Post by Harmona Prishe Eald'narche on Dec 2, 2011 9:12:18 GMT -7
Harmona Prishe Eald'narche
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"You might just catch me if you keep your eyes open."
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CAN'T LEAVE A THING TO YOUR IMAGINATION[/font][/center]
AGE:She will be nearing her third and a quarter century soon.
GENDER:Female
BIRTHDAY: October 23rd
SPECIES: Night Crawler
ANIMAL/GIFT: Extra Speed
OCCUPATION: In her younger generations, she was a governess. She then moved on to teaching ballet, but now as she is getting older she is moving on from such lucrative arts. During her free time now she sells miscellaneous objects and rare treasures, but other than that she has no occupation.
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but oh, you seem so serious
[/color]I SHOULD ENJOY THE SWEET INTERROGATION[/font][/center]
HAIR:Black hair that reaches well past her elbows and mid-back, but she hadn't the will to change it. As she cares for her hair too much to think of cutting any of it off.
WEIGHT:About 137 lbs
HEIGHT: Reaching 5'7"
VOICE:She has a harmonic voice, that is low and not used very often, she doesn't speak unless she deems her words necessary.
PLAY-BY: Leonore Varela
GENERAL:Harmona is a very stand-offish woman, she isn't necessarily cruel but neither is she a wonderfully sweet and caring person. When you get to know her, she could be your best friend, or your greatest enemy.
ATTIRE:Her usual attire consists of mid-thigh length dresses, and skirts. On occasion she will wear shorts and a tank top. Her favorite dress would be a navy, thigh length silk dress. That hangs loose around her chest and dips low in the back.
SCARS: [/SIZE]
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i should not be telling you
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DISLIKES: She dislikes being pestered by children for any length of time. When her property is destroyed, especially her clothing. She has an unnatural fear of mechanical doors, opting to go around instead of through them. Hates desert climates, prefers to be in a forested area.
STRENGTHS:She is a very strong swimmer, and a wonderful tracker, whether it be using the constellations, a compass, or just reading the signs of the earth, she can do it all.
WEAKNESSES:She has often had trouble controlling her temper when someone pulls it out of her.
QUIRKS/HABITS:Taps her thumb and middle finger together when she's nervous. And clenches and unclenches her hands when she's angry.
FEARS:Mechanical doors,
GOALS:
PERSONALITYHarmona is usually a very calm, stoic and silent person. She is by no means shy, she just chooses to refrain from talking a lot, she would prefer to show someone what she means than to have to take the time and explain it to them. Those that work with her on expeditions know that if you just wait patiently and follow her lead then sooner or later you will understand. She doesn't get mad very easily, but on the occasion that someone can annoy her enough to spark her temper then she has a really hard time controlling it.
She does enjoy socializing, but many people think that she doesn't simply because she doesn't talk very often, however those that know her best know that it isn't the case. By nature she is a very respectable person, she will respect your distance and territory as long as you do the same for her, she is always polite in the face of those older than her, and tries not to raise herself above those younger than her, her dislike for other beings though is hard to extinguish. She is very protective of her things, her treasures and clothes, memories and friends. She would be willing to silently fight to the death for anything she believes deserves it. [/SIZE]
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you start to hypnotize me
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FATHER:Dmitri Eald'narche
SIBLINGS:Her younger bother is now deceased.
PET: Nope
PLACE OF BIRTH:Bulgaria
CURRENT RESIDENCE:
HISTORY:Harmona was born in a small town in Bulgaria, the population was only 322 people, and the closest big town was twenty miles away. Her mother died when she was three, when she was giving birth to her younger brother, Peter, her father stuck around, and even though he was grieving for the loss of his wife, he took care of his children. He couldn't help but have Harmona as his favorite, seeing as how Peter had been the cause of his wives death. And even though he knew he couldn't help it, Dmitri just couldn't help but think it.
Harmona grew up as a happy child, full of vibrance and life and smiling all the time, her father told her that as she was getting older she was starting to look like her mother. She was never certain on how to take this fact, a compliment because her mother had been very beautiful,or bad news because all her father could see in her now was the image of his dead wife. However, she wouldn't let it bother her, and instead choose to take it as a compliment.
It was within the next following years of her life that everything would change, just as soon as she would turn 22 and to be wed to the man she loved a tragedy befell her small village, a strange family had moved into town from one of the bigger cities. They we're unusual, they all had the same pale skin and the mesmerizing dark beauty, and they all looked very haunted. As soon as she had seen the family, the oldest son, she estimated to be around her age, had looked at her, with such a hunger in his eyes that she couldn't put her finger on. There was something wild about him, and it gave her goosebumps and a chill run down her back. She looked away in the next moment and went on with her life.
