Post by reozragancalun on Feb 18, 2013 18:31:32 GMT -5
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About You;;
I am an open minded person, always willing to learn and adapt, I love to write and role play as I see this as a break from normal day to day life. I am a proud Pagan and a devout follower to the Norse pantheon. Need to know anything else? Ask I promise not to bite.
Name: Anya
Age: 30
How long have you been RPing?: 14 years
Character Profile;;
Name: Caelyn
Nickname: Reoz
Age: 18
Marital Status: single
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Love Interest: She guards this as a close secret revealed to only a select few.
Gender: Female
Species: Human shifter
Hometown: Hamburg
Occupation: Unemployed
All About;;
Family:
Grand Parents: deceased
Parents: Talia and Luthric
Kids: None
Grandkids: None
Likes/Dislikes:
Likes Ancient mythologies, honesty, loyalty, respect, courage, swords, bows, history.
Dislikes Fakes, liars, disloyal people, disrespect, bullies and cowardice
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History/Bio:
Chapter1:
Birth
Born in an aristocratic family, Caelyn's birth was seen as a shameful event rather than a gift in a society that wanted males. Her biological parents needed an heir, so to hide their shame they sent the child with one of their inquisitors to the nearest demonic realm so that she would hopefully 'be taken care of'. However she was found by a couple known as Luthric and Talia and her innocence soon won them both over and she was taken in by them as their own child. Caelyn grew in a secure and stable environment and her love flourished for both Talia and Luthric as did her trust, they are now inseparable.
Chapter 2:
Age 16
When she was old enough to be left to wander alone, ever under the watchful eye of Luthric she braved the woodlands in the realm, the ever dark woodlands where strange noises could be heard both night and day, when soon due to lack of co-ordination she became lost, an oddly beautiful woman approached Caelyn, she was unlike anything Caelyn had ever seen before, half of this woman could be perceived as classically beautiful but the other half was decayed and everything this woman touched with her decayed hand seemed to whither and die. Caelyn however showed her nothing but respect and was soon taken by this woman as a student and granted the power of immortality and shape shifting through the blood of the gigantic wolf Fenrir, she now travels in dedication and service to that mysterious woman, known to many as the Goddess Hel and is training to become a High Priestess in her name.
Chapter 3:
Age 18
Carrying the responsibilities of a devout follower of Hel in a modern world, Caelyn takes her responsibilities very seriously, so while out on her studies one day when she spotted a gang of thugs mugging an old woman, she did the only thing she knew she had to, she intervened and fought the muggers off, thus gaining a friend and a small fortune when the elderly woman eventually passed away. Although the death of the elderly woman deeply upset Caelyn as this woman had become almost like a grandmother to her, she pressed on to explore and learn greater things, to learn about herself and her powers and how to use said powers as the protector in the name of Hel.
Personality:
The protector, she can come across to many as stand-offish but this is due to her lack of trust to others, once her trust and respect is earned she will be a friend for life. she is feisty and a little flirtatious, always eager to be the clown in many social situations however this is to mask her lack of self confidence. Anybody tries to separate her from her family or mistreats her family in any way they had best be prepared to meet the wrong end of her hammers aptly named 'salvation' and 'Damnation' as you only find either after you have died.
Skills:
Shape shifting: Caelyn can shift into an Elf, Dragon or human at will
Immortality:The ability to age limitless
Immune to disease and poisons: Caelyn is immune to most diseases and poisons due to her alliance with the Goddess Hel.
Telekinesis: The ability to move or control objects with her mind at will.
Equipment: Weapons
twin hammers of Nifelheim called Salvation and damnation: These hammers were forged by Hel herself and seem to sing the song of a great warriors death when they fly through the air. Made of Mithril these hammers are extremely tough and do not break easily. These are weighted and balanced perfectly so only Caelyn may wield them.
Oak longbow: This Longbow also carries the sigil of Nifelheim and when wielded can strike fear into the heart of any man, woman or beast.
