Post by payneookami on Jul 29, 2009 3:21:47 GMT -5
OOC Information:
Name:Gabby the ripper
Contact Method:Aim: Xgrrrxgabbyx
Age: looks around 17(really five hundred)
Nick Names and Titles: queen of thieves, the queen without a king
Race:Half demon (wolf and human)
Type:Custom
Occupation:theif/bounty hunter
Company: rogue
Location:No where (she's aways traveled)
Appearance:Appearance:Image:
i43.tinypic.com/qosjts.jpg[/
Overall description:
• Eye color: Golden eyes
• Hair Color: Pitch black
• Weight: 120 lbs
• Height: 5’7 and a half(the half is her ears))
Personality:Payne is a calm cool collected person. Although when she is assigned a job, she just becomes cold. She’ll kill anything from new born humans, to elder demons, if she is hired to. Oddly after ever kill she burns the body’s. Although when she is on a mission she does not talk. Unless she is spoken too, but that is how she always is.
Payne doesn’t go looking for trouble it finds her, and since she is too stubborn to back down, she’ll face anything. She enjoys quiet lone walks under the moon, or killing just out of boredom. Payne is legally insane. She is a masochist and enjoys her enemy suffrage. Her Persona is simply created from her past, she never really means to but in the end she ends up betraying anyone she calls ‘Friend’ She never knew why.
Background:Payne had grown up in Europe, being a demon from there, her father being a mighty Demon lord. She was the youngest out of four litters that’s the youngest out of twenty four. Being the youngest she wasn’t paid attention too until her brothers and sisters were married and out of the palace. The only thing she knew she could do is fight. Her older brother and the only one that paid attention to her taught her that. Her father expected more then a warrior from his daughter, who had not married.
He had taken her to formal parties, formal marriages; and she had embarrassed him there, for standing up for the slaves when they were beat. Soon her father had kept her home while he left. She just sat in her room, since her mother had died in birth and a wolf demon’s love is forever.
On her fifteenth birthday, her father had been kind to her, since it was odd for him she wondered why. He was marrying her to the rivaling kingdom. Of course she had the king of the kingdom. So she refused to the point where she slapped her father, and there on out he beat her without any regret.
She was married when she was sixteen. And on the night of her wedding night, she left him killing him gruesomely. Then ran away from home. Although she was suppose to be a queen she took her life up as a mercenary/ thief.
-Detailed part of her last memories of her home land-
Soft footsteps traveled back and forth, back and forth her soft face a frown on it. She wore all white and a veil that covered her beautiful golden eyes. She was angry, her ears to her head. She was to be married to night.
She tried taking each step down the aisle slowly, in hopes time would stop, or life would end. But it didn’t, her husband was named Rhean. He was standing there is wild red hair in front of his face. His blood red eyes staring her down, as if she was a piece of meat to a starved dog. Her eyes narrowed and she mouthed the word “I hate you.” To him. And he only grinned to her as if she was joking and with a sense of mocking he spoke words that made her blood boil. “I love you.” She didn’t remember the whole marriage all she remembered was the filths lips touching her and her whispering “you’ll die.”
The night was their honeymoon and she only glared at him, as he approached her lust in his eyes. She wouldn’t be his, she promised herself as she slapped him away, her claws scraping across his face, and he couldn’t fight. She thought but she was wrong, he had grabbed her kimono, the same kimono she wears to fight and ripped it, And that’s when she kneed him in the face. A very angered lord grabbed his claws and dug it into her shoulder, it going through it, popping the shoulder blade out of it’s socket.
She cried in pain and then her eyes suddenly shined red and she used her claws and shoved it in his shoulder, bringing it down, the skin ripping like paper to her mighty powers and she brought it down to his chest. As if he knew what she was going to do he smirked, “You’ll always be alone.” He said as if it was a curse as she grabbed his heart and pulled it out, his eyes going blank as he fell to the ground, She stared at his heart and crushed it in her grasp.
She left the palace via window, and she walked away from her kingdom. Rain cleaning the blood off of her, She didn’t care to change; she didn’t care for it at all. She had emotions where blank and her eyes where closed. No one knows for sure but people say, when it rains..she cries to hide the fact that she has emotion.
