Post by Trinity Rose on Feb 25, 2013 15:24:37 GMT -5
Name: Trini
Age: 28
How long have you been RPing?: 5-6 years
Character Profile;;
Name: Trinity Rose
Age: 20
Marital Status: Single
Sexual Orientation: Questioning
Love Interest: None
Gender: Female
Species: Human/Witch
Hometown: Slidell, Louisiana
Occupation: Unemployed
All About;;
Family: None. :
Grand Parents: Lillian Malone
Parents: Unknown
Kids: None
Grandkids:None
Likes/Dislikes:
[/li][li] Bathing in Moonlight
[/li][li] Voodoo
[/li][li] Witchcraft
[/li][li] Bayous
[/td][td]
[/li][li] Being pushed into doing something she doesn't want to do
[/li][li] Sunlight
[/li][li] Weak men
[/li][li] Airplanes
[/td][/tr][/table]
History/Bio: Trinity Rose Malone's birth and details surrounding are unknown. Within the first couple of weeks of her birth, she was dropped unknowingly at the doorstep of an elderly woman who she would come to love and know as her grandmother. She never learned of her real parents, or their whereabouts and after a certain age she stopped wondering. Until she was the age of sixteen, Trinity couldn't have been happier. Lillian Malone, her adopted grandmother, was a cajun faith healer, also known as a traiteur. It was the vast opposite of what most people practiced in the cities of of Louisiana, which was voodoo. They were a french speaking people, known as the Houma tribe. They lived deep in the heart of Louisiana where the Houma tribe believed voodoo to be evil, and carefully protected themselves from it.
There were often times when Trinity would be awakened all hours of the night with someone banging on front of their toothpick legged shack, and someone would be standing on the other side of the door, desperate for their grandmothers help. Sometimes it was the flu, sometimes pneumonia. Sometimes it wasn't so simple and easy. In the beliefs of Trinity's people, if a baby were born as a stillborn, the devil was welcomed into the house of the parents. An all night ritual would ensue, and Trinity was only too happy to help. Her mawmere often received payments through homecooked food, or perhaps food from their crops. Though they never had much money, and often had to sell gumbo and woven baskets to stay alive, Trinity was a happy child.
Trinity's life changed the day she turned sixteen. Her mawmere had created many enemies in Louisiana, for she was well known for her good deeds, and her battle against evil. Suddenly, Trinity's grandmother fell ill, and within a matter of hours fell dead. Trinity's world was shattered. She knew it was the work of voodoo, and she vowed then and there would get even with the people who took her entire world away from her.
Trinity continued to live on her own, and kept selling woven baskets, gumbo and jumbalaya to keep herself fed, but an anger began to boil inside of her. Having been raised around her cajun mawmere, she knew a bit about the voodoo world. Before long Trinity had mastered the spells and rituals that she knew her granmere would roll over in her grace if she knew. She practiced endlessly, and soon enough she believed herself capable of taking on the family she knew took hers away.
In a ritual that consisted of dead cats, a graveyard, dog bones and a full moon, Trinity exacted her revenge. In a matter of weeks the entire family she'd grown to hate had either become cripped, useless and vacant, or dead. Trinity, though she felt guilty for going against her granmere's wishes, was satisfied. She continued to practice voodoo for several years, until people around her town began to notice differences in her, and began to question her. In the end Trinity left her hometown when she was eighteen, and has traveled ever since.
Personality: Trinity is extremely wary of other people. She tends to be bashful, almost to the point of rudeness, though she doesn't mean to be. She's very outspoken when she does speak, but speaking isn't one of her favorite things to do. She tends to be a loner, and a wanderer. She's very secretive, and hardly ever gives anything of herself up. She's never been one for small talk, but being of voodoo she's always worried someone will know her secret, and kill her.
Skills: She is very capable of taking care of herself. She has spells and rituals memorized, and sometimes can perform them before a person can blink. She's extremely street savvy, and in almost any situation can defend herself. She can also change her appearance if need be. She's made many enemies over the years, and this particular skill has come in very handy.
