Post by Lunavyre on Jun 30, 2008 21:55:37 GMT
NB: Luna is my first ever character created for RP. I created her when I was 17 and her profile and attitude somewhat reflect that... Admittedly her history lacks the depth that I have instilled in more recent characters but she is still a part of me and never-the-less, a fun character to play.
Her first profile was written when I was 17, I thought it best to update it.
Name: Lunavyre (Loo-na-via)
Age: 800 years
Species: Dark Angel
Profile: Luna stands at 5’4’’ Not exactly tall but her personality makes up for it. She is young and her face shows it, often resembling a pouty teenager. Her skin is ivory white, increasingly defined by the dark clothes she wears. A short black dress, knee high stiletto boots and elbow length fingerless gloves. Her saucer eyes and lips are of deep amethyst framed by long black hair, its purple sheen visible in immediate light. In truth she appears the gothic teenage, with a youthful prettiness and never fading pout.
Other Forms: Luna’s second form is one she is yet to discover. As it stands she can conjure her huge black feathered wings when needed, and long sharp canines if hungry…
Weapons: Always on her person is her dagger. A little ornamental in appearance but effective none the less. It’s hilt set with a sparse sprinkling of tiny jet stones and amethysts, the blade decorated with beautiful and feminine weaving pattern of vines and lilies. Her weapons of choice if threatened, however, are her two hand guns. One angelic, the other its demonic opposite. These can be found holstered in each of her boots, though not always.
Magic: Luna possesses what you might call general witchcraft. She can refill a glass with wine, conjure a roaring fire, even change the weather if her mood allows it. She is not particularly gifted in the ways of battle magic, what’s the need when you can shoot someone with cold hard bullets?
Personality: To many, Luna has only one personality: Moody. She seems to constantly pout or storm about in a strop about something entirely trivial. In truth she is an emotional wreck for most of the time. Her conflicting hate and affection for Draxus leaves her torn and broken for days on end. But on the odd occasion she does decide interact with she can be quite amiable, if not just a tad snappy…
History: Luna was born and bred in the notorious realm of Hell. As a member of the unimportant citizens of its vast city Luna had little to do with politics and power. Her parents were both dark angels and theirs were angels fallen direct from heaven, or at least this is the story Luna knows. Her Mother left her in the care of a white mage, another fallen angel. As for her father, she had never known him. But such was a life in Hell. Not entirely torturous, but certainly not happy either.
The days went by uneventful until a fate that twisted and tore Luna apart was dealt to her. Kidnapped and held in the infamous Hall Of Angels. A creation of the vicious Hell Prince, Damien. Chained, abused and tortured for over two hundred years, a fate very few insignificant angels of Hell avoid, it is perhaps the root of her emotional instability, her need for obsession and her inability to fully love. At last she was released, her tormentors bored, her body tortured beyond its limits and her soul broken beyond repair. Luna was no longer much fun to her captors.
Once again wondering the barren wastes of Hell, Luna spent much of her time a trembling mess until it was obvious she could no longer stay. She began her journey to the eternal portal out of Hell, leading her straight to Midian. Thinking to venture on past Midian, to realms of hope and above all, happiness, Luna quickly discovered she would need to acquire a small wealth before doing so. She got involved with Midian’s vast black market, dealing in the trade of human body parts and organs, no questions asked.
By pure chance she bumped into the Demon, Lord Draxus of the Deviant’s Palace, later given to her as a gift. Of course she knew of him, his reputation was formidable and of course she knew they shared the same home realm. For reasons still unknown to Luna, Draxus seemed kindly and affectionate toward her, suspicious at first she respond viciously. But when he offered her accommodation in the luxurious palace, it made for far better sleeping arrangements than her black market stall… In time Luna came to both love and lust for her Lord and protector, but as a key military figure his almost constant time away from the palace left a bitter hatred within her, the mixing emotions leaving her confused and angry. On the occasions Draxus sees fit to lavish her with attention she is at her happiest. These days Luna spends much of her time skulking about her palace, observing the guests and getting to know them in her own time, on her own terms…
Her first profile was written when I was 17, I thought it best to update it.
