Post by Jade Wainwright on Sept 14, 2006 4:47:22 GMT -5
Name: Jade Wainwright
Occupation: Blood Mage
Nationality: Irish
Height: 5'8
Weight: 120lbs
Age: Looks: 18, Actual 146
Hair Color: Strawberry blonde
Eye Color: Butterscotch when sated, Black when hungry. Her eyes change depending on how hungry she is. They range from a rich butterscotch to a deep pitch black. So the tone of her eyes will allow those close to her to know just how hungry she is and how close she is to needing to feed.
Appearance:
Very pale skin adorns the woman. Her skin is nearly white almost albino some would say but then her eyes and hair color defeat that theory. Her touch his cold as no blood runs through her veins. Yet, alive she is, or so it seems. Her skin is flawless, not a scratch on her, it is fine and silken. If you can get past the cold feeling of her skin you would realize just how luxurious it really is. Her eyes change as stated above depending on her need to feed. Her hair is a soft and silken strawberry blonde that falls down past her hips. It is well cared for and is usually the same length only changing it depending on current styles but she knows all too well that styles come and go and come again so normally it is kept long. Her height is definatly something of an anomaly as it isn't too normal for girls to be 5'8. Yet, it somewhat sets her apart. Jade is achingly beautiful. After being changed from human to vampire it only made her much more beautiful than before. Models are put to shame next to her beauty and in fact she has been scouted yet oddly never takes any of the jobs. Though she cannot see herself in a mirror or reflection it doesn't mean she doesn't take great care of herself.
Personality: Having been around for a century and a half she has experienced many things in life. Yet, she loves life and enjoys seeing how things change and the newer technologies that they come out with. She has been alive and been eighteen for so very long. But happy and hyper she remains at all times. She loves her life. Even as cold and as lonely as it sometimes is she finds joys in the simple and the complex. Including her magic and learning and studying more about it. Yearning to prove to her bretheren that she too can be a serious vampire just have fun doing it. Normally, a very happy girl it is so tragically rare to see her put down or upset. She has lived too long to let small things bother her and she knows how trivial so many things in life really are. Keeping and setting her own pace in life is how she gets through her eternity.
History:
Born in the late eighteen hundreds by the name of Elizabeth Wainwright. She was born to a very noble family one that eventually succeeded in taking the throne from the current King and Queen. She and her twelve siblings lived in the palace. But as second eldest daugter and the beauty of all seven of them she was sent away to an art school and finishing school for young ladies where she would be trained and turned into a proper young lady for the court. For, of course as a daughter to the King she was sure to be married off to forge alliances and to make amends with countries they once fought with.
Yet, it seemed that fate would have it differently. She fell in love with life while abroad in her finishing school. There she was accepted for her quirky personality among the girls yet she was the antithesis of what the academy not only strived for but yearned to produce into society. She often left the school and walked on the grounds looking up at the moon and enjoying her own quiet time. It was then she met him. The love of her life at that time, one Edward. His dazzling white skin and auburn hair were enough to turn any woman's head yet he seemed to have eyes only for the girl that walked at the moonlight hours. It was every night they met by the lapping waters of the lake together he was always cold but she never minded being there with him. It was winter time and she thought he more suseptible to the cold than others but nothing so strange about that at all. They talked and laughed, danced and swam. All under the light of the magnificent moon.
But love, or so she thought it was at the time, could only last so long it seemed. For every night his eyes grew darker. As if they were hungry and every night his temper grew sharper. The night of the new moon she came out to the clearing wondering where he was. Her loved kept her returning night after night despite his nature. And there he was the man she loved coming out of the trees like a marble statue. Tonight he wore no shirt and looked at her with those eyes that desired more than the soft kisses she had given him up to this point. Yet, what she didn't realize was what exactly he truly desired. When he came to her he looked her in the eyes for a moment his own only pools of darkness before he leaned down. She had heard rumors of more intimate kissing and her body seemed to tingle with the anticipation. Until the pain hit her hard as his fangs bit into her. The ultimate betrayal.
Through the years she lived. Loves came and went but none were like the first and she never personally changed a soul. Remembering all too well what it felt like to be changed she did not want to cause that on anyone. Keeping her identity hidden and coming out only at night she was able to survive. She hunted on animals unable to actually bite a person finding it a rather vulger way to feed and animal blood when done right did the trick just as well. But when blood banks began popping up she used some of her inheritance having been 'stolen' and put away for when she needed it, she built her own blood bank and used it to sate herself and still provide the community with things they needed.