Abilities:
Shining claws- It is some what of the iron reaver, it is able to cut through anything, but if it's a full demon it means nothing.
Crystal rain- She can only do this ability when it is raining, she must cut her palm(or have herself bleed somehow) and have the rain touch her blood, for any rain drop she chooses it will turn into a small crystal needle. It will only cause small cuts, but it can be dangerous if you look towards it(might poke out an eye :] ))
Shadow Cloak- She is able to cloak her scent, to make it seem she is not there, and it is more efficient when she hunts.
Crystal Shield- She is able to create a shield out of her blood,that turns into a crystal shield.
Crystal rose- She carries a rose,that is able to turn into her blades, it can simply be summoned by pricking her finger.
Weapons:Ookami blades- two blades that are made entirely out of crystals, and they appear whenever she wishes to summon it.
Role Play Sample: When I feel rather malevolent:: The air was musty, and filled with sorrow that will be seen in the near future. The ground seemed to have been still brown, as if the snow hasn’t hit it. Cries could be heard, cries of help, cries of sorrow, that abruptly shut up, a woman, with beautiful blonde hair had been in the middle of the forest, blood smeared on her head, her vibrant blue eyes, filled with life; filled with horror and despair, her pale skin chalked with dirt in some parts, she had an hour glass shape, and she was wearing a beautiful red dress, the color red was sort of a blood red, but brighter, it matched her lipstick. “Hello, is anyone out there?” she cried, and stood up, tears streaming down her cheeks as she called out again “Anyone? Help! I don’t know where I am at! Help me?!” She called as she looked around, she heard a growl from deep in the forest, she turned to the sound, then she heard ruffling of tree’s as if something had brushed against it, she turned around, her heart beat attacking her rib cage as adrenaline started to hit her system. “Hello?!” she cried out. She felt air hit her, as if something had ran past her, she had started to Hyperventilate. “Hello!” She said, and pathetic sobs started to exit her lips, her mascara becoming ruined as tears left her eyes. “HELP!” she yelled, into the night her head looking to the stars as if a helicopter would swoop down and save her.
Suddenly a twig had snapped, as a man walked out of the shadows, his beautiful silver hair shining under the small moonlight, which clouds had soon suffocated. He was tall, six feet and three inches to be exact. His shoulders were squared, as if he was in the military but his body was extremely slim. He stared down at her, his bluish greenish eyes staring down, with almost no emotion; but the emotion in his eyes, were like a lit candle in the darkest cave in the center of the earth, this emotion was simple it was amusement. Her pleas for help had sparked an odd feeling of overwhelming joy hit him, from this sight. He had knocked her out, and dragged her all the way out of here. He wanted to play a game with her. “You!” She screamed and went to run, a grin cut through his face, from one ear to the other. He chuckled deeply; his chuckle seemed to be so stunning. He grabbed her shoulder, and over course she screamed and started to cry. “Let’s play a game, you make it too a bridge, make it past there, and I will let you live. I will give you a three second head start.” He said his arms crossing as he stared down to her, and then fixed her makeup. “Look pretty.” He chuckled, she slapped him, hard it made his head tilt to the other side, he growled and bit down on her hand, crushing it, he heard the sound of bones breaking, this made him grin as he opened his mouth, and she darted off. He crossed his arms, and his eyes narrowed. Then he started after her, not even two seconds in the counting. He hummed softly as he followed her. His humming soon turned into purring, as were he was walking, was a tiger, mighty in all it’s beauty, it was white and the moon was then choked by the clouds into complete darkness, his eyes could still be seen, as if this was his web and she was a trapped butterfly.
His paws we’re soft against the ground. He made not a sound, his purring had calmed down, and when the moon started to shine, perfectly. The white tiger had been gone, after the girl, after his kill, after his play toy. She had ran, she had been Elizabeth Swarts, she was twenty seven years old, and in high school she had been in track, tears had blinded her path, so she ran into things, stubbing her toes and feet, and almost running into trees, the forest was cold, and nothing made a noise, she thought she was so loud, her sobbing as she ran. Why had this happened to her? She thought and wiped her eyes, smearing her make up all off her face. The ground felt as if nothing to her, as she ran tears swarming her vision again, she jumped over a fallen log. Had she seen it, the bridge he was talking about, she felt a sudden joy, a hope as if she was going to make it out alive.
