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(3/2/04 5:02 pm)
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Midnight Deathrose
((In progress.. not yet finished obviously. I will be adding on to it however as time allows.))
Name: Tessalena Akuna Dragonfang
Nickname(s): None given as of now
Alias(es): Aphrodite of The Winged Death
Gender: Female
Race: Full blooded Demoness
Alignment: Neutral - Lingers indecisive of which side is 'better'.
Domains & Home:
1) Misted Isles - A small island of myth, not found on any existing map today, although it was one in which she was brought up on. Her castle and the glade behind it was located here as well. A thing mist was constantly there to obscure the ground beneath, and it seemed that no matter the season or whether, but it would always be there. Hot seasons were very rare indeed and it seemed that summer was never there to grace the island and it's smaller surrounding neighbors.
~~~ Nightmare Castle - An old secluded castle long since abandoned.. and forgotten in the lands of the old, a towering estate with more than enough of it's share of spectators and mysteries. The worn, yet still stable castle in which she'd made her home after her family had gone their separate ways.
~~~ Deathglade - Within the reaches of the gloomy forest (Ethrin Forest) behind her castle there lay a glade unlike any other. Despite the greenery of the forest itself, the canopy over it's center loomed high, yet overlapped to block out any light. The trees were black here, and although there were still plant life 'growing', all had a glassy effect tinted a dark black. She named this part of the forest Deathglade for no creatures ventured here and shadows thrived inside.. seeming to her as if it were indeed dead.
Physical Appearance:
She has two fangs inside her mouth, each about half an inch long, first suggesting that she might have been a vampire despite what her parents were, although from her blood and her ways, she turned out not to be.
Age: She appears to be around the age of 19 in human years... although for the actual number of years she's existed upon these realms is undetermined.
Height: She stands at the height of 5'10" although if desired, she is able to make it seem as if she's taller than that to tower over her victims.
Clothing: Most often she is adorned in a long flowing black dress made from the silk of spiders, it's hem to just barely skim the ground. With long sleeves to cover her arms, narrow at the top and flaring out at the bottom... strands of ebony crystals glitter with their dark power there suspended. A cloak to blend with the colour of her eyes she dons over his dress of hers, whether for the look, or for what she might be able to carry inside is something that you'd have to find out for yourself.
Eyes: A black darker than black.. her eyes are the colour of an unmarred ebony that has never been cultured to soften... although if you ever grow close enough to this one, you might even sense a desolate look within the depths of her eyes as well, from what is what she would not tell.
Hair: Long silky tresses of a glinting black, reaching down to her mid back and a bit further.
Voice: Her voice holds a strong undercurrent of a dark psychic sense, a midnight quality to it that resembles no other, easily recognizable after you've heard it once, whether you've seen her or not. A silvery tone would be deeply embedded within it and an eerie echo follows so close behind her words spoken that it would seem as if they were one. The echo is barely noticeable, but if taken to mind, who knows what thoughts might be stirred up about this one.. She does have a habit of hissing, snarling, or growling however, sometimes intentionally, sometimes not.
Tattoos/Birthmarks/Imprints: Upon her left shoulder blade a permanent imprint was issued... one of a green dragon, of a species that is rarely ever seen today. With black spots to mark it's body in turn, and a head, spine, tail, and feet a flaming red. Long claws to protrude from the realistic image seem to be burning with a hell fire whilst in it's eerie deep red gaze the embers of an undetermined source of light burns on.
Curse:
At the stroke of midnight when the moon is getting near full .. her curse descends upon her. Indications that this is happening would begin to rise as the night falls into a deadly silence, the air stilling where it was, and the moon beginning to fade away.. bit by bit. As moon and stars begin to black out does a dark mist of sorts emerge to envelope her, then to change her into a black rose.. to drip the blood of her past victims, so alluring beautiful, yet poisonous to the touch.. the only source of light as it emits an ethereal green glow around itself. Her curse should last for only about an hour in which the 'world' around would be completely dark.
Personality: Most of her life Tess had been living without the company of other people even remotely like her, or people whom she felt really cared for her. Animals were indeed there, and although they could bring a certain amount of comfort and aid to her when she needed it, never would it seem to be enough. The creatures around could only do so much for her and it did not help to soothe the early felt pain of her parent’s abandoning of their children, and then the disappearance of her siblings when she became just barely old enough to have learned how to sustain life within herself.
It was the reason why she grew up a desolate child, and one that never spoke much… mainly because there was no one to speak to or turn to with the minute problems and perplexities of a mere child. She became a ‘thinker’ of sorts, contemplating everything and everyone around her, the spirits that graced the halls of the castle, her family, the animals, and the woods.. It was also because of this way of living she had, that forced her to become solely dependent on herself, and not others. She didn’t have to make the separation between her parents for support so that she could be on her own… they were never there. Nor was the separation needed for her sisters, for they had shared a secret bond that she had never ventured to try. So instead did she spend her abundant time alone, reading in the massive library filled with the ancient writings of those before, or out ‘exploring’ the island and the ones around… constantly alone.
A lot of her personality was based on the way her life had been before she came to Terre Haute, why she had grown to forget the childhood fairy tales that told of the lures of love, and even to hold them at a distance, for she had never had a ‘real’ family to embrace. Sometimes she would wish that her past had been different, although it was a side she would loathe sharing with anybody else this fact… with another.. ‘outsider’. She didn’t believe that anybody could’ve helped her despite what she had read in the books.. for she didn’t believe in the tales of that either.