Appearance;;As a human she looks like any other eighteen year old, tattoos covering almost every inch of her lightly tanned flesh, her curvaceous body always flaunted, her ebony hair is always immaculately groomed and her fringe softly frames her slightly rounded face and shows off her flawless skin and delicate features. In this form to try and mingle with others she is rarely seen in anything that does not follow the Gothic fashion, corsets, tight trousers, boots, short skirts and stockings but rarely dresses. As her dragon she is large, powerful and strong, she rarely wears any human clothes except her black leather and her crimson hair softly falls upon her intellectual face. As an elf she is slender and lithe, her Blondie hair is swept from her face and her Sapphire eyes always look keen and alert.
Clothing: Gothic attire, usually a crimson velvet whalebone Cosette top and matching crimson mini skirt with sheer knee high black stockings, black 4 inch heels and a black latex choker.
Heritage: normal human appearance is Germanic
Skin Tone: lightly tanned {human} red {Dragon} porcelain {elf}
Height: 5' 7
Weight: 156lbs
Body Build: Slender but curvaceous
Hair Color: Black {human} crimson {dragon} Blondie {elf}
Eye Color: Grey {human} Green {dragon} Blue {elf}
Markings or Birthmarks: Tattoos and nasal piercing
Looks: As a human she looks like any other eighteen year old, tattoos covering almost every inch of her lightly tanned flesh, her curvaceous body always flaunted, her ebony hair is always immaculately groomed and her fringe softly frames her slightly rounded face and shows off her flawless skin and delicate features. In this form to try and mingle with others she is rarely seen in anything that does not follow the Gothic fashion, corsets, tight trousers, boots, short skirts and stockings but rarely dresses. As her dragon she is large, powerful and strong, she rarely wears any human clothes except her black leather and her crimson hair softly falls upon her intellectual face. As an elf she is slender and lithe, her Blondie hair is swept from her face and her Sapphire eyes always look keen and alert.
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RP Sample:
The wind gathers to an immense gale and the rain hammers down from the sky, this is a typical winters day in Hamburg, Germany, cold, dark and wet. A young raven haired woman with eyes as Grey as the clouds themselves is walking down the rain slicked Grey cobbled streets past the identical brown stone buildings, her hands wrapped around her bare lightly tanned and slightly muscular arms for warmth.
she curses herself under her breath for not having listened to the weather forecast and wishes she had bought a jacket to wear over her crimson velvet Cosette, she is glad she decided on the skin tight ebony jeans though as she would be frozen all over.
The artificial light of the street lamps shines on her loose,clean black hair but only half of her features show in this light, her teeth chatter together and her breath forms mist in the cold air.
Her head as always is cast downwards as she walks her flat unlaced boots making a dull thud, thud noise on the cobbles when she hears the clink of something heavy hit something metal, this makes her stop in her tracks, just as she does she hears a gruff male slurring voice bellow out
Don't make this hard on yourself grandma! Gimme your cash and your jewels now!
Without hesitation she spins to the location of the sound of the fight and runs over, when she reaches the destination she spies a frail old woman sprawled on the floor in a helpless heap, her age appearing to be in her eighties and a muscled, drunk looking thug standing over her, Caelyn instantly places herself between the old woman and the drunk before looking to the old woman her silken honeyed tones rising from her chest as she advises the old woman
If you can, run, get help
Caelyn then grabs her trusted twin hammers from her back and kisses them before turning to the drunk with a sneer on her full, soft and lush rouged lips picking on the weak? Let's see if Hel can forgive you, these are my friends Salvation and Damnation, soon you shall see why they are called as such
A battle soon commenced between the thug and Caelyn as she swung her hammers they seemed to shriek in the air, he aimed for her abdomen with a strong punch, which nearly threw all the air from her lungs, but just as he had done that she had aimed the hammer she called Salvation to his head, while Caelyn laid there fighting for breath the thug was knocked unconscious
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