Ayaeth
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Hi there everyone. Just wanted to introduce my self before I start posting away.
My name is Jaymie (but I can go by Jay), and I am 23 years old, a mother of two boys ages 2 yrs and 9 months, I'm a stay at home Mom (and proud of it), and thats about it for that.
I like to play World of Warcraft and many other MMORPG. I have played Final Fantasy PS2 games, and my most favorite thing to mention is that i have played some LARP with the Vampire the Masquerade rpg.
Now on to the explanation of my character.
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Ayaeth is a 467 year old third vampire, third demon, and third werewolf.
She was turned into a vampire in 1756 by a man she cant remember the name of. She doesnt remember much about her "old" life before she was Turned, but she likes to think she had a caring mother and father and maybe a few siblings.
She is 5'7" feet tall, 128 lbs, reddish black hair (sometimes its been dyed), slim facial features, and striking cerulean blue eyes. Her skin is abnormally pale, but most humans see her as just another light skinned person. And ultimaltely take her for a gothic teenager (she was around 21 when she was Turned).
She walks with an other worldly grace and dresses mostly in black clothing. She figures that dressing in black will make her harder to see when she hunts for her victims.
She doesnt own any homes, or anything of value for that matter. She doesnt even own (and has never own or driven) an automobile in her "entire" life.
When she was born they still used horses and buggies and when the car came out, she decided it was a waste of time. She also thinks that shes skinny because she walks everywhere she goes. She doesnt even like to take a cab if shes in a big city.
When she was about 220 years old, she met a man by the name of Charles.
He took her into his home, showed her kindness and hospitality. They even were lovers for a time.
But, as all vampires who roam are like, she got restless and decided to leave him. So, in chasing him away she told him what she really was and why she really couldnt wake up at 6pm when the sun was still out to watch a football game.
The man stood stunned in his dining room, watching her over the massive oak dining table, lavished with some china and a really bleached tablecloth.
He dropped a dish on the floor as he stared.
The the words "Fang" drifted from his lips. His eyes had rolled back in his head, he ripped his shirt off and transformed into a werewolf right in front of her eyes.
"Dog." She had said allowed. But it was too late, he came at her with all speed and grace. He bit down on her face trying to marr her apperiance.
Luck was with her though, and she only escaped with her trenchcoat and a pair of jeans.
But, the damage was done, she was now infected with Lycanthropy, a disease that many of her kind had come to find in werewolves.
Now during the full moon she chains herself to the concrete floor of where ever she can find to keep from hunting the innocent humans in her full raged wolf form.
When she was only 10 years after her infection of wolf (she was a vampire first so thats who she has been "brought" up to be), she met another man. A peculiar man with an odd smell about him (now her scense of smell and hearing have been peaked because of the wolf in her). He didnt do things like other humans, but she knew there was something.. well.. wrong about him.
But, at that time in her life, she was going through another "mid life crisis" (if there is ever such a thing for vampires and werewolves) and didnt really mind getting herself into something that she couldnt get out of.
To make this part of her story short, I will just say that he didnt bite her in any way. But most likely he stole her. Or a part of her. Or some of her vampiric-wolven soul.
When he stole this soul from her, he replaced it with some of his own soul, in an attempt to bind them together (for see, the man that she met was demon, and in his world they find lifemates and trade souls, so that one may never love another).
It was a horrible experiance, and it ripped Ayaeth's rigid beliefs from their foundations.
And it not only left her with an emotional scar, but a physical one as well.
A small upside-down cross on her chest between her breasts.
Youre probably wondering how she got away from the man?
She killed him. With her own fists. Her own claws. Her own teeth. And his blood.
She drained him completely, letting the vampire and wolf rage take her into its black fathomless depths before coming out of a blood stupor that could have killed her and taken her soul with the mans.
She had let his body fall onto the living room floor with a thud, cleaned herself off with a dirty shirt in the corner, dressed and left abruptly.
From then on she decided that caution was a good thing to have when encountering anything from anywhere.
Now she just roams the United States, Canada and sometimes different parts of Europe and Japan, but mostly the US.
Thats all I have to say about my character.. at least my main one that I will be "building upon".
