Post by Blaise Topaz on Oct 11, 2009 16:34:56 GMT -5
{ I CAN'T FEEL MY SENSES }
Name :: Blaise Topaz
Age :: Physically - 20. Actually - 137
Gender :: Female
{ I JUST FEEL THE COLD }
Height :: 5'7"
Weight :: 132 lbs.
Hair :: long, slender, brown hair. Normally worn in loose curls or put up into a long, flowing ponytail. Blaise takes great pride in her hair, and it shows in the quoffed style.
Skin :: Pale, almost translucent
Clothing Style:: Blaise Topaz tends to be seen wearing formal clothing. Although some of them may be revealing or short, most of them emanate an air of elegance. The little black dress is a favorite of hers.
Tattoos or Scars :: Alice has the 'mark' of her ancestors. A 'tattoo' of tribal design is placed just under her wrist, and in the very center of the piece of art is a very realistic, bright and harmonious looking blue topaz. The spirals and twists of black art all originate from the gem in which they emphasize greatly. She adores to show off this 'mark', thinking of it as a gift.
Other distinguishing features :: As a vampire, Blaise's eyes are typically red. The pigment of red in which they are is much like the liquid in which she consumes from those lives who fall victim to her power.
{ ALL COLORS SEEM TO FADE AWAY }
powers :: Blaise Topaz belongs to a very large family of Vampires, they are said to have originated from the very first of them. Being of such royal blood, Alice is gifted with the most prominent and powerful of Vampire powers. Her mind is incredibly strong, and with it comes a dark telepathy. Blaise has the ability to bring forth an illusion of pain on her victims. When she inflicts torture on her victim, it physically does nothing to them, as Blaise only has the ability to trick the mind into thinking there is pain. Blaise can control how much pain she inflicts on her victim. The pain that she can create is described as being like "burning" inside of the victim. With her special ability aside, Blaise Topaz has basic vampiric abilities too. She has granite-hard skin, extremely sharp senses, razor-sharp teeth, immortality, enhanced speed, strength and agility.
lifespan :: Immortal, though can be killed through the few ways of slaughtering a Vampire.
faction :: Royals
race :: Vampire
other interesting abilities/talents :: Blaise Topaz is skilled within the art of blades. She is a master in the use of her favorite blades, twin sais. Although only normally uses them to finish off the job, never normally does she use them in combat.
{ I CAN'T REACH MY SOUL }
likes ::
- To watch people endure the pain she creates in their minds.
- Screams - at least anyones but hers
- She absolutely adores to drink blood, of course!
- Singing - her voice is angelic.
- Making herself look good.
- Her own appearance. She spends so long perfecting herself, why not enjoy it?
dislikes ::
- People gaining an advantage over her.
- People who see her as inferior to them.
- People who are better looking, she hates them!
- Losing
- Looking bad.
- Average humans. She despises them.
fears ::
- Dying, even though she is already 'dead'.
- Losing
- Becoming inferior
- Looking stupid
- Wood
- She is incredibly scared that one day her devastatingly beautiful appearance will one day be lost.
dreams ::
- Becoming a very superior figure in Shadowland.
- To reintroduce the Vampire race into the rest of the World, to have them dominate.
- The be the best, isn't that everyones dream?
- To be noticed. Behind that facade of time she spends infront of the mirror and infusing her mind with others to induce pain, all she really wants is to be noticed.
- Blaise dreams of being the World's most known Vampire.
- To kill.
quirks ::
- Is often seen staring sinisterly at people's necks. At the point in which blood flows profusely, the perfect feeding point.
- She is incredibly rash, acting before thinking.
- She absolutely adores to drink blood, which could be seen as a quirk simply because she is so eager to plunge her fangs into someone.
- She can't be trusted.
- Hates when people can't be bothered to make themselves look good.
- Sings a lullaby under her breath just before plunging her victim into the darkness of death.
general personality ::Blaise Topaz is every bit a Vampire seductress. She adores to seduce her victim into her death trap before introducing them to her amazing mind power. She is incredibly harsh, which is one of many reasons as to why she doesn't have many friends. When Blaise is in trouble, she feels she should have to ask her family for assistance, they are so tightly bounded that they would do anything for eachother, and she loves them dearly. Though she may never admit it, Blaise does rarely have feelings for some of the men which cross her path.
other informative facts :: n/a
{ I WOULD STOP RUNNING }
mother :: Ophelia Topaz
father :: Dante Topaz
siblings :: Blaise has many, many siblings. Too many to name.
other relatives :: None
hometown :: Rome, Italy.
history ::
- Blaise Topaz was born to the oldest and most powerful of Vampire families. She was one of the 'perfect' offspring of Ophelia and Dante topaz.
- After making her first kill, Blaise swore to herself that she would forever be dark creature the Vampires are depicted as.
- Blaise is protected by the vast amount of siblings she possessed, they brought her up together, with a close relationship to both their Mother and Father.
- Blaise discovers her ability when one 'hunter' attempts to kidnap her. She is praised excessively from all of her family for possessing the ability.
- Blaise vowed to keep her family safe after the assassination of three of her siblings, it seemed to hunters have learned of their heritage and wanted to rid the world of such powerful vampires.
- The family move to New York
- Blaise loses several more of her siblings and an older family member after another attempt at an assassination to the Topaz family.
- Most of them pull through, and the binds are even stronger as they mourn over their dead brothers, sisters and grand-parents.
