Post by Flower on Aug 26, 2007 10:54:56 GMT -8
.__{{T H E Writer
.Name. Just call me Cheshire Cat, Toxic, or Blizzard.
.Age. 17
.Activity. I'll probably be on at least four times a week
.Experience. About eight years
.Contact Info. If you need to contact me, just PM me, alright?
.__{{T H E Character
.Name. She's forgotten her real name, so she simply calls herself 'Flower'
.Nickname. Flower, Angel of Death, Hell's Beauty, That Scary Bitch
.Age. Let's see... she died when she was twenty, and she has been dead for about thirty years, and has just recently been brought back to life, so...she's about fifty years old, but still looks twenty.
.Birthday. May 23
.Race. Undead (Kind of like a zombie)
Allegiance: Neither. Flower is loyal to herself and only to herself.
Profession/Rank: Flower works for no one and does nothing but ambush helpless merchant caravans and slaughter them mercelessly. When she was alive, however, she was a sorceress.
.Hair. Before she was reincarnated, Flower's hair was long, golden-blonde, and curled beautifully, but, since she was brought back, it has long turned a pale lavender and straightened.
.Eyes. When she was alive, Flower's eyes were a beautiful blue-green. Now they are white, with no pupils, and they glow at night or when she's about to cast magic.
.Physical Description. When she was alive, Flower was beautiful. She had a thin form, lightly-tanned skin, beautiful golden hair, and soft turquoise eyes. Though she didn't come from a very rich family, her father wanted her to look beautiful, so, whenever he got a little extra money, he went out to the bazaar and bought her a beautiful violet dress with two chains, one holding the top together, the other more like a belt to keep the skirt part of the dress from falling. She kept that outfit in the best condition possible, only wearing it when something special was going on. When she died suddenly for unknown reasons, she was buried in the beautiful dress.
Now, her skin is pallid, with a blue tinge to it, making her look extremely scary. In certain places, her flesh has begun to rot away, revealing her bones or leaving disgusting-looking green patches on her skin. Her once golden curls have now turned a strange lavender, and her eyes have lost all color, making them appear white. She is still clothed in the violet dress, but parts of the dress have ripped or decomposed, making it seem more like a top and skirt now. Though she has no need to use weapons, since she has magic and two undead cats the size of lions at her disposal, she does carry around a dagger, usually just for cutting out the hearts of those whom she kills. Why she does that, though, is unknown, but she does it regardless.
.Picture. Flower and her two undead cats,Leaf and Root.
.Celebrity Portrayal. None, but Flower does resemble female undead off of WoW, and Leaf and Root do resemble the Cheshire Cat off of American McGee's Alice.
.__{{T H E Thoughts
.Likes.
Torturing people
The sound of people screaming in pain
The sight of blood
Darkness
Death
.Dislikes.
Light
Anything upbeat or happy
Humans
Daytime
Anything living
.Goals.
To kill as many people as possible before rotting away completely
To have people bowing down to her
To be known as a goddess of death and destruction
.Fears.
Not killing enough people before rotting away completely
To be forgotten when she disappears from the earth
.Personality. Flower doesn't live up to her name. She is anything but frail, weak, and quick to die. She is sadistic, violent, and loves nothing more than torturing someone, then crooning softly to them while healing their wounds, and then continuing the cycle until she feels that it's time to kill them. Even then, she doesn't do it slowly. She tortures them until they beg for death, then she finally brings their life to an end. After that, she usually cuts out their heart and either feeds it to one of her two undead cats, Leaf or Root, or makes them hold it in their hands.
Despite her sadistic nature, Flower tends to be a bit cowardly sometimes, especially when she's seriously outnumbered with people that can actually defend themselves. She is not sympathetic in any way, except for herself and her two cats. She doesn't believe in true love, especially because no one would ever love a rotting corpse. How she became so sadistic is something even she doesn't know.
.__{{T H E Fairytale
.Family.
.Father. Korrak Malron (Dead)
.Mother. Unknown (Presumed dead)
.Siblings. None (If she had any, they're dead now)
.History. Flower remembers nothing of her past life. But, when she was alive, she was the daughter of a blacksmith. She never knew her mother, but, according to her father, she was off somewhere far away. Whether that meant she was off traveling or was dead was beyond her. Even though her father was poor, he tried to take as good of care of her as he could, giving her little gifts whenever he could.
The one and only thing Flower remembers about her past was that she was a sorceress, and could use spells to either heal or harm. Because of that, she raided the village nearest her grave and took up all of the magic tomes and scrolls she could find, seeing if she could use each of them or not. With the ones she figured out she couldn't use, she killed helpless people, cut their heart out, stuffed the magic tome inside of the cavity where she removed their heart, replaced the skin, and wrapped their cold fingers around their dead hearts. After she did, she always made some kind of comment like 'It seems they have gotten a tad mixed up!' or 'Last time I checked, you couldn't cast a spell with your heart!'
