Post by Vεvillα™ on Nov 18, 2008 0:23:54 GMT -5
Vevilla Bell Grey
Age:
Sixteen
Gender:
Female
Orientation:
Straight
Guild:
Shapeshift Form:
Dhole
For her animal form, she looks not like the normal Dhole. Her pelt is a deep chrome black color, deepening in color and also lightning as you overlook her. The tip of her plume is a light faded red-purple which ends a little before the tip. Her tail itself is softer then almost any other creature alive. Plush and thick it is extremely well taken care of. Her legs are slim, her paws being slightly small, like a foxes. Her back curves slightly low, being of her small impish size. The hackles on her neck seem to be dipped in the same red-purple like her plume. Vevilla’s auds are direct and upright most of the time, her soft pinky color showing against her dark pelt. On each aud she has three silver circle earrings. Bangs swiftly flow over her right orb. The orbs themselves are the strange silver purple from her human appearance. Her nose and some outlines on her form are also like the deep red-purple that seems to be scattered across her body.
Appearance:
Vevilla looks like an unknown creature from a make believe book. Her skin is as pale with the slight shimmer of golden tan. Her hair is a jet black color, with a shimmer of grey/silver. She has never dyed it, and never plans too. It reaches her to her lower back, and isn’t kept in a pony tail and such. Vevilla has strange purple eyes. They most are an extremely rare color that she was uncommonly born with. Her body is slim, not looking like she has any muscle. That statement is wrong though. She has some, not as much as others. Most of it is in her arms and legs since she did some martial arts and learned to fight from an excellent teacher who she never knew the name of. She has many scars on her body. They are from the many fights she has been in; and are covered most of the time. As for her shape shifting symbol, she had the symbol for ice. This being said you could tell that she is cold at the touch.
As for wardrobe, she doesn’t have much that counts for fashionable reasons. She doesn’t like the trends of the modern day so she sticks to what she has. All her clothing even her evening/formal wear is fitting but gives enough movement to fight it. First, she own a purple like connected top and skirt. The skirt is now mostly ripped apart from everything she has used it for. Her sleeves are long and tattered. She wears a pair of purple old style combat boots, made from dyed leathery cloth. Vevilla also has a necklace, a purple choker, with a rare purple gem in the middle of the band.
If she is in a modern day city, she usually is seen in a pair of tight black skinny jeans. They show off her semi muscular legs. She’s seen wearing a tee-shirt, a black and deep purple checkered front. That has a giant purple raindrop on it as a design. With her jeans she wears a studded belt, with another over it. She wears arm bands with the usual necklace.
For her formal evening wear, she has a female-warrior kimono. She wears a long sleeved under garment which remains under her main kimono piece. On the sleeves of the under garment, are red ribbon like details. The red of the ribbons match the red of the main kimono. The red black with gold embroidery kimono overtop is crossed over her chest, lying over the under garment nicely and comfortably. For her mid section the kimono is broken by a long red sash, covering the beginning of the skirt. The skirt itself is black with the same gold embroidery. The gold makes a crest on the front of the skirt for people to see. With this kimono her purple chocker is covered by the under garment. She has cloth wrapped tightly around her wrists, making it so she can also fight in this outfit.
[more outfits are common but if I don’t say then I’m in one of those three.]
Personality: Character's personality. Please type at least one paragraph.
Vevilla is one of those strange people you just don’t want to mess with. Before she was aware of her gift, Vevilla was a happy go lucky kid, until the world finally hit her, draining her of her innocence. Now being a shifter and all, she has lost the friendly side of her. She shows no mercy, no compassion for anyone. She was never shown respect, so it takes a while for someone to earn it in her eyes. Always feeling alone, she’s become isolate like she was in her past years. She doesn’t want friends, afraid the military might take them away from her like they did to her make-shift family. Now she is cold, a heartless killer you might say, with a personality to match. She is also shy, and is very careful not to mess up now.
History:
When Vevilla was a young child she didn’t know of what she really was. Both her parents were dead by the time she was two, and she was taken in by her dear Aunt. When she found out about her gift, she showed it to her closest friend not knowing the future outcome. The night she showed her friend, her Aunt was taken by the Military came in from playing in the forest. This was the first attack on Vevilla. They killed her aunt, and Vevilla took off running. As she ran, they followed.
Through the years she had been taught martial arts, meditation, and finally skillful sword training. Her mentor taught her what he could, not everything. He mentioned one time that she could never be as strong as him, this angering her, she left him. Leaving was one of the worst things that she’s had to do. It took her a long time to return to her childhood home. When she finally reached it, she was taken in by a family which later regretted the mistake they had taken in.
The family was ‘accidently’ killed by some drunken soldiers looking for Vevilla. She had sense the emotions of the men coming, and she left swiftly before they were even close to coming near the home. Vevilla watched from the windows, the family that took her in was killed, like being butchered by some soldiers looking for a strange girl who wasn’t even there anymore. As they left, Vevilla murdered them one by one, with swift and graceful moves. As she finished, she left one. Only one. To deliver a message to the military saying she would hunt them down if they ever hurt someone she cared about again.