It wasn't until she had lived fifty years and was still as young as she was that her powers seemed to wake. Him. It was him that had woken them. Edward. He had lived after that day having never thought of her again, apparently not having intended to inject her with the venom that changed her. She went mad and feral. Fifty years of a broken heart was not the way to stay calm when you finally saw the man that had caused you not only a life of eternity but a life of a broken heart. Yet though she found him and confronted him she could not kill him. But the magic in her awoke. Blood magic. She didn't know what to do with it and keeping her guise as the owner of the blood bank for some years she began to research into how to use the magic.
Finding teachers here and there gave her bits and pieces of the information she really sought. She began to crave the knowledge and yearn to be the best. It gave her a mission in her life instead of random living through the centuries. She smiled and knew that this was what she was going to do. When the right century came around and the arcane academy was established for years she watched and waited. Making sure that it was not some kind of scam. Yet, it seemed the more she watched the more she liked and she knew that here she could develop her talents. And so she enrolled herself finally being able to state she was indeed a vampire and they just asked how many shipments of fresh blood a week. This was going to be a good eternity.
Style
Blood Magic: Due to her vampiric abilities she is able to call on the powerful life magic that is in blood. The very process that keeps humans alive and feeds them, is the very formula for her magic. Delving into the elixir of life she is able to use her mana to manipulate the blood to do her will. She must have blood with her. Or get blood from somewhere to use. Be it animal, though weaker, or human, stronger, it works both ways. But she will normally in battle carry pints of blood with her. Without the blood she cannot do any magic.
Strengths: She has extremely strong senses. Her eyes are keen and can see far distances. See things in complete dark and see things moving that other human eyes cannot. Aside from that her hearing is astute. Not even concentrating she can hear across a room with relative ease. She can also if she really concentrates here someone she can see which is a great distance. Able to cloak herself when its dark allows her to hide very well. She can mind read as well. But she actually has to think about it. She has learned how to block the voices inside her head so she doesn't have to hear everyone's thoughts yet she can when she wants to by listening. She can run super fast.
Weaknesses:
Sunlight is only a problem with her skin because it acts as a prism. For some reason after being changed her skin now reflects light like tiny little rainbows. So in the sunlight she is an easily seen and very visible target. Her mind reading often allows her to find things she doesn't want to know about. Without blood with her she is all but useless and should the hunger come upon her while it battle. Well.. run.
Spell List:
Crimison Whip: Using her mana and the blood from a full pint of blood she throws it out and a whip is formed. This whip can be used as a weapon against her foes. She knows how to use it with great acuracy. The whip has only a few weaknesses as the blood is slowly splattered on and absorbed into what she hits. So over time the whip will cease to be.
Call of the Wild: Using a small portion of blood she lays it in her palm and holds it up to the sky. Saying an incantation that takes only a matter of seconds bats are summoned from nearby. These bats for the duration of one turn at battle will attack as her will. Yet, once the attack is done they feast on the blood provided and are gone unless she calls them again.
Blood Strike: Blood Strike fires a red projectile at its target. When it strikes it will return to the user and deliver some blood stolen from the victim. Should the user move from the spot the strike was cast from or use another Blood Strike before the first returns, the blood will be lost. This is also true if the Blood Strike is the final blow that kills the target. Again, no blood will be returned.
Blood Purge: Those around the user become violently sick and being to vomit blood. Damage is caused to mortal and supernatural enemies alike. Useful for stopping swarms of enemies.
Fallen Angel: Red wings like in the picture above form out of her back after consuming a pint of blood. These wings allow her to fly as fast as she can run. As long as the blood magic holds or she continually consumes blood she will be able to keep the wings.
Blood Rage: Sending a wave of blood crashing over the enemy the cursed blood which is black and not red will make one enemy try to turn on another. It doesn't always work there is a 60-40 chance it won't but when it does the enemy will be enraged and attack his or her own team member.
Vision of Death: Makes the target's greatest fear manifest within their minds. The vision is so real that the target is overwhelmed with terror and collapses. Anyone immune to illusions this will not work on.
Weapons/Gear:
20 pints of blood in two special cases on her belt.
