Post by Valkyrie Sherridan on Nov 3, 2009 19:27:19 GMT -7
Valkyrie
[/font] Pandora[/font] Sherridan[/SIZE][/i][/font]
Do you think they suffered
up on Gallow's Hill?
burn me and hang me
and I always will
tumble like a swine
victim of the fury
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You know the one thing you're fighting to hold[/font][/SIZE]
(your details)
so hello there the name's AMBER and i have been rocking it on this earth for TWENTY-FOUR.
i have been running with the vampires for TEN YEARS you might also
know me as NONE.
and this is one of my master pieces:
Pain and darkness ran through her veins as Narcissa prepared to seek out her Lord. She had a very important matter to discuss with him and now was as perfect time as any. Things were going swimmingly for her kind, now was the time to add her powers to the fold. It was truly an honor to have the title of Death Eater bestowed upon a pureblood and one that Narcissa knew she was ready for. Taking a moment to study her reflection in the mirror, the blonde woman straitened her hair and smoothed out invisible wrinkles in her dress. Never before had she dared to venture to see her master alone, always taking male chaperones with her.
Glancing a moment at her unadorned left arm she smiled at the decision she was about to make. Her initiation into Lord Voldemort's ranks had been a rather interesting transition. There were few females that were accepted, many did not have the stomach for this kind of pain or displayed the tenacity to learn. Her first mission had been her favorite so far and the only one she had been able to kill people in. Darkness swirled around the trees as a young girl of 22 approached a nearly abandoned house. Long blond hair hung in ringlets down her back as the girl skipped towards her destination. Wand tucked firmly in her sleeve along with a few choice implements of pain, Narcissa laughed softly to herself. Hidden somewhere inside the house was a blood traitor that was about the pay. Betraying the Dark Lord was the quickest way to a nasty end.
Giddy with joy that she had been chosen at merely an initiate level to extract revenge, she had set about her task. Charming her feet to move silently, Narcissa opened the door slowly and entered the house. Downstairs was completely vacant signifying that the target was some where upstairs. Step by step up the rickety and creaking steps she made her way, drawing out the suspense, her aim to frighten her target. There was a reason there were few females, most like Cleo here were prone to betray the Dark Lord when things got a bit too intense. Landing at the top of the stairs, Narcissa cast a quick glance around, the silence in the air deafening as she skipped towards each room. She was methodical in her approach as each room was thoroughly searched and her target finally located.
Cold and shaking the girl was trying to hide as best she could against the wall and her bed. Smirking from the doorway, Narcissa withdrew her wand and spun it in her hand a moment. She would not even give the girl the dignity of talking to her instead she set about her work. With a few flicks of her wand and several choice spells the blood traitor was hanging from the opposite wall. Approaching slowly, Narcissa started to remove the various implements from her sleeves. Placing each item on the bed for easy reach she set her wand down. Picking up a small plastic object that she discovered lying around the kitchen of this very house, she approached the girl slowly. "Scum like you deserve nothing more than to die a painful death and that is what your gift is going to be. Send your dear parents our best when you join them."
Swiftly extending her arm, Narcissa stabbed the girl with he spork in varying degrees. Stepping back to study her handy work she smiled in appreciation at the varying depths. Some were shallow and some took out chunks of skin which she flicked across the room. Growing bored of stabbing the screaming victim, Narcissa discarded the spork in favor something a bit more fun. Using her wand, she transfigured a metal pipe into a torch with fire and all. Rapidly she sat the fire against the girls skin burning patches here and there. After three hours of alternating torture methods Cleo finally gave out. When the last bit of breath passed from the girls broken and bleeding body, Narcissa swooped in with a special item. Picking up the grapefruit spoon she dug out each of the girls eyes before popping them into a jar. They would be a wonderful gift to her master, one she hoped he would appreciate. Using her wand she cast a quick Scorgify on herself before tossing the torch against the curtains, setting the house ablaze. Hurrying outside she fired off Mosmordre a signal of what had been accomplished before apparating home.
Picking the jar up after scrutinizing her look, Narcissa apparated to the gates of her Lord's house. Tapping the gate to signal her arrival she pushed through and approached the house. Entering she sought out her lord in his throne chambers. Dropping to one knee upon seeing him, she took out the jar and lifted it above her head for him to take. She dared not move from her spot until he gave her permission and so she waited for him to speak.
this rp sample has been used on various sites for the last three years. most recent are 300 Years of Silence look to gracie's charries, Pain Redefined look to nikole armanda dugan and soon to be valkyrie eira shannon.
