Post by cienna on Jul 19, 2011 7:26:53 GMT
CIENA JADE AVERAY !?
'she's such a charmer, oh no.'
'she's such a charmer, oh no.'
hey there! so, tell us all about you... let's start off with the basics. what do we need to know?
"You want my name, do you? Ciena Jade Averay. Don't wear it out. I was born on the 1st of November in the year of 1664. So how old does that make me? That's right - 347 years old. Impressive, huh? Well, no, I suppose not - I've met many far older than I am. Still, it's not exactly normal to come across a 347 year old stuck in a 22 year old body. I am what they call a "fallen angel." We're looked down on, by many - but do I care? No. So maybe I got tired of taking orders. Maybe I grew a little bit too fascinated with a couple of humans. Maybe I put up too many fights with the other guardian angels. I just couldn't help it. They used to tell me I needed to learn to keep myself under control - but really, why on earth would I go and do a thing like that? Self-control is just bloody ridiculous, if you ask me. Just imagine all the fun you could have out of control.
What side, now? Well, my side of course. My side being the side that really couldn't give less of a damn. I suppose that would be neutral. Wars are just tiresome, if you ask me. I don't care who's fighting - just leave me alone, let me finish this cigarette."
so, a little birdy told me that you're pretty gorgeous... describe yourself.
"Tanned skin, long hair a medium to dark shade of brown and I suppose I'm average height for a woman, these days. Perhaps, even above average. Back in my day, this was tall. But unfortunately, evolution tends to happen. My eyes are a dark brown - nothing special there - and I was lucky enough to inherit my mother's physique - quite slim, with curves in all the right places. As for my personal style, it changes with my mood. I'm most comfortable in something modest - something a woman back in my day would wear. However, I do like a bit of adventure and excitement sometimes, so occasionally I try out something modern.
No tattoos or piercings. And thank God, I've no other horrible scars apart from the two down my back..."
(PLAY BY: Solenn Heussaff)
i'm sure that your personality is something else completely, tell me all about your self, can't wait to hear it!
"Ridiculously cynical and painfully sarcastic is what I've heard them say. Though despite the truth in that, I daresay I can be rather charming at times. Even in life, I despised being told what to do. It never much mattered what I thought was right - if someone expected me to do something, I almost always ended up doing the exact opposite. I was born stubborn, and died stubborn.
I've always loved music. All kinds, really - I've come to appreciate it all - but the cry of a violin always gets to me. I love walking the night, listening to a violin in the distance, flooding what he can of the streets with his calls, his cries. There is little that is more beautiful than this. I love a good glass of wine too. Perhaps, even too accompany the violin music! Ooh, in fact how 'bout some right now? No? Well, fine. I do like to people-watch. After everything I've been through - death, onwards - there's something bittersweet about watching those who still have no idea what's to come. I love the stars and the night sky - sometimes I lay for hours just watching them, wishing I could fly beyond them.
I wonder what the world has come to, most of the time. People evolve, cultures evolve - not always for the better. Romance is now just a cheesy cliche, and a horrible movie with really bad acting. Women prance around half-naked, and gentlemen are an endangered species. I dislike obnoxious young humans who think they know it all, as well as the language they often use - vulgar, and sometimes not even coherent. Perhaps, that's just me being old-fashioned and self-righteous - but really, how is anybody else not bothered by the fact people won't use more than two brain cells to communicate? Like I said earlier, I dislike being told what to do, and just authority in general. It is my firm belief that rules are only made to be broken.
I'm an incredibly quick thinker, and surely, I need not mention that I am rather clever? Have you gathered that, already? Well, probably. I like to think I've mastered the art of manipulation. I'm determined, and do whatever it takes to get what I want. I'm fiercely loyal to those who deserve my loyalty, and those who return it. I'm the person you call when you need to bury a body. I'm the person you can trust your deepest, darkest secret with. I don't mind the skeletons in your closet. In fact, I think they should be embraced. Call them out, ask them to come and play...
Weaknesses? Oh, I have none of those!
Alright, I clearly haven't fooled you. My short-term memory is rather terrible. I can tell you what I had for breakfast on the morning I died 325 years ago, but I couldn't tell you what I was wearing yesterday. Also, I tend to hold grudges. Forgiveness is... well, it's difficult. When wronged, I never forget. Lies haunt me, and I can never turn the other cheek. Revenge is my best friend. She's done a lot for me, in life and in death.
