Post by Angela Wallace on Mar 4, 2007 23:40:04 GMT -5
Name: Angela Wallace
Age: 29
Species: Wicca
History: Angela was born in New York to a stock broker and a sectary of a law firm. She grew up singing and being the middle of attention. She attended regular school like normal until middle school where she got a scholarship to attend private school for her voice. After her freshman year she went back to public, as private wasn’t her cup of tea. After she graduated she went to the University of Oklahoma to major in musical thearte and also started to get into the dark arts-magic. Her junior year she met her soul mate. While she finished her degree her and Mike had an off and on again relationship. When she turned 22, she married him. After she got her degree, they moved to Mike’s home town, not far from Salem Ohio. A year and a half later, she gave birth to a baby boy. However tragedy struck quickly. While walking down the street Mike and the babe got shot in a drive by, sending Angela into an unseen depression. For three years she worked on bring forth her dead husband and child, all attempts failing until she summoned something… Different.
Personality: Outside Angela is a chipper person, smiling when needed, laughing when the moment is right. Inside, she’s dying, going through the motions of life. Honing in on her Wicca powers.
Appearance:
Sample RP: The curtains were drawn, giving the illusion of night time. The spell needed to be perfumed when both the sun and moon were out and now, well the sun and moon were both out. She had everything ready, the pentagram on the wooden floor, the candles and everything else.
Angela took in a deep breath and calmed it, another deep breath and she began the chanting. Her voice was smooth, much like honey, with a hint of spice to it. Half way through her chanting she took the holly-ed knife and cut her hand, a familiar path and a familiar scar and squeezed her hand in the middle of the pentagram, allowing the blood to drip on the floor. Like before the wind blew and the candles went out, like before a large ball of light lit up the area, and like before a body suddenly appeared there. Unlike before two balls of lights came from the body and knocked her back before disappearing… She could only see the back and who ever it was, was not her husband as this one had some sort of tattoo on his shoulder blade. She sighed, well, perhaps the man would be alive, if he was, she wasn’t a complete failure.
She stood up and went to the man’s other side, picked up his wrist and felt for a heartbeat. Received nothing. She sighed, still holding it, fighting back the tears of yet another failure. Four years of it. All gone down in smoke.
Just as the thought was in her mind the man lurched forward, the face of a vampire, and bit down on her wrist. She squealed, though no sound came out. The creature drank from her wrist… She had summoned a vampire. And it was alive. Well not alive. And the creature was going to kill her. She was going to die. Oh well, at least she would be able to see her husband and her baby boy again. Hopefully who was to say that she would be welcomed into God’s golden gates? As the fear of her soul going to hell darkness took hold of her, and held her for a long while….
She coughed. She could feel eyes on her. Watching her. She quickly opened them to see her room, dark, except a shadow in one of her chairs. She gasped slightly, remembering that man as he drank her. It was beast… And yet, he hadn’t killed her.
“Stay away,” she warned, drawing her self up and using the blanket as a shield.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” the vampire said, sounding… like he actually meant it. But then again, how many years was he alive? He was probably good at lying.
“To be sure,” she said bitterly, “You tell that to all your victims.”
He winced slightly, she still couldn’t see his human face as he stuck to the shadows. “I used to… I’m sorry for… That,” he pointed to her wrist, “I didn’t mean… I couldn’t control it. It’s been a while sense I’ve feed,”
She tilted her head, her brown locks falling into place as she gave him a skeptical look. “Great. For four years I’ve worked to bring my soul mate back and instead I summoned some sort… Vampire from the blackest, darkest pit of hell!”
The vampire remained silent for a moment and then seemed to nod, “Want to tell me about it?” he asked. His voice was calm, soothing and for the first time in four years he seemed to care.
“Well…” she started, “Okay…”
Secret Word: Boo?
Age: 29
Species: Wicca
History: Angela was born in New York to a stock broker and a sectary of a law firm. She grew up singing and being the middle of attention. She attended regular school like normal until middle school where she got a scholarship to attend private school for her voice. After her freshman year she went back to public, as private wasn’t her cup of tea. After she graduated she went to the University of Oklahoma to major in musical thearte and also started to get into the dark arts-magic. Her junior year she met her soul mate. While she finished her degree her and Mike had an off and on again relationship. When she turned 22, she married him. After she got her degree, they moved to Mike’s home town, not far from Salem Ohio. A year and a half later, she gave birth to a baby boy. However tragedy struck quickly. While walking down the street Mike and the babe got shot in a drive by, sending Angela into an unseen depression. For three years she worked on bring forth her dead husband and child, all attempts failing until she summoned something… Different.
Personality: Outside Angela is a chipper person, smiling when needed, laughing when the moment is right. Inside, she’s dying, going through the motions of life. Honing in on her Wicca powers.
Appearance:
Sample RP: The curtains were drawn, giving the illusion of night time. The spell needed to be perfumed when both the sun and moon were out and now, well the sun and moon were both out. She had everything ready, the pentagram on the wooden floor, the candles and everything else.
Angela took in a deep breath and calmed it, another deep breath and she began the chanting. Her voice was smooth, much like honey, with a hint of spice to it. Half way through her chanting she took the holly-ed knife and cut her hand, a familiar path and a familiar scar and squeezed her hand in the middle of the pentagram, allowing the blood to drip on the floor. Like before the wind blew and the candles went out, like before a large ball of light lit up the area, and like before a body suddenly appeared there. Unlike before two balls of lights came from the body and knocked her back before disappearing… She could only see the back and who ever it was, was not her husband as this one had some sort of tattoo on his shoulder blade. She sighed, well, perhaps the man would be alive, if he was, she wasn’t a complete failure.
She stood up and went to the man’s other side, picked up his wrist and felt for a heartbeat. Received nothing. She sighed, still holding it, fighting back the tears of yet another failure. Four years of it. All gone down in smoke.
Just as the thought was in her mind the man lurched forward, the face of a vampire, and bit down on her wrist. She squealed, though no sound came out. The creature drank from her wrist… She had summoned a vampire. And it was alive. Well not alive. And the creature was going to kill her. She was going to die. Oh well, at least she would be able to see her husband and her baby boy again. Hopefully who was to say that she would be welcomed into God’s golden gates? As the fear of her soul going to hell darkness took hold of her, and held her for a long while….
She coughed. She could feel eyes on her. Watching her. She quickly opened them to see her room, dark, except a shadow in one of her chairs. She gasped slightly, remembering that man as he drank her. It was beast… And yet, he hadn’t killed her.
“Stay away,” she warned, drawing her self up and using the blanket as a shield.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” the vampire said, sounding… like he actually meant it. But then again, how many years was he alive? He was probably good at lying.
“To be sure,” she said bitterly, “You tell that to all your victims.”
He winced slightly, she still couldn’t see his human face as he stuck to the shadows. “I used to… I’m sorry for… That,” he pointed to her wrist, “I didn’t mean… I couldn’t control it. It’s been a while sense I’ve feed,”
She tilted her head, her brown locks falling into place as she gave him a skeptical look. “Great. For four years I’ve worked to bring my soul mate back and instead I summoned some sort… Vampire from the blackest, darkest pit of hell!”
The vampire remained silent for a moment and then seemed to nod, “Want to tell me about it?” he asked. His voice was calm, soothing and for the first time in four years he seemed to care.
“Well…” she started, “Okay…”
Secret Word: Boo?