Post by Angelique Caraynia on Sept 8, 2010 20:51:30 GMT -5
Angelique Caraynia
"And I know karma's gonna get me
Back from being so cold, like a big bad wolf
I'm born to be bad
And bad to the bone
If you fall for me
I'm only gonna tear you apart"
the basics,
»»character full name: Angelique Caraynia
»»age: 23
»»sexual orientation:heterosexual
»»Alignment: Dark
»»Position:Citizen
»»Magic: Elemental Wind
the appearance,
»»eyes: Red
»»markings:
»»height: 5'8"
»»weight: 128 lbs
»»general appearance: Angelique stands at a tall five foot eight inches. She has long slender legs that look even longer when she wears boots. She weighs only one hundred and twenty eight pounds. For her height that is a very small weight. Her stomach is flat and all of her muscles are well toned. She keeps her black hair cut short, as well as her bangs. Her eyes are a bright, fire engine red color that stand out against her pale skin. She has a proportionate body from top to bottom and back to front. There is a unique red tattoo in the middle of her back. Typically Angelique wears tight clothing, anything baggy and her clothes could get caught on things.
the personality,
»»likes: Knives, Cats, Hunting
»»dislikes: Lights, Cold Weather, Coffee
»»strengths: She is good at using knives, her father taught her all different ways to combat with them. Her best is throwing knives. Honest. She'll tell you exactly what she thinks about you and what's going on.
»»weaknesses: Small. Though she has some muscles, she could not compare to a man no matter what. Vain-She has too much pride in how she looks.
»»secrets:
»»general personality: Angie can be complicated at times. She is normally cruel and unresponsive with strangers. That is unless it's another dark elf of coarse. Though just because your an dark don't expect her to be nice. It's a harsh world, with war everywhere. She has no problem taking on one of her own if it means she will live longer. She has her moments when she can be nice, she has a special fondness for animals and children.
She prefers keeping to herself and not getting to close to others. She doesn't want to get close because she doesn't want to take care of anyone else. It's hard enough caring for herself in a world of war and chaos. She does NOT take shit from others and enjoys getting into fights.
the history,
»»mother: Jyss Caraynia(pronounced like Jess)
»»father: Amos Caraynia
»»siblings: none
»»others:
»»background: Born to Jyss and Amos Caraynia, Angelique was born into a world of war. Both of her parents were dark elves, so of course that's how she would turn out. From a very young age, Angelique had shown a great interest in knives. The sharp blades and the damage they could do fascinated her. As she grew though her mother would always make sure that she looked nice. She got her vanity from her mother. But her father would teach her to fight and protect herself. For years she was an only child, her parents tried over and over to have another child, but it didn’t seem to be happening.
At thirteen years old Angelique’s mother died of some strange disease, leaving her and her father alone. She continued training with her father, day in and day out. Since her father had never gotten the boy he wanted, he trained his daughter. She was a great student, obedient and willing to learn. Though Angelique always made sure that while training, she looked good. While fighting, she looked good. Her mother had at least taught her the things she needed to learn to be a woman. But no matter how good she looked, she was a fighter just like her father.
the player,
»»alias: Rachy
»»age: 22
»»contact: PM
»»rp sample:
Password: dawg
How did you find us?: Advertisement on Pinewood V. 2
"And I know karma's gonna get me
Back from being so cold, like a big bad wolf
I'm born to be bad
And bad to the bone
If you fall for me
I'm only gonna tear you apart"
the basics,
»»character full name: Angelique Caraynia
»»age: 23
»»sexual orientation:heterosexual
»»Alignment: Dark
»»Position:Citizen
»»Magic: Elemental Wind
the appearance,
»»eyes: Red
»»markings:
»»height: 5'8"
»»weight: 128 lbs
»»general appearance: Angelique stands at a tall five foot eight inches. She has long slender legs that look even longer when she wears boots. She weighs only one hundred and twenty eight pounds. For her height that is a very small weight. Her stomach is flat and all of her muscles are well toned. She keeps her black hair cut short, as well as her bangs. Her eyes are a bright, fire engine red color that stand out against her pale skin. She has a proportionate body from top to bottom and back to front. There is a unique red tattoo in the middle of her back. Typically Angelique wears tight clothing, anything baggy and her clothes could get caught on things.
the personality,
»»likes: Knives, Cats, Hunting
»»dislikes: Lights, Cold Weather, Coffee
»»strengths: She is good at using knives, her father taught her all different ways to combat with them. Her best is throwing knives. Honest. She'll tell you exactly what she thinks about you and what's going on.
»»weaknesses: Small. Though she has some muscles, she could not compare to a man no matter what. Vain-She has too much pride in how she looks.
»»secrets:
»»general personality: Angie can be complicated at times. She is normally cruel and unresponsive with strangers. That is unless it's another dark elf of coarse. Though just because your an dark don't expect her to be nice. It's a harsh world, with war everywhere. She has no problem taking on one of her own if it means she will live longer. She has her moments when she can be nice, she has a special fondness for animals and children.
She prefers keeping to herself and not getting to close to others. She doesn't want to get close because she doesn't want to take care of anyone else. It's hard enough caring for herself in a world of war and chaos. She does NOT take shit from others and enjoys getting into fights.
the history,
»»mother: Jyss Caraynia(pronounced like Jess)
»»father: Amos Caraynia
»»siblings: none
»»others:
»»background: Born to Jyss and Amos Caraynia, Angelique was born into a world of war. Both of her parents were dark elves, so of course that's how she would turn out. From a very young age, Angelique had shown a great interest in knives. The sharp blades and the damage they could do fascinated her. As she grew though her mother would always make sure that she looked nice. She got her vanity from her mother. But her father would teach her to fight and protect herself. For years she was an only child, her parents tried over and over to have another child, but it didn’t seem to be happening.
