Post by aleera on Dec 4, 2009 22:51:24 GMT -7
Out Of Character
What would you liked to be called?:Kitty
Are you over the age of 13?:yes
Have you read and understood all the rules?:correct
In Character
Name:Aleera Norochney
Age:213
Gender:Female
Species:Night Crawler
Special Power:Telepathy
Father: ] Vlavousloss Norochney
Mother:Alice Norochney
Sibling/s:none
Partner:none
Appearance:Aleera Norochney is an albino. This fitting her breed of life quite well. Her hair is a silken white, almost snow colored. It’s long, almost mid-back, and straight. Usually down, swaying behind her, or hanging all over her left shoulder. Some thick strands falling in her face. She has thin, almost non-existent eyebrows. Because of her condition, her eyes are red. Not a blood shot as most view Crawlers, but a shimmered ruby color. Soft, delicate, intelligent. Showing her feelings, her thoughts, her personality with just a glimpse. This vampire child of the night has thick, black eye shadow around her eyes. Solid, black eye liner underneath as well. Shrouding her red eyes in the shadows. Aleera has a nicely shaped nose, rounded jaw and chin, no harsh angles upon her face. Her lips are full and heart shaped. Usually painted the color of blood; matching her eyes.
A long, slender neck holds her head high, never been branded by the scar of a bite. Aleera’s shoulders are nicely fit to her shape. An hourglass of curves, thin body, nicely toned. She’s set with a 21 year olds body. A bust of a C cup, and wide hips that move like a dancers as she walks one foot in front of the other. Only 5’ 3” and 93lbs, Aleera is thin, but not sickly. She has long, thin fingers tipped with black, lengthy nails. Her movements almost cat-like. Body proportionate to her size and personality.
Aleera’s slender figure is covered in piercings and a few tattoos. Although, the tattoos are usually covered up. Having a thing for such, it’s no surprise she’s a slave for them. There is a tattoo of a cat paw, small, behind her right ear, and a tattoo around her naval; a halo of thorns twisting around themselves, seeming to cut through her skin with the image of blood upon the green. Now for her piercings. Aleera has corset piercings all over her body. Down her spine, wider at the top between her shoulders and growing thinner down towards her lower back to fit nicely between her back dimples. From just below her elbow to the top of her hand; up both of her sides, from just above her hip to just below her bust line. Lastly, down the back of both her legs; from the very top of her thigh, over the back of her knee, and down to her ankle. Each one laced with black, silk cris-crossing back and forth to tie into a simple bow.
Her dressing attire is usually very dark and flattering. If she’s not in a turtle neck and tight jeans, all black. She’s in something low-cut and tight, or short. Being a dancer she loves to show off her curves. If she’s dancing she’s in usual belly dancing costume in any array of color. Her voice has a Transylvanian accent.
100 high x 50 wide px Avatar Image of your character:
No bigger than 300 high x 530 wide px Signature Image:
Personality:Giving her outer appearance, Aleera isn’t as vain as most Night Crawlers. She’s quiet at first, but once she opens up she’s always willing to listen. Although, past the sweet persona, she’s really a sarcastic bitch. She doesn’t get along with girls in the slightest, and she can be quite a tease at times. She has a harsh tongue with no brain-mouth barrier most of the time. Doesn’t have a problem telling someone how she feels or thinks, but tries not to start confrontations. She’s not the kind of girl to start something, but she loves to finish it.
Aleera usually has a look of intensity on her face. Eyes slightly in a glare, lips closed, body in an intimidating stance despite her small size. Most of her emotion is on her face. Usually emitted through her eyes. Because of this she always looks people in the eyes when she speaks to them. This also connects to her telepathy. The eyes are the insight to someone’s soul.
Having the personality of a cat is the best way to describe this blood-sucking girl. She will give affection when SHE deems necessary. She’s sweet at first, but anger her and she’ll have her fangs in you in no time. Even the way she moves is cat-like. A grace like non-other. Almost that of a model’s, but she’s a dancer. A belly dancer to be specific. This ties into her being a tease at times.
Strengths:telepathy, blood, quick reflexes, intelligent
Weaknesses:lack of blood, those who are a bit insane, small size
Mental Health:stable
Likes:dancing, guys, tattoos, piercings, blood, darkness
Dislikes:girls, cutesy things, pink, crowds
Past: Both of Aleera’s parents, Alice and Vlavousloss, fell in love at a young age. Alice, human, didn’t care that Vlavousloss was a Night Crawler. They were romantic and always very deep in love. Almost seeming to walk around in a romance novel at times. When Alice became pregnant it nearly killed her because of Aleera’s creation of life. Her vampirism seeming to suck the very life from her human mother. It wasn’t until Alice nearly died giving birth to their daughter that Vlavousloss finally bit Alice and gave her immortality.
When Aleera was a child she had a very close connection to her father. He had a very commanding force, and was very protective of her. Her mother, Alice Norochney, was cast aside for some time. Aleera grew up dancing and being teased by children because of her condition. Both of her parents were very tan skinned, with black hair and dark eyes, so it’s unsure why she became the way she is. As a child, Aleera was a bit of a loner, friendless, and has just grown up to be the same. Children used to make fun of her for her disability, and teased her mercilessly. Because of this, Aleera became violent at a young age. Her temper growing quickly, and it isn’t tell she was much older that she finally learned to control it. As time passed she grew to be okay with this, and stayed true to her solitude. Her parents were always blood-thirsty, and were constantly hunting. Aleera grew disgusted with this by her teens. Her mind growing into who she is now. A self-sufficient woman. Her parents ended up dying from old age.
