LucretciaDeMora

Lu's charries!

((NOTE: Available for Role Play. 1x1 or Group. Medieval Fantasy.))

Name:
Lucretcia De' Mora

Other Alias:
Wynter

Gender:
Female

Race:
Half Elf

Occupation(s):
Blade for hire
Herbalist
Ex-Assassin
Calligraphy decipher
Whisperknife

Magical Attributes:
Shadow Walking

Appearance:


General Personality:

Depending on the day, the mood, and events - Lu is rather hard to pin personality wise. So many masks she wears, yet which one is the true her? Why so many masks to begin with? That is what years of..Well.. Numerous trials and tasks causes one to obtain and/or go through. However, a vast majority of the time if you were to run into her, or randomly ask her a question out of the blue, she is most likely to be straight-forward, blunt, and to the point in reply. She may come off as rude, or uncaring at times. Or perhaps she might just be the opposite - friendly, flirty, the sorts. Regardless, one way or another, someone is going to be offended, someone is going to feel accepted, someone may felt lead on..Is just how Lu is. A facade, basically. As if her emotions was a masquerade ball itself - each emotion having a different mask or costume to hide behind.

History:

"We had a deal, Notch! We had a deal!" His voice was hoarse, as it should have been after coughing up blood and yelling in between.

The Captain tilts his head as he lofts a thick brow. "Aye, that we did. Though you failed to uphold your end of the bargain. This-" he glances down to what he held within his arms," - will pay off your debt rather nicely. Let alone given your breeding lineage, she'll be perfect for my crew."

"NO!!! You can't take her!! That's my daughter!!" The man felt a sudden jolt to the side of his head. His world spun before darkness enveloped him.

The Captain chuckled before he jerked his head to the left. A simple, wordless signal for his crew to take care of the man. More than likely to tie him up to a post somewhere, or cut out his eyes - the possibilities were endless. The bulky man makes his way to his quarters, his eyes lowering down to the small infant.

"Welcome aboard, little lass..."

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26 Winters Passing

"Don't fail me, Wynter.." His voice crackled prior to taking a long drag from the pipe. The woman lofts a brow, eyes peering out from auburn tendrils as she turned gaze to meet the Captain's. It was a silent conversation now. One that has been given through the many years of being aboard the ship. Combing over his features as he sits there, jewel-clad fingers drumming upon an old map, she gives a simple nod before turning to leave his quarters.

"And Wynter..."

She pauses, barely looking over her shoulder. She listened as his chair scrapes along the old wooden planks - a rather irritating sound that she's grown accustomed to.

"Leave this in the bassinet." He moves over, slipping a small folded scroll into her hand. A coy smirk plasters his face swiftly afterwards before he turns and moves over to look out a window.

... By morning, many were mourning the loss of a well known family. Admiral Tobias, his wife Freida, and their newborn daughter Amelia. There was no blood, not even a sign of struggle or foul play. Many had thought it to be a sudden illness at first, until they found a note resting within the bassinet next to the deceased daughter which caused a sudden, mass hunt for the one(s) who did this.

"Your debt be paid."

Lu's charries!

((Note:
Available for Role Play. Preferably 1v1
Demonic/Angel, Demon hunter, somewhere along such lines?))

Character Name:
Himawari

Gender:
Female

Age:
11

Occupation:
Student
Intermediate in Herbology
Violinist

General Appearance:
Hair Color: Midnight Blue/Lavender
Eye Color: Varies between Grey and Blue


Fears:
There are only two things that Himawari fears. The first is something that only she knows of, yet none others can see. The second, and foremost, is losing her favorite teddy that she 'rescued' from being swept away down a drain pipe. She does not go anywhere without it.

Don't.Mess.With.Teddy

General Personality:
As a child, one would think she'd be all bubbly and excited, running around playing with other children. She is quite opposite. At the top of her class, never failing or getting anything below an A+, she is rather advanced for her age. Smart, though quiet. Always keeping to herself and her studies (That almost seem to never end.) It is rare for her to talk first, and even more rare to claim someone as her 'friend'. Trust issues? Perhaps.
Inner Personality:
There is always a catch to something, isn't there? There is always, always something locked deep in the bellies of the mind. For Himawari, this lock is something that has been clawed at, smashed upon, everything..Yet to no avail of breaking it. The key has been lost for so long..
More over kept at bay from her.

