Post by Vanity Weasley on Aug 28, 2006 12:28:08 GMT -5
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OoC Info::
Name/Alias: Ayesha
Neopets Usernames: xayesha, xmortxrougex, adieuxfinal
Sample Of Writing:
His pace was steady and unwavering, a casual swagger that suggested absolute power and confidence. The slightest clicking sound granted majesty to the step, created by a pair of fine riding boots, designed for equine activity and holding an eccentric appearance in a casual atmosphere.
The figure's entire demeanor was bizarre, though compelling in its own way-As earlier mentioned, suggesting-
No, demanding- the utmost respect and submission.
It slithered through shadows like the most devilish of pythons, testing the air for a victim... Though this serpent was not stalking a simple rodent, scratching at the earth for seeds, preoccupied by the search for sustenance.
It was searching for a wary, unnerved student.
The figure obviously couldn't be human-Its form suggested far too much dignity. It was a night bird through and through, a fanged beast of the moon and stars, fallen onto the landscape of the earth.
Or, that was how he thought of himself.
In truth, just another vampyr roaming the hallways, seeing to torment the mortals that bounded too and fro.
Another one from Soif de Sang, another pyromaniac with a moody and unpredictable air about him.
The only thing different about this particular vampyr was the ambition that crackled about him, like lightning charging throughout a storm cloud.
Deadly was this will to dominate, and confident was the vampyr that he would clear the path to becoming a great leader of Soif de Sang, an infamous vampyr nest in the city Nuiseyo.
Everything about him wanted it-down to his name.
Erik.
It carried the meaning “Powerful Ruler,” and gave the particular creature a full-headed idea that he would be great.
That nothing could stop him.
That he would be recorded in books of history and legend, revered as a lord over Soif de Sang which, under his reign, would rise to glory, taking control of all other nests in the city.
A young one's fantasy, they all believed, but he was determined to show them.
He would show them all, make them recoil in fury at their own stupidity as he held power over the whole of Nuiseyo and they stood in line for execution.
He figured that he was already a ruler, and that rulers had no time to be concerned about their appearance, but that their clothing must be up to standard. This created his eccentric image-The dark hair, flecked with dandruff, always in greasy tangles, and long, unconcealed scars tearing across his face.
But then he wore a tailored cloak, a long, beautiful garment that appeared to be woven itself from shadows and gently laid across his broad shoulders.
He kept his hands bare, so his immensely long fingers gleamed pale white in the indirect light of the corridors.
But his most intoxicating feature was undoubtedly his eyes.
They burned like golden flames deep inside his skull, and lit his irises with an eerie glow. It drew in, daring passerby to stare and look away at the same time. He was by no means attractive, and had never been in any type of relationship before.
He wasn't interested in one.
He continued his steady walk down the halls, ignoring passerby and keeping to himself.
"Someday..." he murmured, and walked on.
BiC Info::
Name: Morgan Thomas
Age/Year: Fourteen years old, in fourth year at Hogwarts
Blood: Pure wizard
Wand: Hippogriff feather, sixteen inches, birch
Personality: Morgan does birds. Hippogriffs, owls, raptors, sparrows, roadrunners, penguins… Anything with wings. He grew near a hippogriff herd, so he has developed a particular love for the creatures. He has quite a few owls, though his favorites are a nervous, mottled barn owl named Frenire and a tiny grey screech owl named Ashford. He visits them often in the Owlry. Being such an avian enthusiast, he has developed a dislike for humans, how awkward and cruel they can be. He pays extra attention in Transfiguration, in hope that he can one day become an animagius. He is quick-tempered and hasty around people, though he’ll sit with his owls for hours, feeding them crackers and stroking them, talking as if they reply to everything that he says.
Appearance: Morgan is generally seen walking around with his normal Ravenclaw robes, sometimes along with a thick glove used for falconing. He usually has either Frenire or Ashford on it. He also has dull brown hair, which is usually out of place and tangled, and shiny green eyes. His figure is lean, though not gaunt, and he is not muscular in any way, shape, or form.
Parents: Dean Thomas and Lavender Thomas
House: Ravenclaw
Grades: Average grades, pretty much; he is struggling in Astronomy and History of Magic, but is outstanding in Care of Magical Creatures and Transfiguration.
