Post by Crimson on May 29, 2005 13:51:21 GMT -5
Full Name:Elizabeth Rose
Nickname: Crimson, Rose
Codename: Crimson
Age: 16
Place of Birth:unknown
Date of Birth: 16 years ago...
Family: none that she knows of
Status:none as of yet
Height: 5'5
Weight: 132
Hair: ebony tinted red
Eyes:crimson; depending on her mood
Appearance:Wavy ebony hair, tinted red that goes past her shoulders with matching crimson colored eyes set apon milky white skin.(her eye color changes apon her mood but there mostly crimson or silver.) Crimson is petite and stands about 5’5.
Personality: Mysterious, quiet, impulsive, morbid. Seem to be the 4 words commonly associated with Crimson. Her attitude is set in stone, shes very unchanging.
Clothes:Clothed in dark attire normally, a long black trench coat, a corset silver top, and long black jeans and combat boots.
Powers: Predictions, blending with the shadows, slight telepathic and telekinis abilities.
Weakness/ power down points:Strong pulses, fresh blood, and bright sunlight. Crowds of people tend to drive her over the edge.
Skills: Hand to hand combat, premonitions, blending in with shadows, being seductive, etc.
History:Two memories clearly are embedded in her mind.
She stared at the wall with expressionless eyes. This was her life, well for now it was. She still had a little shred of hope left, that maybe, just maybe, some one would save her. David, her twin brother, promised, he had PROMISED, to be her dazzling knight in white armor when she needed him, for always and forever he told her. That promise was made well over 8 years previous to her now "brief" lifestyle change but he reminded her every so often of that very day and promise. Now as she sat there and thought about it, she came to one conclusion, she was truly ignorant to believe he would always be there; always rescuing her. Her clenched fist met the cool, hard surface of the plain white wall.
She counted the days, the weeks she'd been there. Precisely 1 month, 2 weeks, and 3 days. How would she know you question? She was quite clever and did something most wouldn’t. She took her rather sharp nails and dug them into her arm, leaving one thin cut (which would in time become a faint scar) for each passing day. It was one of the only things keeping her sane, her aching arms in a way kept her connected to the world, anchored her down and it also gave her something to think about. Often she thought to quit the habit of counting the days; after all certainly someone would have saved her by then, but quickly scolded herself on it. 'You cant give up! What’s WRONG with you!?' The little voice inside her head told her. She had to stay alive, even if it meant ruining both her arms; at least she still had some sanity left within her. She sighed as she looked at her blood-encrusted fingernails, she snorted in disgust.
"Ah so this is now what you have come to dear child, eh?"
a strong, yet emotionless voice answered from behind her. The one she'd learn to hate from the instance she heard it.
she couldn’t turn around to face him, not now anyways. She kept herself turned towards the wall.
"Oh were being obstinate now are we? I can change that I assure you." from his voice she could just picture his face grinning madly.
She shrugged in response
He walked quickly over to her and cupped her chin into his hands and turned her face, forcing her to look into his eyes. His face barely inches from her own; she could feel his breath on her face.
He gently pushed some of her hair away from her face and tucked it neatly behind her ear.
In a soft voice he murmured (into her ear)
"You are all mine lovely. No matter what you think I'm all that is keeping you safe and alive."
The other even less pleasant...
The fangs sank into her pale neck… her heart pounded against her chest, vision blurring, a black cloud invaded her mind…she openly welcomed it; then there was nothing.
Likes: Classical music, pieces centered around sad piano solos; most kinds of art, books, history, anything to keep her mind off her own troubles....etc
Dislikes:Crowds of people, bright sunlight,
Nickname: Crimson, Rose
Codename: Crimson
Age: 16
Place of Birth:unknown
Date of Birth: 16 years ago...
Family: none that she knows of
Status:none as of yet
Height: 5'5
Weight: 132
Hair: ebony tinted red
Eyes:crimson; depending on her mood
Appearance:Wavy ebony hair, tinted red that goes past her shoulders with matching crimson colored eyes set apon milky white skin.(her eye color changes apon her mood but there mostly crimson or silver.) Crimson is petite and stands about 5’5.
Personality: Mysterious, quiet, impulsive, morbid. Seem to be the 4 words commonly associated with Crimson. Her attitude is set in stone, shes very unchanging.
Clothes:Clothed in dark attire normally, a long black trench coat, a corset silver top, and long black jeans and combat boots.
Powers: Predictions, blending with the shadows, slight telepathic and telekinis abilities.
Weakness/ power down points:Strong pulses, fresh blood, and bright sunlight. Crowds of people tend to drive her over the edge.
Skills: Hand to hand combat, premonitions, blending in with shadows, being seductive, etc.
History:Two memories clearly are embedded in her mind.
She stared at the wall with expressionless eyes. This was her life, well for now it was. She still had a little shred of hope left, that maybe, just maybe, some one would save her. David, her twin brother, promised, he had PROMISED, to be her dazzling knight in white armor when she needed him, for always and forever he told her. That promise was made well over 8 years previous to her now "brief" lifestyle change but he reminded her every so often of that very day and promise. Now as she sat there and thought about it, she came to one conclusion, she was truly ignorant to believe he would always be there; always rescuing her. Her clenched fist met the cool, hard surface of the plain white wall.
She counted the days, the weeks she'd been there. Precisely 1 month, 2 weeks, and 3 days. How would she know you question? She was quite clever and did something most wouldn’t. She took her rather sharp nails and dug them into her arm, leaving one thin cut (which would in time become a faint scar) for each passing day. It was one of the only things keeping her sane, her aching arms in a way kept her connected to the world, anchored her down and it also gave her something to think about. Often she thought to quit the habit of counting the days; after all certainly someone would have saved her by then, but quickly scolded herself on it. 'You cant give up! What’s WRONG with you!?' The little voice inside her head told her. She had to stay alive, even if it meant ruining both her arms; at least she still had some sanity left within her. She sighed as she looked at her blood-encrusted fingernails, she snorted in disgust.
"Ah so this is now what you have come to dear child, eh?"
a strong, yet emotionless voice answered from behind her. The one she'd learn to hate from the instance she heard it.
she couldn’t turn around to face him, not now anyways. She kept herself turned towards the wall.
"Oh were being obstinate now are we? I can change that I assure you." from his voice she could just picture his face grinning madly.
She shrugged in response
He walked quickly over to her and cupped her chin into his hands and turned her face, forcing her to look into his eyes. His face barely inches from her own; she could feel his breath on her face.
He gently pushed some of her hair away from her face and tucked it neatly behind her ear.
In a soft voice he murmured (into her ear)
"You are all mine lovely. No matter what you think I'm all that is keeping you safe and alive."
The other even less pleasant...
The fangs sank into her pale neck… her heart pounded against her chest, vision blurring, a black cloud invaded her mind…she openly welcomed it; then there was nothing.
Likes: Classical music, pieces centered around sad piano solos; most kinds of art, books, history, anything to keep her mind off her own troubles....etc
Dislikes:Crowds of people, bright sunlight,