Post by tro on May 27, 2008 18:09:43 GMT -8
Name: Tro Sturte
Nicknames: Tro
Age: Changed at age 18, now 67
Gender:
Type: Vampire (please? Wow. Sounding like a noob)
Power: Can heal wounds with thoughts (depends on situation. Cuts/broken bones but not cancer)
Personality: Shy, but bouncy and happy when you get to know her
Appearance: 5'0, slender. Vegetarian, so gold eyes. Blonde hair to shoulders. Very petite.
History: Comes from Alberta, Canada. Grew up on a farm, and was riding when attacked by a vampire. She turned, and ran with him until she wanted to explore by herself.
Role-Play Sample: Tro walked quickly towards to the mahogany building.
I'm seventeen, seventeen, she thought quickly. She pressed her slender fingers to her temples, and rubbed gingerly.
The school lured before her, and she entered 'H2.' Girls whispered and squealed around the room, and the boys rested against the desks. Some of them mingled, but Tro paid no attention. She caught her breath, and walked by a group of seniors who smelt quite appealing. When she managed to finally make it into her home room, she sat in the back row, in the corner. She hoped no one would sit beside her, as she had for the last how many years she had been going to high school.
Tro had managed to find a fatherly vampire, that acted as a architect. They moved every so often though, avoiding suspicion. Once in a while, Tro would slip, and press her mouth to a human...
"Tro? Tell the new students about yourself?" the teacher beckoned.
My shoulders shlunched in as she walked to the front of the class. She looked at Mr. T pleadingly. He didn't understand the look though and said, "Go ahead. Don't be shy."
I am shy! she growled in her head.
"Er, ah..." she stuttered. "I'm, I'm... T-t-t-ro. Tro Sturte."
A few girls giggled in the back, and Tro glared with pitch black eyes at them before blushing. They hushed quiet, at least.
"And, what else?" Mr. T asked.
I'm a vampire, Tro thought. She choked on a chuckle.
"My bro-dad, my dad." Stop acting like an idiot! He's not your brother here! she thought angrily. "My dad is an architect."
Tro stopped, and hoped Mr. T would release her.
"Go back to your seat Tro," he said, and she skittered off. She gasped when a boy smelt faintly wonderful. I could, slip... she thought. But then they would have to leave. Again.
Nicknames: Tro
Age: Changed at age 18, now 67
Gender:
Type: Vampire (please? Wow. Sounding like a noob)
Power: Can heal wounds with thoughts (depends on situation. Cuts/broken bones but not cancer)
Personality: Shy, but bouncy and happy when you get to know her
Appearance: 5'0, slender. Vegetarian, so gold eyes. Blonde hair to shoulders. Very petite.
History: Comes from Alberta, Canada. Grew up on a farm, and was riding when attacked by a vampire. She turned, and ran with him until she wanted to explore by herself.
Role-Play Sample: Tro walked quickly towards to the mahogany building.
I'm seventeen, seventeen, she thought quickly. She pressed her slender fingers to her temples, and rubbed gingerly.
The school lured before her, and she entered 'H2.' Girls whispered and squealed around the room, and the boys rested against the desks. Some of them mingled, but Tro paid no attention. She caught her breath, and walked by a group of seniors who smelt quite appealing. When she managed to finally make it into her home room, she sat in the back row, in the corner. She hoped no one would sit beside her, as she had for the last how many years she had been going to high school.
Tro had managed to find a fatherly vampire, that acted as a architect. They moved every so often though, avoiding suspicion. Once in a while, Tro would slip, and press her mouth to a human...
"Tro? Tell the new students about yourself?" the teacher beckoned.
My shoulders shlunched in as she walked to the front of the class. She looked at Mr. T pleadingly. He didn't understand the look though and said, "Go ahead. Don't be shy."
I am shy! she growled in her head.
"Er, ah..." she stuttered. "I'm, I'm... T-t-t-ro. Tro Sturte."
A few girls giggled in the back, and Tro glared with pitch black eyes at them before blushing. They hushed quiet, at least.
"And, what else?" Mr. T asked.
I'm a vampire, Tro thought. She choked on a chuckle.
"My bro-dad, my dad." Stop acting like an idiot! He's not your brother here! she thought angrily. "My dad is an architect."
Tro stopped, and hoped Mr. T would release her.
"Go back to your seat Tro," he said, and she skittered off. She gasped when a boy smelt faintly wonderful. I could, slip... she thought. But then they would have to leave. Again.
