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Post by BladeOfRayne on Sept 21, 2008 18:24:58 GMT -5
placeholder! ;D
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Post by BladeOfRayne on Sept 22, 2008 15:35:43 GMT -5
You are the vampire BladeOfRayne. Powers: Second-sight Suction Surprise Perception Celerity(3) Stamina(3) Shadows(3) Thievery(3) Locate(3) Telepathy(3) Charisma(3) You are sire to one other vampire, including: Lionsheart (18990 pints) your lineage runs as follows: Lady bondage (21538) and the master vampire ophelia (13583). Name: Rayne Arashi Caern Nickname: Blade Age: Approximately 105 years Age when turned: 23 Height: 5'3" Weight: 48 kg / 106 lbs. Hair colour: Dyed blonde Eye colour: Light green    No permission needed. Nothing that could potentially harm myself, my family, or my clan. Everything else... I'm a slave. *shrug* Y!M ID: bladeofrayne Paragraph-form description/rp/thinga-ma-bob to be added when I get off my lazy ass. |
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Post by BladeOfRayne on Sept 22, 2008 20:15:49 GMT -5
Blade was never too good at this sorta stuff.
Scratching the back of her fluffy head, the blonde looked around herself at the occupants of the Auction Hall, eyeing the soon-to-be buyers and slaves. Honestly, just being around this many people made her queasy - she was never too good at social things. In her hands she clutched a well-bitten pencil and a pad of paper, looking for a place to put it on the board with the many other slave descriptions. It was hard to find an empty spot, but the vampiress eventually settled on a little corner to the far left-hand side, stapling it to the pin board.
"Much better," she says to herself triumphantly, placing her small hands on her hips. Her brows furrowed as she looked at her paper, the tip of her tongue resting on her upper lip to show her concentration. The paper was crooked. Without hesitation, she reached over and righted the short and clumsy description of herself, giving her horrid handwriting a once-over before deciding there was not much more she could do it make it as snazzy as all the other participants. She may not have looked sexy or alluring in her plain blue-jean shorts, Hurley tee-shirt, and rip-off Wal-Mart brand "Converse," but she was comfortable and willing to do what was needed of her, and that's all that mattered, right?
"That's right," came her answer to her unvoiced question. Blade dusted off her hands and made her way back to the area where the potential slaves would stay, settling onto a couch. It'd be a long wait.
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