Post by devil on Jul 25, 2008 12:37:41 GMT -7
Basic Information
Full Name: Lilith Ithelrion
Age: 110, has no memory of the past 90 years.
Gender: Female
Birthday: December 21st
Codename: Used to go by Jersey Devil until she realized there really was one...now she's in between names. Just goes by Lilith.
Classification: Unknown. (She appears to be a race of strange elf, although some of her mannerisms have been equated to an orc or much worse a ghoul. In reality she is a form of elf.)
Abilities:
Shadow Melding - She can use the shadows to blend into her surroundings. She can do a form of teleportation for a very short distance.
Healing Factor - She can heal from any shallow wound, and slashes are especailly easy. Broken bones are tough but can be done, but puncture wounds take the most time. Mortal wounds can be healed if she's given assistance by medical personel. The more serious the wound, the longer it takes. Due to this healing factor, her muscles are able to recover twice as fast as a normal woman, maybe more. Meaning she has the speed and agility of an olympian, and the proportionate strength equivalent to lifting a small car.
Enhanced Senses - She can hear and see more clearly than normal. Why she's no where near the sight of a hawk, she sees further than a human. She can hear especially well, and her reaction time is quicker due to her senses. She can distinguish certain smells and recognize them. Her eyes are equiped for the dark.
Alignment/Occupation: Unknown...
Special Skills: She has the athletic skill of a person who regularly works out, with a very high level in acrobatics. She can see in the dark in consequence of her light sensitive eyes and can deduce a liar by the pheremones they exude. Has a very strong sense of taste, making her the perfect kitchen guinea pig. She's also technologically adept.
Weapons: Her body. Her nails, her teeth, her feet and hands are her weapons. She has knives and a gun but rarely will she use the gun. She has been trained in an art of combat that utilizes a persons entire body.
The Look
Appearance: Conventional is not the word you use when you think of her, its just...a lie. Her hair is a dark reddish color, now at her shoulders. But its her face and skin that are so strange; pointed ears, like an elf, yellow eyes used to living underground...but her skin is a strange palor. It is a ashen blue. Her eyes are almond shaped and her lips are rather full. She isn't that tall and her feet are rather big. She is almost completely lean muscle.
Celebrity: None yet, I still have to figure out the graphics.
Style: She dresses in various styles depending on where she's going. But her normal style of dress when she's in the field is a pair of dark cargo style pants with a pair of black combat style boots. There is a silver chain on one side and either a black tough tie up camisole under a leather jacket or a black three quarter length shirt with a jacket.
It's The Inside That Counts
Personality: Foul tempered, territorial, dour and dark, she is the epiphany of the stereotypical 'dark elf', though its unclear whether she is or not. Her eating habits are apalling, her manners are as well, and the grace she has is in her athletic ability, not in poise and collectiveness that normal elves seem to have. She is secretive in a contradictory way, and has problems dealing with her anger. She's prone to violence and is very volatile towards people she thinks are trying to get in her way. Regardless of this when she does make friends she can try to be loyal, and will fight to the death if she feels her convictions support it.
Likes: At least three or more.
[Eating and cooking]
[Filming documentaries]
[Roaming]
Dislikes: At least three or more.
[Egg salad]
[Being cooped up indoors]
[Day time]
Fears: At least two or more.
[That she's not what she thinks she is.]
[That she'll go blind.]
Weaknesses: At least two or more.
[Light. Her eyes are very light sensitive, this can be used against her.]
[Her own nature. She quickly sabatoges herself. ]
[Blood. It sort of makes her...well...a bit more testy.]
Strengths: Two or three.
[She can see in the dark.]
[She's very athletic.]
[Good with technology]
History:
Lilith had been left alone as a baby, a very strange thing to happen to any elf. It is believed her parents met an unfortunate end. Either way she was raised in a household of elves who happened to be very very positive in their opinion towards humans. But despite their wish that she always did good, it was her ability to be easily influenced that had her thrown with the more seperatist thinking elves. So she began to have more dangerous views. But she never crossed the line between distrust and hatred.
She wasn't ready to make this decision herself, and was very confused witch side she should have; should she wish for a chance for their world to take on the humans? Or should she want peace and treaties? She didn't know, but she was starting to be a bit angry with the strange treatment she got from other elves where she was, considering her strange appearance and much more dour personality. She didn't feel like she fit in, and it would be a fustration for her for the rest of her long life.
The only thing Lilith remembered was waking up in a modern world with no memory of her past or what she was in her nineties, just before she would've reached adult maturity for an elf. Alone, again ostracized and scared she lashed out at people, attacking and mugging them in New Jersey, and using the name Jersey Devil. She adopted an accent in an attempt to fit in but it failed her constantly.
Her story begins in New Jersey, after realizing a real Jersey Devil exists she abandoned the name and now moves from place to place looking for some form of safe haven, angry at the humans and elves and unsure of what she is, she could be a friend or a foe.
The Person Behind It All
Name: Just call me Liz
Age: 21
Gender: Female
RP Experience: This is my second rp ever. My first was an x-men rpg. This place was recommended by Ivy.
RP Sample:
Lilith would crawl out of the sewer coughing and sputtering. That had gone...horribly. And here she was covered in murky water having been washed through New Jersey's sewer system in complete and total darkness. It was nasty, but she'd find something to wash off in soon enough. How did she wind up here? She didn't exactly know but it was downright damn annoying that this seemed to happen. It was like she had the crappiest luck in the world.
Her vocabulary had suffered...yea...
Anyways, she combed her long nailed hands through her dark red hair, now almost black due to the slickness of the sludge. Yellow eyes opened to the night, and letting out a sigh of relief that the flood lights were now out. Light had always been annoying and sometimes painful to her....
And now it was time for her to figure out where she really belonged...