Post by kirsten on Oct 24, 2009 18:07:58 GMT -7
Character Name
Kirsten Anette Ulrich
Appearance
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Brunette
Weight: 159 lbs.
Height: 5ft 9in.
Species: Vampire
Extra: She has "Never say die" tattooed across her right lower-arm. She has a skull crying bloody tears on her left upper-arm. Then there is a dragon wrapping around her left lower-arm and the head stops at her hand and the tail starts in the bend of her arm. She is usually seen with perfectly straight cuts across her arms from playing with razor blades. There are a couple scars from that but nothing serious.
Picture:
About Your Character
Likes
Heavy metal/hard rock music
Drugs
Animals
Boys
Flirting
Spikes
Piercings
Tattoos
Video games
Hurting people
Sitting in the dark
Being sarcastic
Dislikes
People
The world
Stupid people
Republicans.
Sluts
Arrogant people
Children
People who try to be bad ass but they aren't.
Soft music
People who abuse animals
Meat
Weaknesses
- Being in love
- Cute guys
- Showing her emotions
Strengths
- Arrogance
- Sarcasm
- Seduction
Family
History
coming . . .
Roleplay Sample
Her brunet locks of hair danced in the gentle caress of the icy breeze. Her harsh eyes ruthlessly scanned over his body. She didn't care to make her gazes discreet. If he had any confidence at all, then he shouldn't care about someone checking him out. A brow was slightly quirked as the male's gaze was torn away to glance at some arrogant douche bag walking around like he was the best thing since plastic vomit bags. Her lips painted with a thin layer of crimson lipstick twisted into a smirk as she watched this bit of action took place. This seemed a bit more than some simple little seduction. There was something a bit more sinister about it. Something a bit more sinister in the male's eye than desire. Although, he was a good actor. Because the soon-to-be victim seemed to believe everything. She watched with a genuine form of amusement as the two began to get rather close.
Something carried her mind out of the real world and into some vivid nightmare, almost. On the 'outside' world, her icy eyes were fixed upon the ground while her mind floated around in some kind of...afterlife. Portals dotted the alabaster sky that floated overhead. There were eight portals. Four poured out an amarillo beam of light. The other four seethed with darkness. Large snakes wrapped their slippery bodies around vermilion hued pillars that held up a colossal structure looming in front of her. She was also in another body as well. She still had her basic figure. She had wings made of thin glass yet it weighed her down, forcing her to stay on the cold, hard stone ivory floor. Her hair had turned from a rich brunet to a strange crimson color. The surroundings were beautiful. There was some kind of phrase embedded in the stone floor. However, it was in Latin so she couldn't figure out what it said. It says 'welcome to hell', a malevolent voice whispered in her ear from behind her. She whirled around quickly only to be greeted by the emptiness that was supposedly "hell". How could it be? It was fucking gorgeous.
The laughter of angels taunted her ears from the portals full of light. She could see a vivid sapphire ocean, majestic castles and animals running around with happiness in their eyes. Something made her want to go there. She made an attempt to use her wings to fly through one of the portals. But the wings held her down. She also tried to break them but they were invincible. Frustration was starting to wrap its arms around her. She suddenly felt the strange sensation of flames licking her skin. She tried to use her pale and delicate hands to wipe the feeling off but it didn't work. She felt a genuine feeling of torment, irritation and pain. This was the exact feeling she imagined to experience when she was in hell. But no one ever said what hell would look like. Her entrails felt like they were on the edge of exploding. Flames tormented her flesh yet it didn't melt. Rage, fear and regret wrapped their swarthy arms around every inch of her mind.
Her mind was suddenly brought back to the real world to witness the murder taking place. She almost forgot about the vivid day dream she had.
There was a quick movement that was faster than the lightning that lacerated the sky. Did you blink? If so, then you might have missed it. The only thing that you could see now was the young, conceited boy's head cut in half with vermilion liquids gushing vigorously from the violent and gruesome laceration that was created in the blink of an eye. The sight of someone dropping to the ground as a lifeless corpse didn't effect her in the least. It didn't scare her, it didn't make her heart speed up in hysteria. It was just as casual as seeing someone walking a dog in the park. If anything, it was humorous to see someone that had died a violent death. Most 'normal' people would be horrified.
When the murderous male turned his attention back to her, she smirked ever-so-slightly and parted her lips to utter a reply. "Helena" she said calmly. "What shall I call you, babe?" she asked, letting her scopes travel shamelessly over his silhouette. Taking a quick glance down at the repulsive looking corpse, she smirked once more and looked back up at the murderer. "I must admit, love, you did a fine job with that...douche bag" she growled, her tone almost playful.
Something carried her mind out of the real world and into some vivid nightmare, almost. On the 'outside' world, her icy eyes were fixed upon the ground while her mind floated around in some kind of...afterlife. Portals dotted the alabaster sky that floated overhead. There were eight portals. Four poured out an amarillo beam of light. The other four seethed with darkness. Large snakes wrapped their slippery bodies around vermilion hued pillars that held up a colossal structure looming in front of her. She was also in another body as well. She still had her basic figure. She had wings made of thin glass yet it weighed her down, forcing her to stay on the cold, hard stone ivory floor. Her hair had turned from a rich brunet to a strange crimson color. The surroundings were beautiful. There was some kind of phrase embedded in the stone floor. However, it was in Latin so she couldn't figure out what it said. It says 'welcome to hell', a malevolent voice whispered in her ear from behind her. She whirled around quickly only to be greeted by the emptiness that was supposedly "hell". How could it be? It was fucking gorgeous.
The laughter of angels taunted her ears from the portals full of light. She could see a vivid sapphire ocean, majestic castles and animals running around with happiness in their eyes. Something made her want to go there. She made an attempt to use her wings to fly through one of the portals. But the wings held her down. She also tried to break them but they were invincible. Frustration was starting to wrap its arms around her. She suddenly felt the strange sensation of flames licking her skin. She tried to use her pale and delicate hands to wipe the feeling off but it didn't work. She felt a genuine feeling of torment, irritation and pain. This was the exact feeling she imagined to experience when she was in hell. But no one ever said what hell would look like. Her entrails felt like they were on the edge of exploding. Flames tormented her flesh yet it didn't melt. Rage, fear and regret wrapped their swarthy arms around every inch of her mind.
Her mind was suddenly brought back to the real world to witness the murder taking place. She almost forgot about the vivid day dream she had.
There was a quick movement that was faster than the lightning that lacerated the sky. Did you blink? If so, then you might have missed it. The only thing that you could see now was the young, conceited boy's head cut in half with vermilion liquids gushing vigorously from the violent and gruesome laceration that was created in the blink of an eye. The sight of someone dropping to the ground as a lifeless corpse didn't effect her in the least. It didn't scare her, it didn't make her heart speed up in hysteria. It was just as casual as seeing someone walking a dog in the park. If anything, it was humorous to see someone that had died a violent death. Most 'normal' people would be horrified.
When the murderous male turned his attention back to her, she smirked ever-so-slightly and parted her lips to utter a reply. "Helena" she said calmly. "What shall I call you, babe?" she asked, letting her scopes travel shamelessly over his silhouette. Taking a quick glance down at the repulsive looking corpse, she smirked once more and looked back up at the murderer. "I must admit, love, you did a fine job with that...douche bag" she growled, her tone almost playful.
