Post by siren on Nov 10, 2012 21:37:25 GMT 1
Playby: Karlie Kloss
Name: Erika Rose
Age: 20
Sex: Female
Sexual Orientation: HeteroSexual
Species: Phantom
Physical Description: Erika is average height at about 5'5 and she is light weight. Most of her weight is compact muscle; she is constantly eating because of her high metabolism. Her hair is long and thick, falling down to her hips. It's layered and wavy, and it always looks perfect. She wears it down almost religiously. It is a light, soft brown in color, and it shines with even the slightest bit of light. Hey eyes are captivating, a light grey in color. They reflect everything, much like a mirror. Her eyes are framed by long, thick lashes, and dramatic, but fitting eyebrows. Her creamy pale skin has a natural pink tinged around her cheeks and her full pink lips are constantly smiling. She has pale brows that are usually sharply downcast over her uniquely shaded eyes as the young woman is of a thoughtful persona.
Attitude: Erika isn't an all-around quiet girl. While maybe she's not chatting every chance she gets, or shouting at random opportune moments, the girl participates in conversations that involve her, and that she at least has a say in or opinion on. Idle chit chat and small talk comes naturally, and Erika isn't afraid to be the first one to approach someone who looked at least interesting, albeit a moment or two of hesitation. She tries her best not to upset others, and at least doesn't set out to get on everyone's nerves. Yet if she does happen to, her initial thoughts are to simply let them be. Convincing people to do things they don't want in general never suits well with her, although not just because of morals or beliefs.
Abilities: Erika is Immortal. Her life is a vague shadow of her current being. She is obsessed with music, and it with her. She has the ability to captivate and mesmerize anyone with the harmonious quality of her voice. She would be what some considered a siren.
Weaknesses: She has a blind devotion to music and those who compose it. She would risk everything to be near someone that possesses a beautiful or unique voice. Due to this she is constantly placed in edgy or dangerous situations. The young woman is also tender of heart and becomes quite attached to those who catches her attention. This sort of loyalty can be deadly in the current time and age.
History: Erika's history is vague and unsubstantial when called upon. Only a few distinct years of her life present themselves to her in order to be reminisced. At a young age the girl grew up on the sandy shores of a small island. Her home was composed of alabaster shores and sparkling waves of unabridged intensity of azures and darker navy as far as the eye could see. She spent her days lounging beneath palm trees and scavenging for the large jewel like fruits which was abundant in the forested halve of this paradise. Her mother was the lone survivor of the ship wreck which had landed them there on the island, and did her best to raise the ambitious child. Erika had a talent for song and her voice could calm even the most irritated or angst of beasts. For years her and her mother had attempted to get rescued from the island, her mother more so. Erika's routine life was shattered when her mother passed away due to old age and depression. By then the young pudgy child had blossomed into a beautiful adolescent and was left alone and heartbroken on an island that suddenly seemed to big.
It was during this time that by an ironic twist of fate, a ship happened by. Erika had been alone for so long that she had sunk into a depression that nothing but the sound of her own voice could lift. She had been neglectful of the fire and the ship would have passed by without any clue towards the woman inhabiting it had it not been for a catch of her song carried by the breeze. The captain and crew found themselves almost painfully wrenched of their own will to become instead infatuated with the humming notes reverberating through the sea misted air. So captivated were they that they ran their ship into the rocks. When Ericka heard the screams of the injured and dying she was horrified if not a bit curious towards the reason for their wreck and inevitable deaths. After a few more ship wrecks only a mere moments after her song had begun, the young woman began to catch on.
At the ripe age of seventeen she managed to catch the attention of yet another ship by means of fire rather than song. Once secured the ship continued on it's route to London. Erika was drawn inexplicably towards a magnificent opera house located near the docks as soon as she set foot from the ship. For years she lived and prospered, collecting jewels and pendants as well as brightly colored baubles. The most profound treasure of all were the men and women who would come forth to sing and act for audiences of thousands. This mesmerizing life she had now led was destroyed at the onslaught of fiery attacks, causing the woman to pack up a few mere of her belongings and flee. She managed to catch a ship to America, she arrived on the dawn of her twentieth birthday.
Rule Code Word: Captain Jack Harkness, STOP IT!, What? Can't I say hi to anyone?
Species Code Word: Masquerade
Clarification Code Word: FireFly
Citizens Laws and Vampire Laws Code Words: Vampires do not attack innocent humans
Rp Sample: The forest loomed out of the dark, looking startlingly like a crouching beast ready to swallow anyone who dared come through. The Moon rested on its throne in the sky, casting a silvery light upon the world below. Under the moons glow the harsh edges of the world were softened and the trees were outlined in Silver. Although it made everything softer it also made the shadows darker and the spots hidden under roots and concealed by darkness appeared deeper. The very night air seemed to hum with tension. Something was about to happen, something big. Suddenly the silence is broken by the pounding of footsteps. A slim girl carrying a lantern appeared out of the darkness and made her way at a run towards the forest. Her creamy pale skin seemed to emit a soft glow in the inky darkness. Troubled gray eyes searched the darkness as she stumbles on through the forest. The girl seemed to be searching for something in this dreary place. She wasn't sure what it was but a cold pit of fear had twisted itself in deep in her gut as she continued her fruitless search for help. Her hands trailed along the tree trunks as she ran and the light bobbed up and down with every stride. Suddenly the urgency of this search seemed to heighten as she sensed something following her. A cold breeze sprang up, whipping her clothes about her and causing the flame to flicker wildly as she ran. The shadows leaped and danced in the wavering light, causing the girl to tremble with fright as the shadows moved wildly about her seeming to change into different forms and shapes in front of her fearful eyes. Suddenly the wind whipped up into a powerful gust causing the flame to gutter out and the trees to howl with its fierceness. As the darkness closed in she stumbled over a root and landed on her knees on the soft ground. She attempted to stand but something soared through the night. It was darker than the natural darkness that surrounded them and the shadows seemed to cling to it like a second skin. Glowing sulfuric orbs shone through the darkness, pinning her to the spot with a fiery glare. Gasping the girl fell backwards. Gray eyes snapped upwards instinctively to follow the movement as the beast descended upon her with wicked points of ivory hues and sterile tips of abundant fur winking deviously in the meek moonlight.
It was as this time that the young battered woman opened her mouth to resort to the final defense and most powerful of all her attempts to loose her perpetrator. Whereas humans or even supernatural would unleash screams or curses to permit their emotion to its full potential, the girl sang. It was a breathy sound that only grew stronger in the response of fear and overwhelming adrenaline shaking her to the core in a mechanism for defense of her bodies frozen position in the eye of danger. Her eyes narrowed to perceive the stiffening of muscle and the straining of tendons as the Lycan was halted mid stride to instead attempt to prevail against the soul binding lyrical whims of a desperate girl's whim. With trembling arms the girl pushed herself upon her feet, watching all the while as the beasts sulfuric eyes lost the mist of joy and gained the hostile sharpness of a new found fear. It could neither move nor react when Erika slowly removed an object from the sheath at her hip. The moonlit briefly illuminated the sterling silver of her chosen weapon as she advanced upon the captivated monster. The roles of prey and predator were now reversed. As Erika slowly stalked forward, throat pulsating with the energy of her unleashed ferocity, she crouched down fearlessly to stare into the beast's eyes one final time. Being a Phantom constantly had her in compromising situations. It also got her out of them. As the song cut off in accordance with the downward angle of her blade the young woman couldn't help but once more perceive this gift as more of a curse.