Items:
None
Note: None
Stats:
Str:5
Dex: 5
End: 10
Wis: 20
Int: 10
Eng: 15
Occupation: Blood Mage
Nationality: Irish
Height: 5'8
Weight: 120lbs
Age: Looks: 18, Actual 146
Hair Color: Strawberry blonde
Eye Color: Butterscotch when sated, Black when hungry. Her eyes change depending on how hungry she is. They range from a rich butterscotch to a deep pitch black. So the tone of her eyes will allow those close to her to know just how hungry she is and how close she is to needing to feed.
Appearance:
Very pale skin adorns the woman. Her skin is nearly white almost albino some would say but then her eyes and hair color defeat that theory. Her touch his cold as no blood runs through her veins. Yet, alive she is, or so it seems. Her skin is flawless, not a scratch on her, it is fine and silken. If you can get past the cold feeling of her skin you would realize just how luxurious it really is. Her eyes change as stated above depending on her need to feed. Her hair is a soft and silken strawberry blonde that falls down past her hips. It is well cared for and is usually the same length only changing it depending on current styles but she knows all too well that styles come and go and come again so normally it is kept long. Her height is definatly something of an anomaly as it isn't too normal for girls to be 5'8. Yet, it somewhat sets her apart. Jade is achingly beautiful. After being changed from human to vampire it only made her much more beautiful than before. Models are put to shame next to her beauty and in fact she has been scouted yet oddly never takes any of the jobs. Though she cannot see herself in a mirror or reflection it doesn't mean she doesn't take great care of herself.
Personality: Having been around for a century and a half she has experienced many things in life. Yet, she loves life and enjoys seeing how things change and the newer technologies that they come out with. She has been alive and been eighteen for so very long. But happy and hyper she remains at all times. She loves her life. Even as cold and as lonely as it sometimes is she finds joys in the simple and the complex. Including her magic and learning and studying more about it. Yearning to prove to her bretheren that she too can be a serious vampire just have fun doing it. Normally, a very happy girl it is so tragically rare to see her put down or upset. She has lived too long to let small things bother her and she knows how trivial so many things in life really are. Keeping and setting her own pace in life is how she gets through her eternity.
History:
Born in the late eighteen hundreds by the name of Elizabeth Wainwright. She was born to a very noble family one that eventually succeeded in taking the throne from the current King and Queen. She and her twelve siblings lived in the palace. But as second eldest daugter and the beauty of all seven of them she was sent away to an art school and finishing school for young ladies where she would be trained and turned into a proper young lady for the court. For, of course as a daughter to the King she was sure to be married off to forge alliances and to make amends with countries they once fought with.
Yet, it seemed that fate would have it differently. She fell in love with life while abroad in her finishing school. There she was accepted for her quirky personality among the girls yet she was the antithesis of what the academy not only strived for but yearned to produce into society. She often left the school and walked on the grounds looking up at the moon and enjoying her own quiet time. It was then she met him. The love of her life at that time, one Edward. His dazzling white skin and auburn hair were enough to turn any woman's head yet he seemed to have eyes only for the girl that walked at the moonlight hours. It was every night they met by the lapping waters of the lake together he was always cold but she never minded being there with him. It was winter time and she thought he more suseptible to the cold than others but nothing so strange about that at all. They talked and laughed, danced and swam. All under the light of the magnificent moon.
But love, or so she thought it was at the time, could only last so long it seemed. For every night his eyes grew darker. As if they were hungry and every night his temper grew sharper. The night of the new moon she came out to the clearing wondering where he was. Her loved kept her returning night after night despite his nature. And there he was the man she loved coming out of the trees like a marble statue. Tonight he wore no shirt and looked at her with those eyes that desired more than the soft kisses she had given him up to this point. Yet, what she didn't realize was what exactly he truly desired. When he came to her he looked her in the eyes for a moment his own only pools of darkness before he leaned down. She had heard rumors of more intimate kissing and her body seemed to tingle with the anticipation. Until the pain hit her hard as his fangs bit into her. The ultimate betrayal.
Through the years she lived. Loves came and went but none were like the first and she never personally changed a soul. Remembering all too well what it felt like to be changed she did not want to cause that on anyone. Keeping her identity hidden and coming out only at night she was able to survive. She hunted on animals unable to actually bite a person finding it a rather vulger way to feed and animal blood when done right did the trick just as well. But when blood banks began popping up she used some of her inheritance having been 'stolen' and put away for when she needed it, she built her own blood bank and used it to sate herself and still provide the community with things they needed.
