Post by bynx on Nov 8, 2008 15:03:08 GMT -5
Adressed as: Stella Mainea
Nickname: Ella
Race: Shapeshifter
Gender: Female
Age: Twenty five
Ranking: Ha. She doesn't believe in ranks. Authority? Why should she listen to you? Your no better than she is.
Lover: Nopes. Am I looking? Psha. If I fall in love, I fall in love.. I wont go looking for it.. I prefer my toys.
Children: No. Doesn't want them. Ever. Never. Not gonna happen. Pregnancy is something I shall avoid.
Weapon of choice: Of course she is a shapeshifter. She specializes in ancient races of shapeshifting, suck as the drow, pheonix, dragon, and wolves made of elements, fire being a favorite.
Persona: Sly/ Arrogant/ Playful/ Wild/ Rambunctious/ Seductive/ Dangerous/ Demented/ Spiteful.
Ella is very diverse in her persona's. She ranged from giddy and playful to deadly and violent. When meeting people, she is usually playful and wild, but when betrayed or annoyed, her attitude can change rather quickly. Her biggest peeve is authority, the easiest way to piss her off. She doesn't think any one person should contain enough authority to judge right from wrong. She will judge herself, and only herself. No one else may have that right.
Appearance:
History:
Ella was raised within the castle wall's. Her mother died during birth, no surprise. Ella, new to the earth, was unaware of her abilities when she shifted during the birth. The form that took her body is one she has never seen, nor heard of since. Her body took on the body of a two foot spider, yet her legs were made of razors that spun in circles, and her teeth belonged to that of a saber. Her cry was piercing, splitting windows and popping blood vessels in the heads of the doctors around her, her mother having already died from her shifting product.
Her father calmed the child through song, his ears covered by the metals he was able to produce. When she calmed, the shifted to that of a bouncing baby girl, blood coating her porcelain skin, her black hair curled lightly.
As the years pass, she became fully aware of her abilities. She discovered she was not able to shift to modern creatures, with the exception of the drow. Her shifting revolved around her emotions, and creatures of the past, of nightmares, and a twisted thoughts began to make themselves known to her.
Her father, teaching her never to let someone else have control, in the end died trying to control her. It was a late night. It was cold.
"Ella! Ella! Listen to me dammit! You can NOT sleep with someone elses husband! It is morally wrong!"
"What would you know about morally wrong! I hear the rumors~"
"Dammit Ella! Shut up! I don't want to hear it anymore! You are to amn foolish for your own good!"
"I am- Hey! Hey!! What the hell are you doing!! Hey! Let me go!! Dammit!! Let me the hell go!"
"No. I can't control you anymore, so your leaving."
"To hell I will!"
"Ella! Ella list- Ella? Ella! What are you doing! Ella! Aughhgh"
The night ended in blood splatter. Is she happy with herself? No. She runs on emotion, unable to control them still. As a memory of her father, she died her hair a red, to always remind herself. Due to this sin of hers, she has become increasingly sadistic and cold.
Nickname: Ella
Race: Shapeshifter
Gender: Female
Age: Twenty five
Ranking: Ha. She doesn't believe in ranks. Authority? Why should she listen to you? Your no better than she is.
Lover: Nopes. Am I looking? Psha. If I fall in love, I fall in love.. I wont go looking for it.. I prefer my toys.
Children: No. Doesn't want them. Ever. Never. Not gonna happen. Pregnancy is something I shall avoid.
Weapon of choice: Of course she is a shapeshifter. She specializes in ancient races of shapeshifting, suck as the drow, pheonix, dragon, and wolves made of elements, fire being a favorite.
Persona: Sly/ Arrogant/ Playful/ Wild/ Rambunctious/ Seductive/ Dangerous/ Demented/ Spiteful.
Ella is very diverse in her persona's. She ranged from giddy and playful to deadly and violent. When meeting people, she is usually playful and wild, but when betrayed or annoyed, her attitude can change rather quickly. Her biggest peeve is authority, the easiest way to piss her off. She doesn't think any one person should contain enough authority to judge right from wrong. She will judge herself, and only herself. No one else may have that right.
Appearance:
History:
Ella was raised within the castle wall's. Her mother died during birth, no surprise. Ella, new to the earth, was unaware of her abilities when she shifted during the birth. The form that took her body is one she has never seen, nor heard of since. Her body took on the body of a two foot spider, yet her legs were made of razors that spun in circles, and her teeth belonged to that of a saber. Her cry was piercing, splitting windows and popping blood vessels in the heads of the doctors around her, her mother having already died from her shifting product.
Her father calmed the child through song, his ears covered by the metals he was able to produce. When she calmed, the shifted to that of a bouncing baby girl, blood coating her porcelain skin, her black hair curled lightly.
As the years pass, she became fully aware of her abilities. She discovered she was not able to shift to modern creatures, with the exception of the drow. Her shifting revolved around her emotions, and creatures of the past, of nightmares, and a twisted thoughts began to make themselves known to her.
Her father, teaching her never to let someone else have control, in the end died trying to control her. It was a late night. It was cold.
"Ella! Ella! Listen to me dammit! You can NOT sleep with someone elses husband! It is morally wrong!"
"What would you know about morally wrong! I hear the rumors~"
"Dammit Ella! Shut up! I don't want to hear it anymore! You are to amn foolish for your own good!"
"I am- Hey! Hey!! What the hell are you doing!! Hey! Let me go!! Dammit!! Let me the hell go!"
"No. I can't control you anymore, so your leaving."
"To hell I will!"
"Ella! Ella list- Ella? Ella! What are you doing! Ella! Aughhgh"
The night ended in blood splatter. Is she happy with herself? No. She runs on emotion, unable to control them still. As a memory of her father, she died her hair a red, to always remind herself. Due to this sin of hers, she has become increasingly sadistic and cold.