Post by Venus Scarlet Nightingale on Dec 11, 2012 11:47:44 GMT -5
VENUS
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[/color]Venus Scarlet Nightingale;;
Nicknames;;[/color] Ven, Scar, Nighty - though she hates this name
Race;;[/color] Nephilim
Gender;;[/color] Female
Age;;[/color] 17
Sexuality;;[/color] Bisexual
Place of Birth;;[/color] Scotland
Birthday;;[/color] 3rd December 1995
Occupation;;[/color] unemployed
Descended From;;[/color] Demon of Wrath four generations ago
Power;;[/color] Animal Morphing - Venus found her ability quite hard at first, however when she finally understood the ability she used this to her advantage. She would half the time use this to scare people away, or harm them if they get to close to her, or she feels threatened. She can take on the traits of an animal, but cannot complete the full transition into a new form.
Requested Level;;[/color] 14
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Hair Colour;;[/color] Light Blond
Eye Colour;;[/color] Blue
Height;;[/color] 5'5"
Weight;;[/color]155lbs
Build/Complexion;;[/color] Average height, however she is quite skinny and she doesn't seem that strong. Peachy/pale skin.
Description;;[/color] Venus seems like the average girl; she is average height however she feels she is quite small. Her weight she feels is normal however she doesn't normally want to see how much she weighs. Her eyes are a light blue color, her hair is long and light blond. Her hair is about to waist length and she will sometimes dye strands of it a different color, maybe pink, green - anything, really.
She will normally wear laid back, casual clothing, just jeans ad a t shirt. For what she does, what she was trained to do as a mere child, she needs to be able to move freely and with agility. So she'll never dress up for anything. She'll often pull her hair back into a loose ponytail, so that it isn't in her face when she does whatever it is she goes along and does. She carries several weapons, namely a large dagger that she hangs from her belt, smaller throwing knives hidden in her socks/shoes and shurikens hidden in her pockets.
When she walks, she'll shuffle along so as to be away from notice. Her back will be slightly hunched over, and her head will be down. Unless, of course, she's angry at all. Then she'll walk in exactly the opposite manner. Back straight, head high, and with loud footsteps.[/blockquote]
Likes;;[/color]
- Weapons
- Cats
- Fighting
- Outsmarting others
- Killing
Dislikes;;[/color]
- Emotions (she thinks they get in the way)
- Not completing a job properly
- Losing her weapons
- Being pitied
- Being called "Nighty"
Fears;;[/color]
- Being tortured
- (Ironically) Death
- Being forced to kill a person she cares about
Ambitions;;[/color]
- Find someone special
- Wants to kill at least 100 people
- Get a pet (most likely a cat)
Secrets;;[/color]
- Was raised by assassins
- Kills for enjoyment
- Yearns to care for someone other than herself
Personality;;[/color] She is very emotionless when around other people, she will never show clear emotions towards them because she thinks they get in the way. However if she is going to kill someone, she will show the enjoyment of their death, she likes to intimidate people before they die.
She will never take orders from other people, only people she knows extremely well and trusts, which in most cases is very unlikely. If she was ordered to kill one of friends and she knew she couldn't, she would turn against the one who ordered it and kill them. She also has the habit of annoying people she hates, so if she mets someone and doesn't like them, she would annoy them for fun, though even if their was someone who she gets alone with she will still annoy them.
In her mind she would love to be with someone close, however is afraid if she developed feelings for them she would get hurt or they would get hurt. She is fond of her weapons, especially her dagger she normally uses this to finish off her victim. If however she was in any trouble she would still fight to the very end, no matter how made her insures are.
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History;;[/color] Things looked as normal as anything at first. A young man and his lovely wife, holding a beautiful baby daughter. The couple affectionately named the infant Venus - after the Roman goddess of love and beauty. They were the image of ordinary. Just a small family, wanting to start afresh in a new place. Scotland, it so happened to be, in a small village called Annan. Things could not have been simpler.
However, that was until tragedy struck. One fateful night, when the girl was six months old, an armed gang appeared at her family's home. Her father tried to fight off the men, but to no avail. He was easily vanquished and killed, leaving only the mother and daughter to fight for their lives. The men offered Venus' mother a choice - either both of them would die, or one could leave to become a member of their group.
What was this group? A group of hired assassins.
Now, naturally, this was a difficult decision for Venus' mother. Of course, she wanted her daughter to live. Of course she did. But to have such a horrific, horrendous task... maybe the baby would have been better off dead.
However, soon, her mother offered to sacrifice herself so that her daughter could survive, on one condition; she would retain her birth name, Venus Scarlet Nightingale. The thugs agreed, and therefore, Venus lost both of her parents to be raised by vicious gangs.
And so, right from when the girl could first hold a knife, she was trained in the art of murder. She would train using animals, normally sick or injured. This would put the poor things out of their misery, and would be easier to catch, so Venus was relatively okay with this. She didn't even notice when they started swapping the sick or hurt animals with strong, healthy ones. She was getting better, stronger. Strong enough to take on a human, easily.
She made her first human kill at the age of eight years old.
From then on, it was kind of a chain reaction. It would become a passtime for her. She wouldn't kill because she was told to, or because she hated the victims. It was merely because she was bored. The assassins that raised her noticed this, and thought that it made her stronger that she was in no way emotionally connected with any person. Kills were easier that way.
But she decided that she wouldn't kill because she was told tonight from the start. If she didn't know and trust the person who was hiring her to do a job, she'd refuse. And, of course, the gang didn't like this. She was cast out when she was sixteen. Not killed. They believed that she should be kept alive, just in case she was needed by them once more.
And, so, she stumbled along the streets of Alderford, alone and without shelter. She got by, though. Pickpocketing and killing people for belongings that could have any value seemed to get her through. She saved any money that she didn't absolutely have to use, and bought an apartment for herself. And, now, she live alone, waiting to see what new adventures the island will bring her.
Town Request;;[/color] Is it okay if she gets put in Alderres? I already have a charrie in Carford, and I've arranged a plot for her in Alderres . :3
Role-Play Sample;;[/color] Taylor was getting fed up of this, every tree and bush she past looked exactly the same. She slowly began to calm herself down, she wasn't sure where she was, however she noticed that she was completely covered in leafs and mud. How in the world will she get this off? Though Taylor couldn't really worry about that now, she had to find a way out of the damn wood.
Taylor began walking for another few minutes which seemed like hours, when she noticed someone singing. Recognizing the voice yet couldn't put a voice to it, she followed the singing. 'Not bad singing'. She thought actually she thought it was brilliant singing, however no matter how much she tried a face couldn't be placed to the singing.
Finally she came to a bush, carefully looking between the twigs and bramble she saw a figure sitting on a bench with a case across her lap, with a note book and pencil. Taylor's mouth dropped, she couldn't believe it, there she was sitting on a bench like nothing was happening was Bree. Finally after 2 years of searching Taylor knew her work had been worth it. Suddenly without even thinking the consequences Taylor leaped out of her hiding spot and startled a very surprised Bree with the words. "BREE, WHERE IN THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?"
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Claire· ·2 Months of Experience · · Panic!
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