But that life didn't go on forever, for a fortnight later, he came for her among the screams of all the other villagers. He had clawed his way through her brother, only the age of 19, leaving his body to lie on the floor as his blood poured out of his body. In the next moment he was on top of her, her grip like steel, unnatural as he held her, turning her head forcefully to the side and feeding on her. She fell unconscious.
She awoke to such a pain, it was not from the wound she had expected but from being so hungry, she needed to eat... but eat what. Suddenly the same dark handsome boy came from out of the shadows. 'Do not be alarmed' he had sad, pulling with him her husband to be. 'Just a little blood and you'll be right as rain' he assured, he sounded so convincing, that she couldn't help but listen to him, her senses wild and unbearable to be rational, she dug into her lovers neck and fed until there was nothing that remained. She blacked out again, from what she wasn't sure.
But when she came to again, her mind clear, and very rational, she took in the scene around her, her dead fiance on the flood by her feet, his blood that covered her face, and the corpses of her teenage brother, and her loving father. It was in that moment that she changed, her personality more sombre and sorrowful. In that moment, she picked herself up, grabbed a torch and lit her home ablaze, stepping out, and in a blur she was at the edge of town, in that moment, she had set fire to the hold village. She wouldn't let herself be surprised at this new found speed or the strength she felt in her veins. She only let herself look back at her old life for but a moment before she turned, walking towards the city to start her new life.
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who am i talking to
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AGE: I'm 18
EXPERIENCE: I've been RPing for years.
CONTACT: Dunno what you what here but if you need any contact info just let me know.
EXAMPLE:
Harmona paused as she walked down the hall of her home, the grandfather clock ticking in front of her, she read the time 12:19 AM, her dark orbs flicked to the window at the end of the hall, she could the dark sky, filled with stars. She suspected it was time to go out and fill her time, as she had finished everything she had to do around the house. She continued to walk down the hall of her home, passing by pictures of all her old friends, old and new. She smirked to herself as she saw the difference in the old ones that looked so antique, and the new ones, so much more digitized and advanced.
Harmona opened the dark wooden door, the wind blowing slightly into her home, blowing her hair behind her. The air was comfortable and warm for this evening, so she opted to wearing white shorts and a T-shit, this being a rare occasion. She walked down the first step, turning and shutting the door behind her, sliding her key in the lock and turning it. She whistled low to herself, pocketing the key and turning to travel down the rest of the steps. Harmona looked up at the sky, the moon was hidden by dark clouds, casting the night in shadow. Just the way she liked it, dark and ominous. She closed her eyes, continuing to whistle as she walked down the dirt road, kicking up small tufts of dust every time she took a step.
A hoot from her left, stopped her in her tracks, opening her dark orbs and looking out into the dark woods, trying to spot the owl that made the noise. She had liked the way owls were, they were beautiful and silent killers, just as she was. Maybe if she had more time, she would eventually get on as a pet. But she didn't think she could cage such an animal. Harmona looked off into the distance, the glow of the lit up city only a mere five miles away. Her smile disappeared, oh how she didn't want to go there tonight. She looked back into the forest, and before she could make a decision herself. Her feet we're already taking her deeper into the woods. Her body moving as a sightless blur through the forest, everything passing her by quickly. She decided she would keeping running for a few more hours, it did feel nice to stretch her legs every once in a while.
Harmona opened the dark wooden door, the wind blowing slightly into her home, blowing her hair behind her. The air was comfortable and warm for this evening, so she opted to wearing white shorts and a T-shit, this being a rare occasion. She walked down the first step, turning and shutting the door behind her, sliding her key in the lock and turning it. She whistled low to herself, pocketing the key and turning to travel down the rest of the steps. Harmona looked up at the sky, the moon was hidden by dark clouds, casting the night in shadow. Just the way she liked it, dark and ominous. She closed her eyes, continuing to whistle as she walked down the dirt road, kicking up small tufts of dust every time she took a step.
A hoot from her left, stopped her in her tracks, opening her dark orbs and looking out into the dark woods, trying to spot the owl that made the noise. She had liked the way owls were, they were beautiful and silent killers, just as she was. Maybe if she had more time, she would eventually get on as a pet. But she didn't think she could cage such an animal. Harmona looked off into the distance, the glow of the lit up city only a mere five miles away. Her smile disappeared, oh how she didn't want to go there tonight. She looked back into the forest, and before she could make a decision herself. Her feet we're already taking her deeper into the woods. Her body moving as a sightless blur through the forest, everything passing her by quickly. She decided she would keeping running for a few more hours, it did feel nice to stretch her legs every once in a while.
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