Title: DELPHINUS, vorena ariadne
Vorena Ariadne Delphinus - July 21, 2007 09:25 PM (GMT)
__++hello. my name is…
name/nickname:: Amy
age:: 14
experience: Rping for two years, admin on advanced site.
other characters here:: None so far doodes :P
__++you can call me…
&&__basic information
full name:: Vorena Ariadne Delphinus
nickname(s):: V, Rena.
birthdate:: 31st October, 1914
age:: 101 (Oh she is one young mother :P)
ethnicity:: Latin/Greek.
orientation::Bisexual. (Tends to lean towards males more, but isn't generally fussy.)
species:: Vampire
belongs to:: Meutrier Coven
title:: Servant (But used for transporting 'gossip' back to Kella.)
&&__physical description
height:: 5 foot 9
weight:: Oh God...I'm British and terrible at this...? Help please? In stone it'll have to be. 8 stone 2 lbs.
eye color:: Blue/Green, turn black rimmed with red when suckling.
hair color:: Black
body type:: Slender but with a large bust.
distinguishing marks:: 4 tattoos:
Υγρά όνειρα αίματος (Blood wet dreams, in Greek along the base of her back, tattoo).
A green serpent around her right wrist, attempting to eat it's own tail.
A black rose on her right hip
Henna designs on her left foot.
dress style:: She will dress as she pleases, despite what everyone else says to her. Prefers leather, tight, showing off whatever she wants. Usually, her cleavage, but is known to wear tiny hotpants with thigh high boots, just to provoke people.
Tends to stick to the darker colours, merely because she finds they compliment her skin tone better. However, when wanting to seem particularly ironic, she’ll dress head to toe in white, simply because sometimes, she’ll find the blood that decorates the linen gives it a piquant charm. She’s a little sick like that, but what could you expect of a vampiress? Another trait of hers would be her high heels, which are impossible to walk in, but look great.
portrayal:: Penelope Cruz
picture::
&&__personality test
general description::
- Naturally quiet, doesn't contribute to conversations unless she feels passionate about the subject. When speaking, known to sound scarily intense and intelligent.
- Extremely stubborn and slightly pre-judgemental. Becomes enraged quite easily when someone attempts to tell her to change her views and opinions.
- Is slightly revenge hungry, when she is made a fool out of or humiliated...you will pay. And she'll make sure you die slowly and painfully. While smiling sweetly.
- Has extemely quick reflexes, and is known to take things a little too seriously when 'training'. Doesn't like to be beaten at anything, or do things by half-measures. If you're going to die, you're going to go down in style if you're with Vorena.
- Extremely sexual, attempting (And usually succeeding), in winding up any male, and indeed female. She revels in the fact she can do this, extremely promiscuous and provocative. Unashamed of her wantones...she lives off sex.
- Can be snappy, when slight peeved about something and able to hold a grudge for a very long time. Detests anyone who challenges her, and can be downright offensive when she so chooses to. Takes pride in other people's failure. Laughs when they take a tumble. </span>
&&__battle royale
artillary:: Only uses a small hand-gun when she has too.
swordsmanship:: Within the coven, she's been brought up to believe that she's old-school. Usually uses two dagger-like knives. Ruby red crystals ensconed on the handle.
martial arts:: Working on her training.
combat:: Extremely gifted in hand-to-hand combat. Fights slightly like a man...no pansy bitch slapping and nail scramming, purlease.
&&__family history
<span style='font-size:7pt;line-height:100%'>father’s name:: Antonine
mother’s name:: Ophelia. (Deceased)
sibling’s name:: One sister, Gaia, younger.
general history:: [about fifteen bullets worth of information. You’re summing it up.]
&&__proving your worth
role-playing sample:: It was not a particularly cold day, not for a December morn, but there was a refreshing bite to the breeze. She stood in the doorway, behind the net curtain specially installed into the manor’s door for when you were drowning in the stuffy, recycled conditions within the household. Persephone pressed and elegant hand against the netting, longing to shed her skin somehow, step out into the weak daylight and feel the sun’s rays against her face. She has known before, of course, what it is like to have the sun’s heat caress your flesh, but since she was nineteen, she has had to accept the fact she will never know daylight again.
