Post by Nightshadow on Jun 30, 2007 21:11:21 GMT -5
-General Info-
Name:Lena aka Nightshadow
Age:216 but loks about 24
Gender:Femme
Species:Werewolf
-Apperance-
Hair: Long, black, and always straight is the only way she wears her hair
Eyes: Grey like the sea after a storm
Height: about 5 foot 6 inches
Weight: 145 pounds
Build: Body of a slender goddess, but muscle has replaced her fat. She is strong but you wouldn't think if from looking at her curves
Pictures:
-Bio-
Personality: Lena has had a hard life and she shows it. She is wild and a natural killer. It doesn't take much to set her off but she has a furious patience at times mixed with a desire to do her job well and protect her master. She is loyal to a point but don't ever fuck with her
History: Lena was born to a slave family. Her mother was a servant of Lord Vincent's father and her father was a joint servant of the councl of three. He ran back and forth between the leader carrying letter at it was at Holmes castle that he met Lena's mother. Sadly they were both killed when she was six by a rouge slayer. She was raised by the werewolves of Holmes manner until she was given to Vincent as a birthday present. She was 17 at the time and she is his most loyal servant. At first he used fear to control her. He would beat her and rape her until she obeyed. Now she just accepts it as life and is always at his side
Roleplay Sample: Nightshadow got on her knees and looked up at her master. She gave a whine in the back of her throat as her grey eyes met his. She wanted his attention, his touch, his kisses. He so rarely kissed her anymore and she feared he no longer wanted her. If he was going to kill her she was willing to die, but she couldn't live without his kisses.
"My lord..." She whispered the words as she rubbed her cheek against his inner thigh. Damn the pants that kept her cheek from his bare skin. She lightly bit and tugged on the fabric as she took in his scent. He was the most wonderful smelling thing in the world. He smell of death and roses, something she could never forget. He had been her first, one of her few. He didn't like other men having her, but as of late he rarely cared.
Her hands snaked up his chest and under his shirt. What had she done so wrong? He just stood there coldly as her warm fingers brushed the skin over his beating heart. Was he hungry? Did he need to feed? She was always willing to let him drain her.
She pressed her naked body against him, her lips leaving little kisses on his neck. She nipped him lightly with her fangs and sighed as she took his hand in hers. She ran it down her side as she trembled. Even his unvolutary touch made her wild. A growl escaped her lips as she thought about why he was so cold to her tonite. Maybe it was the new girls. The ones with the silver collars. They were younger, and maybe just more attractive than she was. Maybe the council had goings on that were on his mind, but whatever it was she was there to please him until the end
Password (from rules):edited
Name:Lena aka Nightshadow
Age:216 but loks about 24
Gender:Femme
Species:Werewolf
-Apperance-
Hair: Long, black, and always straight is the only way she wears her hair
Eyes: Grey like the sea after a storm
Height: about 5 foot 6 inches
Weight: 145 pounds
Build: Body of a slender goddess, but muscle has replaced her fat. She is strong but you wouldn't think if from looking at her curves
Pictures:
-Bio-
Personality: Lena has had a hard life and she shows it. She is wild and a natural killer. It doesn't take much to set her off but she has a furious patience at times mixed with a desire to do her job well and protect her master. She is loyal to a point but don't ever fuck with her
History: Lena was born to a slave family. Her mother was a servant of Lord Vincent's father and her father was a joint servant of the councl of three. He ran back and forth between the leader carrying letter at it was at Holmes castle that he met Lena's mother. Sadly they were both killed when she was six by a rouge slayer. She was raised by the werewolves of Holmes manner until she was given to Vincent as a birthday present. She was 17 at the time and she is his most loyal servant. At first he used fear to control her. He would beat her and rape her until she obeyed. Now she just accepts it as life and is always at his side
Roleplay Sample: Nightshadow got on her knees and looked up at her master. She gave a whine in the back of her throat as her grey eyes met his. She wanted his attention, his touch, his kisses. He so rarely kissed her anymore and she feared he no longer wanted her. If he was going to kill her she was willing to die, but she couldn't live without his kisses.
"My lord..." She whispered the words as she rubbed her cheek against his inner thigh. Damn the pants that kept her cheek from his bare skin. She lightly bit and tugged on the fabric as she took in his scent. He was the most wonderful smelling thing in the world. He smell of death and roses, something she could never forget. He had been her first, one of her few. He didn't like other men having her, but as of late he rarely cared.
Her hands snaked up his chest and under his shirt. What had she done so wrong? He just stood there coldly as her warm fingers brushed the skin over his beating heart. Was he hungry? Did he need to feed? She was always willing to let him drain her.
She pressed her naked body against him, her lips leaving little kisses on his neck. She nipped him lightly with her fangs and sighed as she took his hand in hers. She ran it down her side as she trembled. Even his unvolutary touch made her wild. A growl escaped her lips as she thought about why he was so cold to her tonite. Maybe it was the new girls. The ones with the silver collars. They were younger, and maybe just more attractive than she was. Maybe the council had goings on that were on his mind, but whatever it was she was there to please him until the end
Password (from rules):edited