Equipment: Trinity always has a small backpack always slung over her backpack that consists of various things she needs for her spells and rituals. She doesn't give this information out because it can get her killed, and almost has.
Appearance;;
Looks: Small, and redheaded, she can look like an innocent school girl. She has small, diminuitive features, bright green eyes and hair that reaches her hips. Her looks can be extremely deceiving. Despite such a sweet face, there can be evil lurking beneath her eyes if she should so decide.
Picture:
RP Sample: Irish, fiery tempered Queen Chrysalis Jesamyn was everything a Queen should not be. She was not intelligent of the ways that she need be. She was not brave. She was not courageous. As she stared out over the endless sea of night that shone through the dusty, dank windows that surrounded her secret chamber Chrysalis was nothing except terrified. She knew as a birth right, the title of Queen would've been hers regardless, but she had been left with such filth. Her vampiric eyes could spot right at that moment, a disgusting creature who was trying to claw and scratch it's way into the gates of her little isle.
She would do what she felt was right, and she would do what she felt was for the good of Cashel, but she was nothing more than a terrified little girl. Yes, she was a vampire and not easily killed, but these weren't normal circumstances. Her death was the main goal on everyone outside of her castle, be they human, monster or otherwise. She couldn't begin to imagine the devious ways that were being plotted, at that moment, for her death.
Thank God for her Consort, and secret lover. William Vetner had kept her sane and as brave as she could be. Her full, blood red lips curled into a soft, sweet smile as she thought of her sweet lover. She didn't know what she'd do without him. Though their relationship had to be kept a secret, she still brightened and felt relief when he was near her, even if she couldn't acknowledge how elated she was to have him near.
She perked even now, as she felt his prescence. She turned, facing him. She did not acknowledge him as her lover, but as she always did when anyone in the castle was awake.
Greetings, Mr. Vetner. Beautiful night, is it not?
Smileys:
Age: 28
How long have you been RPing?: 5-6 years
Character Profile;;
Name: Trinity Rose
Age: 20
Marital Status: Single
Sexual Orientation: Questioning
Love Interest: None
Gender: Female
Species: Human/Witch
Hometown: Slidell, Louisiana
Occupation: Unemployed
All About;;
Family: None. :
Grand Parents: Lillian Malone
Parents: Unknown
Kids: None
Grandkids:None
Likes/Dislikes:
| Likes: | Dislikes: |
[/li][li] Voodoo
[/li][li] Witchcraft
[/li][li] Bayous
[/td][td]
[/li][li] Being pushed into doing something she doesn't want to do
[/li][li] Sunlight
[/li][li] Weak men
[/li][li] Airplanes
[/td][/tr][/table]
History/Bio: Trinity Rose Malone's birth and details surrounding are unknown. Within the first couple of weeks of her birth, she was dropped unknowingly at the doorstep of an elderly woman who she would come to love and know as her grandmother. She never learned of her real parents, or their whereabouts and after a certain age she stopped wondering. Until she was the age of sixteen, Trinity couldn't have been happier. Lillian Malone, her adopted grandmother, was a cajun faith healer, also known as a traiteur. It was the vast opposite of what most people practiced in the cities of of Louisiana, which was voodoo. They were a french speaking people, known as the Houma tribe. They lived deep in the heart of Louisiana where the Houma tribe believed voodoo to be evil, and carefully protected themselves from it.
There were often times when Trinity would be awakened all hours of the night with someone banging on front of their toothpick legged shack, and someone would be standing on the other side of the door, desperate for their grandmothers help. Sometimes it was the flu, sometimes pneumonia. Sometimes it wasn't so simple and easy. In the beliefs of Trinity's people, if a baby were born as a stillborn, the devil was welcomed into the house of the parents. An all night ritual would ensue, and Trinity was only too happy to help. Her mawmere often received payments through homecooked food, or perhaps food from their crops. Though they never had much money, and often had to sell gumbo and woven baskets to stay alive, Trinity was a happy child.