- After hearing about Shadowland, Blaise attempts to take her family there. But they instantly deny her proposition, believing they have found a safe haven there in New York.
- Blaise leaves with several of her siblings. Becoming a very well known force in Shadowland, they join the Royals almost immediately, their wealth and dark personalities gaining them power and respect.
- Soon after her family becomes the target of a full force assassination of the worst kind. All of her siblings die, only her Mother and Father remain, fighting for what they deem right.
- She and he Siblings remain in Shadowland, pleading for her parents to come and join them, to no avail.
other historical revelations :: n/a
{ IF I KNEW THERE WAS A CHANCE }
ooc name :: Olly
rp experience :: Three Years
how did you find SL? :: RPG-Directory, methinks.
rp example ::
A smile. Her perfectly shaped lips drew back to reveal those viciously carved teeth. The canines resembled the animal whose name she chose. Her hair was a deep, burnt orange and it billowed around her head beautifully. She placed her hand onto the man's chest, and her nails traced his broad structure slowly. Only to reach the straps which held him, held him tightly against a tall metal post. Cheetah lent into his ear, and whispered. Her voice full of seduction.
Morning sugar. A pur, a real pur built in her throat and rippled outwards, echoing in the empty hall. Still being stubborn, or are you going to tell me where the money is? Held against a post was an old man, his name was Peter Ramonez. He had hired Cheetah as an assassin, in return for a large amount of money. The memory of him revealing the truth was all too clear for Cheetah.
Cheetah was on all fours, prowling forwards towards the man. He was backed up against a wall, cowering and sweating with fear. Her animal senses could smell the sweat oozing from his body, the fear that came from his body was all too obvious as he begged for mercy, begged for her not to touch him. Begged for forgiveness. Cheetah had no idea what he was going on about, she had simply turned up. Well.. It wasn't simple. She had smashed violently through a window and made a dramatic entrance, snarling. He had attempted to fight back, throwing knives and other useless weapons at her. But her agility and acrobatics proved useful enough for her to avoid every object that was hurtled towards her. He had run, only to meet a dead-end. Here they were now, Cheetah had him backed against a wall, and he was cowering, scared of death.
A plunge, and a strike towards his jugular was all it took. Cheetah's dive had been perfect, the swinging of her arm was acutely aimed and it ripped through the skin, the tissue. The fresh metallic smell of blood hit her, and she inhaled through her nose to enjoy the smell. The smell of death. Then she had stood up, and made her way to the office. To her current employer. She had stood before him and listened to him tell her there was no money, that it was all a lie. Then she had released all the fury and anger he had stimulated.
"It's under the d..desk! In a plant-pot! I s..swear!" Sweat poured down his forehead, dripping unattractively down his face. Cheetah grimaced as she came close to him, and then she snarled one more. The snarl was horrific, it was all animal. She walked slowly away from him, and met the electricity generator. Her fingers curled seductively around it, finger by finger closing down around the handle. The lights came down, and the sound of sweat dripping from the man's nose could be heard clearly now. All until the shrill, painful scream ripped through the hall. And just as if she hadn't moved, the handle went up, her fingers curled from the handle and Cheetah walked away from the limp body, covered entirely in blood. Her finger dipped into her mouth, and her tongue licked the blood from it sinisterly.
It's not like your going to be missed
Morning sugar. A pur, a real pur built in her throat and rippled outwards, echoing in the empty hall. Still being stubborn, or are you going to tell me where the money is? Held against a post was an old man, his name was Peter Ramonez. He had hired Cheetah as an assassin, in return for a large amount of money. The memory of him revealing the truth was all too clear for Cheetah.
-- --
Cheetah was on all fours, prowling forwards towards the man. He was backed up against a wall, cowering and sweating with fear. Her animal senses could smell the sweat oozing from his body, the fear that came from his body was all too obvious as he begged for mercy, begged for her not to touch him. Begged for forgiveness. Cheetah had no idea what he was going on about, she had simply turned up. Well.. It wasn't simple. She had smashed violently through a window and made a dramatic entrance, snarling. He had attempted to fight back, throwing knives and other useless weapons at her. But her agility and acrobatics proved useful enough for her to avoid every object that was hurtled towards her. He had run, only to meet a dead-end. Here they were now, Cheetah had him backed against a wall, and he was cowering, scared of death.
A plunge, and a strike towards his jugular was all it took. Cheetah's dive had been perfect, the swinging of her arm was acutely aimed and it ripped through the skin, the tissue. The fresh metallic smell of blood hit her, and she inhaled through her nose to enjoy the smell. The smell of death. Then she had stood up, and made her way to the office. To her current employer. She had stood before him and listened to him tell her there was no money, that it was all a lie. Then she had released all the fury and anger he had stimulated.
-- --
"It's under the d..desk! In a plant-pot! I s..swear!" Sweat poured down his forehead, dripping unattractively down his face. Cheetah grimaced as she came close to him, and then she snarled one more. The snarl was horrific, it was all animal. She walked slowly away from him, and met the electricity generator. Her fingers curled seductively around it, finger by finger closing down around the handle. The lights came down, and the sound of sweat dripping from the man's nose could be heard clearly now. All until the shrill, painful scream ripped through the hall. And just as if she hadn't moved, the handle went up, her fingers curled from the handle and Cheetah walked away from the limp body, covered entirely in blood. Her finger dipped into her mouth, and her tongue licked the blood from it sinisterly.
It's not like your going to be missed
