Post by Andrei Ryder on Aug 16, 2015 6:06:53 GMT
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Age:
Birthday:
Species:
Sex:
Family:
Abilities:
Supernatural Limitations:
WEAKNESS: Cannot harm an innocent.
WEAKNESS: Must either feed on guilt or return to Hell to regain strength.
WEAKNESS: Aversion to Holy Objects.
WEAKNESS: Personal Aversion to Sunlight
WEAKNESS: When his steed is wounded, so is he.
Character History:
"One kiss, my bonny sweetheart; I'm after a prize tonight,
But I shall be back with the yellow gold before the morning light.
Yet if they press me sharply, and harry me through the day,
Then look for me by moonlight,
Watch for me by moonlight,
I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way."
It had been far too long since I had seen my sweet Bess... and yet I could do nothing but remember that night. I had been riding back to the Inn where we had first met to show her all that I had reaped from the nights ventures. I could think of nothing but her gorgeous, silky hair playing softly in the breeze, her pale skin and wide, brown eyes glowing in the moonlight.
He stood upright in the stirrups; he scarce could reach her hand,
But she loosened her hair in the casement!
His face burnt like a brand
As the sweet black waves of perfume came tumbling o'er his breast,
Then he kissed its waves in the moonlight
(O sweet black waves in the moonlight!),
And he tugged at his reins in the moonlight, and galloped away to the west.
And then... I had heard the shot. Though I could not tell who the sweet figure was at the time, I knew that someone had given themselves over to death by a hot bullet... and I knew, in that same moment, that it had been that very person who had saved my life from certain death. A trap had been set, and somehow it had been sprung before I could walk into it. It was by this person's hand alone that I was alive. I turned, galloping away on Noir, the companion who had been with me on every nightly thievery... the horse of the Highwayman.
He turned, he spurred to the West; he did not know who stood
Bowed, with her head o'er the casement,
drenched in her own red blood!
Not till the dawn did he hear it, and his face grew grey to hear
How Bess, the landlord's daughter,
The landlord's black-eyed daughter,
Had watched for her love in the moonlight,
and died in the darkness there.
It was only the morning after that I had learned the gruesome truth of what had happened. Madness overtook me in that moment. My Bess, my sweet Bess who had never done a thing to harm a soul in this world... she was dead, and I could do nothing but to think that it was my fault. That madness turned to the color crimson, and it completely obscured my vision. I could do nothing but think of vengeance. The gold forgotten on the counter of the very pub that I had been sitting in when learning this news, I took to the roads, galloping Noir full force. There was no logic to my thoughts, no reason... there was only Bess... my sweet Bess... and everything that I would never have again with the lose of the light in her eyes. I had no life. I had nothing left by the vengeance in my heart at the thought of how frightened she must have been... and how brave she still was to pull that trigger to save my very life.
It was this blind madness that led to my downfall. I saw nothing but crimson blood... and because of this, I missed the crimson coat of the man that shot me down. The pain in my chest from the bullet was nothing in comparison to the pain that I felt over the loss of my sweet Bonny Sweetheart...
Back, he spurred like a madman, shrieking a curse to the sky,
With the white road smoking behind him and his rapier brandished high!
Blood-red were his spurs in the golden noon, wine-red was his velvet coat
When they shot him down in the highway, Down like a dog in the highway,
And he lay in his blood in the highway, with the bunch of lace at his throat.
As I laid there dying, I grasped desperately for anything... anything that would let me avenge Bess. I called out to the very sky as blood poured from my mouth to spatter against my face, "Take me then! Damn you! Take me, but I will be back! I swear it on my very soul! Lucifer! Do you hear me, you devil! Let me kill these men! Let me avenge my sweet Bess... and I will be your servant! I will be your vessel of vengeance for all eternity! Damn you! DAMN ME!"
And I thought that was all...
For a moment, there was blackness as I slipped into death, and then there was a laugh. A vicious laugh that filled my senses. There were words when I thought that there would be nothing-I had hoped, in dying, that I would at least see Bess one more time, her sweet and gentle smile... and yet... yet....
"Wish Granted. You are my Highwayman now. Rise up and kill those f***ers... and then start your life anew... a demon of vengeance. You bring the souls of the damned to me!"