Trinity's life changed the day she turned sixteen. Her mawmere had created many enemies in Louisiana, for she was well known for her good deeds, and her battle against evil. Suddenly, Trinity's grandmother fell ill, and within a matter of hours fell dead. Trinity's world was shattered. She knew it was the work of voodoo, and she vowed then and there would get even with the people who took her entire world away from her.
Trinity continued to live on her own, and kept selling woven baskets, gumbo and jumbalaya to keep herself fed, but an anger began to boil inside of her. Having been raised around her cajun mawmere, she knew a bit about the voodoo world. Before long Trinity had mastered the spells and rituals that she knew her granmere would roll over in her grace if she knew. She practiced endlessly, and soon enough she believed herself capable of taking on the family she knew took hers away.
In a ritual that consisted of dead cats, a graveyard, dog bones and a full moon, Trinity exacted her revenge. In a matter of weeks the entire family she'd grown to hate had either become cripped, useless and vacant, or dead. Trinity, though she felt guilty for going against her granmere's wishes, was satisfied. She continued to practice voodoo for several years, until people around her town began to notice differences in her, and began to question her. In the end Trinity left her hometown when she was eighteen, and has traveled ever since.
Personality: Trinity is extremely wary of other people. She tends to be bashful, almost to the point of rudeness, though she doesn't mean to be. She's very outspoken when she does speak, but speaking isn't one of her favorite things to do. She tends to be a loner, and a wanderer. She's very secretive, and hardly ever gives anything of herself up. She's never been one for small talk, but being of voodoo she's always worried someone will know her secret, and kill her.
Skills: She is very capable of taking care of herself. She has spells and rituals memorized, and sometimes can perform them before a person can blink. She's extremely street savvy, and in almost any situation can defend herself. She can also change her appearance if need be. She's made many enemies over the years, and this particular skill has come in very handy.
Equipment: Trinity always has a small backpack always slung over her backpack that consists of various things she needs for her spells and rituals. She doesn't give this information out because it can get her killed, and almost has.
Appearance;;
Looks: Small, and redheaded, she can look like an innocent school girl. She has small, diminuitive features, bright green eyes and hair that reaches her hips. Her looks can be extremely deceiving. Despite such a sweet face, there can be evil lurking beneath her eyes if she should so decide.
Picture:
RP Sample: Irish, fiery tempered Queen Chrysalis Jesamyn was everything a Queen should not be. She was not intelligent of the ways that she need be. She was not brave. She was not courageous. As she stared out over the endless sea of night that shone through the dusty, dank windows that surrounded her secret chamber Chrysalis was nothing except terrified. She knew as a birth right, the title of Queen would've been hers regardless, but she had been left with such filth. Her vampiric eyes could spot right at that moment, a disgusting creature who was trying to claw and scratch it's way into the gates of her little isle.
She would do what she felt was right, and she would do what she felt was for the good of Cashel, but she was nothing more than a terrified little girl. Yes, she was a vampire and not easily killed, but these weren't normal circumstances. Her death was the main goal on everyone outside of her castle, be they human, monster or otherwise. She couldn't begin to imagine the devious ways that were being plotted, at that moment, for her death.
Thank God for her Consort, and secret lover. William Vetner had kept her sane and as brave as she could be. Her full, blood red lips curled into a soft, sweet smile as she thought of her sweet lover. She didn't know what she'd do without him. Though their relationship had to be kept a secret, she still brightened and felt relief when he was near her, even if she couldn't acknowledge how elated she was to have him near.
She perked even now, as she felt his prescence. She turned, facing him. She did not acknowledge him as her lover, but as she always did when anyone in the castle was awake.
Greetings, Mr. Vetner. Beautiful night, is it not?
Smileys:
