Post by Lust on Aug 24, 2010 20:54:14 GMT -5
Luxeria Terra Cupiditas (Lust)
" I'll tear you apart, trust me I know just the way; but I wonder, will I ever feel the same?
"
the basics,
»»character full name:Luxeria Terra Cupiditas (Luxeria is Latin for Lust and she goes by Lust)
»»age:This sort of thing (age) is of little importance to Lust, you could say she's lost track over the years.
»»sexual orientation:heterosexual
»»Alignment: dark
»»Position: A deadly sin
»»Magic:Being a sin Lust has the ability to pull on the heart strings of others and bring out the emotion of lust. She can also control the elements of fire and earth.
the appearance,
»»eyes: Normally they are a light blue-green but on those special occasions when she is extremely emotional (whether angry or immensely happy) her eyes go completely black.
»»markings:Her ears are pierced but that's about it. (In Lust's opinion tattoos mar the flesh of the beautiful.)
»»height: 5'4"
»»weight: 128 pounds
»»general appearance: Typically Lust can be found wearing anything dark in color that is tight and revealing. Her clothes, many of which, are made of silk, satin, and leather; though she does possess some shirts made from cotton. Framed by thick, black curls Lust has a delicate, ashen face; her features skillfully sculpted and proportional. Her almond shaped eyes are a deep blue-green, the color similar to a murky sea and are protected by thick, dark lashes. When angered or overly excited her entire eye turns as black as a raven’s feathers. Her body is curvy and she has a large bust; she is not thin but not heavy either-Lust falls somewhere in between. Lust stays away from the color white for it clashes terribly with her pallid skin.
the personality,
»»likes:
Men
Shopping (fashion)
Being right
»»dislikes:
Uptight/bitchy women
Dirt
Water
»»strengths:
Lust is actually quite intelligent as she has lived for quite some time; books have always been a silent companion of hers.
To keep her curvy figure Lust frequently works out and though she may not be physically strong she can run very fast.
»»weaknesses: Though she works out habitually Lust has never had a lot of physical strength and at times has had difficulty defending herself.
She has a debilitating fear of water, but she does not know why. It’s always just sort of been there, festering within her mind.
»»secrets: Despite her racy manners and nonchalant attitude, Lust actually has somewhat of a heart though truly she is evil.
Lavender will make Lust pause in her thoughts and if she is livid with you, it might just save your life.
»»general personality: Lust is usually a mellow, content woman who seeks pleasure in making others squirm in discomfort or even mad with bliss. She could be considered sadistic for at heart she is truly evil, but there are certain individuals or certain things (such as the aroma of lavender) that make her rethink her decisions. Never will Lust admit to being wrong, the very possibility is out of the question; she has too much confidence in herself to ever accept such a notion.
She has a deep interest in knowledge and often will search for an answer using whatever means possible to find the solution. There is a small fragment of her mind that is slightly poignant (this is often brought out by the scent of lavender or the sight of water). But she will push this side away and portray herself to be uncaring and calm. Sometimes she can act rather childish for she has a severe temper that is easily lit.
the history,
»»mother: Unknown (as though Lust actually cares)
»»father: Unknown
»»siblings: There are six others I believe
»»others: No
»»background: Lust can not remember much of her past, she only recalls a woman’s faint figure bending over her, a soft palm pressed against her cheeks as the scent of lavender filled the air. She assumes the woman to be her mother. She has no such recollections of a man so she surmises her father passed before her mother had given birth. There are a few select moments that Lust can remember of her childhood, but they are completely random and worthless; such as sitting in a field of flowers staring up towards the bright sky. As of who took care of her as she grew, an old widower named Thalion cared for her.
When she became old enough to look out for herself Lust left without a word of farewell or thanks. During this time period women were looked down upon so life was not always easy, though it never is. Often she was hired for random jobs as men were enticed by her looks. But Lust is far from perfect. While practicing her control over the element of fire she accidentally set a small forest ablaze; many wild animals and some people were caught in the flames and killed. Lust merely laughed the situation off but to this day she still has difficulty controlling fire. If forced to take a side Lust would mostly likely make alliances with the dark Elvin princess.
the player,
»»alias: Breezy (or Lust, whatever)
»»age: 16
»»contact: Feel free to PM me.
»»rp sample:
Password:~Admin Edit~
How did you find us?:
Dragon Riders A New Dawn
" I'll tear you apart, trust me I know just the way; but I wonder, will I ever feel the same?
