Post by Xentrie on Jul 29, 2005 18:53:19 GMT -5
Basics
Name: Xentrie
Apparent Age: Around her twenties; prime age.
Actual Age: 4,972
Birthplace: Unknown; near a large river.
Ethnic origin: Xentrie's mother was fleeing around her birth, and died during her childbirth. Xentrie has no idea.
Gender: Female
Status: Vampiress, Ancient Warrior
Physical Attributes
Eyes: Red, ember eyes; hating, distressed, tired, aged eyes.
Hair: Sandy, golden, silky hip length blonde hair, of which is usually braided back and out of her way
Skin: Marble pale skin
Body: Slim and lean; strong.
Height: 5’9
Scars/tattoos/physical markings: She has a small black rose tattooed on the small of her back, for personal reasons, and a long scar, across her left shoulder blade.
Physical Description: She is very toned, trained, and looks her part of being able to kick some serious ass.
Always visible, murderously elongated canines..
She is a warrior, and she takes such a thing seriously, though she is never one for titles, usually. She is usually shrouded by a concealing black cloak, or fitted into black armor.
{See avatar and Siggy}
Self Being/Personality
Flaws/weaknesses: Sometimes a little bit of care her way can break some of her mental barriers. She has always been emotion-deprived, remember. And she is, extremely, allergic to copper
Merits/strengths: She is strong willed, not so easily tempered anymore, dangerous, and very sharp. For a reason she has yet to figure out, she is immune to sunlight. Though she does not like it very much, she can walk about in day light.
Basic Personality: Withdrawn, tired, wise, and very bitter. And yet, she is with inbred, weary politeness, in her detached self. She is very withdrawn and isolated from the world, alienated, strange and always saddened. She loves chaos, and that metallic taste of mortal, and Immortal, blood…
Skills: She is very weapon-trained. Blades, bows; she, if not using her body itself, can use any weapon available to her advantage. She has quick wit, a
+ Powers: Ability to change to whatever form it is she wants, at her will, telepathic powers, and the usual Vampiric powers, multiplied, by her old age, and past time, as Queen.
Sire: Unknown. She was changed and abandoned on her Twenty First birthday.
Date of siring:2946 B.C
History Briefing:
Xentrie was born in the age of the well-known flourishing ages of the human race. Fatherless, and her mother passing only moments after her birth, Xentrie had literally survived by her own since she was a newborn. Early in her youth becoming bitter, hating, and withdrawn, she was, easily, friendless and loveless. She fought, competed, and worked her little heart out to the extreme, for food, for clothing, for bed, at rare times, and for personal honor. She never stole or cheated, unless she was truly desperate. {Which at some times, was frequent}
She was what was called at those eras, a warrior. And as she grew into a tall, lean, dangerous machine in literal, she was defined as the most feared of all mortal warriors.
At the day of her Twenty First birthday, she was brutally changed, and then right after, mysteriously abandoned. Left again, alone, she had to discover herself in renewed aspects, hating the Immortals now, just as she hated the mortals, for taking away the death she had longed for. She had never planned for an Immortal life. She had no meaning or want for life. And though she had fought so very hard to keep her own, her changing to an Immortal, only made Xentrie bitterer.
It was close to only a mere three years after her turning, when Xentrie was ambushed by a local group of thug youngling vampires, of whom enclosed her in a coffin, and sealed her away behind a stone wall in the grand Theatre of the town. It was, so they has hissed to her, so she could hear her beloved theatre in her eternal ‘sleep’. Xentrie was quite the gifted songstress, after all. They thought it best to mock her in the worst of ways.
One of the long ago most feared mortal, and then Immortal warriors, has returned to walk the face of the earth, from her deep slumber through the recent ages of man.
Not to take up old memories, no, she had long since tired of that; but to perhaps, make anew. She Xentrie, has returned; pissed off, out for that metallic essence of blood, and bitter as ever.
Name: Xentrie
Apparent Age: Around her twenties; prime age.
Actual Age: 4,972
Birthplace: Unknown; near a large river.
Ethnic origin: Xentrie's mother was fleeing around her birth, and died during her childbirth. Xentrie has no idea.
Gender: Female
Status: Vampiress, Ancient Warrior
Physical Attributes
Eyes: Red, ember eyes; hating, distressed, tired, aged eyes.
Hair: Sandy, golden, silky hip length blonde hair, of which is usually braided back and out of her way
Skin: Marble pale skin
Body: Slim and lean; strong.
Height: 5’9
Scars/tattoos/physical markings: She has a small black rose tattooed on the small of her back, for personal reasons, and a long scar, across her left shoulder blade.
Physical Description: She is very toned, trained, and looks her part of being able to kick some serious ass.
Always visible, murderously elongated canines..
She is a warrior, and she takes such a thing seriously, though she is never one for titles, usually. She is usually shrouded by a concealing black cloak, or fitted into black armor.
{See avatar and Siggy}
Self Being/Personality
Flaws/weaknesses: Sometimes a little bit of care her way can break some of her mental barriers. She has always been emotion-deprived, remember. And she is, extremely, allergic to copper
Merits/strengths: She is strong willed, not so easily tempered anymore, dangerous, and very sharp. For a reason she has yet to figure out, she is immune to sunlight. Though she does not like it very much, she can walk about in day light.
Basic Personality: Withdrawn, tired, wise, and very bitter. And yet, she is with inbred, weary politeness, in her detached self. She is very withdrawn and isolated from the world, alienated, strange and always saddened. She loves chaos, and that metallic taste of mortal, and Immortal, blood…
Skills: She is very weapon-trained. Blades, bows; she, if not using her body itself, can use any weapon available to her advantage. She has quick wit, a
+ Powers: Ability to change to whatever form it is she wants, at her will, telepathic powers, and the usual Vampiric powers, multiplied, by her old age, and past time, as Queen.
Sire: Unknown. She was changed and abandoned on her Twenty First birthday.
Date of siring:2946 B.C
History Briefing:
Xentrie was born in the age of the well-known flourishing ages of the human race. Fatherless, and her mother passing only moments after her birth, Xentrie had literally survived by her own since she was a newborn. Early in her youth becoming bitter, hating, and withdrawn, she was, easily, friendless and loveless. She fought, competed, and worked her little heart out to the extreme, for food, for clothing, for bed, at rare times, and for personal honor. She never stole or cheated, unless she was truly desperate. {Which at some times, was frequent}
She was what was called at those eras, a warrior. And as she grew into a tall, lean, dangerous machine in literal, she was defined as the most feared of all mortal warriors.
At the day of her Twenty First birthday, she was brutally changed, and then right after, mysteriously abandoned. Left again, alone, she had to discover herself in renewed aspects, hating the Immortals now, just as she hated the mortals, for taking away the death she had longed for. She had never planned for an Immortal life. She had no meaning or want for life. And though she had fought so very hard to keep her own, her changing to an Immortal, only made Xentrie bitterer.
It was close to only a mere three years after her turning, when Xentrie was ambushed by a local group of thug youngling vampires, of whom enclosed her in a coffin, and sealed her away behind a stone wall in the grand Theatre of the town. It was, so they has hissed to her, so she could hear her beloved theatre in her eternal ‘sleep’. Xentrie was quite the gifted songstress, after all. They thought it best to mock her in the worst of ways.
One of the long ago most feared mortal, and then Immortal warriors, has returned to walk the face of the earth, from her deep slumber through the recent ages of man.
Not to take up old memories, no, she had long since tired of that; but to perhaps, make anew. She Xentrie, has returned; pissed off, out for that metallic essence of blood, and bitter as ever.