Even as she stood there, she could feel her skin beginning to prickle angrily, as if in fierce recognition and rebellion at the fact the sun was attempting to slide over her tanned skin. She checked her watch in the murky gloom inside the house, morbid atmosphere maintained throughout the year, come rain or shine. Especially during shine. When the sun came out to play, all the Sanguinis run away… She smiles slightly at the rhyme not dissimilar to a nursery rhyme pops into her head. Her bother made it up, determined to lighten the mood one gloomy summer’s day. They had added several verses at the time. She was not prone to such childish antics, and she had sat there as impassive as always, face masking the longing that throbbed within her for the liberties and freedom other people took for granted. When her youngest two siblings had bounded off to tell of their cleverness and song writing skills to their ‘Papa’, she had merely raised a disinterested eyebrow, and nodded briefly.
She had never liked her father, found him annoying and downright obnoxious. Although that was what she told herself, she knew it was really because she craved a father/daughter relationship that held some sort of stability. Since she’d joined Lord Voldemort’s growing army, her favour with her father had increased considerably, yet he still remained an insufferable bastard. It was the snide remarks. The constant comments that pricked her skin like barbs. Always ready to put her down with a smile, to remind her of who she was…where she was. What dangerous times she lived in. Irritably, she growled and immediately shut herself up. The noise that escaped from her lips, stretched downwards now in a scowl, had reminded her of the predator she was. She had been trying so hard to forget, and had been doing so successfully, until she had sub-consciously reminded herself once more.
Flouncing down into the centre of her bed, regal decadence evident in every inch of her bedroom décor. From the wallpaper to the carpets and ceiling patterns, it was lovely. Not gothic, as you’d expect for a household of vampires, but relatively bright in colour, and cheery. The only thing missing from this beautiful room was sunlight, currently knocking at the windows impatiently, longing to slide along the plastered surface of the walls. It was slightly depressing for her to sit here and think of nothing but the night ahead, where she would be allowed to roam the streets, free at last! The only down-side to this little arrangement they had agreed on, was that she was only let out on the world when she was at her most feral and demanding. It normally ended in her getting a scalding from her Lord, due to the fact she would probably attempt to kill someone or something. Why did she deprive herself of such favour with him? Why couldn’t she just stay inside permanently, curl up inside herself until she died.
Angrily, she fisted her small hands against the silk coverlet, raking her sharp nails down it until she felt some chords come loose. Frustrated, she pulled on one, watching with small satisfaction as she began to unravel the finely woven silk. It was a need of hers, to cause destruction. Even when lucid, she could manage to attempt to destroy something. It had been bred into her nature by now. She destroyed herself on a daily basis with her want to be ‘normal’. After thinking this, of course, she always scolded herself. Why should she wish to be normal, when she had all she ever wanted right now? With Voldemort, she could live her life to the full, rising to be the best that she could be, present circumstances aside. So why did she feel so…dissatisfied. Satan, she hoped this night’s killing would be a good one…she might die of thirst for blood otherwise…To top it all off, she did believe she was going mad. Was it her, or was the antique clock on the wall going backwards? Propably her father’s cruel joke, just to torment her with prolonged minutes of her captivity.
Because she could not die…she was locked up inside, a shadow of darkness, a sliver of bloody fascination. Alexa would have to wait hundreds of years to die, or until she became impaled through the heart on some stake. She was immortal, and drowning in the depression eternal life brought with it…
member title:: Agent [p r o v o c a t e u r]
name/nickname:: Amy
age:: 14
experience: Rping for two years, admin on advanced site.
other characters here:: None so far doodes :P
__++you can call me…
&&__basic information
full name:: Vorena Ariadne Delphinus
nickname(s):: V, Rena.
birthdate:: 31st October, 1914
age:: 101 (Oh she is one young mother :P)
ethnicity:: Latin/Greek.
orientation::Bisexual. (Tends to lean towards males more, but isn't generally fussy.)
species:: Vampire
belongs to:: Meutrier Coven
title:: Servant (But used for transporting 'gossip' back to Kella.)
