Post by PRISCILLA on Feb 12, 2012 15:05:21 GMT -5
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SHE SAYS I'VE GOT THE BEST
beating heart in the world
SHE SAYS I'VE GOT THE BEST
beating heart in the world
HEY THERE, MY NAME IS Awesome
AND I'VE BEEN AROUND THIS PLANET Enough to make me dizzy
TIMES, BUT I'VE BEEN ROLE-PLAYING FOR A bunch YEARS.
THE OTHER CHARACTERS I PLAY HERE ARE LIST CHARACTERS
AND OH, WAIT, ONE LAST THING. THAT PHRASE IN THE RULES IS/CHEAT AND DIE;;!
AND I'VE BEEN AROUND THIS PLANET Enough to make me dizzy
TIMES, BUT I'VE BEEN ROLE-PLAYING FOR A bunch YEARS.
THE OTHER CHARACTERS I PLAY HERE ARE LIST CHARACTERS
AND OH, WAIT, ONE LAST THING. THAT PHRASE IN THE RULES IS
IT MAKES HER WANT TO TWIRL AROUND
until she hit’s the ground
until she hit’s the ground
NICKNAMES:
AGE: Eight hundred and thirty five
GENDER: Female
RACE: Cross breed (explained better in history)
CLASS: Teacher of: The arts of healing
PLAY BY: Pricsilla [/size][/ul]
I SWEAR TOGETHER WE'VE BEEN
here before but we never looked away
here before but we never looked away
HAIR: White
SKIN: Pale
BODY:Slender build but large size
UNUSUAL: Two horns, and a tail
OTHER FORM: Priscilla only has one form.
APPEARANCE: Despite her size for the most part Priscilla could be mistaken for a human, at least from afar. Priscilla stands roughly 16 feet tall in her natural form, so the point where a normal human male stands just shy of her waist, and she weighs somewhere between three and four hundred pounds. Her body is slender by nature, with long arms and legs at the ends of her hands and feet instead of finger nails there rest sharp and dangerous looking claws. A long white tail slips out between the folds of her dress when standing straight up the tail comes to rest on the ground for about 1/3 of it's actual length, her tail is thick with white fur.
The woman has eyes the color of ice, her eyes shimmer in the light like a brilliant rainbow of colors. Just above her eye brows two horns extend from the cross breeds forehead and point in opposite directions. She has a thin petite nose with a small tip, that match Priscilla's thin lips. Behind her soft lips lay a row of pearly white teeth, with four wicked fangs, not so different from a vampires. Long silky flowing snow white hair drops around Priscilla all the way down to her belly as it flows like a whirling snow storm when she moves. Priscilla has ghostly pale skin from living in a land of eternal winter for so long, and now it no longer has the ability to tan, if it ever did in the first place.
Priscilla's attire, or maybe her fur only she knows which of the two it truly is. Consists of snow white fur dress that comes down in waves, amazingly soft to the touch her long sweeping skirt comes down in several waves before settling down onto the ground. Beneath the skirt where it parts just a little in the center to reveal delicate looking bare feet. The sleeves of Priscilla's dress come down to her wrist, and fro her wrist to mid bicep it extends outwards giving her a sort of wing on each arm. Otherwise she wears a dark silver necklace that clings to her neck.
The only way Priscilla can even attempt to pass as a human is to reduce her size to roughly five and a half feet tall. She is unable to alter her appearance with magic nor have it altered in any way, even with her size reduced it is impossible for Priscilla to pass as a human up close.
