Post by Kaye & Sabathiel on Jan 20, 2008 17:21:17 GMT -5
Character's name: Kaye Sentry
Nicknames: Kaye-kaye(called affectionately by Sabathiel)
Species: 1/2 Human 1/2 Witch
Gender: female
Age and birthdate: 16--June 10th
Physical appearance: Wavy, dark sienna-brown hair, with eye-skimming bangs, and slight sunstreaks, hanging to her waist in a tousled disarray. Emerald green eyes with a flare of amber around the pupils. Slim, lithe, willowy form with slight curves and long legs.
Special abilities: Lying and spying
Likes:
~freedom and independence
~chocolate
~adrenaline
~winter and autumn
Dislikes:
~being rushed
~being bored
~sweating
~summer
Fears: her biggest fears are fire, and Sabathiel being harmed
Interests: sketching never-ending pictures of Sabathiel, dancing, poetry, conning and scheming people out of things she wants/needs, swimming, testing her limits, running as fast as she can for as long as she can
Personality: Kaye is generally quick-witted, but can come across as somewhat scatter-brained at times. She seems to know a little about everything. She gets bored very easily, and likes to stay on the move, and busy, to avoid this, because being bored is one of her biggest pet peeves. She's a fast learner and picks things up usually after only having to see it demonstrated once. She's very observant and picks up things more than most, processing information at lightspeed. She's got a restless, nervous energy that seems to cling to her, making her seem very contained and controlled when she's at rest.
She's very open-minded and loves to try and experiencs new things; she thrives on change. She's very instinctive and intuitive, and relies heavily on her instinct and good judgement. She's very adaptable and contracts elements of her environment quickly, making it very easy for her to blend in and go unnoticed in a crowd, if that's what she wishes. Very fickle, she changes her mind and opinions on things very quickly, and it's not hard to sway her, but when she really wants something, her stubborness and determination kick in, and nothing can stop her.
She's charming, and a smooth talker, and you can never tell whether or not she's lying. She's very good at manipulating people and their emotions when she has to, and can talk her way out of just about any situation. When her words fail, she's not afraid to resort to violence, though.
Daemon's name: Sabathiel/Sabe
Species: [Settled] Golden Eagle
Gender: male
Appearance:
Personality: (Because Kaye is half witch, Sabe is able to be farther away from her without worry, thought not as far away as a true witch, but he can be leauges away, as long as they're in sight of each other.) Sabe is very protective of Kaye, and he worries alot about her because of the trouble she gets herself into. He doesn't approve of her scheming/lyinging/stealing ways, but he makes a great look-out.
Family lineage:
Grandfather Sentry: Faron Sentry[deceased]
Grandmother Sentry: Illia Sentry[deceased]
Grandfather Baron: Gawain Baron[deceased]witch
Grandmother Baron: Hesper Baron[living]witch
Father: Ralen Sentry[deceased]
Mother: Nadya Baron-Sentry[deceased]witch
no siblings
History: She was raised by her father because her mother died giving birth to her. Her father akways slightly resented her for that, as if it were her fault the love of his life was dead. He kind of neglected her as a child, so she learned to take care of herself. Until she was 11, that is, and her father died. She never really understood how it happend, because noone ever explained it to her, but she had her suspicions, and she remembered the blood everywhere...so much blood.
She was put into foster care after that, because her only living relative didn't want her. She tried to run away a number of times, but her foster father kept bringing her back and punishing her. She still has the scars, physical and psychological, from her time in foster care. She eventually escaped for good, when she was 13, and she and Sabathiel have been on their own ever since.
Role-play sample:
Dawn of the Riders Roleplay
Ash was relaxing in the pub of the inn she was staying at, enjoying a mug of ale. It had been a long and exhausting day, and this short moment of relaxation was like a piece of heaven.
"Raven, I believe you are called," came a low-pitched, but somewhat nasally voice beside her. She looked over, annoyed at being disturbed.
"I am called many things. That is one of them," she said nonchalantly to the man. He was rather small, and wore rumpled, yet high-quality riding cloths. Two guards stood behind him, in plainer clothing. She could tell they were guards, not by their stature, which was on the slim side, but by the way they kept their eyes not only on her, but on the entire room.
"My master sent me to find you. He wishes to hire your services. Are you interested in work?"
"Usually," she murmured. "If my fee is met."
"A woman of your caliber would be quite expensive. This is understood, and will not be an issue. So, do you accept the job?"
