nooooooooo, just saw this and it sounded cool, but I guess no go.....
Drakey
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STATUS: uuuugggghhhhhh When you can't be on when everyone else you RP with is on.... 9 yrs ago
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I'm pretty sure that Urs is reflecting my own personal mood right now: tired, hungry, and all around not giving a shit.
Anyways, I hope that my post was good, let me know what you guys think.
Anyways, I hope that my post was good, let me know what you guys think.
The bell rang, and it rang loudly. Groaning, Urs tumbled around in her "bed/hammock". Vines adorned the inside of her room. They covered three of the four walls, converging in two spots on adjacent walls. Then they spanned the gap, thick viney ropes intertwining to create a hammock. On the top laid another layer of vines, closed over the hammock to create something of a cocoon. Rocking, the hammock began to sway as a light-skinned hand appeared from the layers. Then, a body followed, long and lithe with slight, but noticeable, curves.
Dressed in grey shorts and a white t-shirt, Urs rubbed her eyes, feeling the long, soft grass underneath her touch. Golden eyes peered out into the hazy green light of her room, the sun filtering through thin leaves in the window. Short, white hair sat upon her head, ruffled and sticking up. Tired, the bell rang again, jolting Urs from her stupor. Standing up, Urs made her way to what looked like a small mass of tree trunks. Placing her hand upon the wood, the trunks shifted, creating shelves. Shirts on the top, then pants, then sweaters/jackets. In the bottom were a pair of bins, both made up of what looked like roots. Socks in the left one, underwear in the right.
Changing, Urs clad herself in a pair of grey boxers with black socks. Pulling on a slightly baggy pair of jeans, Urs selected one of the white t-shirts, covered in grass stains. Then, from her jackets came a green army jacket that she slipped on. Stumbling, half-asleep, towards her door, Urs tripped over her boots. Falling, a set of Urs' vines shot from the wall, catching her. Sliding from her vines, the girl slipped on her boots, tying them in the process. Then, a little bit more awake, Urs fixed her hair, placing a blue ornament just above her right ear.
Getting ready to leave her room, Urs held out her hand and touched the wall. Vines encircled her arm, making their way up her sleeve. Wrapping themselves around her stomach and limbs, Urs walked out of her room. The light was bright compared to the greeny tint she preferred. Walking down the hallway, a slight hunch in her back, the girl made her way to the cafeteria. Damn, she was hungry.
Dressed in grey shorts and a white t-shirt, Urs rubbed her eyes, feeling the long, soft grass underneath her touch. Golden eyes peered out into the hazy green light of her room, the sun filtering through thin leaves in the window. Short, white hair sat upon her head, ruffled and sticking up. Tired, the bell rang again, jolting Urs from her stupor. Standing up, Urs made her way to what looked like a small mass of tree trunks. Placing her hand upon the wood, the trunks shifted, creating shelves. Shirts on the top, then pants, then sweaters/jackets. In the bottom were a pair of bins, both made up of what looked like roots. Socks in the left one, underwear in the right.
Changing, Urs clad herself in a pair of grey boxers with black socks. Pulling on a slightly baggy pair of jeans, Urs selected one of the white t-shirts, covered in grass stains. Then, from her jackets came a green army jacket that she slipped on. Stumbling, half-asleep, towards her door, Urs tripped over her boots. Falling, a set of Urs' vines shot from the wall, catching her. Sliding from her vines, the girl slipped on her boots, tying them in the process. Then, a little bit more awake, Urs fixed her hair, placing a blue ornament just above her right ear.
Getting ready to leave her room, Urs held out her hand and touched the wall. Vines encircled her arm, making their way up her sleeve. Wrapping themselves around her stomach and limbs, Urs walked out of her room. The light was bright compared to the greeny tint she preferred. Walking down the hallway, a slight hunch in her back, the girl made her way to the cafeteria. Damn, she was hungry.
Hey, I made my CS and was wondering how I should enter Urs into the madness.
It appears as though dinner is about to start, would it be alright if she appears there?
It appears as though dinner is about to start, would it be alright if she appears there?
Noooooo, the redhead spots were taken!!! :(
Appearance:
Name: Urs Madren
Age: 16
Power: Complete manipulation of plant life.
Bio:
Her parents were hippies. THat is literally the best way to put it. Dumbass tree huggers. They were nearly always high on something or other and forgot they even had a child. They left Urs in the middle of the woods one day, and never came back. This was when Urs learned of her powers.
Lost, alone, and afraid, the girl, only ten then, began to cry, and the forest reacted. The trees bent low, as if to comfort her. The grasses grew, swaying in a nonexistent wind. Vines snaked their way towards her. They encircled her, protected her, and she slept. THen deforesting happened.
A team of loggers found her little cocoon. They didn't know what it was, and they tore it open, like any other idiot human. They found her, now 16, sleeping soundly inside. Astonished, they contacted local authorities, but no one could find the Urs' parents. As such, she eventually found herself within the orphanage.
Appearance:
Name: Urs Madren
Age: 16
Power: Complete manipulation of plant life.