Though she seemed wicked toward some, there are some cases where she had spared a mortal's life, one time being when she needed to know what was happening when she found the patches of rotting flesh growing. A necromancer, with whom she threatened with his life, told her that she was still slowly rotting away, and that she would gradually decompose completely, with no hope of being able to return to the living. With that thought in her unbeating heart, Flower spared the necromancer's life and decided that if she only had a certain amount of time to live, she would make sure to make the most of it, killing anyone and everyone that got in her way.
.__{{T H E End
.Role Play Sample.
"For the love of--NO!"
The cry of the helpless man rang out through the night as the two undead cats pulling the rotting wooden chariot stopped. The being inside the chariot, a woman, clothed in violet, with glowing white eyes and blue skin, stepped off, ran her hands over the two emaciated felines. "Now, what have we here?" she asked, her voice velvety. She approached the man, flexing her long, sharp-nailed fingers. All the merchant could do was scoot backwards, to try to avoid the haunting beauty's grasp. "L-leave me alone!" he choked out, staring at the woman.
The beautiful undead woman smiled viciously before squatting over the man and running her long nails across his face. "You certainly are beautiful..." she hissed, running her rotting tongue over yellowed teeth. She raised her hand and brought it down, tearing the flesh across the merchant's face. The cry of pain made a laugh of pure madness tear from the woman's throat. From then on, she began tearing his flesh slowly, using her nails to rend through his skin like butter. The vicious flaying of the man's skin continued on for what seemed like an eternity before the undead woman cradled the man in her arms and began singing softly to him, white magic closing all of his wounds.
"You...You're healing me?" the man choked, obviously shocked. "But...why?"
"Because I'm not nearly done with you..." was all the woman responded with, before tearing into his skin again. This time, she began slowly tearing the skin around his eyes, watching blood spill from the cuts and make him look as if he were crying blood. After another long period of time, she healed his wounds again, allowing the merchant a brief, blessed rest from the pain.
The vicious cycle continued for what seemed like five or six hours, before, finally, the woman drew a dagger from her dress. "Now, you will die..."
The man's eyes widened in terror. "No! I beg you, please! I have a wife and three children!"
"Oh? Well, I'll take care of them later..." the woman replied, raising the dagger over the man's aching heart.
"B-b-before I die, though, may I ask the name of my attacker?" the merchant asked, hoping that she would leave him alone if he asked.
"My name?" the woman asked. Truth be told, she hadn't thought of a name yet. She glanced around the forest, trying to think of a name. Pine? No. Spruce? No, not at all. Flower? Hmm... That'd work.
"I am simply called Flower. Be sure that, when you meet the devil, to tell him that..." With that, Flower plunged the dagger into the man's heart, silencing him forevermore.
.How did you find this site? My sister and her friend, Aloo and Freya, showed me the site.
.Name. Just call me Cheshire Cat, Toxic, or Blizzard.
.Age. 17
.Activity. I'll probably be on at least four times a week
.Experience. About eight years
.Contact Info. If you need to contact me, just PM me, alright?
.__{{T H E Character
.Name. She's forgotten her real name, so she simply calls herself 'Flower'
.Nickname. Flower, Angel of Death, Hell's Beauty, That Scary Bitch
.Age. Let's see... she died when she was twenty, and she has been dead for about thirty years, and has just recently been brought back to life, so...she's about fifty years old, but still looks twenty.
.Birthday. May 23
.Race. Undead (Kind of like a zombie)
Allegiance: Neither. Flower is loyal to herself and only to herself.
Profession/Rank: Flower works for no one and does nothing but ambush helpless merchant caravans and slaughter them mercelessly. When she was alive, however, she was a sorceress.
.Hair. Before she was reincarnated, Flower's hair was long, golden-blonde, and curled beautifully, but, since she was brought back, it has long turned a pale lavender and straightened.
.Eyes. When she was alive, Flower's eyes were a beautiful blue-green. Now they are white, with no pupils, and they glow at night or when she's about to cast magic.
.Physical Description. When she was alive, Flower was beautiful. She had a thin form, lightly-tanned skin, beautiful golden hair, and soft turquoise eyes. Though she didn't come from a very rich family, her father wanted her to look beautiful, so, whenever he got a little extra money, he went out to the bazaar and bought her a beautiful violet dress with two chains, one holding the top together, the other more like a belt to keep the skirt part of the dress from falling. She kept that outfit in the best condition possible, only wearing it when something special was going on. When she died suddenly for unknown reasons, she was buried in the beautiful dress.
Now, her skin is pallid, with a blue tinge to it, making her look extremely scary. In certain places, her flesh has begun to rot away, revealing her bones or leaving disgusting-looking green patches on her skin. Her once golden curls have now turned a strange lavender, and her eyes have lost all color, making them appear white. She is still clothed in the violet dress, but parts of the dress have ripped or decomposed, making it seem more like a top and skirt now. Though she has no need to use weapons, since she has magic and two undead cats the size of lions at her disposal, she does carry around a dagger, usually just for cutting out the hearts of those whom she kills. Why she does that, though, is unknown, but she does it regardless.
.Picture. Flower and her two undead cats,Leaf and Root.
.Celebrity Portrayal. None, but Flower does resemble female undead off of WoW, and Leaf and Root do resemble the Cheshire Cat off of American McGee's Alice.