Now she has been wondering aimlessly, for many years. She still to this day blames herself for the death of the family. She murders those who call her useless like her mentor once did. As she continues to wander, she fell upon this city. Curious she stays here, at this very moment in the city. She’s been thinking of joining the Thieves but who knows.
Sample:
;;A small form laid on top of a clock tower. Her name was like a love sick melody, Vevilla Grey. As she laid there, her optics fluttered as she pulled a hand to her mouth. She yawned lightly into her hand then moved her hand back on top of her stomach. These were the best nights. Clear and calm, the city’s lights not interfering with her gaze apon the night sky. A she continued to watch, a small pitter patter of paws were coming closer to her. Caya, her faithful companion, slumped into a heap next to Vevilla’s messenger bag. Vevilla moved, sitting upright, her hand now gently tracing Caya’s spine. She sighed lightly, the night had only began.
Vevilla then remembered jumping from spot on the clock tower, Caya right behind her as she left her things there. Though the girl’s formed had changed into a small almost fox like creature. A Dhole. Her auds twitched as she landed on someone’s roof. The two of them slunk along, careful not to get caught or fall. Vevilla’s plume danced quietly behind her as she hopped of the last roof, making away to the market. Caya pulled up behind Vevilla and grumbled lightly. Vevilla’s auds perked up as she heard foot-steps coming towards her. She and Caya ducked behind some crates, finding shelter and also some food. Caya started to eat while Vevilla didn’t. She listened to the man, nothing of true interest until she heard of two groups of shifters. Theifs and Assassians. She started liking this town more and more.
Later on, after the man had left with the other, Vevilla and Caya moved back to the clock tower. She sat on top for a little longer until she finally started to feel tired. She climbed down from atop it and went to find somewhere to sleep. She stumbled across one finally. Before lone, Vevilla’s form laid on the terra over looking the skys again as she drifted off to sleep with her companion at her side. With everything that was going on…she hoped she would be there for a good long while…but she hoped no one would die thanks to her this time.-
Other:
Vevilla can talk to her companion Caya. Caya is a almost completely black German shepherd, with only her paws being a light tan color. She has a spiked black dog collar and carries her leash in her mouth, being trained like that. Vevilla found her when she was a pup, so the two are extremely close. [Note Caya is almost ALWAYS with Vevilla]
Other then that…nope I love the forum :]
Age:
Sixteen
Gender:
Female
Orientation:
Straight
Guild:
Shapeshift Form:
Dhole
For her animal form, she looks not like the normal Dhole. Her pelt is a deep chrome black color, deepening in color and also lightning as you overlook her. The tip of her plume is a light faded red-purple which ends a little before the tip. Her tail itself is softer then almost any other creature alive. Plush and thick it is extremely well taken care of. Her legs are slim, her paws being slightly small, like a foxes. Her back curves slightly low, being of her small impish size. The hackles on her neck seem to be dipped in the same red-purple like her plume. Vevilla’s auds are direct and upright most of the time, her soft pinky color showing against her dark pelt. On each aud she has three silver circle earrings. Bangs swiftly flow over her right orb. The orbs themselves are the strange silver purple from her human appearance. Her nose and some outlines on her form are also like the deep red-purple that seems to be scattered across her body.
Appearance:
Vevilla looks like an unknown creature from a make believe book. Her skin is as pale with the slight shimmer of golden tan. Her hair is a jet black color, with a shimmer of grey/silver. She has never dyed it, and never plans too. It reaches her to her lower back, and isn’t kept in a pony tail and such. Vevilla has strange purple eyes. They most are an extremely rare color that she was uncommonly born with. Her body is slim, not looking like she has any muscle. That statement is wrong though. She has some, not as much as others. Most of it is in her arms and legs since she did some martial arts and learned to fight from an excellent teacher who she never knew the name of. She has many scars on her body. They are from the many fights she has been in; and are covered most of the time. As for her shape shifting symbol, she had the symbol for ice. This being said you could tell that she is cold at the touch.
As for wardrobe, she doesn’t have much that counts for fashionable reasons. She doesn’t like the trends of the modern day so she sticks to what she has. All her clothing even her evening/formal wear is fitting but gives enough movement to fight it. First, she own a purple like connected top and skirt. The skirt is now mostly ripped apart from everything she has used it for. Her sleeves are long and tattered. She wears a pair of purple old style combat boots, made from dyed leathery cloth. Vevilla also has a necklace, a purple choker, with a rare purple gem in the middle of the band.
If she is in a modern day city, she usually is seen in a pair of tight black skinny jeans. They show off her semi muscular legs. She’s seen wearing a tee-shirt, a black and deep purple checkered front. That has a giant purple raindrop on it as a design. With her jeans she wears a studded belt, with another over it. She wears arm bands with the usual necklace.