History:
It is said that through certain years, one has no recollection of early childhood development. That is not the case for Himawari. She remembers every detail. Every voice, sounds, feelings..She remember the faces and names of those who first held her after she was born. Her parents, the doctors, the nurses.

The dark figures standing besides few of them..

Growing up, her development was, as stated, advanced. Yet that never stopped the dark figures from eerily watching her every day and night. They were a shadow's shadow, always following the human vessel. She thought it was completely normal for them to be there.

That was until the day she finally spoke of them to her parents. It was that night after she woke from an odd slumber, that she walked to her parents room only to find them dead.

She did not cry, and it was if she felt nothing. Fear, however, always seemed to creep out at the worst possible of times. For from the body of her father, the darkest of figures she'd ever seen - and no mere shadow- rose. The two stared, and Himawari turned and began to run.

The beast, of course..Was far stronger. It appeared her father had made dealings with one whom he should not have ever made contract with. Given he did not uphold said contract, the death of the family was imminent.

Himawari had one thing going for her, though. Her purity and innocence that all children have. Indeed, the beast did attack her, but such an attack was quickly demolished for it struck the barrier.



She was badly wounded, her life draining so quickly before her. Yet she still held on. It was thanks to a young gentleman that she was taken to a hospital and treated for her wounds. The doctors and nurses asked her what had happened, but she said nothing. 'State of shock' they said.



But it wasn't shock at all. Something was telling her to keep quiet and not speak. Something that was not of her own thoughts. And she obeyed.

Since that day or losing her parents, she had been an orphan. The servants, yes, took care of her. Though most had moved out of the home, leaving her to fend for herself. Which she did, quite well, too.

Each day she went to school. The same route..Same clean attire..Same expression void of any emotion..Many seem to have noticed her, at first..But now..They just walk by without a glance or care in the world.

Lu's Escape

Pale skin; kissed by the moon, it was. Platinum locks cup her face, cascading downwards to smooth along silk woven skin. Cheeks held little color, though it was enough to draw me in with a skip of my beating heart. Lashes, long and luxurious, veiled multi-colored eyes. Black rim holds in the pool of lavender that twinkled with aged grey.

Mesmerizing.

Her breath is mist, no matter the temperature.
Slow...
...Entrancing

Each breath breaking my heart the moment it dissipates. If only I could pause time, I could see it - ... I could see /her/ forever.

She leans upon me, lowering her face to my own. Thin lips painted a crimson hue - the only color that popped out so vibrantly upon her - part enough just for a sigh to escape.

Honeysuckle never smelled sweeter.

My hands were massive, masculine, and ready to caress. I was eager to share my warmth with her.

As I reached, a single crystal tear falls from the imprisonment of course, shielding tendrils.

The very moment I touched her, I shattered her completely.

Why does greed have to be so damn beautiful?

Lu's Escape

Their conversation reeked of fear, no matter how bold they attempted to be. Sitting upon their horses, their armor dented and in poor condition. The way their eyes were wide, always skimming the treeline for any form of movement. Even the horses were not at ease; swaying side to side, ears swivel consistently as heavy snorts erupt the air with frosty breath.

Such a beautiful night, however. The moon in full beauty. Not a cloud in the sky. The stars, however, were not to be seen. Bit of a shame, that. She'd thought she'd have more of an audience from the heavens for her show tonight.

"The snows getting to be a bit deep, Jeoff. Seems the earlier patrol didn't take to liking to it. Think we should take the longer route as they did?" Lance glances over to the Lieutenant, who seems to contemplate on the same subject before Lance even said word of it.

"Tha 'orses can 'andle this, Lance. 'Sides, Iff'n we don't patrol this route, ye ken damn well tha Corporal will be pissed." Jeoff's accent is deep, thick and, to some, hard to understand. Though it held wisdom, even for one who is still in his prime.

Lance reaches up, rubbing the back of his neck before he nods.

"Aye, very well then." Lowering his hand to retake the reigns, his attention snaps over his shoulder to the road behind them. "Did you hear that?"

Their horses become unsteady, more so than prior. They were eager, their muscles flexing due to the fight or flight reaction. Jeoff glances behind him, one good eye peering out to the shadows as he attempts to steady his horse.