Breath filled my lungs once more, and yet on the back of my tongue, I could taste brimstone... my eyes opened, a wicked black... and I knew without a doubt that I would have my revenge. I thought nothing of the repercussions of my bargin with the devil. Instead I stood in a flash of speed that was preternatural... my hand crashed through a chest... and I held a bare heart in my palm, crushing it as the redcoat looked on. I turned to Noir-as my hand laid against him, I saw my own blood burning against his coat... I saw it sink in... and I saw as my steeds eyes turned crimson. The next week was nothing but a bloodbath.
Every man who had been a part of Bess's death died in a wash of crimson, by blade, by bullet... by my own bare hands. I gave no mercy to them. Each time one died, I felt more strength inside of me, more savage joy... and yet, each time.... I saw a flash of Bess's eyes... and I knew that I would never see my love again. The rest was a blur. I was the devil's dog. On my steed, I rode the night and killed all who thought to harm sweet women... rapists, murderers, abusing spouses... I was blind to mercy-I took their lives and rode their souls to Hell. Time passed this way until I knew nothing of the date, nothing of the time. I only knew the was of blood... and the memory of Bess as she held me close and kissed my lips softly. That ribbon that she had loosened from her hair long ago was wrapped round my wrist like a tattoo... forever melded to my skin. It was my only tangible proof that she had ever existed... my sweet Bess...
What brings you to New Orleans?
Personality Strengths:
Personality Weaknesses:
Role Play Example:
Andrei Ryder
Age:
Two and a half centuries, give or take.
Birthday:
August 14th, 1755
Species:
Vengeance Demon
Sex:
Male
Family:
Long since dead.
Abilities:
SKILL: Andrei is very skilled in horseback riding and in combat, both hand to hand and with weaponry such as a rapier and guns.
SKILL: Though he does not like to admit it, he is also skilled with a guitar, and finds himself taking pleasure in playing in the rare moments of freedom that he does experience.
SKILL: Demonic powers of transportation, control of flames, ability to morph into his demonic form, ability to conjure weapons, ability to call his Nightmare (steed) Noir, ability to shift his shape, ability to read minds.
SKILL: Demonic form includes fangs, claws, power to throw flames, power to smother individuals in darkness, and power to reap souls by forcing the darkest secrets and vilest things that a person has done back into an individuals mind.
SKILL: Though he does not like to admit it, he is also skilled with a guitar, and finds himself taking pleasure in playing in the rare moments of freedom that he does experience.
SKILL: Demonic powers of transportation, control of flames, ability to morph into his demonic form, ability to conjure weapons, ability to call his Nightmare (steed) Noir, ability to shift his shape, ability to read minds.
SKILL: Demonic form includes fangs, claws, power to throw flames, power to smother individuals in darkness, and power to reap souls by forcing the darkest secrets and vilest things that a person has done back into an individuals mind.
Supernatural Limitations:
WEAKNESS: Cannot harm an innocent.
WEAKNESS: Must either feed on guilt or return to Hell to regain strength.
WEAKNESS: Aversion to Holy Objects.
WEAKNESS: Personal Aversion to Sunlight
WEAKNESS: When his steed is wounded, so is he.
Character History:
"One kiss, my bonny sweetheart; I'm after a prize tonight,
But I shall be back with the yellow gold before the morning light.
Yet if they press me sharply, and harry me through the day,
Then look for me by moonlight,
Watch for me by moonlight,
I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way."
It had been far too long since I had seen my sweet Bess... and yet I could do nothing but remember that night. I had been riding back to the Inn where we had first met to show her all that I had reaped from the nights ventures. I could think of nothing but her gorgeous, silky hair playing softly in the breeze, her pale skin and wide, brown eyes glowing in the moonlight.
He stood upright in the stirrups; he scarce could reach her hand,
But she loosened her hair in the casement!
His face burnt like a brand
As the sweet black waves of perfume came tumbling o'er his breast,
Then he kissed its waves in the moonlight
(O sweet black waves in the moonlight!),
And he tugged at his reins in the moonlight, and galloped away to the west.
And then... I had heard the shot. Though I could not tell who the sweet figure was at the time, I knew that someone had given themselves over to death by a hot bullet... and I knew, in that same moment, that it had been that very person who had saved my life from certain death. A trap had been set, and somehow it had been sprung before I could walk into it. It was by this person's hand alone that I was alive. I turned, galloping away on Noir, the companion who had been with me on every nightly thievery... the horse of the Highwayman.
