Post by katarina on Jan 21, 2012 23:08:45 GMT
katarina isolde bluud
UNKNOWN - THE DARK SIDE - TAINTED (VAMPIRE) - CANDICE ACCOLA - DEATH EATER
THE SCARS OF YOUR LOVE
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"Do you believe in the supernatural? Do you believe in ghosts and werewolves and vampires? Do you think it's possible that they exist? You do? Oh good! It gets extremely annoying to explain to one that these things do indeed exist. Some people simply have no imagination."
"My name is Katarina Isolde Bluud. I have been walking this earth for I don't even recall how many years. It has been that long. I was born into a world that had no idea of it's potential. The potential to create beings who were more than human. Beings that were haunted by the moon and controlled by the thirst for blood. The werewolves are another story entirely and one that, to be quite honest, I do not feel like getting into. I am a vampire and this is my story."
"I was born into this world as a human. It was a very long time ago, I can not remember the year. The human memories start to drift away over time if you don't wish to remember them. I had no reason to remember such a far away time. I know I was your normal girl, at least as normal as one can be in that time. My parents loved me. I had three older brothers and I was the only girl. I remember that my brothers and my father were very close and worked together. I was closer to my mother. I can remember her playing with my hair a lot. She loved my long blonde hair."
"I was nineteen when I was turned into a vampire by Blodywn Bluud. He saved my life. I had gotten sick and was dying. It was common at the time, medicine wasn't very helpful. There were no healing spells that would work. I'm actually not sure what illness it was. As I said, the human memories fade. I didn't understand what was happening at the time. He forced me to drink his blood and then I died the next day. I woke up sometime later on the same day I died, I believe. I was driven by a hunger...no, a thirst. I could hear and feel blood pumping all around me. Before I knew what was happening, I fed off of someone. Thus, I became a vampire."
"Blodwyn found me again and explained what I was and how to live in this new life. He and his wife, also a vampire, taught me everything. They gave me a family. I have two sisters and two brothers. We are not truly related but they are my family. We stick together. I am just glad we don't have to move around all the time. If we were living around muggles then we would because they would notice how we weren't aging. However, here in the magical world, we can be ourselves. I cherish that."
"Now, I suppose you'll be wanting to know what vampires can do. Muggles have created all sorts of legends about vampires. Here is the truth. We can walk in the sun with no adverse effects. We are immortal and can only be killed by fire. We can use our minds to control others and read their thoughts. We can place thoughts into other's minds. We heal quickly. We have supernatural speed and strength. All of these things make vampires very useful to the Dark Lord. Yes, I am a Death Eater. Why? Because I have been in this world many years and I know it's not always a fairytale. Good doesn't always triumph over evil. You pick the strongest side and you stay there so you can survive. I feel like the Dark Lord has the stronger side. I'm a survivor and I will do whatever it takes to ensure that I survive. There are still many things that I want to do."
YOUR GOING TO WISH
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name/alias: shannon
gender: female
age: 20
contact: pm
how you found us: ad on another site =)
other characters: n/a
experience: seven years
role play sample:The sun rose on a day that looked to be a beautiful one. Animals stirred and birds chirped little morning greetings. The sun’s light shone on the darkened forests and lit pathways inside it. The world seemed to come alive as the day started. It shone over people’s houses and in some of them, people had started to wake up and get ready for the day. It shone into one particular window to try and rouse its occupant with no success. Narcissa Malfoy was in no mood to wake up nor to look out on what seemed to be a promising day. Unfortunately she happened to turn over and was greeted by a very bright light right in the face. She groaned and scrunched her already closed eyes and turned back over. She normally liked sunrises and sunsets but she hadn’t lately. She noticed that she had been hoping for a nice violent thunderstorm to wreck its havoc on the earth. Her wish hadn’t been granted and it didn’t seem like it would be today either. She sighed softly and opened her eyes to an open bed. This was something she hated but had sort of gotten used to.
