Post by gracecrosse on Mar 25, 2007 10:55:51 GMT -5
Death Eater Form
Character Name: Grace Crosse
Age: 27
Description: Grace has a dry sense of humor, nice to only those she likes, and respects. She has brown, big eyes, rimmed in black, and turn violet while feeding. She has long, black, (though it can be known to change regularly...) straight hair, and is tall and too thin at times.
Profession: Rich, pure blooded witch turned Vampire.
Strengths: Loyalty, pride, murder, torture, the ability to avoid Azkaban.
Weaknesses: Blood, crosses, wooden stakes...
Tell a little about your character: Found myself different to everyone else. The kids all ran away when they saw a spider, but I didn't. I'd pick it up, play with it for a while, then pull of its legs and throw away it's body. Red against white was my favorite, I hit one of the kids one Christmas, and his blood splattered on the snow. It was beautiful. Nearly went to Hogwarts, but the vampires came for me a bit too soon. They took me away, made me a vampire, and trained me extensively in magic and in more... physical activities for a few years, until I decided it was time to get rid of my family. They always hated me, locked me away when I did something bad. I enjoyed their blood, you know. Seems funny, but I did.
For the next few decades, I was around. I traveled the world, meeting different vampires, until I met the Dark Lord. That was the best thing I'd done for a few years. I like to think of myself as one of the most loyal and fearless of Death Eaters around, but that is left up to the Dark Lord, naturally.
One more thing. Since I am the last Crosse around, I received the title that they had. Lady Grace Crosse. I don't like to go on about it, as I never have really been that happy with my parentage.
RP Sample:
One of the youngest vampires around was perched at the top of a tall tree, nearing the middle of the forest. There was an eerie silence in the wind, and then a rushing. A man then fell through one of the bushes. The vampire turned around, and watching him as he stood up, a look of sheer amusement on her face. Then, she wondered exactly what a- clear idiot- man like this would be in the woods at this time. The stars were twinkling like tiny gems above the trees, though the man clearly wasn't in the position to notice something like that. As he stood up, Grace got a glimpse of his face. He had blue eyes which were shining very brightly, tanned skin and soft looking pale pink lips. His hair was quite long and smooth, and it hung by the side of his face, shining like his eyes. He was what people would describe as gorgeous. Shaken by his fall, and probably equally shaken by the silence and darkness in the middle of the forest, he crouched down onto the ground.
Grace smiled to herself. "Silly muggle," she whispered to herself. She couldn't detect the obvious smell of magic around him, and no wizard would be foolish enough to come into these woods alone. But then, why on earth should a muggle be? Her smile lingered for a few moments, as she looked around her. There wasn't another person for miles. When she moved her face back around to face him, she smelt the unmistakable smell of blood, coming from him. Instantly, her eyes turned violet. The smallest whiff of blood was always enough to make any vampire go mad with need- and not the normal type of need. It made them violent and eager to kill. The pleasure she needed to get from a muggle was blood- pure and simple.
The blood was coming from a cut on his knee, the stones and branches that lined the floor of the woods were sharp and hard, so it was understandable that it would hurt him. Silently, after a moments contemplation, Grace jumped out of the tree, and landed silently behind him, balanced perfectly on her red stiletto heels. Her outfit was typically vampire, a short black leather skirt, only just covering her womanly parts, and a petrol colored corset, glistening in metallic shades of purple, red and blue as it caught different lights. It had thin red straps, though it was so tightly pulled into her body it didn't need any straps, and on her arms there were long, blood colored, fingerless gloves. The shoes had straps which wrapped all the way up her legs, giving off the impression of blood trickling down the sides of her legs.
She smiled.
Character Name: Grace Crosse
Age: 27
Description: Grace has a dry sense of humor, nice to only those she likes, and respects. She has brown, big eyes, rimmed in black, and turn violet while feeding. She has long, black, (though it can be known to change regularly...) straight hair, and is tall and too thin at times.
Profession: Rich, pure blooded witch turned Vampire.
Strengths: Loyalty, pride, murder, torture, the ability to avoid Azkaban.
Weaknesses: Blood, crosses, wooden stakes...
Tell a little about your character: Found myself different to everyone else. The kids all ran away when they saw a spider, but I didn't. I'd pick it up, play with it for a while, then pull of its legs and throw away it's body. Red against white was my favorite, I hit one of the kids one Christmas, and his blood splattered on the snow. It was beautiful. Nearly went to Hogwarts, but the vampires came for me a bit too soon. They took me away, made me a vampire, and trained me extensively in magic and in more... physical activities for a few years, until I decided it was time to get rid of my family. They always hated me, locked me away when I did something bad. I enjoyed their blood, you know. Seems funny, but I did.
For the next few decades, I was around. I traveled the world, meeting different vampires, until I met the Dark Lord. That was the best thing I'd done for a few years. I like to think of myself as one of the most loyal and fearless of Death Eaters around, but that is left up to the Dark Lord, naturally.
One more thing. Since I am the last Crosse around, I received the title that they had. Lady Grace Crosse. I don't like to go on about it, as I never have really been that happy with my parentage.
RP Sample:
One of the youngest vampires around was perched at the top of a tall tree, nearing the middle of the forest. There was an eerie silence in the wind, and then a rushing. A man then fell through one of the bushes. The vampire turned around, and watching him as he stood up, a look of sheer amusement on her face. Then, she wondered exactly what a- clear idiot- man like this would be in the woods at this time. The stars were twinkling like tiny gems above the trees, though the man clearly wasn't in the position to notice something like that. As he stood up, Grace got a glimpse of his face. He had blue eyes which were shining very brightly, tanned skin and soft looking pale pink lips. His hair was quite long and smooth, and it hung by the side of his face, shining like his eyes. He was what people would describe as gorgeous. Shaken by his fall, and probably equally shaken by the silence and darkness in the middle of the forest, he crouched down onto the ground.
Grace smiled to herself. "Silly muggle," she whispered to herself. She couldn't detect the obvious smell of magic around him, and no wizard would be foolish enough to come into these woods alone. But then, why on earth should a muggle be? Her smile lingered for a few moments, as she looked around her. There wasn't another person for miles. When she moved her face back around to face him, she smelt the unmistakable smell of blood, coming from him. Instantly, her eyes turned violet. The smallest whiff of blood was always enough to make any vampire go mad with need- and not the normal type of need. It made them violent and eager to kill. The pleasure she needed to get from a muggle was blood- pure and simple.
The blood was coming from a cut on his knee, the stones and branches that lined the floor of the woods were sharp and hard, so it was understandable that it would hurt him. Silently, after a moments contemplation, Grace jumped out of the tree, and landed silently behind him, balanced perfectly on her red stiletto heels. Her outfit was typically vampire, a short black leather skirt, only just covering her womanly parts, and a petrol colored corset, glistening in metallic shades of purple, red and blue as it caught different lights. It had thin red straps, though it was so tightly pulled into her body it didn't need any straps, and on her arms there were long, blood colored, fingerless gloves. The shoes had straps which wrapped all the way up her legs, giving off the impression of blood trickling down the sides of her legs.
She smiled.