&&__physical description
height:: 5 foot 9
weight:: Oh God...I'm British and terrible at this...? Help please? In stone it'll have to be. 8 stone 2 lbs.
eye color:: Blue/Green, turn black rimmed with red when suckling.
hair color:: Black
body type:: Slender but with a large bust.
distinguishing marks:: 4 tattoos:
Υγρά όνειρα αίματος (Blood wet dreams, in Greek along the base of her back, tattoo).
A green serpent around her right wrist, attempting to eat it's own tail.
A black rose on her right hip
Henna designs on her left foot.
dress style:: She will dress as she pleases, despite what everyone else says to her. Prefers leather, tight, showing off whatever she wants. Usually, her cleavage, but is known to wear tiny hotpants with thigh high boots, just to provoke people.
Tends to stick to the darker colours, merely because she finds they compliment her skin tone better. However, when wanting to seem particularly ironic, she’ll dress head to toe in white, simply because sometimes, she’ll find the blood that decorates the linen gives it a piquant charm. She’s a little sick like that, but what could you expect of a vampiress? Another trait of hers would be her high heels, which are impossible to walk in, but look great.
portrayal:: Penelope Cruz
picture::
&&__personality test
- likes::
[+] - Blood. No explanation needed, really. When the craving takes her, she has to have it. It’s only natural considering what she is.
[+] - People being scared of her. Well, more the to the point, what she could do to them. It’s nice to install that kind of fear into people. Even the Death Eaters are slightly wary of her, and she can see why.
[+] - Destruction. To destroy something may seem a fruitless task to anyone relatively normal, but in the same way as her life was thereabouts destroyed when she was bitten, she hopes to destroy others’ lives in the same way.
[+] - Rough sex. Gentle isn’t in her nature, and she finds caresses slightly alien to her, a girl who’s only known the shadows...leads us on too:
[+] - Masochism. Generally taking pain gives her own...also enjoys
[+] - Sadism. Likes to inflict pain to others, especially if they enjoy it.
[+] - Being given privileges over other people. There’s something immensely gratifying in telling other people what to do.
[+] - Belonging for once.
[+] - Women in a position of power. Yes, not straight-as-a-die, but not someone who generally whores around with anyone. She has not had many female conquests, but she’s not adverse to a beautiful female, and if they pack power, then she holds them in a position of utmost respect.
[+] - Nicotine. Frequently seen smoking, much to her mother’s disappointment.
[+] - Her ability to transform into a bat. One of the perks of being a vampire, it’s got her out of some pretty sticky situations.
- [-] Sometimes being unaware or not in control of herself. She likes to think that her problem is fully under control, but even she can see that over time, she’s giving in to the vampire inside of her.
[-] - Alcohol. She has no desire to become addicted to the inebriating liquid, and she’d much prefer to stay off anything that will make her unaware of her surroundings, when consumed in large amounts
[-] - Being patronised, but then does anyone enjoy this? She’s relatively grown up in the head, and doesn’t appreciate people taking the piss with trying to make out as if she’s stupid.
[-] - Having a bad trip. Yes, she occasionally dabbles in drugs, but she fears having a bad trip.
[-] - Losing a member of the coven to a wearwolf
[-] - Animals. Dirty, stinking things.
[-] - Wearwolves...naturally, do I need to explain this? The creatures have had a feud since the dawning of time.
[-] - Being denied a kill. She doesn't like being ordered around.
[-] - People who are closed minded when it comes to sexuality.
- x* - Her inability to stop herself becoming aroused
x* - Her tendancy to bite her lip until it bleeds
x* - Not wanting to wash blood off after a kill
x* - The way insults just roll off her tongue
x* - Being a bitch in general
x* - Prejudgmental.
general description::
- Naturally quiet, doesn't contribute to conversations unless she feels passionate about the subject. When speaking, known to sound scarily intense and intelligent.
- Extremely stubborn and slightly pre-judgemental. Becomes enraged quite easily when someone attempts to tell her to change her views and opinions.
- Is slightly revenge hungry, when she is made a fool out of or humiliated...you will pay. And she'll make sure you die slowly and painfully. While smiling sweetly.
- Has extemely quick reflexes, and is known to take things a little too seriously when 'training'. Doesn't like to be beaten at anything, or do things by half-measures. If you're going to die, you're going to go down in style if you're with Vorena.