Name: Lunavyre (Loo-na-via)
Age: 800 years
Species: Dark Angel
Profile: Luna stands at 5’4’’ Not exactly tall but her personality makes up for it. She is young and her face shows it, often resembling a pouty teenager. Her skin is ivory white, increasingly defined by the dark clothes she wears. A short black dress, knee high stiletto boots and elbow length fingerless gloves. Her saucer eyes and lips are of deep amethyst framed by long black hair, its purple sheen visible in immediate light. In truth she appears the gothic teenage, with a youthful prettiness and never fading pout.
Other Forms: Luna’s second form is one she is yet to discover. As it stands she can conjure her huge black feathered wings when needed, and long sharp canines if hungry…
Weapons: Always on her person is her dagger. A little ornamental in appearance but effective none the less. It’s hilt set with a sparse sprinkling of tiny jet stones and amethysts, the blade decorated with beautiful and feminine weaving pattern of vines and lilies. Her weapons of choice if threatened, however, are her two hand guns. One angelic, the other its demonic opposite. These can be found holstered in each of her boots, though not always.
Magic: Luna possesses what you might call general witchcraft. She can refill a glass with wine, conjure a roaring fire, even change the weather if her mood allows it. She is not particularly gifted in the ways of battle magic, what’s the need when you can shoot someone with cold hard bullets?
Personality: To many, Luna has only one personality: Moody. She seems to constantly pout or storm about in a strop about something entirely trivial. In truth she is an emotional wreck for most of the time. Her conflicting hate and affection for Draxus leaves her torn and broken for days on end. But on the odd occasion she does decide interact with she can be quite amiable, if not just a tad snappy…
History: Luna was born and bred in the notorious realm of Hell. As a member of the unimportant citizens of its vast city Luna had little to do with politics and power. Her parents were both dark angels and theirs were angels fallen direct from heaven, or at least this is the story Luna knows. Her Mother left her in the care of a white mage, another fallen angel. As for her father, she had never known him. But such was a life in Hell. Not entirely torturous, but certainly not happy either.
The days went by uneventful until a fate that twisted and tore Luna apart was dealt to her. Kidnapped and held in the infamous Hall Of Angels. A creation of the vicious Hell Prince, Damien. Chained, abused and tortured for over two hundred years, a fate very few insignificant angels of Hell avoid, it is perhaps the root of her emotional instability, her need for obsession and her inability to fully love. At last she was released, her tormentors bored, her body tortured beyond its limits and her soul broken beyond repair. Luna was no longer much fun to her captors.
Once again wondering the barren wastes of Hell, Luna spent much of her time a trembling mess until it was obvious she could no longer stay. She began her journey to the eternal portal out of Hell, leading her straight to Midian. Thinking to venture on past Midian, to realms of hope and above all, happiness, Luna quickly discovered she would need to acquire a small wealth before doing so. She got involved with Midian’s vast black market, dealing in the trade of human body parts and organs, no questions asked.
By pure chance she bumped into the Demon, Lord Draxus of the Deviant’s Palace, later given to her as a gift. Of course she knew of him, his reputation was formidable and of course she knew they shared the same home realm. For reasons still unknown to Luna, Draxus seemed kindly and affectionate toward her, suspicious at first she respond viciously. But when he offered her accommodation in the luxurious palace, it made for far better sleeping arrangements than her black market stall… In time Luna came to both love and lust for her Lord and protector, but as a key military figure his almost constant time away from the palace left a bitter hatred within her, the mixing emotions leaving her confused and angry. On the occasions Draxus sees fit to lavish her with attention she is at her happiest. These days Luna spends much of her time skulking about her palace, observing the guests and getting to know them in her own time, on her own terms…