OoC Info::
Name/Alias: Ayesha
Neopets Usernames: xayesha, xmortxrougex, adieuxfinal
Sample Of Writing:
His pace was steady and unwavering, a casual swagger that suggested absolute power and confidence. The slightest clicking sound granted majesty to the step, created by a pair of fine riding boots, designed for equine activity and holding an eccentric appearance in a casual atmosphere.
The figure's entire demeanor was bizarre, though compelling in its own way-As earlier mentioned, suggesting-
No, demanding- the utmost respect and submission.
It slithered through shadows like the most devilish of pythons, testing the air for a victim... Though this serpent was not stalking a simple rodent, scratching at the earth for seeds, preoccupied by the search for sustenance.
It was searching for a wary, unnerved student.
The figure obviously couldn't be human-Its form suggested far too much dignity. It was a night bird through and through, a fanged beast of the moon and stars, fallen onto the landscape of the earth.
Or, that was how he thought of himself.
In truth, just another vampyr roaming the hallways, seeing to torment the mortals that bounded too and fro.
Another one from Soif de Sang, another pyromaniac with a moody and unpredictable air about him.
The only thing different about this particular vampyr was the ambition that crackled about him, like lightning charging throughout a storm cloud.
Deadly was this will to dominate, and confident was the vampyr that he would clear the path to becoming a great leader of Soif de Sang, an infamous vampyr nest in the city Nuiseyo.
Everything about him wanted it-down to his name.
Erik.
It carried the meaning “Powerful Ruler,” and gave the particular creature a full-headed idea that he would be great.
That nothing could stop him.
That he would be recorded in books of history and legend, revered as a lord over Soif de Sang which, under his reign, would rise to glory, taking control of all other nests in the city.
A young one's fantasy, they all believed, but he was determined to show them.
He would show them all, make them recoil in fury at their own stupidity as he held power over the whole of Nuiseyo and they stood in line for execution.
He figured that he was already a ruler, and that rulers had no time to be concerned about their appearance, but that their clothing must be up to standard. This created his eccentric image-The dark hair, flecked with dandruff, always in greasy tangles, and long, unconcealed scars tearing across his face.
But then he wore a tailored cloak, a long, beautiful garment that appeared to be woven itself from shadows and gently laid across his broad shoulders.
He kept his hands bare, so his immensely long fingers gleamed pale white in the indirect light of the corridors.
But his most intoxicating feature was undoubtedly his eyes.
They burned like golden flames deep inside his skull, and lit his irises with an eerie glow. It drew in, daring passerby to stare and look away at the same time. He was by no means attractive, and had never been in any type of relationship before.
He wasn't interested in one.
He continued his steady walk down the halls, ignoring passerby and keeping to himself.
"Someday..." he murmured, and walked on.
BiC Info::
Name: Morgan Thomas
Age/Year: Fourteen years old, in fourth year at Hogwarts
Blood: Pure wizard
Wand: Hippogriff feather, sixteen inches, birch
Personality: Morgan does birds. Hippogriffs, owls, raptors, sparrows, roadrunners, penguins… Anything with wings. He grew near a hippogriff herd, so he has developed a particular love for the creatures. He has quite a few owls, though his favorites are a nervous, mottled barn owl named Frenire and a tiny grey screech owl named Ashford. He visits them often in the Owlry. Being such an avian enthusiast, he has developed a dislike for humans, how awkward and cruel they can be. He pays extra attention in Transfiguration, in hope that he can one day become an animagius. He is quick-tempered and hasty around people, though he’ll sit with his owls for hours, feeding them crackers and stroking them, talking as if they reply to everything that he says.
Appearance: Morgan is generally seen walking around with his normal Ravenclaw robes, sometimes along with a thick glove used for falconing. He usually has either Frenire or Ashford on it. He also has dull brown hair, which is usually out of place and tangled, and shiny green eyes. His figure is lean, though not gaunt, and he is not muscular in any way, shape, or form.
Parents: Dean Thomas and Lavender Thomas
House: Ravenclaw
Grades: Average grades, pretty much; he is struggling in Astronomy and History of Magic, but is outstanding in Care of Magical Creatures and Transfiguration.