Post by SEVERN on Jul 29, 2011 17:54:34 GMT -5
[/color][/font]I'VE BEEN RE-HYMENATED!
AND THAT, DUDE, WILL NOT ABIDE[/color]
I'm the babe with the power. The power of voodoo.
NAME Severn
AGE 32
DOB February 8th, 1979
SPECIES Half human, half Voodoo
SEXUAL ORIENTATION If it's alive...
ALLEGIANCE Herself, mostly
OCCUPATION Hunter
HOW DO YOU SLEEP AT NIGHT?[/color][/font]
ON SILK SHEETS, ROLLING NAKED IN MONEY[/color]
HAIR
Usually, she keeps it long, falling to her waist in slight waves and curls. Ranging from black to dark brown, she sometimes lets the odd highlight or two slip in, but mostly it stays dark and untouched.
EYES
Ranging from pale silver to solid black to deep red, Sev has the ability shift them depending on her mood. Voodoo, eh? Regardless, they're quite intense and emotion filled. One of her biggest downfalls when she's trying to lie.
PERSONAL STYLE
Ripped jeans, combat boots, leather jackets, dark eyeliner. Think the Stone on tour in the 70's. Some of it is for her own satisfaction, but a lot of it is for Hunting. Cheap stuff that can be easily replaced when she gets shot or stabbed or the like.
PLAY BY Kate Beckinsale
WE SHOULD HAVE ANGRY SEX[/color][/font]
DON'T OBJECTIFY ME. LET'S GO[/color]
LIKES
/ Food, of any kind. She finds it comforting.
/ Old blues music and classic rock.
/ Feeling safe, though that really never happens.
/ The feeling she gets when she's feeding or using her powers.
/ Smoking and drinking, often in excess. It makes her happy without hurting anyone else, which is a rare thing in her life.
DISLIKES
\ The colours pink and yellow. Ugly things that they are.
\ Naive and overly innocent people. They're just stupid.
\ Betrayal. In her mind, there's no reason for it.
\ Being alone, even if it's by choice.
\ Loosing people when she should have been able to save them.
STRENGTHS
- Hunting. It's been her whole life, and she knows a thing or two about the supernatural world.
- Combat. Hand-to-hand, gun fights or otherwise, Sev is ruthless and has had a lifetime of practice.
- Torture, sadly. Often, getting the information she wants is not easy, so she has had to learn to be creative.
WEAKNESSES
~ Using her powers has a huge drain on her, physically and mentally, and it often leaves her a little helpless.
~ Because she doesn't like hurting innocent people, she will usually go to the brink of exhaustion before feeding.
~ Food isn't really necessary, and does nothing to sustain her. So, she does need to feed on the life force of another living thing.
SPECIAL SKILLS
* Shape shifting, from slight changes to her appearance to actually transforming into an animal or the like. However, this is a huge effort on her part, and she may get stuck in that form if she dose not have enough energy left to change back. Very rarely used.
* Regeneration. She can heal just about any wound she gets, but at a very large cost. To do so, she must drain life energy from another living thing, either by drinking blood of sucking it out through a kiss. Even when she does this, it still takes quite some time and she is weak for a while after that.
10 WORDS TO DESCRIBE YOU
1. Unstable 2. Renegade 3. Difficult 4. Different 5. Loyal 6. Challenge 7. Cold 8. Ruthless 9. Headstrong 10. Insane
WHO'S THE HOTTER PSYCHIC?[/color][/font]
PATRICIA ARQUETTE, JENNIFER LOVE HEWITT, OR YOU?[/color]
HOMETOWN New York, New York
PARENTS Lisa Daven and Charles Daven
SIBLINGS None
SIGNIFICANT OTHER None
OFFSPRING Never...
HISTORY
Congratulations Mr and Mrs Daven. It's a baby... something.
Thirty odds years ago, a man and a woman met and they feel terribly in love. They got married, moved to New York, and became a picture perfect couple. Well, except for the sacrifices... and blood rituals... and voodoo... and experimenting with their unborn child. You know, the normal kind of stuff.
You see, Lisa Daven came from a very old creole family. They had spent the better part of all of their lives pursuing the deep secrets of voodoo and hoodoo. Again, normal, apple pie kinda lifestyle. Her husband had also came from a very old voodoo family, and had just moved from New Orleans when they met. Both of them were very frustrated that they could not gain a deeper integration into the loa and the powers there in, so they came up with a plan.
They needed a person who was born of voodoo. It was in their blood, in the most literal sense. Then, accessing the great powers of the dead and the mambo would come so easily. So, they had a baby.
I see you're rather strange. I'm pretty strange myself.
It took a lot of time and research, but eventually they figured out a plan. While Lisa was pregnant, they would preform daily rituals and sometimes blood sacrifices, infusing the unborn child with the loa and the spirit powers that they could invoke. Of course, they both knew the risks that this was posing upon all three of them, but they continued anyway. After all, this might be the key to the most powerful voodoo being that they could control... or maybe not.
So, nine months later, a baby girl popped into the world. Her mother died in childbirth, because everything has a balance. For the next several years, her father was the only source of guidance in her life. They named her Severn, which was an old word that described the boundaries between life and death. How fitting.