.__{{T H E Thoughts
.Likes.
Torturing people
The sound of people screaming in pain
The sight of blood
Darkness
Death
.Dislikes.
Light
Anything upbeat or happy
Humans
Daytime
Anything living
.Goals.
To kill as many people as possible before rotting away completely
To have people bowing down to her
To be known as a goddess of death and destruction
.Fears.
Not killing enough people before rotting away completely
To be forgotten when she disappears from the earth
.Personality. Flower doesn't live up to her name. She is anything but frail, weak, and quick to die. She is sadistic, violent, and loves nothing more than torturing someone, then crooning softly to them while healing their wounds, and then continuing the cycle until she feels that it's time to kill them. Even then, she doesn't do it slowly. She tortures them until they beg for death, then she finally brings their life to an end. After that, she usually cuts out their heart and either feeds it to one of her two undead cats, Leaf or Root, or makes them hold it in their hands.
Despite her sadistic nature, Flower tends to be a bit cowardly sometimes, especially when she's seriously outnumbered with people that can actually defend themselves. She is not sympathetic in any way, except for herself and her two cats. She doesn't believe in true love, especially because no one would ever love a rotting corpse. How she became so sadistic is something even she doesn't know.
.__{{T H E Fairytale
.Family.
.Father. Korrak Malron (Dead)
.Mother. Unknown (Presumed dead)
.Siblings. None (If she had any, they're dead now)
.History. Flower remembers nothing of her past life. But, when she was alive, she was the daughter of a blacksmith. She never knew her mother, but, according to her father, she was off somewhere far away. Whether that meant she was off traveling or was dead was beyond her. Even though her father was poor, he tried to take as good of care of her as he could, giving her little gifts whenever he could.
The one and only thing Flower remembers about her past was that she was a sorceress, and could use spells to either heal or harm. Because of that, she raided the village nearest her grave and took up all of the magic tomes and scrolls she could find, seeing if she could use each of them or not. With the ones she figured out she couldn't use, she killed helpless people, cut their heart out, stuffed the magic tome inside of the cavity where she removed their heart, replaced the skin, and wrapped their cold fingers around their dead hearts. After she did, she always made some kind of comment like 'It seems they have gotten a tad mixed up!' or 'Last time I checked, you couldn't cast a spell with your heart!'
Though she seemed wicked toward some, there are some cases where she had spared a mortal's life, one time being when she needed to know what was happening when she found the patches of rotting flesh growing. A necromancer, with whom she threatened with his life, told her that she was still slowly rotting away, and that she would gradually decompose completely, with no hope of being able to return to the living. With that thought in her unbeating heart, Flower spared the necromancer's life and decided that if she only had a certain amount of time to live, she would make sure to make the most of it, killing anyone and everyone that got in her way.
.__{{T H E End
.Role Play Sample.
"For the love of--NO!"
The cry of the helpless man rang out through the night as the two undead cats pulling the rotting wooden chariot stopped. The being inside the chariot, a woman, clothed in violet, with glowing white eyes and blue skin, stepped off, ran her hands over the two emaciated felines. "Now, what have we here?" she asked, her voice velvety. She approached the man, flexing her long, sharp-nailed fingers. All the merchant could do was scoot backwards, to try to avoid the haunting beauty's grasp. "L-leave me alone!" he choked out, staring at the woman.
The beautiful undead woman smiled viciously before squatting over the man and running her long nails across his face. "You certainly are beautiful..." she hissed, running her rotting tongue over yellowed teeth. She raised her hand and brought it down, tearing the flesh across the merchant's face. The cry of pain made a laugh of pure madness tear from the woman's throat. From then on, she began tearing his flesh slowly, using her nails to rend through his skin like butter. The vicious flaying of the man's skin continued on for what seemed like an eternity before the undead woman cradled the man in her arms and began singing softly to him, white magic closing all of his wounds.
"You...You're healing me?" the man choked, obviously shocked. "But...why?"
"Because I'm not nearly done with you..." was all the woman responded with, before tearing into his skin again. This time, she began slowly tearing the skin around his eyes, watching blood spill from the cuts and make him look as if he were crying blood. After another long period of time, she healed his wounds again, allowing the merchant a brief, blessed rest from the pain.
The vicious cycle continued for what seemed like five or six hours, before, finally, the woman drew a dagger from her dress. "Now, you will die..."
The man's eyes widened in terror. "No! I beg you, please! I have a wife and three children!"
"Oh? Well, I'll take care of them later..." the woman replied, raising the dagger over the man's aching heart.
"B-b-before I die, though, may I ask the name of my attacker?" the merchant asked, hoping that she would leave him alone if he asked.
"My name?" the woman asked. Truth be told, she hadn't thought of a name yet. She glanced around the forest, trying to think of a name. Pine? No. Spruce? No, not at all. Flower? Hmm... That'd work.
"I am simply called Flower. Be sure that, when you meet the devil, to tell him that..." With that, Flower plunged the dagger into the man's heart, silencing him forevermore.
.How did you find this site? My sister and her friend, Aloo and Freya, showed me the site.