He had been watching her, and the moon was yet again swallowed whole by the clouds, he couldn’t help but to laugh. This was what he liked, taking the hope of a future away from anything that held happiness, which was not of his own race. He tackled her down, and his teeth went into her knee cap, her right leg, he shook his head in a horizontal way and her whole frame shook from the ground with his head motion. She screamed in anguish, as she was thrown around like a rag doll, and smack into a tree. Blood stained his beautiful fur, as he slowly turned into his Illusion. “And I asked you so nicely to look pretty.” He chuckled softly grabbing her chin and having her stare into his eyes. “Why did you not listen to me, darling..” he spoke softly, as he stroked her hair ever so lightly. “Here, here darling. I will let you go.” He spoke to her. She was shaking within his grasp, she looked up. And for a long while there was a silence, a beautiful smile gracing her face. He chuckled standing up. “The things…they’ll believe.” He spoke in a maleficent manner, she looked up. “Wha-“she was shut off, as he turned his head, out of his illusion his teeth going straight to her stomach. The flesh to his teeth was nothing it was as if scissors to paper, but the taste that graced his tongue most, was indescribable, for a human… His claws went into her leg, and shoulder, where his paws we’re placed neatly.
This was his favorite game, a game he always won. A game that had different paths, but the same end. He tore out one of the intestines, it was the long intestines, he brought his head back and forced his snout back into the gaping wound, on the once beautiful skin. He licked his lips, this game was a game that he had ruled, the only rules that there was, were the ones that he made. She let out a scream! He looked up, and moved his paw to her neck; no he wasn’t going to have his claws go into her neck, that’d be so easy for her. Just scream, he thought madly, Scream while you can! He thought and wanted to laugh as he tore her apart. He was cherishing, those feelings that ran through his veins. Scream! Scream while until there was silence. She let out a scream. His ears twitched, and his claw, the one that was on her leg, tore through her leg, ravaging it.
He’d hunt again, one night….
Name:Gabby the ripper
Contact Method:Aim: Xgrrrxgabbyx
Payne
[/b][/u]Age: looks around 17(really five hundred)
Nick Names and Titles: queen of thieves, the queen without a king
Race:Half demon (wolf and human)
Type:Custom
Occupation:theif/bounty hunter
Company: rogue
Location:No where (she's aways traveled)
Appearance:Appearance:Image:
i43.tinypic.com/qosjts.jpg[/
Overall description:
• Eye color: Golden eyes
• Hair Color: Pitch black
• Weight: 120 lbs
• Height: 5’7 and a half(the half is her ears))
Personality:Payne is a calm cool collected person. Although when she is assigned a job, she just becomes cold. She’ll kill anything from new born humans, to elder demons, if she is hired to. Oddly after ever kill she burns the body’s. Although when she is on a mission she does not talk. Unless she is spoken too, but that is how she always is.
Payne doesn’t go looking for trouble it finds her, and since she is too stubborn to back down, she’ll face anything. She enjoys quiet lone walks under the moon, or killing just out of boredom. Payne is legally insane. She is a masochist and enjoys her enemy suffrage. Her Persona is simply created from her past, she never really means to but in the end she ends up betraying anyone she calls ‘Friend’ She never knew why.
Background:Payne had grown up in Europe, being a demon from there, her father being a mighty Demon lord. She was the youngest out of four litters that’s the youngest out of twenty four. Being the youngest she wasn’t paid attention too until her brothers and sisters were married and out of the palace. The only thing she knew she could do is fight. Her older brother and the only one that paid attention to her taught her that. Her father expected more then a warrior from his daughter, who had not married.
He had taken her to formal parties, formal marriages; and she had embarrassed him there, for standing up for the slaves when they were beat. Soon her father had kept her home while he left. She just sat in her room, since her mother had died in birth and a wolf demon’s love is forever.
On her fifteenth birthday, her father had been kind to her, since it was odd for him she wondered why. He was marrying her to the rivaling kingdom. Of course she had the king of the kingdom. So she refused to the point where she slapped her father, and there on out he beat her without any regret.