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TWO SEATS INSIDE AN EMPTY ROOM
with one more night what’s left to lose
with one more night what’s left to lose
[/li][li]Flowers
[/li][li]Animal's
[/li][li]Friendly people
[/li][li]Healing others
[/li][li]Taking away other people's pain
[/li][li]The harp
[/li][li]Starry night sky
[/li][li]Books
[/li][li]Talking to new people
[/li][li]sweets
[/li][li]Board games
[/li][li]Singing
DISLIKES: [/li][li]Fire
[/li][li]Death
[/li][li]Cell phones
[/li][li]Computers
[/li][li]Alarm clocks
[/li][li]Technology
[/li][li]Zoo's
[/li][li]Hot sauce
[/li][li]Fast food
[/li][li]Cars
STRENGTHS: [/li][li]Healing
[/li][li]Herbalism
[/li][li]Speed
[/li][li]Magical resistance
[/li][li]Ice magic
[/li][li]Fighting with a pole arm
[/li][li]Invisibility
WEAKNESSES: [/li][li]Direct contact with fire, is not only her biggest weakness it breaks her invisibility ability.
[/li][li]Priscilla will never start a fight with the first strike, always allowing her opponent right until the last moment to back off
[/li][li]Technology, Priscilla has no experience with technology like guns, and such therefore they are easily used against her, to put the woman at a disadvantage.
SECRETS: The advances in technology frighten Priscilla, and she hides it with contempt.
Priscilla regards the painted world as her home, but she is terrified of being trapped there again.
OVERALL:Most people do not know what to think when it comes to the first impression of Priscilla. She speaks softly and gently though her words are often blunt and even considered harsh sometimes. When confronting people her large two handed scythe is almost always in her hands poised to strike. Despite her usual aggressive stance and cold words, the woman always seems to give the person the benefit of the doubt or the chance to end the conflict without violence of any sort.
In combat Priscilla is as ruthless as can be, like the fury of a winter storm once angered she will not cease with her attacks until her foe gives up or is dead. Preferring to fight aggressively she prefers to combine invisibility with relentless scythe attacks, only breaking to add powerful ice magic to the mix. Priscilla though fights aggressively she is far from reckless, willing to drop back and fight from a distance, or to size up her opponents from a distance. She is also not above healing her self in combat with her extensive arsenal of healing magic .
Outside of combat Priscilla enjoys tending to flowers, playing her harp and singing to her self. She has a soft spot for animals especially baby ones, her carefully frosted heart is often melted at the sight of a kitten of puppy and the only option from there is to cuddle the animal. Priscilla is fond of board games, card games and other such games of strategy and chance. Another thing Priscilla quite enjoys, though she can be considered bad at it, is meeting new people having been isolated for a long long time she enjoys expanding on her views and meeting people with different views.
Priscilla does have a kind heart at her core and never shy's away from helping someone in pain however she is able. To alleviate pain where ever it may be, however she is able. At night Priscilla can be found gazing longingly up at the starry night sky, she doesn't hate the day or the sun, but it makes her uncomfortable after living so long in an endless night.
After coming back to the modern world technology, cars and fast food things that make humans lives so convenient make Priscilla uncomfortable, the world has changed so much and she finds it disturbing. Though she treats it with contempt the truth is, it worries her and the path the world is going down will end badly of this she is sure. Zoo's are another thing of the modern world Priscilla quite despises, she loathes seeing animals locked up in cages for others amusement, and it reminds her of the way she was treated for being different.
In a summary Priscilla seems cold and distant, but that is just because she has had a hard life and is honestly, inept at social interactions, something she hopes to remedy in the coming years ahead. When something excites Priscilla she becomes a bit child like, eager and giddy it always seems to come as a surprise and quite the contrast from her normal persona.[/size][/li][/ul]
WE LAY WITH NOT A WORD TO SAY
alone we’ll wait ‘til something’s wrong
alone we’ll wait ‘til something’s wrong
FATHER: Seath the scaless [age 2000]
SIBLINGS: Nope
OTHER PEOPLE: Nope
HISTORY:Priscilla was born to the impossibly odd couple, of seath the scaleless dragon whom loathed him self and his own kind, and Guenivere the lady of the sun and healing, a literal demi goddess. Priscilla never met her father whom disappeared shortly after her conception, her mother loved her child, even though the rest of the world saw the new born as an abomination, even in the kingdom ruled over by Gwenivere.