She hated waking up to this cold bed, Lucius no where in sight. It seemed like he was never around anymore, always out on Death Eater business. He had taken over and was the new Dark Lord now. She knew that this job entailed a lot of work and attention to tiny details and lots of away time but she hadn’t expected this much. It seemed like she only saw him every once in a while, sometimes she had to wait at least two weeks before seeing her husband. It hurt her inside and she’d been thrown into a more weakened state because of this. She had been crying a lot and throwing temper tantrums all over the place. Lots of glass items had been broken because of her throwing them out of anger and hurt. She also had been drinking more, trying to drink herself to sleep. Sometimes she cried herself to sleep if drink didn’t work that night. There was no telling what it would be on a particular night. She had completely frightened the house elves by her random and violent mood swings. She didn’t like being reduced to this state of weakness.
She should be able to keep it all inside and only cry when absolutely no one was around. She was only to express emotions of happiness or great pleasure. Anger and coldness were some more that she was allowed to show. Never was she to let the weak side of herself show. She was a Malfoy and was expected to act like one. Yet not seeing her husband at all and barely seeing her son had reduced her to showing her weaknesses. She was scared that perhaps Lucius wasn’t happy with her and was staying away from her because he was that disappointed with her. Had she done something wrong? She didn’t know but she didn’t think she had. She’d done nothing to offend him at all. She couldn’t remember having any fights recently or making any mistakes when he hadn’t been around. Was he simply bored with her? Had he found someone better, more able to be his wife? Did he think she wasn’t capable of this anymore? Had he stopped loving her?
All these questions hurt her so much. They tore at her heart which she had willingly given to him. She didn’t like to think of these things but there they were. And they had been creeping into her mind at all times of the day. Forever did they pester her and make her sad and angry and hurt. She hated it and wished everything could go back to normal. She didn’t want to live like this anymore. A single tear slipped down her cheek as she stared straight ahead at the dark green wall of the bedroom she shared with Lucius. She blindly let her hand travel to his spot on the bed and felt only empty coldness. She let another tear slid slowly down her cheek. Soon, she was sobbing as she had been accustomed to doing as of recently. She had learned long ago to cry silently and without scrunching her face up. She just sat there, hot tears flowing rapidly from her dull blue eyes. Her eyes had lost that light that used to be there, whenever Lucius had been around. Whenever she saw him every day and every night. That was what she was used to.
She put her head in her hands as she let the tears flow freely. She didn’t care anymore. She really didn’t care who saw her now. Why should she hide it? She sighed through the silent sobs and let her shoulders shake. She wanted her husband back. Was that so much to ask? All she wanted was to be in her beloved’s company as it had used to be. They would wake up each morning in each other’s arms and would share morning greetings with smiles on their faces. They would then get ready for the day and go down to breakfast, sometimes accompanied by Draco and his wife, Sadie. They would then go around the house doing minor things and would spend the day to themselves usually until dinner time. Then they would eat together and adjourn to the sitting room. They would then share the events of their day and sip at fine wine and talk and laugh until about nine o’clock. They would then head upstairs and get ready for bed. This would be followed by more talking until they both fell asleep. Then the new day came and it was started all over again. That was what she wanted back.
Thinking of all this and the questions she thought of all the time made her cry even harder. After some time had gone by, about half an hour, the sobs had finally slowed and then stopped. She was getting used to these prolonged crying spells. She didn’t even bother to wipe the tears away from her cheeks or to make herself look any better. It wasn’t like anyone but the house elves would be seeing her today. She caught movement out of the corner of her eye and looked to see that a house elf had appeared at the door. The little female trembled and squeaked, “Can Libby get Mistress anything?” Narcissa narrowed her eyes at the little elf in a sudden burst of anger. She knew the house elf was innocent but there was no one else to take her anger out on. She threw the covers back and stood up. “Yes, you can get me my husband back!” She screeched and threw a pillow at it. The house elf scurried quickly out of the room as she really didn’t want to experience more of Narcissa’s temper. Cissa’s eyes flashed angrily as she picked up a glass vase from one of the bedside tables and threw it at the wall. It made contact with the solid surface and shattered. She then picked up a bottle of wine and threw it at the wall. It too shattered and fell to the floor, its contents leaving a blood red stain on the green surface.
She sank to the floor in tears again as she let the frustration pour out in her tears. She hated being this weak. Her damn husband had reduced her to this state because of his neglection. She didn’t even hear someone approaching the bedroom door.
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