It wasn't until she had lived fifty years and was still as young as she was that her powers seemed to wake. Him. It was him that had woken them. Edward. He had lived after that day having never thought of her again, apparently not having intended to inject her with the venom that changed her. She went mad and feral. Fifty years of a broken heart was not the way to stay calm when you finally saw the man that had caused you not only a life of eternity but a life of a broken heart. Yet though she found him and confronted him she could not kill him. But the magic in her awoke. Blood magic. She didn't know what to do with it and keeping her guise as the owner of the blood bank for some years she began to research into how to use the magic.
Finding teachers here and there gave her bits and pieces of the information she really sought. She began to crave the knowledge and yearn to be the best. It gave her a mission in her life instead of random living through the centuries. She smiled and knew that this was what she was going to do. When the right century came around and the arcane academy was established for years she watched and waited. Making sure that it was not some kind of scam. Yet, it seemed the more she watched the more she liked and she knew that here she could develop her talents. And so she enrolled herself finally being able to state she was indeed a vampire and they just asked how many shipments of fresh blood a week. This was going to be a good eternity.
Style
Blood Magic: Due to her vampiric abilities she is able to call on the powerful life magic that is in blood. The very process that keeps humans alive and feeds them, is the very formula for her magic. Delving into the elixir of life she is able to use her mana to manipulate the blood to do her will. She must have blood with her. Or get blood from somewhere to use. Be it animal, though weaker, or human, stronger, it works both ways. But she will normally in battle carry pints of blood with her. Without the blood she cannot do any magic.
Strengths: She has extremely strong senses. Her eyes are keen and can see far distances. See things in complete dark and see things moving that other human eyes cannot. Aside from that her hearing is astute. Not even concentrating she can hear across a room with relative ease. She can also if she really concentrates here someone she can see which is a great distance. Able to cloak herself when its dark allows her to hide very well. She can mind read as well. But she actually has to think about it. She has learned how to block the voices inside her head so she doesn't have to hear everyone's thoughts yet she can when she wants to by listening. She can run super fast.
Weaknesses:
Sunlight is only a problem with her skin because it acts as a prism. For some reason after being changed her skin now reflects light like tiny little rainbows. So in the sunlight she is an easily seen and very visible target. Her mind reading often allows her to find things she doesn't want to know about. Without blood with her she is all but useless and should the hunger come upon her while it battle. Well.. run.
Spell List:
Crimison Whip: Using her mana and the blood from a full pint of blood she throws it out and a whip is formed. This whip can be used as a weapon against her foes. She knows how to use it with great acuracy. The whip has only a few weaknesses as the blood is slowly splattered on and absorbed into what she hits. So over time the whip will cease to be.
Call of the Wild: Using a small portion of blood she lays it in her palm and holds it up to the sky. Saying an incantation that takes only a matter of seconds bats are summoned from nearby. These bats for the duration of one turn at battle will attack as her will. Yet, once the attack is done they feast on the blood provided and are gone unless she calls them again.
Blood Strike: Blood Strike fires a red projectile at its target. When it strikes it will return to the user and deliver some blood stolen from the victim. Should the user move from the spot the strike was cast from or use another Blood Strike before the first returns, the blood will be lost. This is also true if the Blood Strike is the final blow that kills the target. Again, no blood will be returned.
Blood Purge: Those around the user become violently sick and being to vomit blood. Damage is caused to mortal and supernatural enemies alike. Useful for stopping swarms of enemies.
Fallen Angel: Red wings like in the picture above form out of her back after consuming a pint of blood. These wings allow her to fly as fast as she can run. As long as the blood magic holds or she continually consumes blood she will be able to keep the wings.
Blood Rage: Sending a wave of blood crashing over the enemy the cursed blood which is black and not red will make one enemy try to turn on another. It doesn't always work there is a 60-40 chance it won't but when it does the enemy will be enraged and attack his or her own team member.
Vision of Death: Makes the target's greatest fear manifest within their minds. The vision is so real that the target is overwhelmed with terror and collapses. Anyone immune to illusions this will not work on.
Weapons/Gear:
20 pints of blood in two special cases on her belt.
Items:
None
Note: None
Stats:
Str:5
Dex: 5
End: 10
Wis: 20
Int: 10
Eng: 15
