ellora
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Post by ellora on Sept 24, 2007 12:43:17 GMT -5
Name: Ellora Gamril InGame Name: Ellora Age: 25 Sex: Female Sire: Requiem House: Clan: Empty Spiral Looks - Hair: long, to middle of her back, black with red highlights Eyes: Sky Blue (basically baby blue) Height: 5'6'' Marking: n/a Personality: Quiet, keeps to herself for the most part as a result from living on the street before her turning. She carries a dagger in a sheath in her boots wherever she goes. When hunting, she is lethal and very possessive of her kills. When she feeds, she kills and doesn’t take blood from glasses, cups, etc. She has to know what the source of the blood comes from for she only feeds from those who are guilty of heinous crimes. Dress: She mostly wears black or brown leather pants and any kind of black shirt. She also has black boots that she wears with a hidden compartment to hide her dagger. She wears a hooded, leather duster most of the time, either black or brown Likes: Ellora loves daggers. The fancier the better. She also loves being near the ocean and gazing at the stars when she's not feeding. She loves playing with her 'food' before killing it as well. She also draws very well, something she did before her turning as a human when she wasn’t hiding and fighting for survival. Dislikes: Those who are cocky and abuse others for fun. Skills: updated- Has all game powers Ability to send physical sensations to others mind reading her eyes glow a luminescent light blue in the darkness Fighting Style- She uses daggers and her ability to come up on people silently to her advantage. UPDATE: She no longer drags out death of her victims. She had been watched by hunters and was attacked by one one night due to it. Therefore, she has learned her lesson and now makes kills quick and efficient. Deficiencies: Ellora has trouble talking about her past and what she is feeling. She hides it behind a blank mask and when she is with others she hides behind a façade of happiness. She has no physical deficiencies. Fears: Being unloved, a consequence of her parents dying before her turning. She sometimes tries avoiding being close to others because of this fear. Other: Her 'title' is Angel of Death, feeding only on those who have wronged others: i.e. murderers, rapists, thieves, etc.
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ellora
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Post by ellora on Sept 24, 2007 12:44:50 GMT -5
I used to be human. At one point in my life anyway. Yeah, those squalling, selfish creatures that they are. I was one of those selfish ones.
My parents had dieda few years ago. My other siblings were older and wanted nothing to do with me. I was a free soul, hippy I guess you could say. I didn't like rules or anyone tell what to do. So I lived on my own on the streets.
One day, in thirty degree weather, I stood on a skyscraper. The snow was falling softly, melting as it hit the skin of my finger tips that showed through the threadbare gloves I had on. Why should I live any longer? I thought to myself. I have no family, I steal for a living, I get beat the shit out of by other homelss men who drink. And I must fight for shelter. What is there to live for in that?
I proceeded to cut one of my wrists with a boxcutter I had found in a factory I was passing by. They were just sitting on a working table and no one was around, no cameras to catch me. I basically used it as protection against others. I think the scnt of the blood that dripped to the cement at my feet lured those darker than I to me.
But I wasn't paying attention, all I felt was the bliss of letting go. I would have no more worries, no more fighting for food. All I felt was the air rushing over me. But then I saw something out of the corner of my eye. A woman stood there, her arms folded across her chest.
"Are you finished?" She asked.
I just glanced at her. I felt devoid of emotion. "No, I want to end it."
"What if I gave you another chance to live? Away from your poverty and gave you a new family?"
"No one would want me," I said angrily. My wrist still dripped. Drip. Drip. Drip. I saw the woman's eyes dart to the bloody streaks splattering on the ground. She licked her lips as if hungry for the taste of my essence.
"You don't want to start your life over then?" She walked towards me then and I used the blade as a weapon, defending myself, I have no idea why.
"I would have nowhere to go!" I shouted at her. "Why should I start over if I have no one to go to!" I felt tears come to my eyes. I wanted to end it, end my life.....
"You would have a new family, those who would care for you. You would give that up? Take away these things I am offering for nothing in return?" The woman wiped away a tear on the side of my face. "Poor, pitiful human."
I closed my eyes and swallowed. She was offering me a gift, something I didn't have to pay for with my body or money. Why not take it? "What do I get out of it?"
"Love. Family. Those who would take care of you. No one looking down on what your beliefs are." She whispered in my ear, "The offer still stands."
"Yes," I whisper. "I'll take it."
The woman smiled, her fangs showing as the moon struck her in the face. "Close your eyes..."
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Now, no longer am I mortal. But a vampire, taken in by a family and a new 'mother' who has brought me out into this world. Requiem is her name and she has sworn to tell and show me everything I need to know. To survive in this vampiric world. Family and protection is the key to everything.
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"I'm sorry, Rebecca, but your parents didn't make it." The doctor looked at the young girl with remorse in his eyes. She was so young, and so hurt by her other family members. Tony and Lizzie told her to leave the home and never come back. They were heartless and cruel, wanting it all for themselves. There parents meant nothing to them, all they wanted were there possessions. "Is there anything I can do for you?" The kind doctor asked the now eighteen year old orphan.
She shook her head. "No, there's nothing anyone can do." Rebecca walked away, her steps slow. She had nowhere to go. All of her friends had abandoned her. She had no one to go to. Only place she had was the shelter.
When she opened the door, an icy cold breeze swam around her, chilling her to her bones. She was now alone, mentally and physically. She folded her arms across her chest, holding herslef to keep the cold from seeping through her threadbare coat. Her black gloves had holes where the fingers were. As she walked, she glanced at no one in particular. Bumping into this person or that as she went. Most glared at her or said something spiteful to her.
