Post by jenna on Nov 24, 2008 18:55:43 GMT -5
Character Name: Jenna Carter
Gender: female
Age: 16 (115 years as a vampire)
Species:vampire
Diet: vegetarian
Physical Description:(look on avatar) short and thin. She has dark brown hair and brown eyes.
Personality: sweet, worrisome, can be attached to someone easily.
Strengths: she has very fast reflexes, and can sense danger.(not as a power)
Weaknesses: Jenna's strength can drain if she feels very lonely or sad
Powers: she can have great authority - people never can seem to stop from doing what she says
History:
Jenna lived with her brother and father out in the country until she was fifteen. She hated it there because both her father and brother were out hunting or farming together, and she would be left to cook every night for them.
One night, she snuck out and left the farm to go to the city, where she had the fantasy of finding a whole new family. The people there treated her like dirt but for a year, she tried her best to live life there without anyone else. A month after Jenna had her sixteenth birthday, she was out in the streets, looking at a red mustang, wishing she had the money to afford it.
A pale person went by slowly, who looked liked she was stalking her. Jenna shot backward, knocking the pale lady to the ground. Teeth seemed to sprout out of the red haired lady's mouth, and then the lady had risen to her feet. Jenna took off but before she knew it, the lady was standing over her, and Jenna felt like she couldn't move.
The rest is just a small memory in the back of her mind since she had become a vampire. She had discovered her ability to make humans do everything she wanted, and so she moved up in society. Soon Jenna was given an education, and learned that the city she was in was called Forks.
Jenna still lives there, but had a workman build her a large house in the woods nearby.
Family: father (David Carter)- died from disease
brother (Rocky Carter)- passed away
mother (Mary Carter)-had passed away shortly after Jenna was born
Role Playing Example: (from the wotd boards- roleplaying as a wolf and anima - Whitefeather and Ninko)
Whitefeather trudged through the thick layer of fall leaves. She loved the colors they took to, and loved to jump into them like a pup. Ninko would fly as far down the path as he could go and then settle on a high branch to wait for her to catch up. Whitefeather would rarely open her wings to fly, and Ninko was always patient for her. His wings quivered in the wind as it got stronger. Whitefeather sat down to rest, and Ninko swooped down to perch on a low limb.
He batted his wings, and cleaned them of the dust in the wind. It has been a quiet morning, he said slowly. She nodded in agreement. Ninko quickly formed into a white tiger, for it took Whitefeather's breath away whenever he changed his form. Ninko curled up in the bright leaves, as a swift wind blew through, shaking his furry ears around.
Whitefeather curled up beside him. They both had had a long day, walking back home from where they buried Whitefeather's parents at. Every month, Whitefeather would want to go and see them, feel their presence nearby. They were near home, but too weary to go the whole way.
Besides, it took them a while to find their home among all of the many trees there. It was a large hole in the ground, or what her father had called a cave.
They had both hoped to reach it before they got tired, but strength could drain easily if you hadn't eaten yet. Whitefeather couldn't bear to kill wild animals. She had once told Ninko, Their life is as valueable as ours. They are the ones who could come to our rescue someday. Ninko secretly had eaten a few mice, but having a sensitive conscience, he didn't eat aouther one. Whitefeather only eats herbs which she finds in the autumn forest from time to time.
So they dozed off for a while, blending slowly into the forest.
Gender: female
Age: 16 (115 years as a vampire)
Species:vampire
Diet: vegetarian
Physical Description:(look on avatar) short and thin. She has dark brown hair and brown eyes.
Personality: sweet, worrisome, can be attached to someone easily.
Strengths: she has very fast reflexes, and can sense danger.(not as a power)
Weaknesses: Jenna's strength can drain if she feels very lonely or sad
Powers: she can have great authority - people never can seem to stop from doing what she says
History:
Jenna lived with her brother and father out in the country until she was fifteen. She hated it there because both her father and brother were out hunting or farming together, and she would be left to cook every night for them.
One night, she snuck out and left the farm to go to the city, where she had the fantasy of finding a whole new family. The people there treated her like dirt but for a year, she tried her best to live life there without anyone else. A month after Jenna had her sixteenth birthday, she was out in the streets, looking at a red mustang, wishing she had the money to afford it.
A pale person went by slowly, who looked liked she was stalking her. Jenna shot backward, knocking the pale lady to the ground. Teeth seemed to sprout out of the red haired lady's mouth, and then the lady had risen to her feet. Jenna took off but before she knew it, the lady was standing over her, and Jenna felt like she couldn't move.
The rest is just a small memory in the back of her mind since she had become a vampire. She had discovered her ability to make humans do everything she wanted, and so she moved up in society. Soon Jenna was given an education, and learned that the city she was in was called Forks.
Jenna still lives there, but had a workman build her a large house in the woods nearby.
Family: father (David Carter)- died from disease
brother (Rocky Carter)- passed away
mother (Mary Carter)-had passed away shortly after Jenna was born
Role Playing Example: (from the wotd boards- roleplaying as a wolf and anima - Whitefeather and Ninko)
Whitefeather trudged through the thick layer of fall leaves. She loved the colors they took to, and loved to jump into them like a pup. Ninko would fly as far down the path as he could go and then settle on a high branch to wait for her to catch up. Whitefeather would rarely open her wings to fly, and Ninko was always patient for her. His wings quivered in the wind as it got stronger. Whitefeather sat down to rest, and Ninko swooped down to perch on a low limb.
He batted his wings, and cleaned them of the dust in the wind. It has been a quiet morning, he said slowly. She nodded in agreement. Ninko quickly formed into a white tiger, for it took Whitefeather's breath away whenever he changed his form. Ninko curled up in the bright leaves, as a swift wind blew through, shaking his furry ears around.
Whitefeather curled up beside him. They both had had a long day, walking back home from where they buried Whitefeather's parents at. Every month, Whitefeather would want to go and see them, feel their presence nearby. They were near home, but too weary to go the whole way.
Besides, it took them a while to find their home among all of the many trees there. It was a large hole in the ground, or what her father had called a cave.
They had both hoped to reach it before they got tired, but strength could drain easily if you hadn't eaten yet. Whitefeather couldn't bear to kill wild animals. She had once told Ninko, Their life is as valueable as ours. They are the ones who could come to our rescue someday. Ninko secretly had eaten a few mice, but having a sensitive conscience, he didn't eat aouther one. Whitefeather only eats herbs which she finds in the autumn forest from time to time.
So they dozed off for a while, blending slowly into the forest.