For her formal evening wear, she has a female-warrior kimono. She wears a long sleeved under garment which remains under her main kimono piece. On the sleeves of the under garment, are red ribbon like details. The red of the ribbons match the red of the main kimono. The red black with gold embroidery kimono overtop is crossed over her chest, lying over the under garment nicely and comfortably. For her mid section the kimono is broken by a long red sash, covering the beginning of the skirt. The skirt itself is black with the same gold embroidery. The gold makes a crest on the front of the skirt for people to see. With this kimono her purple chocker is covered by the under garment. She has cloth wrapped tightly around her wrists, making it so she can also fight in this outfit.
[more outfits are common but if I don’t say then I’m in one of those three.]
Personality: Character's personality. Please type at least one paragraph.
Vevilla is one of those strange people you just don’t want to mess with. Before she was aware of her gift, Vevilla was a happy go lucky kid, until the world finally hit her, draining her of her innocence. Now being a shifter and all, she has lost the friendly side of her. She shows no mercy, no compassion for anyone. She was never shown respect, so it takes a while for someone to earn it in her eyes. Always feeling alone, she’s become isolate like she was in her past years. She doesn’t want friends, afraid the military might take them away from her like they did to her make-shift family. Now she is cold, a heartless killer you might say, with a personality to match. She is also shy, and is very careful not to mess up now.
History:
When Vevilla was a young child she didn’t know of what she really was. Both her parents were dead by the time she was two, and she was taken in by her dear Aunt. When she found out about her gift, she showed it to her closest friend not knowing the future outcome. The night she showed her friend, her Aunt was taken by the Military came in from playing in the forest. This was the first attack on Vevilla. They killed her aunt, and Vevilla took off running. As she ran, they followed.
Through the years she had been taught martial arts, meditation, and finally skillful sword training. Her mentor taught her what he could, not everything. He mentioned one time that she could never be as strong as him, this angering her, she left him. Leaving was one of the worst things that she’s had to do. It took her a long time to return to her childhood home. When she finally reached it, she was taken in by a family which later regretted the mistake they had taken in.
The family was ‘accidently’ killed by some drunken soldiers looking for Vevilla. She had sense the emotions of the men coming, and she left swiftly before they were even close to coming near the home. Vevilla watched from the windows, the family that took her in was killed, like being butchered by some soldiers looking for a strange girl who wasn’t even there anymore. As they left, Vevilla murdered them one by one, with swift and graceful moves. As she finished, she left one. Only one. To deliver a message to the military saying she would hunt them down if they ever hurt someone she cared about again.
Now she has been wondering aimlessly, for many years. She still to this day blames herself for the death of the family. She murders those who call her useless like her mentor once did. As she continues to wander, she fell upon this city. Curious she stays here, at this very moment in the city. She’s been thinking of joining the Thieves but who knows.
Sample:
;;A small form laid on top of a clock tower. Her name was like a love sick melody, Vevilla Grey. As she laid there, her optics fluttered as she pulled a hand to her mouth. She yawned lightly into her hand then moved her hand back on top of her stomach. These were the best nights. Clear and calm, the city’s lights not interfering with her gaze apon the night sky. A she continued to watch, a small pitter patter of paws were coming closer to her. Caya, her faithful companion, slumped into a heap next to Vevilla’s messenger bag. Vevilla moved, sitting upright, her hand now gently tracing Caya’s spine. She sighed lightly, the night had only began.
Vevilla then remembered jumping from spot on the clock tower, Caya right behind her as she left her things there. Though the girl’s formed had changed into a small almost fox like creature. A Dhole. Her auds twitched as she landed on someone’s roof. The two of them slunk along, careful not to get caught or fall. Vevilla’s plume danced quietly behind her as she hopped of the last roof, making away to the market. Caya pulled up behind Vevilla and grumbled lightly. Vevilla’s auds perked up as she heard foot-steps coming towards her. She and Caya ducked behind some crates, finding shelter and also some food. Caya started to eat while Vevilla didn’t. She listened to the man, nothing of true interest until she heard of two groups of shifters. Theifs and Assassians. She started liking this town more and more.
Later on, after the man had left with the other, Vevilla and Caya moved back to the clock tower. She sat on top for a little longer until she finally started to feel tired. She climbed down from atop it and went to find somewhere to sleep. She stumbled across one finally. Before lone, Vevilla’s form laid on the terra over looking the skys again as she drifted off to sleep with her companion at her side. With everything that was going on…she hoped she would be there for a good long while…but she hoped no one would die thanks to her this time.-
Other:
Vevilla can talk to her companion Caya. Caya is a almost completely black German shepherd, with only her paws being a light tan color. She has a spiked black dog collar and carries her leash in her mouth, being trained like that. Vevilla found her when she was a pup, so the two are extremely close. [Note Caya is almost ALWAYS with Vevilla]
Other then that…nope I love the forum :]
