?" Rayne groaned, in intense pain. She raised her hand up, supporting her sore neck.
Pointing to what looked like a crumpled mass of metal, the boy replied, "That car. You're family was in there, and didn't make the fall."
Rayne let out a gasp. "What are you saying? My family? Who are you?"
"I'm Morgan, and as I said, they're dead. Like... you." Morgan said, lowering his eyes.
She pulled her hand back, and let out a scream. There was thick, blood running from her hand, down to her wrist. "Wha...Blood?" Her eyes rolled back, in disbelief.
"Yes. Blood. I had to. You were near death, and I saved you. You're immortal, Like I, and thousands of others. Welcome to the vampire race, Rayne"
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Name: Rayne
Age: 19
Gang:Without A Gang... For Now
Rank: =S Not Sure... New
Description-
Eyes- Forest Green, Glow At Night
Hair Color- Auburn (Red / Brown)
Hair Length- Razor Edged, Down To The End Of Her Chin
Shirt- A Black Camisole, With A Red Heart In The middle
Pants- Baggy Cargos
Shoes- Well Used Combat Boots
Personality: She Can Appear Shy At Times, But She'll Make A Great Friend If You Ever Need One. What Makes Her A Good Friend Is Her Abbility Of Concern. You May Have A Slight Problem, But Rayne Will Be There With You, To Fix It.
Abilities:She Has A Sense Of Emotions, And Thought. If Rayne Looks Into Your Eyes, She'll Know Exactly How You're Feeling... And What You're Thinking.
Fighting Skills: A Great Fighter If There Ever Was One. She Keeps Herself Armed At All Times With An Assortment Of Weapons. She Isn't Only Skilled In Weapon Fighting, She's A GREAT Street Fighter. With Her Great Mobility, She Can Send A Kick To Your Face In A Matter Of Seconds
History: A Terrible Accident, When She Was Thirteen Left Her in Criticle Condition. She Was The Only Survivor, And She Vowed To Make Up The Lives Her Family Lost.
Roleplaying Example: This was the perfect day. Rayne and her family had just finished visiting with family, and were on there way home. There was a slight drizzle, that Rayne loved. Afterall, being named after a storm made rain all the more exciting. With this enjoyable day, she thought nothing, nothing could go wrong. But little did she know, she could lose everything...
The car was running smoothly on the darkened road. There were barely any other cars out, and that was just wonderful. This road was dangerous, on account of the steepened cliffs, and no driver needed the stress of watching for traffic. With the radio playing softly, Rayne rested her head on the cool window, enjoying the cold air. With her eyes barely opened, she was taking in all of the landscape.
A sudden burst of movement caught her eye. An animal was running in the woods, right near the road!
"Dad! Look out! There's a deer heading straight for the ca-!" She was stopped from speaking, as her father swerved the small car out of the animal's way, and straight down a cliff.
Screams were all that could be heard. It could have been her screaming...but it was all too confusing. With a flash of light, Rayne's eyes closed, throwing into a deep, dark sleep.
Many hours later, a whispering woke Rayne up. Lifting her head, she could barely see a visible figure. A young male, a few years older than her, was standing near her. With a sharp intake of breath, Rayne scooted back, away from the boy.
"Stop... I'm not going to hurt you. I saved you." He pleaded.
"Hmm..." She mumbled, drowsy from sleep. "Saved me from what?" Rayne groaned, in intense pain. She raised her hand up, supporting her sore neck.
Pointing to what looked like a crumpled mass of metal, the boy replied, "That car. You're family was in there, and didn't make the fall."
Rayne let out a gasp. "What are you saying? My family? Who are you?"
"I'm Morgan, and as I said, they're dead. Like... you." Morgan said, lowering his eyes.
She pulled her hand back, and let out a scream. There was thick, blood running from her hand, down to her wrist. "Wha...Blood?" Her eyes rolled back, in disbelief.
"Yes. Blood. I had to. You were near death, and I saved you. You're immortal, Like I, and thousands of others. Welcome to the vampire race, Rayne"