She was married when she was sixteen. And on the night of her wedding night, she left him killing him gruesomely. Then ran away from home. Although she was suppose to be a queen she took her life up as a mercenary/ thief.
-Detailed part of her last memories of her home land-
Soft footsteps traveled back and forth, back and forth her soft face a frown on it. She wore all white and a veil that covered her beautiful golden eyes. She was angry, her ears to her head. She was to be married to night.
She tried taking each step down the aisle slowly, in hopes time would stop, or life would end. But it didn’t, her husband was named Rhean. He was standing there is wild red hair in front of his face. His blood red eyes staring her down, as if she was a piece of meat to a starved dog. Her eyes narrowed and she mouthed the word “I hate you.” To him. And he only grinned to her as if she was joking and with a sense of mocking he spoke words that made her blood boil. “I love you.” She didn’t remember the whole marriage all she remembered was the filths lips touching her and her whispering “you’ll die.”
The night was their honeymoon and she only glared at him, as he approached her lust in his eyes. She wouldn’t be his, she promised herself as she slapped him away, her claws scraping across his face, and he couldn’t fight. She thought but she was wrong, he had grabbed her kimono, the same kimono she wears to fight and ripped it, And that’s when she kneed him in the face. A very angered lord grabbed his claws and dug it into her shoulder, it going through it, popping the shoulder blade out of it’s socket.
She cried in pain and then her eyes suddenly shined red and she used her claws and shoved it in his shoulder, bringing it down, the skin ripping like paper to her mighty powers and she brought it down to his chest. As if he knew what she was going to do he smirked, “You’ll always be alone.” He said as if it was a curse as she grabbed his heart and pulled it out, his eyes going blank as he fell to the ground, She stared at his heart and crushed it in her grasp.
She left the palace via window, and she walked away from her kingdom. Rain cleaning the blood off of her, She didn’t care to change; she didn’t care for it at all. She had emotions where blank and her eyes where closed. No one knows for sure but people say, when it rains..she cries to hide the fact that she has emotion.
Abilities:
Shining claws- It is some what of the iron reaver, it is able to cut through anything, but if it's a full demon it means nothing.
Crystal rain- She can only do this ability when it is raining, she must cut her palm(or have herself bleed somehow) and have the rain touch her blood, for any rain drop she chooses it will turn into a small crystal needle. It will only cause small cuts, but it can be dangerous if you look towards it(might poke out an eye :] ))
Shadow Cloak- She is able to cloak her scent, to make it seem she is not there, and it is more efficient when she hunts.
Crystal Shield- She is able to create a shield out of her blood,that turns into a crystal shield.
Crystal rose- She carries a rose,that is able to turn into her blades, it can simply be summoned by pricking her finger.
Weapons:Ookami blades- two blades that are made entirely out of crystals, and they appear whenever she wishes to summon it.
Role Play Sample: When I feel rather malevolent:: The air was musty, and filled with sorrow that will be seen in the near future. The ground seemed to have been still brown, as if the snow hasn’t hit it. Cries could be heard, cries of help, cries of sorrow, that abruptly shut up, a woman, with beautiful blonde hair had been in the middle of the forest, blood smeared on her head, her vibrant blue eyes, filled with life; filled with horror and despair, her pale skin chalked with dirt in some parts, she had an hour glass shape, and she was wearing a beautiful red dress, the color red was sort of a blood red, but brighter, it matched her lipstick. “Hello, is anyone out there?” she cried, and stood up, tears streaming down her cheeks as she called out again “Anyone? Help! I don’t know where I am at! Help me?!” She called as she looked around, she heard a growl from deep in the forest, she turned to the sound, then she heard ruffling of tree’s as if something had brushed against it, she turned around, her heart beat attacking her rib cage as adrenaline started to hit her system. “Hello?!” she cried out. She felt air hit her, as if something had ran past her, she had started to Hyperventilate. “Hello!” She said, and pathetic sobs started to exit her lips, her mascara becoming ruined as tears left her eyes. “HELP!” she yelled, into the night her head looking to the stars as if a helicopter would swoop down and save her.
