Post by Ankea Havock on Nov 15, 2006 22:45:30 GMT
Full Name: Ankea Crimson Lily Havock
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Occupation: In the non-magical, mortal world she is a Hot Topic worker...Her other occupation she shares with no one.
Loyalties: None, she follows what she feels and doesn't care what people tell her.
Avatar: (celebrity used) Amy Lee
General Appearance: Ankea has a rather lovely figure. Her hair is a rich black that falls to her midle back. Her eyes are a light blue-ish color. Naturally her skin is very pale; but she tends to have more normal colored skin when around normal non-magical mortals.
Brief Character History: Ankea was born October 31 to Scarlet and Benjamin Lee. Her mother died in child birth and her father had been killed in war only a few days before.
Her foster parents where rather abusive people and regularly beat her for little or no reason. When she turned ten her foster parents where mysteriously murdered and Ankea had vanished. Between ten and eighteen no one had any records of where Ankea was, or for that matter, if she was alive. Few people even know her past and she never tells it.
Personality: Mysterious, shy, dark, secluded, but if you don't piss her off she is nice.
Sample Roleplay: Cahlind stood on the edge of the lake, the sky above her filled with pitch black clouds; and the air smelled of rain to come. She smiled, evil riddling her smile as always. The breeze ruffled her black lace trimmed skirt. Her teal hair had turned black just for a night or two.
Reaching her hands out over the waters she snapped her fingers and a song started to play; the haunting and dark melody ringing loud in the air. With another snap of her fingers sixty swans made of water rose from the churning foam coated waves of the lake. She closed her eyes as the voices to the song started. She stepped onto the water, not falling though; no she walked on the water, turning its once deep blue aqua drops to pure black…The swans turning black in color as well. With her eyes still closed she slowly and gracefully walked forward, thirty swans on each side of her and perfectly lined up.
Some invisible force seemed to walk her along, each step taken turned more of the waters black in color. Once in the dead center of the lake Cahlind stopped dead in her tracks, moving her arms around her she started to dance to the music, graceful as an angel from hell, just what she was. A few moments later she stopped in a position with one had straight up in the air and the other straight out to her side. “Keeshe” She spoke, a pure silver dagger appearing in the hand she had in the air. She raised her other hand and placed the dagger against her wrist, cutting it across slowly. From the moment the first red drop of her blood hit the black waters the entire lake turned red….the water now blood.
Dropping the dagger into the waters she kept both hands high in the air, some invisible force binding them together, as well as her feet. As the dagger sank into the depths of the lake so did Cahlind, slowly she seemed to be pulled beneath the surface of the lake now made of blood. The sixty swan flew high into the air, ding complicated patterns before diving into the bloody water from which they where born. The winds came up and the rain started to pound, ice cold.
Suddenly she appeared, rising up from the ground. Her hands and feet still invisibly bound and her eyes closed. She fell to the ground, covered in blood which the rain had trouble washing off. What had just happened? It was perhaps Cahlind’s darkest, deepest secret. Something no one, not even her father, knew about. (Taken from another site)
I, Ankea Havock, have read and comprehended the site Premise and Rules, and by submitting this form, fully understand the responsibilities of being a part of this site aiming to create a formidable and rich history of Hogwarts. [/b]
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Occupation: In the non-magical, mortal world she is a Hot Topic worker...Her other occupation she shares with no one.
Loyalties: None, she follows what she feels and doesn't care what people tell her.
Avatar: (celebrity used) Amy Lee
General Appearance: Ankea has a rather lovely figure. Her hair is a rich black that falls to her midle back. Her eyes are a light blue-ish color. Naturally her skin is very pale; but she tends to have more normal colored skin when around normal non-magical mortals.
Brief Character History: Ankea was born October 31 to Scarlet and Benjamin Lee. Her mother died in child birth and her father had been killed in war only a few days before.
Her foster parents where rather abusive people and regularly beat her for little or no reason. When she turned ten her foster parents where mysteriously murdered and Ankea had vanished. Between ten and eighteen no one had any records of where Ankea was, or for that matter, if she was alive. Few people even know her past and she never tells it.
Personality: Mysterious, shy, dark, secluded, but if you don't piss her off she is nice.
Sample Roleplay: Cahlind stood on the edge of the lake, the sky above her filled with pitch black clouds; and the air smelled of rain to come. She smiled, evil riddling her smile as always. The breeze ruffled her black lace trimmed skirt. Her teal hair had turned black just for a night or two.
Reaching her hands out over the waters she snapped her fingers and a song started to play; the haunting and dark melody ringing loud in the air. With another snap of her fingers sixty swans made of water rose from the churning foam coated waves of the lake. She closed her eyes as the voices to the song started. She stepped onto the water, not falling though; no she walked on the water, turning its once deep blue aqua drops to pure black…The swans turning black in color as well. With her eyes still closed she slowly and gracefully walked forward, thirty swans on each side of her and perfectly lined up.
Some invisible force seemed to walk her along, each step taken turned more of the waters black in color. Once in the dead center of the lake Cahlind stopped dead in her tracks, moving her arms around her she started to dance to the music, graceful as an angel from hell, just what she was. A few moments later she stopped in a position with one had straight up in the air and the other straight out to her side. “Keeshe” She spoke, a pure silver dagger appearing in the hand she had in the air. She raised her other hand and placed the dagger against her wrist, cutting it across slowly. From the moment the first red drop of her blood hit the black waters the entire lake turned red….the water now blood.
Dropping the dagger into the waters she kept both hands high in the air, some invisible force binding them together, as well as her feet. As the dagger sank into the depths of the lake so did Cahlind, slowly she seemed to be pulled beneath the surface of the lake now made of blood. The sixty swan flew high into the air, ding complicated patterns before diving into the bloody water from which they where born. The winds came up and the rain started to pound, ice cold.
Suddenly she appeared, rising up from the ground. Her hands and feet still invisibly bound and her eyes closed. She fell to the ground, covered in blood which the rain had trouble washing off. What had just happened? It was perhaps Cahlind’s darkest, deepest secret. Something no one, not even her father, knew about. (Taken from another site)
I, Ankea Havock, have read and comprehended the site Premise and Rules, and by submitting this form, fully understand the responsibilities of being a part of this site aiming to create a formidable and rich history of Hogwarts. [/b]