From her family though, she did inherit many traits and habits of theirs. Taking on her mother's habits of meandering, she often does so from place to place. (yet to be completed)
Weapons: Beneath her silver lacquered fingernails, specifically her pointer finger, a 'snake tooth' of sorts is hidden. As befits it's name, it holds an inner venom that none but it's inflicter might cure.. although tis something she is willing to bargain with. This poison is the very same that would be inevitably injected into your blood stream if you venture to touch the cursed rose in which she becomes at midnight, although you must wait for her curse to pass before it may be healed. It would bring a constant throbbing that would slowly spread throughout your body is not brought to her attention soon and her mind decides to aid one so foolish. (to be added to..)
Abilities/Magic: She has an uncanny power that allows her to summon a mist much like the one that inhabited her home upon the Misted Isles, although color is optional to her liking, she prefers it to be a darkish colour most often. As she's played with it, she's found that it can come to be a most useful tool in life, whether it be to hide something or to not.
Like the mere tone of her voice, she has the powers of a psychic. She experimented with the theory of such a thing most often when she was alone as to not embarress herself in front of anyone, and found that she could. It started with a simple quill in her room, and then it was to expand to larger and larger things. Telepathy she also tried, and although it was never with family or people, with animals she found it oddly possible.. she wasn't sure whether it was from the simple connection of feelings or not, but she has yet to develop on such a thing. Though the books she had read, and curious ventures to do things that would not be natural to the human race... it was not her parents that taught her about the powers a demon could possess.. but herself. Having tried moving things with her mind, she began to wonder if the same could be done with things you could not .. 'touch'.. like shadows, or the breeze that blew past.
She has the rare ability of being able to see events, whether it be past, current, or in the future she has no power over. It occurs randomly at best and she first discovered it while alone in the tower her room was secluded in, staring out the window.. she had envisioned her parents.. although they had looked younger, and it was from this that she learned about her parent's past. It always came unexpected and she learned that it was best not to hope for it, or expect it, for in times like that these visions never came.
Strengths: It wouldn't be so wise to consider a girl being so weak that she would be weaker than a man necessarily, for she's trained herself in a way through surviving on her own and 'camping' in the wilderness close beside her home in skills of such things.
She is able to shape-shift into any creature she chooses to at will, although her powers acquired through doing so are limited as is the time limit of how long she could stay that creature... that being at the maximum, 2 days.
Weaknesses: She has a peculiar 'weakness' if it could be called that to ones who appear to.. care about her. She's grown up without this feeling close at hand, and she isn't fond of being caught off guard with something of this nature, despite the good intentions.
She tends to dislike daylight hours when the sun shines overly bright overhead, for her vision isn't as sharp as it would be without the glares of the sun to hinder her sight. It is one reason in which she would prefer the early mornings, late evenings, and the such prior to the burning rays of the day.
Loss of blood.. tis possible. She is not one immune to blades although her skin is tough indeed considering the supple way it appears to be upon the outside.
Family -
Parents:
Her parents met in a naturalistic glade nicknamed Desire's Glade.. her father surrounded by his own pack of wolves, hunting; and her mother to have meandered as she always did, there, for a quiet moment of her own. After a few tense moments where they were to measure out each the other, they became acquainted, and from there on married. Her mother had first thought him a vampire for the way his mouth was so stained with the blood that came obviously from the victims he had preyed upon, although she was later to have found that he was not thus, but a demon much like herself.
Father - Barnabas Vigée-Lebrun, his alias being Hermes of The Howling Wolves, nicknamed by the wolves in which he associated with... one who was always hot of blood and whom loved to run wild with the hungry wolves, a special connection that lured these creatures to him, and he in turn to them.
Mother - Anne Wolfena, the alias given and adopted by her was Athene of Gypsies for she was always a traveller of travellers, of good humour but dangerous as well.
Sibling(s): Senamarcina Alystin Kaltenbach & Demarika Celeste Kaltenbach - Both blood sisters who've she's not seen in a very long time for while the two had stayed together, she'd taken after her mother's ways and chose to wander, straying away from the path that they had chosen. Their last names they had all chosen themselves and for hers she had been different, wanting to be unique, and in consequence chose a name that differed from what the other two had decided upon.
Pet(s): N/A
History: ((In progress))
The Miscellaneous
Personal Quote(s): ~The most sacred rose of all blooms at midnight… though a rose is never without its thorns... and neither am I. ~
Martial Status: Single
Marriage: None
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(The profile above is one that I would like to show as an example of how you might want to have your profile looking like one of these days. I wrote it myself, yes, in the past couple of days. It is copied exactly as it's posted now in Terre Haute; a RP board with really good quality posts and etc. I would suggest you guys going over there and looking around, although only if you're serious about it and such about this sort of thing to go over and join. Two of my characters are there, under the s/n's of Lady Mystia and Midnight Deathrose. I think you guys might grow to like it, and so, I offer you a chance to go look at that as well. Thanks! Oh yea, and your profiles don't have to be as long, or as detailed as mine to get in. Just an example for here too ya'kno?  )
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