- Extremely sexual, attempting (And usually succeeding), in winding up any male, and indeed female. She revels in the fact she can do this, extremely promiscuous and provocative. Unashamed of her wantones...she lives off sex.
- Can be snappy, when slight peeved about something and able to hold a grudge for a very long time. Detests anyone who challenges her, and can be downright offensive when she so chooses to. Takes pride in other people's failure. Laughs when they take a tumble. </span>
&&__battle royale
artillary:: Only uses a small hand-gun when she has too.
swordsmanship:: Within the coven, she's been brought up to believe that she's old-school. Usually uses two dagger-like knives. Ruby red crystals ensconed on the handle.
martial arts:: Working on her training.
combat:: Extremely gifted in hand-to-hand combat. Fights slightly like a man...no pansy bitch slapping and nail scramming, purlease.
&&__family history
<span style='font-size:7pt;line-height:100%'>father’s name:: Antonine
mother’s name:: Ophelia. (Deceased)
sibling’s name:: One sister, Gaia, younger.
general history:: [about fifteen bullets worth of information. You’re summing it up.]
- - Was born on Halloween, on the stroke of midnight, to vampire parents. The storm was raging, as if warning Ophelia and Antoine to beware of what was brewing. Has always lived in Canada, but born to a father who was Greek and a Latin mother.
- She thrived as a young child, determined to be highly independent. Was always quiet and withdrawn, looking at other children with a look of disgust. Oddly, for a child born to a set of vampire parents, affected by the curse, where as her sister was not.
- As a young child, even her parents could recognise the craving for blood in her eyes constantly. When she was three, they finally allowed her to drink from the family pet. A fateful mistake, for she was inevitably hooked from that day forward.
- Became notably rebellious as a young child, constantly challenging her mother and father's authority - much to their dismay. Understandably, they couldn't afford to be around her much, she wa proving distinctly hard to handle. She was passed on to the care of a nanny, whom she bit, poisoning.
- When she was six, her sister was born. She did not take to the child, at all, and when her mother and father slept she bit her too. She was undoubtedly rivalled by her sibling, and didn't like the attention her parents lavished on her.
- Her parents, oddly disgusted with their eldest daughter, even for something that she could not control, lashed out at their first born. She has never known an affectionate family, and has no desire to know love.
- They submitted her to rounds of abuse, but this did not break the child's spirit, it just seemed to strengthen it. She stood there defiantly and refused to cry. This further enraged her parents, also confusing them.
- As a teenager, became a general whore, sleeping with most males and biting them when the sex was over. Lost her virginity at fifteen, and told her parents proudly.
- Gaia, her sister couldn't cope with her curse as her parents and sister had to do. They found her to have requested a friend of hers to kill her by decapitating her. On the note, she said she was disgusted with herself and what she had become.
- The blame was inevitably passed on to Vorena, though why the finger was pointed at her is unknown. Possibly because she was the one to bite their perfect daughter in the first place.
- Her parents threw her out, but instead of pining for them, she rejoiced at new found freedom, living on the streets and not limiting herself. Feeding whenever she wanted.
- When her life got slightly tough, she went to work in the burlesques, where she met Kella. (inform me if this isn't alright).
- Kella took her to the coven, and offered her a place as a general spy within the coven. Vorena has always lusted over the older woman, admiring her power and affluence. She will happily flirt with her and supply her with information.
- She continues to work within the coven. If anyone wants to get next to her...they have to try extremely hard. Once you have her, however, (No she's not a whore) she'll need to be kept happy.
&&__proving your worth
role-playing sample:: It was not a particularly cold day, not for a December morn, but there was a refreshing bite to the breeze. She stood in the doorway, behind the net curtain specially installed into the manor’s door for when you were drowning in the stuffy, recycled conditions within the household. Persephone pressed and elegant hand against the netting, longing to shed her skin somehow, step out into the weak daylight and feel the sun’s rays against her face. She has known before, of course, what it is like to have the sun’s heat caress your flesh, but since she was nineteen, she has had to accept the fact she will never know daylight again.