As a child she had no place in the world, though the servants of Gwen gave the girl nothing but smiles and praise, she could see through the hearts and saw how they thought her. A blight on their sun goddess that they held in such high esteem, in truth her mother though caring and warm as the sun it`s self was busy and almost completely unable to spend time with the daughter with whom she loved so dear. The only friend the girl had was a small wooden doll which she clutched tightly to her at all times.
Priscilla did her best to follow her mothers example, the gifts inherited from her father were not much use to the girl, mastery of ice magic and invisibility. Her mother however had passed down a wealth of knowledge when it came to healing magic of all kinds, along with herbs and alchemy and so Priscilla tried to win over the people by aiding them as her mother did, however they were not so easily swayed, and rejected the child's attempts to gain the people's favor.
Her only escape was painting, and so she painted day and night away from the prying eyes of all, save the most loyal followers of the sun who became her guardians. The child painted a frozen landscape with a lonely degraded and forgotten castle at the top of a lonely island. Day by day she poured her heart into the painting, and it became a symbol of the despair the lonely child felt, as she was unable to shed any tears for fear of making her mother worry. As hard as she tried there was no way to reduce the isolation Priscilla faced as an abomination of the world.
The loneliness began to gnaw at the girl, through all of her best efforts it just began to eat up the child and as she clutched the doll she was drawn into the cold and lonely world. The painted world of Ariamis, a world where the sun never rose, and it always snowed, she was the only resident.. Priscilla found her self trapped in the world she had created from her lonely heart with no way out. She only had the doll she clutched as a small girl, and the scythe known as the soul hunter.. drawn to Priscilla`s lonely heart it had brought her world to life.1
With no way out of the world Priscilla was to steel her heart against a truly solitary existence when something happened. The soul of a lost creature found it`s way to the painted world and took shape..baffled by this as slowly over the years more and more cursed, or lonely souls were drawn to the painted world of Ariamis, they had no voices and knew little in intelligence but they were a kind people. Their bodies decrepit and withered Priscilla loved them with all of her heart and body, and they her.
Back in the real world time moved by mercilessly, saddened by her daughters departure from the world Gwenivere mourned for a long time before departing from the world. Leaving behind her most devout followers, who gave up their humanity to become the guardians of the painted world becoming undead eternal protectors of the world. The rest of Gwen's followers departed the castle of the sun and left into the world and slowly but surely they forgot the teachings of healing and the sun, and rumors began of a great power hidden within the castle, in a certain painting lay a being with immense power for the taking. The rumor spread far and wide over the years.
One by one the guardians of the painted world were slain, and as their numbers dwindled the amount of knights, adventurers and plunderer's grew and as the last guardian fell the painting they protected for so long lay helpless where it rested for so long in a forgotten castle. No one knew what to expect from the painting until they were drawn in by it's magic. Priscilla was unaware anything was awry until she found several of the residents slain in a mess of blood, surrounding the corpse of one of the 'brave knights' Struck down by the residents in a terrible battle.
Again and again they came over the years, slowly but surely the numbers of the painted world grew smaller and smaller as 'heros' fought their way through. Sometimes they would return from the painted world, quiet and changed, though more often then not they would be lost forever. Despite her skill, and power Priscilla couldn't be everywhere at once and so little by little she lost those she loved, and those whom loved her. After many years of this the painting became forgotten lost to the abandoned and condemned castle, however by then only Priscilla remained in the painted and forgotten world.
Again the abomination stood alone in a painful world, where tears and plea's would move no one. Not a single soul was drawn to the world again, nor would they ever Priscilla wouldn't lose anyone else. She stood alone in the sullen and empty world for many years, sometimes an echo of the real world would slip through. Some of the negative feelings in the real world were drawn to the painted world and took the shape of foul creatures.
Rarely maybe once every fifty to seventy five years a soul of a person killed in battle who felt truly lost and alone would be drawn to the world. Some would fall some would make it through the challenges and the monsters created by the negative feelings of the world, when they made it through they were met by Priscilla a hauntingly beautiful sight to some a monster to others, those who chose so were guided out of the painted world peacefully where they were allowed to rest, the rest fell to Priscilla's scythe when they attacked her.