Thanks and I hoped you enjoyed the read!
-Jay
My name is Jaymie (but I can go by Jay), and I am 23 years old, a mother of two boys ages 2 yrs and 9 months, I'm a stay at home Mom (and proud of it), and thats about it for that.
I like to play World of Warcraft and many other MMORPG. I have played Final Fantasy PS2 games, and my most favorite thing to mention is that i have played some LARP with the Vampire the Masquerade rpg.
Now on to the explanation of my character.
.
.
.
Ayaeth is a 467 year old third vampire, third demon, and third werewolf.
She was turned into a vampire in 1756 by a man she cant remember the name of. She doesnt remember much about her "old" life before she was Turned, but she likes to think she had a caring mother and father and maybe a few siblings.
She is 5'7" feet tall, 128 lbs, reddish black hair (sometimes its been dyed), slim facial features, and striking cerulean blue eyes. Her skin is abnormally pale, but most humans see her as just another light skinned person. And ultimaltely take her for a gothic teenager (she was around 21 when she was Turned).
She walks with an other worldly grace and dresses mostly in black clothing. She figures that dressing in black will make her harder to see when she hunts for her victims.
She doesnt own any homes, or anything of value for that matter. She doesnt even own (and has never own or driven) an automobile in her "entire" life.
When she was born they still used horses and buggies and when the car came out, she decided it was a waste of time. She also thinks that shes skinny because she walks everywhere she goes. She doesnt even like to take a cab if shes in a big city.
When she was about 220 years old, she met a man by the name of Charles.
He took her into his home, showed her kindness and hospitality. They even were lovers for a time.
But, as all vampires who roam are like, she got restless and decided to leave him. So, in chasing him away she told him what she really was and why she really couldnt wake up at 6pm when the sun was still out to watch a football game.
The man stood stunned in his dining room, watching her over the massive oak dining table, lavished with some china and a really bleached tablecloth.
He dropped a dish on the floor as he stared.
The the words "Fang" drifted from his lips. His eyes had rolled back in his head, he ripped his shirt off and transformed into a werewolf right in front of her eyes.
"Dog." She had said allowed. But it was too late, he came at her with all speed and grace. He bit down on her face trying to marr her apperiance.
Luck was with her though, and she only escaped with her trenchcoat and a pair of jeans.
But, the damage was done, she was now infected with Lycanthropy, a disease that many of her kind had come to find in werewolves.
Now during the full moon she chains herself to the concrete floor of where ever she can find to keep from hunting the innocent humans in her full raged wolf form.
When she was only 10 years after her infection of wolf (she was a vampire first so thats who she has been "brought" up to be), she met another man. A peculiar man with an odd smell about him (now her scense of smell and hearing have been peaked because of the wolf in her). He didnt do things like other humans, but she knew there was something.. well.. wrong about him.
But, at that time in her life, she was going through another "mid life crisis" (if there is ever such a thing for vampires and werewolves) and didnt really mind getting herself into something that she couldnt get out of.
To make this part of her story short, I will just say that he didnt bite her in any way. But most likely he stole her. Or a part of her. Or some of her vampiric-wolven soul.
When he stole this soul from her, he replaced it with some of his own soul, in an attempt to bind them together (for see, the man that she met was demon, and in his world they find lifemates and trade souls, so that one may never love another).
It was a horrible experiance, and it ripped Ayaeth's rigid beliefs from their foundations.
And it not only left her with an emotional scar, but a physical one as well.
A small upside-down cross on her chest between her breasts.
Youre probably wondering how she got away from the man?
She killed him. With her own fists. Her own claws. Her own teeth. And his blood.
She drained him completely, letting the vampire and wolf rage take her into its black fathomless depths before coming out of a blood stupor that could have killed her and taken her soul with the mans.
She had let his body fall onto the living room floor with a thud, cleaned herself off with a dirty shirt in the corner, dressed and left abruptly.
From then on she decided that caution was a good thing to have when encountering anything from anywhere.
Now she just roams the United States, Canada and sometimes different parts of Europe and Japan, but mostly the US.
Thats all I have to say about my character.. at least my main one that I will be "building upon".
Thanks and I hoped you enjoyed the read!
-Jay