Suddenly a twig had snapped, as a man walked out of the shadows, his beautiful silver hair shining under the small moonlight, which clouds had soon suffocated. He was tall, six feet and three inches to be exact. His shoulders were squared, as if he was in the military but his body was extremely slim. He stared down at her, his bluish greenish eyes staring down, with almost no emotion; but the emotion in his eyes, were like a lit candle in the darkest cave in the center of the earth, this emotion was simple it was amusement. Her pleas for help had sparked an odd feeling of overwhelming joy hit him, from this sight. He had knocked her out, and dragged her all the way out of here. He wanted to play a game with her. “You!” She screamed and went to run, a grin cut through his face, from one ear to the other. He chuckled deeply; his chuckle seemed to be so stunning. He grabbed her shoulder, and over course she screamed and started to cry. “Let’s play a game, you make it too a bridge, make it past there, and I will let you live. I will give you a three second head start.” He said his arms crossing as he stared down to her, and then fixed her makeup. “Look pretty.” He chuckled, she slapped him, hard it made his head tilt to the other side, he growled and bit down on her hand, crushing it, he heard the sound of bones breaking, this made him grin as he opened his mouth, and she darted off. He crossed his arms, and his eyes narrowed. Then he started after her, not even two seconds in the counting. He hummed softly as he followed her. His humming soon turned into purring, as were he was walking, was a tiger, mighty in all it’s beauty, it was white and the moon was then choked by the clouds into complete darkness, his eyes could still be seen, as if this was his web and she was a trapped butterfly.
His paws we’re soft against the ground. He made not a sound, his purring had calmed down, and when the moon started to shine, perfectly. The white tiger had been gone, after the girl, after his kill, after his play toy. She had ran, she had been Elizabeth Swarts, she was twenty seven years old, and in high school she had been in track, tears had blinded her path, so she ran into things, stubbing her toes and feet, and almost running into trees, the forest was cold, and nothing made a noise, she thought she was so loud, her sobbing as she ran. Why had this happened to her? She thought and wiped her eyes, smearing her make up all off her face. The ground felt as if nothing to her, as she ran tears swarming her vision again, she jumped over a fallen log. Had she seen it, the bridge he was talking about, she felt a sudden joy, a hope as if she was going to make it out alive.
He had been watching her, and the moon was yet again swallowed whole by the clouds, he couldn’t help but to laugh. This was what he liked, taking the hope of a future away from anything that held happiness, which was not of his own race. He tackled her down, and his teeth went into her knee cap, her right leg, he shook his head in a horizontal way and her whole frame shook from the ground with his head motion. She screamed in anguish, as she was thrown around like a rag doll, and smack into a tree. Blood stained his beautiful fur, as he slowly turned into his Illusion. “And I asked you so nicely to look pretty.” He chuckled softly grabbing her chin and having her stare into his eyes. “Why did you not listen to me, darling..” he spoke softly, as he stroked her hair ever so lightly. “Here, here darling. I will let you go.” He spoke to her. She was shaking within his grasp, she looked up. And for a long while there was a silence, a beautiful smile gracing her face. He chuckled standing up. “The things…they’ll believe.” He spoke in a maleficent manner, she looked up. “Wha-“she was shut off, as he turned his head, out of his illusion his teeth going straight to her stomach. The flesh to his teeth was nothing it was as if scissors to paper, but the taste that graced his tongue most, was indescribable, for a human… His claws went into her leg, and shoulder, where his paws we’re placed neatly.
This was his favorite game, a game he always won. A game that had different paths, but the same end. He tore out one of the intestines, it was the long intestines, he brought his head back and forced his snout back into the gaping wound, on the once beautiful skin. He licked his lips, this game was a game that he had ruled, the only rules that there was, were the ones that he made. She let out a scream! He looked up, and moved his paw to her neck; no he wasn’t going to have his claws go into her neck, that’d be so easy for her. Just scream, he thought madly, Scream while you can! He thought and wanted to laugh as he tore her apart. He was cherishing, those feelings that ran through his veins. Scream! Scream while until there was silence. She let out a scream. His ears twitched, and his claw, the one that was on her leg, tore through her leg, ravaging it.
He’d hunt again, one night….