"
the basics,
»»character full name:Luxeria Terra Cupiditas (Luxeria is Latin for Lust and she goes by Lust)
»»age:This sort of thing (age) is of little importance to Lust, you could say she's lost track over the years.
»»sexual orientation:heterosexual
»»Alignment: dark
»»Position: A deadly sin
»»Magic:Being a sin Lust has the ability to pull on the heart strings of others and bring out the emotion of lust. She can also control the elements of fire and earth.
the appearance,
»»eyes: Normally they are a light blue-green but on those special occasions when she is extremely emotional (whether angry or immensely happy) her eyes go completely black.
»»markings:Her ears are pierced but that's about it. (In Lust's opinion tattoos mar the flesh of the beautiful.)
»»height: 5'4"
»»weight: 128 pounds
»»general appearance: Typically Lust can be found wearing anything dark in color that is tight and revealing. Her clothes, many of which, are made of silk, satin, and leather; though she does possess some shirts made from cotton. Framed by thick, black curls Lust has a delicate, ashen face; her features skillfully sculpted and proportional. Her almond shaped eyes are a deep blue-green, the color similar to a murky sea and are protected by thick, dark lashes. When angered or overly excited her entire eye turns as black as a raven’s feathers. Her body is curvy and she has a large bust; she is not thin but not heavy either-Lust falls somewhere in between. Lust stays away from the color white for it clashes terribly with her pallid skin.
the personality,
»»likes:
Men
Shopping (fashion)
Being right
»»dislikes:
Uptight/bitchy women
Dirt
Water
»»strengths:
Lust is actually quite intelligent as she has lived for quite some time; books have always been a silent companion of hers.
To keep her curvy figure Lust frequently works out and though she may not be physically strong she can run very fast.
»»weaknesses: Though she works out habitually Lust has never had a lot of physical strength and at times has had difficulty defending herself.
She has a debilitating fear of water, but she does not know why. It’s always just sort of been there, festering within her mind.
»»secrets: Despite her racy manners and nonchalant attitude, Lust actually has somewhat of a heart though truly she is evil.
Lavender will make Lust pause in her thoughts and if she is livid with you, it might just save your life.
»»general personality: Lust is usually a mellow, content woman who seeks pleasure in making others squirm in discomfort or even mad with bliss. She could be considered sadistic for at heart she is truly evil, but there are certain individuals or certain things (such as the aroma of lavender) that make her rethink her decisions. Never will Lust admit to being wrong, the very possibility is out of the question; she has too much confidence in herself to ever accept such a notion.
She has a deep interest in knowledge and often will search for an answer using whatever means possible to find the solution. There is a small fragment of her mind that is slightly poignant (this is often brought out by the scent of lavender or the sight of water). But she will push this side away and portray herself to be uncaring and calm. Sometimes she can act rather childish for she has a severe temper that is easily lit.
the history,
»»mother: Unknown (as though Lust actually cares)
»»father: Unknown
»»siblings: There are six others I believe
»»others: No
»»background: Lust can not remember much of her past, she only recalls a woman’s faint figure bending over her, a soft palm pressed against her cheeks as the scent of lavender filled the air. She assumes the woman to be her mother. She has no such recollections of a man so she surmises her father passed before her mother had given birth. There are a few select moments that Lust can remember of her childhood, but they are completely random and worthless; such as sitting in a field of flowers staring up towards the bright sky. As of who took care of her as she grew, an old widower named Thalion cared for her.
When she became old enough to look out for herself Lust left without a word of farewell or thanks. During this time period women were looked down upon so life was not always easy, though it never is. Often she was hired for random jobs as men were enticed by her looks. But Lust is far from perfect. While practicing her control over the element of fire she accidentally set a small forest ablaze; many wild animals and some people were caught in the flames and killed. Lust merely laughed the situation off but to this day she still has difficulty controlling fire. If forced to take a side Lust would mostly likely make alliances with the dark Elvin princess.
the player,
»»alias: Breezy (or Lust, whatever)
»»age: 16
»»contact: Feel free to PM me.
»»rp sample:
Thick smog hung eerily in the air and Gwethana found herself continuously inhaling deeply as though she could not get enough of the vital oxygen. Every now and again she choked; placing a delicate hand to her chest; but after a few hours of residing in the village her lungs grew accustomed to the poor quality of air. As she sat near a cot tainted with the crimson blood of a soldier, she stared into his eyes that were glazed over with pain.
