Post by dreamraider on Jun 29, 2007 12:47:46 GMT -5
Name: DreamRaider
Nickname: Raid
Gender: Subductress
Color: Ebony
Alliance: Dark
Disabilities: stubborn XD
Sample Statement: Admin approved
The History
At Birth the femme has found herself neural, A mother of Light and father of Thestral. Quite the pair eh? naw, the sire be a pushy rapist who only kept the other through force. A deep hate was set for her father Athmard even at birth. Her mother Sweet dream was another story, she loved her mother to bits. She was so kind and loving, while she could never say such a thing about her father. He unlike Sweet could never get over the fact that Raid was not a thestral, not even a dark. Pah. Ever since Raid could stand he had tryed to force darkness upon her. First through persuation and fake kindness, You know like "this is the way to be". As he soon found that didnt work he became agressive. Anger was his cure to MAKE her dark. That didnt work eather, Raid took her beating and went to her mothers side as always. Untill one day when Raid turned one Athmard could take no more. He beat her and as she felt the familer pain she was acustmed to she waited for it to stop, it didnt. He kept going untill the younge ess could stand no longer. At this point sweet could take it no longer and stepped in. Being a light she stood little to no chance of winning and soon fell dead. As Raid watched the fight end she could no longer hold onto the small bit of concousness and fell into the faint feeling. As she awoke she found the scene as it had been before. Slowly managing to rise to her flints she peared around. Not bothering to go to her dead mothers side she searched for her father. What he had done was the final straw, he would be finished. Franckly she didnt care if that ment death to her. As a bend around a groove of timber a sigh of anoyance left her. The lupes had found the weakend brute first, now all that remained was some bones and scraped umungst a crimson stain. Torn she left the site only to venture for three long years on her own. Three years of hate, no one would be aloud near her, no one would be let in. Thats was untill shortly after she turned four. Another was met, his name was Rebel. He shared the same hate and confustion as her and with that shared feeling they bonded. When he asked her to join him, for the two to become one she agreed. For several months he was her everything and the hate vanished to revail the kind femme who had once been. Sudenly and with out warning though her left. Left and never returned leaving her once again alone. Too much to bare, she had tried forgiving and it just doesnt work. Never again would she make the mistake, never again.
Physical Look
A small Arabic frame of ebonite color would be the ess. Long locks fall from curved boa and wip almost touches the sod. Harks nearly always lay flat against her skull but once they arise it perfects her form. Gorgous bulk and long slendre flints make her quite eye catching. All ebonite with no white would show her true taint. The opticals are as dark as her from a distance, but one who is close can see they are really a deep brown.
Attitude
Aha here is where the fun begins. The femme is one thats filled with an everlasting hate. Too much has gone wronge in her short life, too much to be forgiven. Stubborn and cocky the smal ess can get on most others nerves, it takes amazing pateince to put up with her. To say more she is very untrusting and desides hate unpon sight. That hate can vanish as it has once in the past, but do anything to lose that trust and pay. A tempter that flares more the sun is a dangerous thing, yet somtimes one can overestimate themselves. Raid seams to belive she is immortal or somthing with the way she wil mouth off to anyone. A good fighter? not really but she belives in her self very very much. Mostly the femme is mixed up with everything, at one point she thought she had it figured out.. but she found out she was wrong.
Nickname: Raid
Gender: Subductress
Color: Ebony
Alliance: Dark
Disabilities: stubborn XD
Sample Statement: Admin approved
The History
At Birth the femme has found herself neural, A mother of Light and father of Thestral. Quite the pair eh? naw, the sire be a pushy rapist who only kept the other through force. A deep hate was set for her father Athmard even at birth. Her mother Sweet dream was another story, she loved her mother to bits. She was so kind and loving, while she could never say such a thing about her father. He unlike Sweet could never get over the fact that Raid was not a thestral, not even a dark. Pah. Ever since Raid could stand he had tryed to force darkness upon her. First through persuation and fake kindness, You know like "this is the way to be". As he soon found that didnt work he became agressive. Anger was his cure to MAKE her dark. That didnt work eather, Raid took her beating and went to her mothers side as always. Untill one day when Raid turned one Athmard could take no more. He beat her and as she felt the familer pain she was acustmed to she waited for it to stop, it didnt. He kept going untill the younge ess could stand no longer. At this point sweet could take it no longer and stepped in. Being a light she stood little to no chance of winning and soon fell dead. As Raid watched the fight end she could no longer hold onto the small bit of concousness and fell into the faint feeling. As she awoke she found the scene as it had been before. Slowly managing to rise to her flints she peared around. Not bothering to go to her dead mothers side she searched for her father. What he had done was the final straw, he would be finished. Franckly she didnt care if that ment death to her. As a bend around a groove of timber a sigh of anoyance left her. The lupes had found the weakend brute first, now all that remained was some bones and scraped umungst a crimson stain. Torn she left the site only to venture for three long years on her own. Three years of hate, no one would be aloud near her, no one would be let in. Thats was untill shortly after she turned four. Another was met, his name was Rebel. He shared the same hate and confustion as her and with that shared feeling they bonded. When he asked her to join him, for the two to become one she agreed. For several months he was her everything and the hate vanished to revail the kind femme who had once been. Sudenly and with out warning though her left. Left and never returned leaving her once again alone. Too much to bare, she had tried forgiving and it just doesnt work. Never again would she make the mistake, never again.
Physical Look
A small Arabic frame of ebonite color would be the ess. Long locks fall from curved boa and wip almost touches the sod. Harks nearly always lay flat against her skull but once they arise it perfects her form. Gorgous bulk and long slendre flints make her quite eye catching. All ebonite with no white would show her true taint. The opticals are as dark as her from a distance, but one who is close can see they are really a deep brown.
Attitude
Aha here is where the fun begins. The femme is one thats filled with an everlasting hate. Too much has gone wronge in her short life, too much to be forgiven. Stubborn and cocky the smal ess can get on most others nerves, it takes amazing pateince to put up with her. To say more she is very untrusting and desides hate unpon sight. That hate can vanish as it has once in the past, but do anything to lose that trust and pay. A tempter that flares more the sun is a dangerous thing, yet somtimes one can overestimate themselves. Raid seams to belive she is immortal or somthing with the way she wil mouth off to anyone. A good fighter? not really but she belives in her self very very much. Mostly the femme is mixed up with everything, at one point she thought she had it figured out.. but she found out she was wrong.