"Accept what job?" She asked, with a slight edge to her voice. "I don't hire on blindly."
"No, no, of course not. But it is a small matter, and will require only time and a little effort."
"Then you don't need me," Ash said, standing up. She drained the rest of her ale in one swallow and dropped the cup onto the table. The man looked suprised at being dismissed, but he only gaped at her.
Just as she was almost out the door, she felt a hand firmly encircle her arm. She turned and glared up at the man that held her. He was one of the guards, and he looked pissed.
Why do they always get like this when I turn them down? she thought. I was hoping this day was over, but it looks like the night has only just begun.
"I would advise you to let go of me, before I have to hurt you," Ash growled, staring into the mans eyes and giving him 'the look'. That glare of pure maliciousness that normally sent people scurrying as fast as they could in the opposite direction. But this guy only laughed. "You don' scare me, sweetheart. The boss said I cou'd have a lil' fun wit' you, an' tha's what I aim to do," he said with a leering grin.
"That's what you think you dumb bastard," she snarled, twisting her arm out of his grasp and bringing her foot swiftly up between his legs as hard as she could. He squealed like the pig that he was and rolled to the floor, clutching his groin.
Ash grinned mockingly. "You won't be having fun with anyone for awhile, 'sweetheart'," she said with a vicious laugh on her way out the door.
Once she was outside, she didn't stop until she was out of sight of the inn. Then she paused to catch her breath and calm herself. Idiots like that were what was wrong with her; they raped her when she was a child, gave her scars, and killed Tamson, the only man that had ever shown her kindness. She fought herself not to go back there and hack the man to little bloody pieces with Tamson's sword. Aislyn was proud of herself, though; she had managed to teach the guy a lesson without mortally wounding him. That was a feat, for her.
She rested her back and head against the cool stone wall behind her and looked up at the sky, drawing on the beauty of the stars to help calm her boiling blood.
She would go back to the inn later to collect her things, and retreive her horse, Shadowbringer, who was tethered to the hitching post outside. She worried about him, but figured he would be fine. She had filled his oat-bag as she was approaching the inn, and the water trough was full. Besides, she wouldn't be gone that long, she only needed to walk around and cool down before she went back.
Custom title: Silver Tongue
Celebrity claim: none
Previous roles you have played: none on this site
Code word: muffins
Nicknames: Kaye-kaye(called affectionately by Sabathiel)
Species: 1/2 Human 1/2 Witch
Gender: female
Age and birthdate: 16--June 10th
Physical appearance: Wavy, dark sienna-brown hair, with eye-skimming bangs, and slight sunstreaks, hanging to her waist in a tousled disarray. Emerald green eyes with a flare of amber around the pupils. Slim, lithe, willowy form with slight curves and long legs.
Special abilities: Lying and spying
Likes:
~freedom and independence
~chocolate
~adrenaline
~winter and autumn
Dislikes:
~being rushed
~being bored
~sweating
~summer
Fears: her biggest fears are fire, and Sabathiel being harmed
Interests: sketching never-ending pictures of Sabathiel, dancing, poetry, conning and scheming people out of things she wants/needs, swimming, testing her limits, running as fast as she can for as long as she can
Personality: Kaye is generally quick-witted, but can come across as somewhat scatter-brained at times. She seems to know a little about everything. She gets bored very easily, and likes to stay on the move, and busy, to avoid this, because being bored is one of her biggest pet peeves. She's a fast learner and picks things up usually after only having to see it demonstrated once. She's very observant and picks up things more than most, processing information at lightspeed. She's got a restless, nervous energy that seems to cling to her, making her seem very contained and controlled when she's at rest.
She's very open-minded and loves to try and experiencs new things; she thrives on change. She's very instinctive and intuitive, and relies heavily on her instinct and good judgement. She's very adaptable and contracts elements of her environment quickly, making it very easy for her to blend in and go unnoticed in a crowd, if that's what she wishes. Very fickle, she changes her mind and opinions on things very quickly, and it's not hard to sway her, but when she really wants something, her stubborness and determination kick in, and nothing can stop her.
She's charming, and a smooth talker, and you can never tell whether or not she's lying. She's very good at manipulating people and their emotions when she has to, and can talk her way out of just about any situation. When her words fail, she's not afraid to resort to violence, though.