Even as she stood there, she could feel her skin beginning to prickle angrily, as if in fierce recognition and rebellion at the fact the sun was attempting to slide over her tanned skin. She checked her watch in the murky gloom inside the house, morbid atmosphere maintained throughout the year, come rain or shine. Especially during shine. When the sun came out to play, all the Sanguinis run away… She smiles slightly at the rhyme not dissimilar to a nursery rhyme pops into her head. Her bother made it up, determined to lighten the mood one gloomy summer’s day. They had added several verses at the time. She was not prone to such childish antics, and she had sat there as impassive as always, face masking the longing that throbbed within her for the liberties and freedom other people took for granted. When her youngest two siblings had bounded off to tell of their cleverness and song writing skills to their ‘Papa’, she had merely raised a disinterested eyebrow, and nodded briefly.
She had never liked her father, found him annoying and downright obnoxious. Although that was what she told herself, she knew it was really because she craved a father/daughter relationship that held some sort of stability. Since she’d joined Lord Voldemort’s growing army, her favour with her father had increased considerably, yet he still remained an insufferable bastard. It was the snide remarks. The constant comments that pricked her skin like barbs. Always ready to put her down with a smile, to remind her of who she was…where she was. What dangerous times she lived in. Irritably, she growled and immediately shut herself up. The noise that escaped from her lips, stretched downwards now in a scowl, had reminded her of the predator she was. She had been trying so hard to forget, and had been doing so successfully, until she had sub-consciously reminded herself once more.
Flouncing down into the centre of her bed, regal decadence evident in every inch of her bedroom décor. From the wallpaper to the carpets and ceiling patterns, it was lovely. Not gothic, as you’d expect for a household of vampires, but relatively bright in colour, and cheery. The only thing missing from this beautiful room was sunlight, currently knocking at the windows impatiently, longing to slide along the plastered surface of the walls. It was slightly depressing for her to sit here and think of nothing but the night ahead, where she would be allowed to roam the streets, free at last! The only down-side to this little arrangement they had agreed on, was that she was only let out on the world when she was at her most feral and demanding. It normally ended in her getting a scalding from her Lord, due to the fact she would probably attempt to kill someone or something. Why did she deprive herself of such favour with him? Why couldn’t she just stay inside permanently, curl up inside herself until she died.
Angrily, she fisted her small hands against the silk coverlet, raking her sharp nails down it until she felt some chords come loose. Frustrated, she pulled on one, watching with small satisfaction as she began to unravel the finely woven silk. It was a need of hers, to cause destruction. Even when lucid, she could manage to attempt to destroy something. It had been bred into her nature by now. She destroyed herself on a daily basis with her want to be ‘normal’. After thinking this, of course, she always scolded herself. Why should she wish to be normal, when she had all she ever wanted right now? With Voldemort, she could live her life to the full, rising to be the best that she could be, present circumstances aside. So why did she feel so…dissatisfied. Satan, she hoped this night’s killing would be a good one…she might die of thirst for blood otherwise…To top it all off, she did believe she was going mad. Was it her, or was the antique clock on the wall going backwards? Propably her father’s cruel joke, just to torment her with prolonged minutes of her captivity.
Because she could not die…she was locked up inside, a shadow of darkness, a sliver of bloody fascination. Alexa would have to wait hundreds of years to die, or until she became impaled through the heart on some stake. She was immortal, and drowning in the depression eternal life brought with it…
member title:: Agent [p r o v o c a t e u r]
erin - July 21, 2007 10:52 PM (GMT)
As for the stones-to-pounds stuff, don't worry about changing it. I have no clue how =P
But, I was wondering: is the heterosexual supposed to be perhaps bisexual? If it I'm wrong, then don't worry about it.
You could also go for one more dislike, but I'm not gonna be uber picky about that. If you get around to adding one, cool, if not then don't even worry about it.
The history is completely fine. I LOVE it!
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Welcome to the site!
I hope you enjoy your stay.
But, I was wondering: is the heterosexual supposed to be perhaps bisexual? If it I'm wrong, then don't worry about it.
You could also go for one more dislike, but I'm not gonna be uber picky about that. If you get around to adding one, cool, if not then don't even worry about it.
The history is completely fine. I LOVE it!
Your profile has been [...]
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Welcome to the site!
I hope you enjoy your stay.