Bio:
Her parents were hippies. THat is literally the best way to put it. Dumbass tree huggers. They were nearly always high on something or other and forgot they even had a child. They left Urs in the middle of the woods one day, and never came back. This was when Urs learned of her powers.
Lost, alone, and afraid, the girl, only ten then, began to cry, and the forest reacted. The trees bent low, as if to comfort her. The grasses grew, swaying in a nonexistent wind. Vines snaked their way towards her. They encircled her, protected her, and she slept. THen deforesting happened.
A team of loggers found her little cocoon. They didn't know what it was, and they tore it open, like any other idiot human. They found her, now 16, sleeping soundly inside. Astonished, they contacted local authorities, but no one could find the Urs' parents. As such, she eventually found herself within the orphanage.
@Azure Flame
Ok, it didn't really end up being a problem. My wand changed just a bit, still got the Dragon Heartstring though!!!!
And My Patronus changed into a Brown Bear, still pretty awesome!
Still in Slytherin!!!
Ok, I hope that works for you.
Ok, it didn't really end up being a problem. My wand changed just a bit, still got the Dragon Heartstring though!!!!
And My Patronus changed into a Brown Bear, still pretty awesome!
Still in Slytherin!!!
Ok, I hope that works for you.
Name: Drake (Female)
Age: 21
Appearance:
Number of Confirmed Kills: 32
Personality:
Quiet and naive, Drake doesn't know much about the outside world. Having grown up in the underworld, she doesn't trust others easily. She may, or may not, be a pyromaniac as well (hence the name). She has no temper, preferring to be cold and calculating.
Backstory:
Drake was born in the underworld, and she grew up in the underworld. She was trained in pickpocketing, cracking locks, hotwiring vehicles, and, most importantly, killing. It was easy for her, she had watched her own parents get killed after all. She remembered every part of that night.
Cold, dark, the walls of the tunnels echoing. Footsteps thundered, her father pushing them into their little home, if that hole in the mud could be called that. Then the banging came, sounds as loud as thunder, echoing, deafening. She couldn't hear, the sound was too great. Her mother shouted something, covering her. Then her mother shook. Once, twice, three times. Still. Nothing moved, sound slowly came back to Drake. Warmth flowed over her stomach and chest. Blood, it was blood, her mother's blood. Silence, crashing, deafening silence descended upon Drake's still form. The night carried on, for years and years.
Then the time came, her first kill. The men, she tracked them down. She had learned hundreds of ways. She favored sniping, but she wanted them dead, personally dead. Finding them, she was a wraith, darker than Death himself. Steel flashed, blade sank into flesh. A squelching sound echoed in the tunnels as Drake's blade found its new home. Life bled from the men as she completed her dire task. However, she felt empty.
Revenge was a bland dish. It did not fill or satiate her hunger. As such, she continued. Then she found them, or they found her...
A group that killed for a reason. A cause. Maybe, just maybe, this would fill her hunger.
Weapon:
Long Range:
Short Range:
Vehicle:
Motorcycle:
Other: Killing in the name of
Age: 21
Appearance:
Number of Confirmed Kills: 32
Personality:
Quiet and naive, Drake doesn't know much about the outside world. Having grown up in the underworld, she doesn't trust others easily. She may, or may not, be a pyromaniac as well (hence the name). She has no temper, preferring to be cold and calculating.
Backstory:
Drake was born in the underworld, and she grew up in the underworld. She was trained in pickpocketing, cracking locks, hotwiring vehicles, and, most importantly, killing. It was easy for her, she had watched her own parents get killed after all. She remembered every part of that night.
Cold, dark, the walls of the tunnels echoing. Footsteps thundered, her father pushing them into their little home, if that hole in the mud could be called that. Then the banging came, sounds as loud as thunder, echoing, deafening. She couldn't hear, the sound was too great. Her mother shouted something, covering her. Then her mother shook. Once, twice, three times. Still. Nothing moved, sound slowly came back to Drake. Warmth flowed over her stomach and chest. Blood, it was blood, her mother's blood. Silence, crashing, deafening silence descended upon Drake's still form. The night carried on, for years and years.
Then the time came, her first kill. The men, she tracked them down. She had learned hundreds of ways. She favored sniping, but she wanted them dead, personally dead. Finding them, she was a wraith, darker than Death himself. Steel flashed, blade sank into flesh. A squelching sound echoed in the tunnels as Drake's blade found its new home. Life bled from the men as she completed her dire task. However, she felt empty.
Revenge was a bland dish. It did not fill or satiate her hunger. As such, she continued. Then she found them, or they found her...
A group that killed for a reason. A cause. Maybe, just maybe, this would fill her hunger.
Weapon:
Long Range:
Short Range:
Vehicle:
Motorcycle:
Other: Killing in the name of
awesome, I'll come up with a CS then, I'll have it up tomorrow!
@Azure Flame
Hey, I made those changes for you, and no, I didn't get them off of pottermore (didn't even know that existed....)
No fire stuff, just gave her a nasty temper, thus the name of Drake.
Hey, I made those changes for you, and no, I didn't get them off of pottermore (didn't even know that existed....)
No fire stuff, just gave her a nasty temper, thus the name of Drake.
Excuse me, but I am wondering, do you have any openings left?
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