Eventually modern day archeologist came across the forgotten castle of the sun, and the painting created more then eight hundred years prior. Still in new condition it was studied and examined, the artist unknown it was sold more then once, though it never stayed in one place to long. The lonely sorrow the slipped out of the painting caused it to trade hands, attracted by the beauty yet repelled by the lonely feeling the painting traveled the world to many places.
The painting was picked up by the head master of Akashibai Academy, the head master was amazed to discover an entirely hidden world, her could and lonely soul was drawn by the warmth of the head master and her brilliant energy after so many years the walls of the painted world had thinned just barely enough, Priscilla was pulled from her world to the real world for the first time in over seven hundred and fifty years. Both ladies were amazed and baffled, and it wasn’t long before they got to talking, Priscilla was new to the world lost to the changes since her departure so long ago needed a place of refuge. From the world while she learned of the world, and the head master was in need of a teacher to help her students. Priscilla was gifted with powerful and extensive knowledge of healing magic and herbs.
Placed as a teacher Priscilla has taken a careful step into a alien world, even now she sometimes retreats to the painted world of Ariamis, the cold and lonely world that is her only safe haven from a world that has changed so much. Yet despite it all she is bound to her painting still, every few days she is forced to retreat to the painted world, or risks unknown consequences and the chance that she could become stuck their again is far to much for the cross breed to stand.
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WITH FACES PRESSED AGAINST THE
wall lets show the world what we are about
wall lets show the world what we are about
NOTES: Priscilla is a mix between, a dragon, a demi god and human. She is mortal through and through, if she age’s or not no one knows because of the fact she is the only of her kind. Her breed allows her to use healing and ice magic quite effectively, she is fast and strong and lethal, she is resistant to magic altering affects, that change her body though she continually search's for a way to hide her form from the humans. As it stands this makes it impossible for her to pass as a human, the closest she can do is shrinking to the size of a human. Fire is a major weakness of hers, it doesn’t bother her to be near it but the touch of flame is quite damaging to the cross breed and disrupts a large portion of her magic. There is a lot about her self Priscilla doesn’t know
RP SAMPLE: The full moon hung in the sky as always sitting in the same place it had always been for centuries, the clouds were thick and grey illuminated by the over sized great white sphere. Between the clouds twinkling in the night sky, they carpeted the sky peeking through every gap that the blanket of clouds had, to show off their gem like shimmer. The snow fell lightly as it always did, and a gentle but cold breeze passed over the world causing the snow flakes to sway and dance an intricate ballet of twisting and turning weaving and gliding on their way to rest upon the earth.
Priscilla stood atop of a round platform that on one side over looked a drop that went to the endless darkness. The other stood a stone arch way, that was connected to a castle through a long stone walk way, the walk way it’s self was in terrible shape as it had always been, parts of it had given away and it was a treacherous walk almost always, coupled with snow and ice it became more of a trap then a walk way. The castle at the far end was large, it stood atop a floating island connected to nothing, on one side a graveyard filled with old and forgotten tombstones covered with snow and ice the markings to far worn to make out. There was a large round tower in the center of the old castle that spiraled up high in the sky, before it stopped short, having fallen in upon it’s self.
Everything was on this island, all around the floating island lay beautiful scenery that, wasn’t quite real. As if it were all a painting that would shatter at the though of hands, though because of the space between the island and the rest of the world there was no way to traverse the gap. The island hung in the air suspended by nothing, only adding to the empty feeling of loneliness that ate at whom ever was unfortunate to set foot in this cold and lonely world. Even more to add upon the aching feeling of despair that hung so thickly in the air, not a sound could be heard near and far save one the clacking and clanking of a suit of armor, coupled with the crunching of snow as four sets of feet crossed the dangerous walkway.