He turned, he spurred to the West; he did not know who stood
Bowed, with her head o'er the casement,
drenched in her own red blood!
Not till the dawn did he hear it, and his face grew grey to hear
How Bess, the landlord's daughter,
The landlord's black-eyed daughter,
Had watched for her love in the moonlight,
and died in the darkness there.
It was only the morning after that I had learned the gruesome truth of what had happened. Madness overtook me in that moment. My Bess, my sweet Bess who had never done a thing to harm a soul in this world... she was dead, and I could do nothing but to think that it was my fault. That madness turned to the color crimson, and it completely obscured my vision. I could do nothing but think of vengeance. The gold forgotten on the counter of the very pub that I had been sitting in when learning this news, I took to the roads, galloping Noir full force. There was no logic to my thoughts, no reason... there was only Bess... my sweet Bess... and everything that I would never have again with the lose of the light in her eyes. I had no life. I had nothing left by the vengeance in my heart at the thought of how frightened she must have been... and how brave she still was to pull that trigger to save my very life.
It was this blind madness that led to my downfall. I saw nothing but crimson blood... and because of this, I missed the crimson coat of the man that shot me down. The pain in my chest from the bullet was nothing in comparison to the pain that I felt over the loss of my sweet Bonny Sweetheart...
Back, he spurred like a madman, shrieking a curse to the sky,
With the white road smoking behind him and his rapier brandished high!
Blood-red were his spurs in the golden noon, wine-red was his velvet coat
When they shot him down in the highway, Down like a dog in the highway,
And he lay in his blood in the highway, with the bunch of lace at his throat.
As I laid there dying, I grasped desperately for anything... anything that would let me avenge Bess. I called out to the very sky as blood poured from my mouth to spatter against my face, "Take me then! Damn you! Take me, but I will be back! I swear it on my very soul! Lucifer! Do you hear me, you devil! Let me kill these men! Let me avenge my sweet Bess... and I will be your servant! I will be your vessel of vengeance for all eternity! Damn you! DAMN ME!"
And I thought that was all...
For a moment, there was blackness as I slipped into death, and then there was a laugh. A vicious laugh that filled my senses. There were words when I thought that there would be nothing-I had hoped, in dying, that I would at least see Bess one more time, her sweet and gentle smile... and yet... yet....
"Wish Granted. You are my Highwayman now. Rise up and kill those f***ers... and then start your life anew... a demon of vengeance. You bring the souls of the damned to me!"
Breath filled my lungs once more, and yet on the back of my tongue, I could taste brimstone... my eyes opened, a wicked black... and I knew without a doubt that I would have my revenge. I thought nothing of the repercussions of my bargin with the devil. Instead I stood in a flash of speed that was preternatural... my hand crashed through a chest... and I held a bare heart in my palm, crushing it as the redcoat looked on. I turned to Noir-as my hand laid against him, I saw my own blood burning against his coat... I saw it sink in... and I saw as my steeds eyes turned crimson. The next week was nothing but a bloodbath.
Every man who had been a part of Bess's death died in a wash of crimson, by blade, by bullet... by my own bare hands. I gave no mercy to them. Each time one died, I felt more strength inside of me, more savage joy... and yet, each time.... I saw a flash of Bess's eyes... and I knew that I would never see my love again. The rest was a blur. I was the devil's dog. On my steed, I rode the night and killed all who thought to harm sweet women... rapists, murderers, abusing spouses... I was blind to mercy-I took their lives and rode their souls to Hell. Time passed this way until I knew nothing of the date, nothing of the time. I only knew the was of blood... and the memory of Bess as she held me close and kissed my lips softly. That ribbon that she had loosened from her hair long ago was wrapped round my wrist like a tattoo... forever melded to my skin. It was my only tangible proof that she had ever existed... my sweet Bess...
What brings you to New Orleans?
Guilt, always guilt.
Personality Strengths:
Intelligent, musically inclined, very loyal once you prove you deserve it.
Personality Weaknesses:
Quick to Anger. Sensitive about Bess. Strong willed.
Role Play Example:
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will try to get a reply ASAP @davina. And btw, have you seen the way I write? I'm worried that I might be too weird.
Just let me remember my username and password -_-'