I have a rather annoying staring habit. I see something fascinating or amusing, and I take it all in, bit by bit. I have all the time in the world, after all. There is no reason for me to overlook any little thing. Most people don't like being stared at however, so I've learned to snap myself out of it, when needed. I've also been told I look extremely angry when I'm merely thinking deeply to myself. I get shifty-eyed too, occasionally, when trying to make a decision.
This is a total cliche and I know it - I fear being alone for the rest of eternity. I mean, who doesn't, right? I've watched humans grow and die for over three centuries now. I long for something immortal. Something that lasts. I long to be close to somebody else - whether romantic or simply friendly, I don't mind - and yet I also fear that very thing. I suppose this counts as my secret and my deepest desire - I've never told anyone, and don't really intend to, any time soon. I like to give off the impression that I am perfectly fine with solitude. I like to keep people fooled - it fools me, for a moment, as well.
Religion has never been much use to me. I find it interesting, like most things, but I could never truly identify with a single religion. I've tried it all, believe me, because I've had the time, and every single one was a cage. Like I said, I could never live by anyone's rules, but my own. And hell, even those are broken from time to time."
i would love to hear about your past, i'm sure it's oh so interesting...
"I was born to an Englishman and an Indian Gypsy during a period when many of them were flocking into Europe from their own country. They were madly in love with each other, till death, and I was their only child. My father's family never approved of interracial marriage, interracial couples or interracial anything, really. They thought my mother's blood - and therefore, my blood - dirty, as did most of the English in the town I grew up in.
Although, I knew men to find me attractive, they were always somewhat scared to have anything to do with me. I was "that mixed blooded girl" to many. I was like a pretty little bird to their eyes. Nice to look at, but by no means an equal. My gender, by default, already put me one step below them, my mixed blood only brought me farther down. Still, men can never keep their eyes to themselves, can never keep their desires in their pants, and so that was all I was ever was to them.
It was at the hands of my first real lover that I met my end in 1686. Our relationship was a secret, of course. And who was I to argue that it be revealed? I was grateful enough to have a man willing to keep me company for more than just one night. I silently thought to myself it was love, but I now know it was the farthest thing from that. He spoke sweet words to me at night behind closed doors, but out in the daylight, he was no different to the others, calling me by derogative names just to keep up appearances.
On June the 13th in 1686, he had been out with his group of obnoxious idiot friends, drinking till the lines were blurred. Drinking till death was laughable. Out for a walk in the night, I came across them as they made their way to their homes. They thought it would be a good idea to have a little "fun" with me.
Cutting a long story short and leaving out the graphic details, the man I thought had loved me chose his reputation over my life. I died from suffocation, and was found a week later, in a swamp behind a church.
So if I come across a little paranoid, a little mistrustful and suspicious, know I have this reason. Because when the man you love plays such a vital part in your murder, the betrayal leaves a scar far deeper than those on my back. In every way, it is worse than the murder itself.
Is that interesting enough for you?"
who is the amazing mastermind behind the likes of you?
Hello there. My real name is Sara, and I currently have no other characters on this site. I live in San Francisco, CA, my time zone being PDT -7. A random fact about me? I'm most creative when I'm listening to Deftones. Also, I create characters based on the different sides of myself, as I think most writers do.Michael supposed it could have been worse. It could have... well, not been a pretty girl. "I am dreadfully sorry," he told her, truthfully, eyes now taking in her face, which was very familiar. It was a matter of seconds before he was finally able to put her face to a memory. Morag, he thought her name was - someone from his own house, who he'd passed by on a number of occasions in the common room but had never once spoken to. He glanced down at the book in his hands once, before snapping it shut. He wouldn't be impolite, especially not to her. He would resume his reading later.
Since she wasn't fuming about how much of an idiot he was and how he should be more careful about where he was going, he allowed a smile to grace his features. "Lovecraft," he said, simply, in response, raising the small hardback book quickly for her to catch a glimpse of the cover. "A new favourite, I think. Very worth it, now that I see I haven't bruised you or done you any harm." He let his words sit for a moment, before furrowing his eyebrows, worriedly. “I, uh… haven't, have I?"
