† « A child of the night… »
Birth name ;; Lore Christiansen
Gender ;; Female
The years I’ve walked ;; Sixteen <---> One hundred seventeen
My thought on the living ;; They're allies.
I was born a ;; Fledgling
The standings ;; Third
I was meant to be ;; A Child of Night
† « Were the silhouette solid … »
Were there mirrors to see ;; Lore isn't intimidating, really. Standing at five one and weighing ninety two pounds, Lore doesn't take much pride in her appearance. She's practically immortal, so she can care in a millenia or two. A dark purple corduroy hat adorns her redbrown hair, covering her small face in a shadow. Lore doesn't care for jewelry, but she does wear a small silver chain with one chain on it - a rose, in memory of the vampire she loved, who, not surprisingly, made her one (he died by tasting Rose blood). She hasn't taken it off since she was sixteen - in reality.
A portrait painted ;;
Windows to the soul ;; A deep grey, often compared to Athene's.
Not quite an angel’s halo ;; Redbrown. It reaches her shoulders in curls, but is normally tied up in a low ponytail. Lore really doesn't like long hair...
So many inches from the ground ;; Sixty one.
Feather or Brick? ;; Ninety two pounds
Shadows cast ;; Sinewy, slim.
The moon highlights ;; Lore is relatively average, aside from the red scar that runs in her left forearm, a wonderful gift from the vampire that converted her.
It seems I come from ;; Greece.
† « Immortal body, immortal soul … »
The real me ;; Blunt and pragmatic, most seem to be put off by Lore's nature. She's brutally honest, and says exactly what she thinks, whenever she thinks it. She will never have tact, ever. Lore has no tolerance for idiots, but is fairly tolerant of others. She tends to take her time in decisions, not wanting to be rushed. Lore could spend hours contemplating a simple question, philosophically pondering every outcome. An insomniac, Lore is ususally tired, giving
They always catch my eye ;; The males/Heterosexual
But will never beat ;; [ non applicable ]
After-hours ;; Student/Coffee server at the cafeteria
In five words ;; Frigid + Uncaring + Pragmatic + Blunt + Methodical
Bear the fangs ;;
Enjoyment ;;
The irresistible ;; Chocolate, really. Though Lore frequently curses the modern world, she does love chocolate. Surprisingly, her figure doesn't take the toll. Lore enjoys literature as well, and thirsts for it like blood. She enjoys the company of small children, but is known to drink blood...so...watch out.
Last shadow before dawn ;; [ non applicable ]
† « Behind the mask … »
The sire ;; poetic pink flamingos!
The proof ;; I am a writer, and I am also a roleplayer because of this. I seek to find advanced literate roleplays all over Gaia, and now that I have found one, I would like to keep it going, for my enjoyment and for others.
The samples ;; I believe I showed these to you.
† « The path of learning … »
I ;; Advanced Astronomy
II ;; English Literature and Composition
III ;; Trigonometry
IV ;; Blood Lab
V ;; Greek
VI ;; Latin
VII ;; Chemistry
VIII ;; World History
Birth name ;; Lore Christiansen
Gender ;; Female
The years I’ve walked ;; Sixteen <---> One hundred seventeen
My thought on the living ;; They're allies.
I was born a ;; Fledgling
The standings ;; Third
I was meant to be ;; A Child of Night
† « Were the silhouette solid … »
Were there mirrors to see ;; Lore isn't intimidating, really. Standing at five one and weighing ninety two pounds, Lore doesn't take much pride in her appearance. She's practically immortal, so she can care in a millenia or two. A dark purple corduroy hat adorns her redbrown hair, covering her small face in a shadow. Lore doesn't care for jewelry, but she does wear a small silver chain with one chain on it - a rose, in memory of the vampire she loved, who, not surprisingly, made her one (he died by tasting Rose blood). She hasn't taken it off since she was sixteen - in reality.
A portrait painted ;;
Windows to the soul ;; A deep grey, often compared to Athene's.
Not quite an angel’s halo ;; Redbrown. It reaches her shoulders in curls, but is normally tied up in a low ponytail. Lore really doesn't like long hair...
So many inches from the ground ;; Sixty one.
Feather or Brick? ;; Ninety two pounds
Shadows cast ;; Sinewy, slim.
The moon highlights ;; Lore is relatively average, aside from the red scar that runs in her left forearm, a wonderful gift from the vampire that converted her.
It seems I come from ;; Greece.
† « Immortal body, immortal soul … »
The real me ;; Blunt and pragmatic, most seem to be put off by Lore's nature. She's brutally honest, and says exactly what she thinks, whenever she thinks it. She will never have tact, ever. Lore has no tolerance for idiots, but is fairly tolerant of others. She tends to take her time in decisions, not wanting to be rushed. Lore could spend hours contemplating a simple question, philosophically pondering every outcome. An insomniac, Lore is ususally tired, giving
They always catch my eye ;; The males/Heterosexual
But will never beat ;; [ non applicable ]
After-hours ;; Student/Coffee server at the cafeteria
In five words ;; Frigid + Uncaring + Pragmatic + Blunt + Methodical
Bear the fangs ;;
Enjoyment ;;
The irresistible ;; Chocolate, really. Though Lore frequently curses the modern world, she does love chocolate. Surprisingly, her figure doesn't take the toll. Lore enjoys literature as well, and thirsts for it like blood. She enjoys the company of small children, but is known to drink blood...so...watch out.
Last shadow before dawn ;; [ non applicable ]
† « Behind the mask … »
The sire ;; poetic pink flamingos!
The proof ;; I am a writer, and I am also a roleplayer because of this. I seek to find advanced literate roleplays all over Gaia, and now that I have found one, I would like to keep it going, for my enjoyment and for others.
The samples ;; I believe I showed these to you.
† « The path of learning … »
I ;; Advanced Astronomy
II ;; English Literature and Composition
III ;; Trigonometry
IV ;; Blood Lab
V ;; Greek
VI ;; Latin
VII ;; Chemistry
VIII ;; World History