At thirteen years old Angelique’s mother died of some strange disease, leaving her and her father alone. She continued training with her father, day in and day out. Since her father had never gotten the boy he wanted, he trained his daughter. She was a great student, obedient and willing to learn. Though Angelique always made sure that while training, she looked good. While fighting, she looked good. Her mother had at least taught her the things she needed to learn to be a woman. But no matter how good she looked, she was a fighter just like her father.
the player,
»»alias: Rachy
»»age: 22
»»contact: PM
»»rp sample:
It had been a few days, and her life was as normal as ever. She was still going out every night, and waking up in a new place every morning. It's simply the type of person she was. Was she supposed to stop that and wait around to see if this one guy would find her? Of course not. Besides it was his own fault for not taking advantage of the situation when he had her that morning. She certainly wasn't going to punish herself for his mistake. Sure, she wanted him to find her and all but so far he hadn't. She was going to be upset about it or anything of the sort. That was just silly. Of course none of the men that she had been going home with could possibly compare to Chad. He was large, muscular, and a demon. Just not anywhere near as satisfying as she had imagined Chad might be. After having met him she was holding every other man to imaginable standards. She hadn't even been with the demon and yet she knew that every other man couldn't come close to him. It was one of the most frustrating things possible and it was beginning to ruin her fun. She only hoped that she might run into him soon.
Tonight she had decided would be most interesting if she went to Club 21. It had been quite some time since she had gone to the club in Eden. Angels weren't exactly her favorite of people, but she could deal with them. Most of them didn't even notice her because she was only a half breed. It made staying out of their radar rather easy, well except for the lustful stares she might get. But that wasn't threatening at all. In fact if anything it was rather endearing in a strange way. But even being only half demon there was no way in hell she would ever sleep with an angel. That was where she drew the lin. She had made sure to check the flyer on the computer to find out exactly what the theme was for tonight. The title of the theme made her laugh. She couldn't have picked a better night if she had tried. She was excited to find something to wear and see what kind of people she might find at the Club. Her idea for the night was probably the most ironic and she would at least get a kick out of it even if no one else understood her laughter.
Her longs legs had slid into a way too short white skirt, the material tight around her like a second skin. Her upper half was dressed in an equally tight gold shirt with a pair of fake wings strapped over her shoulders since she didn't have her own. Her feet were slipped into a pair of strapy white heels. A headband that held a halo above it was perched in her hair. Talk about funny? A demon dressed up as an angel, she couldn't think of anything better. The costume alone had pretty much made her night. As she stepped up to the door she flashed the bouncer a flirtatious smile and patted his chest. She walked past him and stepped into the heated club, feeling the music immediately pumping through her body. She took a deep breath and could feel all the angels and demons inside the building. Who could resist a night where they could let their wings be free without being known? She slipped through the crowd slowly, feeling heat radiating off every body she passed.
Her blue eyes had easily found what they had been searching for for days. A sly smirk spread over her lips and she slipped through the dancing crowd towards the tall demon. He towered over every other person in the club and it made him easy to spot. She took note of the funny fake tail hanging from his belt and couldn't hold back the laugh as she stopped behind him. Her eyes took him in completely admiring his wings from behind as well as his fir rear. She bit her lip and stepped up behind him, gently stroking a hand down his wing to get his attention. "Hey there handsome" she said in a coy tone. She knew touching his wings would possibly make him shiver, having seen it happen before.
Tonight she had decided would be most interesting if she went to Club 21. It had been quite some time since she had gone to the club in Eden. Angels weren't exactly her favorite of people, but she could deal with them. Most of them didn't even notice her because she was only a half breed. It made staying out of their radar rather easy, well except for the lustful stares she might get. But that wasn't threatening at all. In fact if anything it was rather endearing in a strange way. But even being only half demon there was no way in hell she would ever sleep with an angel. That was where she drew the lin. She had made sure to check the flyer on the computer to find out exactly what the theme was for tonight. The title of the theme made her laugh. She couldn't have picked a better night if she had tried. She was excited to find something to wear and see what kind of people she might find at the Club. Her idea for the night was probably the most ironic and she would at least get a kick out of it even if no one else understood her laughter.
Her longs legs had slid into a way too short white skirt, the material tight around her like a second skin. Her upper half was dressed in an equally tight gold shirt with a pair of fake wings strapped over her shoulders since she didn't have her own. Her feet were slipped into a pair of strapy white heels. A headband that held a halo above it was perched in her hair. Talk about funny? A demon dressed up as an angel, she couldn't think of anything better. The costume alone had pretty much made her night. As she stepped up to the door she flashed the bouncer a flirtatious smile and patted his chest. She walked past him and stepped into the heated club, feeling the music immediately pumping through her body. She took a deep breath and could feel all the angels and demons inside the building. Who could resist a night where they could let their wings be free without being known? She slipped through the crowd slowly, feeling heat radiating off every body she passed.
Her blue eyes had easily found what they had been searching for for days. A sly smirk spread over her lips and she slipped through the dancing crowd towards the tall demon. He towered over every other person in the club and it made him easy to spot. She took note of the funny fake tail hanging from his belt and couldn't hold back the laugh as she stopped behind him. Her eyes took him in completely admiring his wings from behind as well as his fir rear. She bit her lip and stepped up behind him, gently stroking a hand down his wing to get his attention. "Hey there handsome" she said in a coy tone. She knew touching his wings would possibly make him shiver, having seen it happen before.
Password: dawg
How did you find us?: Advertisement on Pinewood V. 2