"Wolves be 'unting this eve, Lance. Best we get ta moving iff'n we want ta get through this snow." He allowed Lance to take lead, knowing the young lad would feel better off that way.

...If only it were just 'wolves hunting'...

A snap of a twig, purposefully mind you, causes both horses to go into a state of panic that had both riders fighting desperately to get them under control. They should have just let the poor beasts run while they held on.

A blur, massive in size and auburn in coloration, launched from the shadows of the brush. The sudden and powerful strike causes Lance to be hurled from his horse. The equine wasn't so lucky, however. This beast, much larger than a dire wolf, was able to snap her jaw right behind the head where spine connects to the cranium.

Side to side in a powerful motion, skin and pelt tear and the neighs of the horse were finally silenced as the head is torn clean off and tossed to the side like a mere toy. The eyes wide with fear and panic. The jaw of the horse opens and shuts, the final attempt for air before it goes still.

The beast turns slowly, a massive paw resting to the lifeless carcass before she moves to glance between Lance and Jeoff. Large, crimson stained ivories, bare as if she were to smile to them. Ridge of fur stands on end, ears rest flat against her skull.

She was toying with them. It was nothing but a mere sport to her, and Jeoff could see this. For if she had been here to kill, she would have killed Lance off first in her sudden attack. The man's good eye gleamed with raw hatred for her as a hand swiftly goes for his sword. A mighty yell escapes his barrel of a chest and he charges his horse forward.

The beast stood there, and just waited. Her snarls grew louder, and saliva dripped to the snow in gooey strands. She hunkered down before using powerful haunches to launch herself into the air. Jeoff took this time to hold his sword as if were to be a spear, and hurls it at the beast.

It struck true, imbedding into her shoulder and causing her attention to go off course of him. With a heavy jerk of the reign to the right, he was able to, narrowly, escape the attack. He took no time to seek Lance and go to him. He didn't even look over to see where the beast was at.

"Get on yer fuckin' feet, lad! NOW!" Jeoff had dismounted and was already attempting to lift his dazed friend. Just in time, too. For the moment he smacked the rear of his horse to take his friend away, the full force of the beast was upon him.

"J-J..JEOFF!!" Lance tried to cry out, a hand outstretched. Yet the horse carries him out of sight and range of the battle.

...The two met gazes for the longest time, a paw crushing into Jeoff's chest. Jeoff then...Smiled. A labored sigh escapes him.

"Ye fought long enough, lass...May yer death be swift..Jus' as mine.."

He glances down, a hand grasping onto a hilt of a short sword; the blade hidden in the chest of the beast. With a sudden motion, she bit down into his throat and gave her head a single jerk. Skin tears, vessels and veins spew his very life source all over her maw.

....Reports state that morning patrol found two deceased. Lieutenant Jeoff, and a young, fair woman..Whom he was holding onto....

Lu's Escape

The lights are off, yet there is still life. I'm here...Just...Waiting

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Cortova Data Log Entry: Number 1554.3

I was programmed to aid you. To give you company should ever you feel alone. For years and years, I was at your side, watching you as you wasted away while I stayed the same. I watched as your frame of power wilted like a flower. You were beautiful. Yet, now, I watch as they bury you.

You seem so at peace. Yet such a peace has brought so many tears of others. Why is this, Master? They are all sad. Shouldn't they be happy for you, Master? That you hold no pain. That you are able to sleep just like you always told me you wanted to do. To just sleep.

Remember how I stood by your bedside, Master? That I stayed there when you slept, and was there when you were awake. I re-watch the hours and hours of recordings, just to watch you sleep. I had been trying to find ways to help you reach such a state of sleep, yet never found one.

Not until the day you finally closed your eyes for the better. I am glad I was able to help you that day, Master. I fulfilled your wish, fully, when I injected you with the medication.

But Master...
You didn't take me with you this time.
You always took me wherever you went. How come I am not next to you in that coffin?

Master ... Did you truly want to sleep forever?

Master?​

Lu's Escape

Through the day, and thanks to time, my mind wanders through various scenes.
Little stories or poetry of my imagination that hold feeling, emotions, state of mind, all the psychological items one could possibly weave within.
Some are sad, others are happy. Some are so graphic and downright horrifying, while others are tranquil and calming.
There are even those that seem to come from a view that is not at all my own.
May you find enjoyment in this little 'diary' of mine.