Daemon's name: Sabathiel/Sabe
Species: [Settled] Golden Eagle
Gender: male
Appearance:
Personality: (Because Kaye is half witch, Sabe is able to be farther away from her without worry, thought not as far away as a true witch, but he can be leauges away, as long as they're in sight of each other.) Sabe is very protective of Kaye, and he worries alot about her because of the trouble she gets herself into. He doesn't approve of her scheming/lyinging/stealing ways, but he makes a great look-out.
Family lineage:
Grandfather Sentry: Faron Sentry[deceased]
Grandmother Sentry: Illia Sentry[deceased]
Grandfather Baron: Gawain Baron[deceased]witch
Grandmother Baron: Hesper Baron[living]witch
Father: Ralen Sentry[deceased]
Mother: Nadya Baron-Sentry[deceased]witch
no siblings
History: She was raised by her father because her mother died giving birth to her. Her father akways slightly resented her for that, as if it were her fault the love of his life was dead. He kind of neglected her as a child, so she learned to take care of herself. Until she was 11, that is, and her father died. She never really understood how it happend, because noone ever explained it to her, but she had her suspicions, and she remembered the blood everywhere...so much blood.
She was put into foster care after that, because her only living relative didn't want her. She tried to run away a number of times, but her foster father kept bringing her back and punishing her. She still has the scars, physical and psychological, from her time in foster care. She eventually escaped for good, when she was 13, and she and Sabathiel have been on their own ever since.
Role-play sample:
Dawn of the Riders Roleplay
Ash was relaxing in the pub of the inn she was staying at, enjoying a mug of ale. It had been a long and exhausting day, and this short moment of relaxation was like a piece of heaven.
"Raven, I believe you are called," came a low-pitched, but somewhat nasally voice beside her. She looked over, annoyed at being disturbed.
"I am called many things. That is one of them," she said nonchalantly to the man. He was rather small, and wore rumpled, yet high-quality riding cloths. Two guards stood behind him, in plainer clothing. She could tell they were guards, not by their stature, which was on the slim side, but by the way they kept their eyes not only on her, but on the entire room.
"My master sent me to find you. He wishes to hire your services. Are you interested in work?"
"Usually," she murmured. "If my fee is met."
"A woman of your caliber would be quite expensive. This is understood, and will not be an issue. So, do you accept the job?"
"Accept what job?" She asked, with a slight edge to her voice. "I don't hire on blindly."
"No, no, of course not. But it is a small matter, and will require only time and a little effort."
"Then you don't need me," Ash said, standing up. She drained the rest of her ale in one swallow and dropped the cup onto the table. The man looked suprised at being dismissed, but he only gaped at her.
Just as she was almost out the door, she felt a hand firmly encircle her arm. She turned and glared up at the man that held her. He was one of the guards, and he looked pissed.
Why do they always get like this when I turn them down? she thought. I was hoping this day was over, but it looks like the night has only just begun.
"I would advise you to let go of me, before I have to hurt you," Ash growled, staring into the mans eyes and giving him 'the look'. That glare of pure maliciousness that normally sent people scurrying as fast as they could in the opposite direction. But this guy only laughed. "You don' scare me, sweetheart. The boss said I cou'd have a lil' fun wit' you, an' tha's what I aim to do," he said with a leering grin.
"That's what you think you dumb bastard," she snarled, twisting her arm out of his grasp and bringing her foot swiftly up between his legs as hard as she could. He squealed like the pig that he was and rolled to the floor, clutching his groin.
Ash grinned mockingly. "You won't be having fun with anyone for awhile, 'sweetheart'," she said with a vicious laugh on her way out the door.
Once she was outside, she didn't stop until she was out of sight of the inn. Then she paused to catch her breath and calm herself. Idiots like that were what was wrong with her; they raped her when she was a child, gave her scars, and killed Tamson, the only man that had ever shown her kindness. She fought herself not to go back there and hack the man to little bloody pieces with Tamson's sword. Aislyn was proud of herself, though; she had managed to teach the guy a lesson without mortally wounding him. That was a feat, for her.
She rested her back and head against the cool stone wall behind her and looked up at the sky, drawing on the beauty of the stars to help calm her boiling blood.
She would go back to the inn later to collect her things, and retreive her horse, Shadowbringer, who was tethered to the hitching post outside. She worried about him, but figured he would be fine. She had filled his oat-bag as she was approaching the inn, and the water trough was full. Besides, she wouldn't be gone that long, she only needed to walk around and cool down before she went back.
Custom title: Silver Tongue
Celebrity claim: none
Previous roles you have played: none on this site
Code word: muffins