By her middle age she was a professional dancer, and lived alone in a small apartment. Never really had any “boyfriends”, never really had friends either. Just people she knew, and fans of her art. Aleera’s never really had a past worth mentioning. Just her odd looks and a harsh, but sweet, personality. She lived in Finland for some time, picking up the language, but didn’t stay long. She then moved to Japan, again picking up on the culture and language. Aleera lived there for quite some time. Her dance career growing conveniently. After a while, she grew tired of being in the same place. She then moved back to Transylvania where she grew up. Around then is when she got her piercings and tattoos.
Still dancing her life away, Aleera travels the globe now. Picking up and leaving whenever she feels restless. Still having no solid connection with anyone. Her strength of her powers growing steadily, and she lives happily on animal blood. She has no want for fights between races. She does hope to find someone to be with, or at least have as a friend. She doesn’t want to be a loner forever.
Sample Post:
Mist lay on top of the land like an eerie disguise, as if trying to hide its hideous face from the sky. A paper bag, if you will. The very tips of red grass poke their heads out from the wet blanket. A soft breeze bobbing their heads back and forth in a dance unknown, but so well memorized. The warmth seeming to give no fair relief from the chills running up and down your back from the feel of spirits' hands caressing your body. Pulling you down to the ground, past the crust of the earth you stand upon, only to bring you to their level. Death tugging at your feet. The crimson of the blades raising up from the ground like a moving, liquid-like, lake. The moon, unable to set as it longs to see its other bright mate of the sky, looking red from the light of the sun. Almost as if its face was blushing with love towards the other light, or, perhaps, in hatred. Wanting to cut the sun's wrist only to make the grass lake true. Fill this small spot with blood only to let the sun drown in it...
This thought, this story it seems, found itself to the very mind of that whom would love to see such an act. Only to be able to sink her massive black paws into the bloody pool, to lap it up in her pink tongue, and to let it drip from her lip as it, also, trails down her throat. What a sadistic, masochistic, and morbid female. Such a large form, strong with muscles, but thin with feminine poise. Shoulders rolling with each step she took, and with each step a soft thump from her padding of paws. Thick tail barely brushing the ground as she stalked the lands. Each piece of brittle red growing from the land folding against her chest as she made her way into this place. Unaware of who she'd meet, unsure of what to find, and not giving a single care either. Why would she care? This was Norochney Ivanova; the daughter of Death and Pain.
Norochney stood tall, head held high in a regal manner, as the mist lightly clung to strands of jet black fur. Her face in a very uninterested look, almost bored it seems. Noro's chest extended to a great height until she let out the air in a long, heavy sigh. Jaden eyes looking from side to side in hopes to find something that she may be able to toy with. Anything... as long as it bled she was good. The blood lust that followed close behind her, like a shadow, was catching up to her. Unfortunately, or fortunately depending on how you look at it, the thoughts of the sun dying in it's own blood from it fellow friend and lover was not enough to keep her satisfied.
A small shift in noise caught the ears of this black monster, and her ears sprang up into an alert state. Twisting side to side searching for another jitter or shuffle of sound. Nothing... silent...quite...hush... Norochney's eyes narrowed to a sharp glare as they scanned the mist for movement as she slowly lowered to the ground. Her long legs folding beneath her so that she was in a strong pouncing stance. Body still, stiff, but silent and strong. Muscles shivering in excitement for action. Once again there was a sound and a slight movement of grass. Although, it wasn't as far as Norochney thought it would be. Her eyes widened to see a small rabbit, perhaps a baby, poking its nose out of the blades at her nose. The rabbit's long ears upright and facing Noro with surprise as its eyes were plastered open. Small pink nose snuffling against Norochney's wet, black one. A sinister smirk curled the very tips of Noro's lips as the rabbit sat staring at her almost paralyzed it seemed. Perhaps it had found her as no threat, it was sadly mistaken.
They sat quite for a long moment staring at each other. At the idea that this large black female was nothing to worry about the small creature lowered its ears, and blinked long and slow. As its eyes lay closed for more then a second Norochney opened her mouth showing off her long, sharp daggers and black gums. Saliva strings connecting her bottom jaw to her top like spider’s web silk. Waiting till the animal once again opened its eyes Norochney's eyes widened and then thinned quickly in increasing inpatients. Eye opened, and the large female snapped her jaws closed around the rabbit's small head. The sound of bones cracking echoed inside of the female's mouth, and reverberated in her ears. It was loud and sharp. The clacking of her teeth almost as loud as the bones shattering from the sheer force of the attack.
Blood seeped into Norochney's mouth, trickling over her tongue and down her throat slowly, as she lay there smiling with her teeth. The animal's head still within her jaws. Standing up the limp body nearly separated from the head in the grasp of its executioner. Green eyes looked down at this, and, irritated that it hadn't separated from her bite, shook her head as hard as she could side to side. The animal's dead body hit each side of Noro's face until it flew off to her right separating from her teeth. Seeing this Norochney tossed the head in the air towards where the animal's decapitated body now lay. A dark chuckle rolled out of Norochney's throat, and slowly evolved into a sinister laugh of enjoyment and happiness. The tip of her thick tail swayed side to side in excitement as she jumped over to the body, pinched its pelt between her sharp canines, and then tossed into the air to her left. Chasing after it she played fetch with herself. Enjoying every moment she was able to taste the metallic flavoring of her kill. Every time she was able to smell the death of her prey so close to her nose... Every time she was able to "accidentally" crack yet another bone in this limp body that kept being tossed into the sky.