Priscilla stood to greet the four, she was a haunting sight to be hold, her pale fur illuminated by the giant moon, and the way the gentle wind billowed around her causing her to have a very ghostly appearance. Held in two hands across the mid section of her body she held a long and wicked scythe, behind her a tail could be seen resting on the ground. Her long white dress fluttered ever so lightly in the wind and her ice colored eyes watched these intruders as they marched towards her, ever so softly she spoke.Who art thou? One of us thou art not, if thou hast missteped into this world, then step off over there and return to whence thy came. If thou seekest I, thine desires shall be requited not[/i] Her voice was soft like the gentle wind but cold and hard like the bite of frost.
The group of four gave no response other then the unsheathing of weapons, axe, sword , cross bow and a book. Still Priscilla stood her ground unfazed by the aggressive stance taken by the humans, if was only after the lead man a knight covered head to toe in shiny metal armor, with a bright colored cape stood forward and swung his blade in a vertical arc to try and strike the towering woman that she disappeared from sight. Priscilla simply took a step backwards, and a gust of wind and snow kicked up furiously obscuring Priscilla completely in a wave of white, only to die out a moment later with no sign of the woman what so ever.
The group of brave hero's had come from a far away land seeking the power of the one known as the life hunter to save their home land from invaders. They wouldn’t back down no matter what. All was quiet far too quiet, until a cry rang out from the back of the group, the one who had a book the magic wielder of the party of adventurers fell to the ground with a thump, the large over sized robes that obscured any real detail of the person were torn at the back and the snow was stained a brilliant crimson, the wizard once a lively and talkative sort friendly to all and quick to help was no more in such a sort time and a single strike he..or perhaps even she had been sliced into two pieces from the back.
Shaken by the brutal slaying the largest of the group, a big man wrapped only in fur’s of animals wielding a massive two handed axe, known to be the most aggressive and quick to fight member of the group, he took a step back, then another and another. Without warning he turned to run and escape the wretched world of Ariamis, the knight barked at the man to stop but it was to late, the moment he turned away, a sickening slice sound out, and the large man’s head jerked straight up. A fountain of blood sprayed into the air, as if he were some sort of sadistically cruel water sprinkler. For a long and agonizing moment the large man so full of life and cheer, he stood looking up at the sky before falling forward to the ground he lay face down, as the light went out of his eyes and all the blood in his great body rushed to escape and meet the snow on the ground.
The knight the leader of the group a gallant man, in which the world was black and white good and bad, he was a skilled warrior and knew when to guard. There was a swish so very faint as a blade cut the air and his large metal shield was raised to meet the invisible blade, a clang of metal sounded out and echoed far and wide, as the knight stumbled back from the force of the blow, he thrust his sword forward meeting only air, and receiving a blow to his stomach. Blood surged onto the ground in globs from his wound as the knight slumped forward held off the ground by an invisible impalement before being tossed to the side, to lay there dying in his own blood, the honorable knight who fought for justice led here by desperation was no more.
The last one left, a woman with short brown hair, with a small hat and leather armor, clutched a cross bow. Falling to her knee’s in fear tears an down her eyes, friends of hers comrades in arms that worked with her for so long to save their beloved kingdom. She truly didn’t want to die! She was so young and had so much she anted to do! Please! Spare me! I’ll leave and never return! she pleaded desperately dropping her weapon placing her head to the ground to show she was no threat.The response was swift and cold.
Thou wouldst come to mine home and thou wouldst not heed mine words to leave this world unharmed. Thou wouldst surely return in time, more prepared to deal with mine self I apologize child of man, but whence thou raised thine weapons against mine body thine fate as sealed. [/i]The young woman was given no more chance to plead, before there was a swish and a thunk as a head was severed from the body with a thud she was still forever more. Priscilla appeared standing in the center of the carnage, her beautiful dress stained with blood and tears streaming down her pale delicate face. I beg thine forgiveness child of man, but I shall not forget thee, may thine soul rest in piece She knelt down next to the body it would be a gruesome task but one that she had done many times prior but the bodies would be disposed and placed to rest forever in the lonely painted world of Ariamis, and for a long time after words there was not a sound to be heard within the world, the cold and lonely world where the only living resident stood under the immense moon and the falling snow. An abomination who had no place in the world, and even in this world her presence caused only death, hers was a cursed existence. [/size]
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