Finally, she reached the building she had been searching for. It was an old, brick, two story building. The sign was delapitated, the cement steps were crumbling, andd the doors rusty hinges squeaked when it was opened. The girl walked down the hall to a receptionists desk. The old woman had wrinkles and lines all over face, reminding Rebecca of an old crone. "I would like to have a bed here."
The old woman looked up from writing in a notebook. "Have your ID and all that good stuff, sweet cheaks?" The woman asked with a bored expression. After Rebecca handed it over, the woman looked at them and handed them back. No questions about parents or other guardians. After all, this was a shelter, people who came here had no one else. "Welcome to your new home, kid. Find a bed back there. Don't cause trouble." With that, the woman went back to her notebook.
Rebecca turned and saw a door labeled "Beds". She walked through and saw it was mostly empty. Very few people were here this time of day. She lay down on a bed and closed her eyes, tears seeping out from beneath her lashes. She wept for her parents who were lost to her now. She cried for the loved ones who had cared for her. And she cried for herself. For the magic that had disappeared from her life.
I woke up with a start.Sweat was beading on my forehead. I got up from the bed and went into the bathroom to splash cold water on my face. The dream was the beginning of my cold life. My name was Rebecca Ashford. After my parents had been killed, I changed my name to Ellora Gamril. Its not like anyone would have remembered me anyway. I was never one to be quite talkative. I was the quiet one.
After cooling myself off, I walked into the room I had designed for myself and Karmina, my sister, I sat at the piano and played a soothing piece of music. That didn't help me with my nerves, so I played another and yet another until I was relaxed.
I had no one until I came here. Here I have family, but no lovers. Requiem, my dark mother, told me about a place called Carnal Desires. It was a place where other pires go to enjoy themselves and luxuriate in fantasies they had. I have never had a lover, before or after my birth into darkness. I thought maybe I would try it sometime. Maybe it will get rid of these nightmares that plague me...
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Post by RequiemSkye on Sept 24, 2007 21:36:40 GMT -5
My childe! You are here! *runs up to her childe and gives her a big hug* Glad to see you here!
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karmina
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Post by karmina on Oct 2, 2007 9:24:00 GMT -5
hey sis just stopped by to say Hi
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Post by Ashenvale Z Shuukakshamaru on Oct 5, 2007 10:07:25 GMT -5
*guives cake and guives a thumbs up for her cs*
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ellora
Creature of the Night
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Post by ellora on Oct 5, 2007 12:58:49 GMT -5
*waves* Hi Karmina! Good to see you here as well! *smiles*
*curtsies to Z and takes offered piece of cake* Thank you, but only a small piece, I gotta keep my figure you know *grins*
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:Rika Pryde.
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Everyone has two lives. One we show the world and one that was never meant to be seen.
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Post by :Rika Pryde. on Oct 5, 2007 13:19:20 GMT -5
Cute! ^^ Nice history, but you might want to add favorites and everything! ^^
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ellora
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Post by ellora on Oct 5, 2007 14:06:34 GMT -5
Thanks! I totally forgot about that.... *hits forehead* DUH!
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ellora
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Post by ellora on Oct 11, 2007 10:22:49 GMT -5
Since two of my other family members have pets, I decided to get one as well. Fidget (a ferret, not a skunk) I call him fidget because he's constantly pacing and chattering as he walks back and forth on my shoulders.
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Post by RequiemSkye on Oct 11, 2007 21:11:21 GMT -5
Aww, he's cute! But keep him away from neige and soleil... and karmina's nuit! Or he'll be no more *giggles* He is cute tho... *smiles*
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ellora
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Post by ellora on Apr 10, 2008 17:27:32 GMT -5
Ellora's new pet, Pooka, whom she will be giving to her childe when he's bigger.
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Post by RequiemSkye on Apr 26, 2008 18:45:21 GMT -5
*smiles fondly* Pooka's so cute, ya just want to tug on his ears.... though he can be a handful LOL!
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ellora
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Post by ellora on Mar 9, 2009 9:33:11 GMT -5
Xanthier Preston (NPC) Xanthier is a hybrid, half lycan and half vampire. He was born in Russia as a lycan and when he was in his twenties, he was turned into a vampire by his lover. He hadn't realized it until the next morning when he was scorched by the sun. Afterwards, Xanthier came to Raven Black City and played a deadly game with the vampire hunters. He spied and scouted for them for money for his pack who live in the outskirts of town in the woods away from civilization. He was told to watch the vampiress, Ellora, and take care of her if he ever had the chance. So he agreed to watch and follow her. The only thing was, he hadn't thought to become intrigued by her. He was amazed at the brutality she would inflict on her victims and the fact that she would let them bleed out on the side of the road or in an alley, attracting the authorities. It was almost as if teasing the hunters, goading them to try and catch her. One night, Xanthier had been watching her and a hunter had followed her into a park. Before she had a chance to do anything, the hunter attacked and almost succeeded in killing her except that Xanthier got there in time and killed the hunter instead. The vampiress was wounded very badly; blinded by the garlic spray the hunter had sprayed in her eyes. So Xanthier brought her back to his cabin and nursed her back to health. Only then, when she was well enough to leave did he allow her clan to bring her home. To this day, Xanthier still is curious about her and her familyu is indebted to him for saving Ellora from the hunters even as they are suspicious of his motives. ((OOC: The Ellora/Xanthier storyline is on Xanthier's and Ellora's Yahoo 360 page if anyone cares to read them.))
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ellora
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Post by ellora on Mar 15, 2009 18:19:32 GMT -5
Comments are welcome
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