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Will be the one thing you've got to let go[/font][/SIZE]
(the character)[/center]
full name: Valkyrie Pandora Sherridan
age: Looks 25, actual age is unknown.
height: 5'3
weight: 135 lbs
eye color: Blue
hair color: Blond
date of birth: November 7
hometown:
species: Vampire
ability: Scent Memorization and Tracking-one smell is enough that she can pinpoint her target anywhere in the world.
diet: Carnivore
blood status: Level B
playby: Emilie de Ravin
password [must read the rules]: ****edited by the admins, thanks for reading the rules
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And when you feel the wall cannot be burned
[/font][/SIZE](the quirks)[/center]
likes & dislikes: likes pain, torture, red roses, the smell of old books, darkness, blood, the chase, fast cars, dominance, chaos, norse mythology, scaring people, being infamous in certain circles.
dislikes blues, cold water, yellows, smell of spaghetti, dogs, cats, willing victims, using too much technology, people know knowing her, not being feared, flawed plans, failing, loosing sight of her target.
strengths & weaknesses: strengths tracking, scent recognition, causing terror, manipulation, conniving, knowledge of norse and viking mythology, knowledge of the layout of several top museums, vampirism
weaknesses conniving, distrusting, manipulative, greek, translating arabic and greek, smell of human blood, fragmented memories of her humanity
personality:
Pandora is the epitome of her name, chaos. She is a whirlwind of pain, degradation, masochism and other not so pleasant acts. Her whole existence seems to be tracking down her next meal and those that cross her and making them pay in the most painful way possible. Like both her names she is a force to be reckoned with, valkyries were the warrior goddesses of mythology and pandora controlled all the pain and evil in the world.
Like a coin that someone would flip to make a decision, there are two sides to her a side that is shown to her victims and a side that is shown to her friends. For those that have earned the status of victim she is not quick to end their suffering. The smell of blood human and demon alike seems to drive her into a lust of sorts. With one smell she has memorized the scent of her target and can pin point them anywhere in the world, and she uses this power without fear. No one can hide from her without powerful magics cloaking them. When her victim is in her grasp she takes great pleasure in using various forms of torture that she has acquired over the centuries. She takes a lot of pleasure in the pain of other especially when they deserve it.
The side that her friends see is that of a manipulative bitch who will stop at nothing to get what she wants. She is ruthless but she is also very loyal. While she does enjoy not always being evil, she finds that only a few of her select friends can see vulnerable and lonely woman behind the demonic mask. She has been known to laugh at times, a true real laugh that makes others around her surprised. She loves deeply those that have managed to form a bond with her and she would die to protect them, give up the hunt if it meant she got to spend more time with them.
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You're gonna die to try what can't be done
[/font][/SIZE](the history)[/center]
mother: Freya
father: Odin
siblings: Thor, Loki, Magni, Baldur, Tyr
other family: None that she wishes to remember
the history:
Millennia ago there were a set of very powerful beings, gods they were often called. Odin god of death and supreme ruler of the gods bore a daughter to the warrior Goddess Freya, one he named Valkyrie after his collector of souls. Even being gifted with the birth right she had, Val had always been special. Growing up she was entrusted in the care of her various siblings who each taught her about their history.
When the war broke out she was still so young that there was no one to take care of her. Her entire family was annihilated, all trace of him wiped out, leaving only enough information to form the myths that the future world would learn. It was during this war, this battle that she was changed. There was a vampire, several in the ranks of the enemies that were kept hidden. Secret weapons waiting to take out the gods, were loosed upon Asgard. Even Odin and all his mighty powers was no match for the demons that came swiftly.
One of the lieutenants, Cygnus, saw Val trying hard to run away. She wanted to get to safety, she was too young to fight. Cygnus always wanted a companion, someone that he could belong to. Snatching her up as she ran he rode off, back into the territory of the demons. It was here that he chained her up, tortured her for days trying to force her to renounce her norse claims and accept his dark gift. He was a good 300 years older than she was and though she was considered immortal already, Val did not want to become a demon.
After three years of torture she broke, at the age of 25 she was too young to understand that she was strong enough to hold out. At her acceptance, Cygnus blessed her with his dark gift. She took to the powers of vampire. She was inducted into his coven, taught their ways and forced to learn things she would have never dreamed. It was through this coven that she acquired her bloodlust, her thirst for pain and torture.
It was two hundred years before she got the courage to leave the coven, destroying Cygnus and fleeing to other parts of the world. Her name became legendary, as she left a trail of death and destruction in her wake. She promised herself that she would never join a coven and spent the next millennia as a nomad.
It wasn't until just recently that she realized she was alone. She was an ancient to those of her kind, someone that was as much a myth as the gods of her past. She is seeking out something, anything that can break down the walls around her.