Look Daddy, killing is a fine art indeed.
So, she grew up not really knowing that she was different. Special, yes, but not so different. After all, she was home schooled, had very little contact with family and friends, and never traveled farther then a couple blocks from their apartments. Of course, she was always hungry... Not like when you wander around a three in the morning looking for a snack. Seriously hungry.
But, they kept that under control. Her father was constantly making up these thick, overly sweet, pink smoothies. So, she chugged those down in between the constant voodoo lessons, and they made her feel a lot better. Except, one day, that wasn't enough.
Doctor, I feel like I'm going through some changes...
One day, when she had just turned 16, she snapped. Of course, when you're bred from carnal powers of the dead and the loa, having a mental breakdown isn't like other teenagers. Sev lost it. Sometimes, being hungry can just be to much. Of course, it might have something to do with her father finally telling her how she came to be in this world, but... coincidence? Probably not.
So, the long and the short of the story is, she killed him, drained his life, and fled the scene. Over the years, she had learned quite a bit about the darker arts, but nothing about the real world. A crash course was in order.
I promise I won't bite, to much.
The streets are a hard place to start your life. But, with her quick wit and instinct, she managed to not die. Of course, a lot of other people did in the process. Severn gathered up laundry list of corpses and crimes and, mostly monsters. After all, it made sense that there would be other supernatural beings out there, and they weren't as careful as her. So, they got added to the hit list.
Along the way, she has met some other hunters, and hints about her powers have come out. Sometimes, she ends up being hunted. But, the slippery little convict that she is, she's managed to get away every time.
And my blade is sharp.
Of course, Severn loves to listen. And with all of the craziness happening upstairs and downstairs, there been plenty of rumors floating around. End of the world type of deal. So, she riding on the waves of the after shock, killing anything that comes in her path and doing her best to survive.
ARE YOU HUMMING METALLICA?[/color][/font]
IT CALMS ME DOWN[/color]
YOUR NAME/ALIAS Sev or Monster
RP EXPERIENCE Years... it's been over five, and I can't count higher than that. >.>
OTHER CHARACTERS None, yet
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
From another site and character. I'm lazy. =P
Why was it that Gabe always felt cold after a full moon? Was it the fact that he lost all of that insulating fur, perhaps? Regardless, as he trudged home through the early morning, Gabe pulled his jacket tighter around himself. It had been a very long night indeed. Luckily, he had remembered where he had put his clothes this time. A pair of worn old jeans, a button down shirt and fleecy jacket. Digging his hands deep into the pockets of her jacket, Gabe hummed a little tune under his breath as he walked. It was subconscious, really, he just couldn’t help it. The thing was, he was almost happy as of late. His good mood was mostly thanks to two people. Ben and Luna were making him a lot happier then they probably had a right to, but he wasn’t going to stop them any time soon.
Mostly, it was due to Luna. Just thinking about her now made him smile in a dorky, teenage kind of way. She was so amazingly beautiful and perfect; it nearly took his breath away. Plus, in his almost inept array of social judgment tools, he was rather sure that she might share the same feelings, at least a little bit. Either that or she was just being very polite. Honestly, Gabe desperately hopped that it was the first option. Still lost in thought, he didn’t immediately notice anything wrong as he approached the manor. That was, until the scent hit him like a brick wall.
Almost stumbling forward with the shock of it, Gabe pretty much forgot how to breathe for a moment. Luna. That was her blood he smelled, and a lot of it. For a couple of seconds, he couldn’t remember how to do anything. The reasonable part of his brain screamed at him to run, to find her and to help her, but his muscles didn’t seem to want to listen. Finally, after what felt like ages in his head, Gabriel managed to rip himself out of his shocked stupor and sprint towards the manor.
As fast as his legs would carry him, Gabe went pelting through the front doors and skidding down the hallways in his boots. To his horror, blood spatters and steaks led through the deserted corridors to the infirmary. There was no denying it either, that was Luna’s blood. Not really a scent he could forget. Plus, as much as he hopped he was wrong, there was a distinct trace of silver in the air. Like he was running through molasses, Gabe used every last reserve of strength to grab the doorframe and plunge headfirst into the sterile white infirmary.
What he saw there nearly made him break down on the spot. Falling to his knees next to her, Gabe reached out shaking hands and gently slipped them under Luna, trying to roll her over without hurting her anymore. ”Luna, c’mon, stay with me…” he said quietly, in a voice that was strangely calm for the circumstances. To his immense relief, he could still hear a heartbeat, no matter how sluggish it was. But on the other hand, he was sure about the silver smell now. Nearly on the verge of complete panic, Gabe looked up frantically around the room, remembering the antidote for the silver.
Scrambling upwards, he ripped the cabinet open and shoved things aside until he found what he needed. Grabbing the needle, he went back to her while doing his best to keep his emotions in check. Gently pulling her into his arms again, he bit the cap of the needle in his teeth and held her up with his other arm. ”Stay with me Luna, hang in there…” he muttered under his breath, his deep voice nearly catching in his throat. Injecting her carefully, Gabe then discarded the needle on the floor next to him and simply held her, listening very closely to her heart.
IS IT BECAUSE OF MY PERKY NIPPLES?
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