“You shall live.” Gwethana told him impassively as though it mattered little to her whether he survived or not. Beside her a potion brewed, the steam emitted from it filled the air with a sweet aroma. The wounded soldier merely grunted though the feeble action proved to be dim-witted as blood trickled down the corner of his mouth. Reaching deep within the pocket of her cloak Gwethana grasped a white handkerchief and gently dabbed at the blood.
“Save your strength for the remedy is almost ready and it would be a shame if you died, all my tedious labor would have been wasted.” Though it was evident he would live his wounds were severe and he had been near death. “Consider yourself lucky, not many people are given the chance to cheat death.” Her tone had become icy as she had no sympathy for her patient. He, and the many other injured soldiers, had been the reason why she had been forced out into the pathetic town away from her home within the castle where she could practice her magic in peace. Despite that the town resided in Samarid, it was on the border so Sanglant soldiers also occupied the village.
Smoothing out the creases on her simple cerulean dress that was made of strong material for it was part of her traveling attire, Gwethana sighed impatiently wanting nothing more then to be at home near a warm, crackling fire. The seconds trickled by gradually until finally Gwethana stood and grasped a ladle and a vial. Dipping the ladle into the cauldron she scooped out the hot liquid and gingerly poured it into the vial, taking extra care not to spill any of the healing solution. It was thick and a sickly green color but it would mend his wounds.
Placing the vial to the man’s chapped lips she tilted it upwards allowing the thick liquid to drizzle slowly down his throat. The soldier grimaced at the putrid taste of the medicine yet concentration warped his features as he forced himself to fully consume the substance. Afterward Gwethana placed the glass vial aside and pulled her cloak tighter around her slim body, “Stay here and rest while I go for a walk. For your own health I do not suggest that you move about much.”
With those words she spun around on her heel and pushed the flaps of the tent aside and marched out into the village, scowling up towards the overcast sky. The locals cast her fearful glances but said little to her. Most of the people who resided in the town were soldiers so none dared speak out against her. A light rumble in her stomach alerted Gwethana to the hunger that had been building up within her over the past few hours. Craning her neck to the side Gwethana noticed a small fruit stand and hastily made her way over, pushing a small boy out of her way.
“You shall live.” Gwethana told him impassively as though it mattered little to her whether he survived or not. Beside her a potion brewed, the steam emitted from it filled the air with a sweet aroma. The wounded soldier merely grunted though the feeble action proved to be dim-witted as blood trickled down the corner of his mouth. Reaching deep within the pocket of her cloak Gwethana grasped a white handkerchief and gently dabbed at the blood.
“Save your strength for the remedy is almost ready and it would be a shame if you died, all my tedious labor would have been wasted.” Though it was evident he would live his wounds were severe and he had been near death. “Consider yourself lucky, not many people are given the chance to cheat death.” Her tone had become icy as she had no sympathy for her patient. He, and the many other injured soldiers, had been the reason why she had been forced out into the pathetic town away from her home within the castle where she could practice her magic in peace. Despite that the town resided in Samarid, it was on the border so Sanglant soldiers also occupied the village.
Smoothing out the creases on her simple cerulean dress that was made of strong material for it was part of her traveling attire, Gwethana sighed impatiently wanting nothing more then to be at home near a warm, crackling fire. The seconds trickled by gradually until finally Gwethana stood and grasped a ladle and a vial. Dipping the ladle into the cauldron she scooped out the hot liquid and gingerly poured it into the vial, taking extra care not to spill any of the healing solution. It was thick and a sickly green color but it would mend his wounds.
Placing the vial to the man’s chapped lips she tilted it upwards allowing the thick liquid to drizzle slowly down his throat. The soldier grimaced at the putrid taste of the medicine yet concentration warped his features as he forced himself to fully consume the substance. Afterward Gwethana placed the glass vial aside and pulled her cloak tighter around her slim body, “Stay here and rest while I go for a walk. For your own health I do not suggest that you move about much.”
With those words she spun around on her heel and pushed the flaps of the tent aside and marched out into the village, scowling up towards the overcast sky. The locals cast her fearful glances but said little to her. Most of the people who resided in the town were soldiers so none dared speak out against her. A light rumble in her stomach alerted Gwethana to the hunger that had been building up within her over the past few hours. Craning her neck to the side Gwethana noticed a small fruit stand and hastily made her way over, pushing a small boy out of her way.
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How did you find us?:
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