Note: All entries shall be posted below. Comment, read, whatever you desire per entry.

Salutations!

Thank you, kindly! I am sure I will!

Salutations!

A warm greeting to all who so desire to read this.

A little about me, yes?
I am not a new face to Role Play by any means. I started when I was 8, and am now in my mid twenties. I enjoy various forms of Role Play genres. Medieval Fantasy, Sci-Fi, School of Gifted, Mecha (Cyborg, ect), Animorph, Anime, movie related - the list continues.

I have been asked many a time as to what gender I do. I do both equally or as needed depending on what the Role Play calls for. (I multi-task/ multi-character). I do enjoy One on One Role plays moreover than group. (Given it's difficult to know when I, or others, will be on, or if something comes up - Group Role Plays are a bit hard to follow at times.)

I do look forward to getting to know you all and, hopefully, Role Play as well!

Thank you, kindly, for taking time to read this! It's most appreciated!

Below is a Role Play post I did for any to see as to how I Role Play. (My apologies for any foul language)

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War..

A genetic code that we all have embraced, both willingly and unwillingly. A never endig trial of which the greed and need of mans' thoughts triumphs over reasons to keep peace. Since the beginning of life itself, the microorganism was to fight for survival. Through the eons, that need to fight has never left.

In present times, even where peace has seeminly sustained for but a few years after WWIIII, there were always subtle whispers of another coming war. One that could possibly throw man kind into another Dark Age, or even worse, extinction.

After WWIII, there was a group who gathered together and called themselves the Peace Keepers. Hand chosen, yet few in numbers, they are considered the most lethal of 'weapons' one could ever fathom. Their knowledge of war, and every kind of tactic thereof, has allowed them to infiltrate /both/ alliances and rid of any threat that so dares corrupt the Treaty of Peace.

Yet, such power and knowledge could corrupt even the strongest of minds. As it did for one member of the Peace Keepers. Able to hide his intentions, blending in daily along with his Peace Keeper kindred, he was able to plot their very demise. One by one, he murdered them. Given his tactical advances, he was able to arrange the scene accordingly to make it look as though they died from natural causes, or being overwhelmed by a crowd - a variety of ways.

All because he wanted the fame, the money, and the glory. As the numbers dwindled amongst the Peace Keepers, there was an increase in profit to those who remained.

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"Brother Kilos, the new arrival has arrived."

New arrival? A new member? A surprise 'guest of honor' to put on his list to kill. Kilos simply looks up from the Daily Dose that he had just started to read.

"Well, where is he?" With an expresionless face, he keeps his gaze rested to the other. Axxom tilts his head, and could only smirk as he hesitantly rubbed the back of his head.

"/She/...It's a she." Axxom chuckles.

-Great... Another woman. The first two were easy to kill. This one will be no different.- Kilos nods to Axxoms words, folding up the Daily Dose and setting it aside prior to standing. "Come on you lot, time to greet our new blood."

The nine were already gathering before Kilos even said word. "It'd be good to have a female's point of view on things." One spoke out. "I got dibs on her!" He finishes, only to get groans of agony from his other comerades.

Axxom could only sigh, his hand lowering from his head to his neck before he moves over to open the door. "Everyone, I would like you to meet Sakura.."

Axxom watched as their eyes stayed level, only to drop slowly upon a small child, one who seemed to be only nine years of age at the least. Mouths dropped, gasps soon follow.

Kilos was more surprised than all. Feeling a heavy lump in his throat, he folds his arms and glares to Axxom. "What kind of joke is this?"

"There is no joke, Sir. One should not underestimate, nor judge, another no matter the age, size, or gender." Sakura spoke up, grey eyes never moving to greet him - or any of them for that matter.

Silenced by her words, the Peace Keepers just looked onwards before each slowly greeted her before moving off to contemplate, question, or think over about the card that was just handed to them.

Kilos turns, speaking over his shoulder as he does so. "May peace find you on every moments breath, Sakura.." And that was when he moved to his chambers to 'rest' for the night.

They send a /child/ to do a man's work?....A fucking /child/...This...This complicates things..

With a heavy mind, Kilos finally managed to fall asleep.