Jane Darcie Rhian (Volturi) WIP

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JANE

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*Name:[/u] Jane Darcie Rhian
*Nicknames:[/u] Jane Volturi, Jane, 'Witch Twin', Vixen
*Gender: Female
*Birthday: October 31st, 1659
*Date of turn: October 31st, 1672
*Age: For real, she is 348 years old, and is forever 16 in human years.
*Species: Vampire
*Sexuality: Heterosexual
*Ability: Jane has the ability to create the allusion of intense pain. It is what makes up for Jane's petite figure, and makes it known to everyone that she is not one that they would want to target. Pain beyond what many have ever endured, fire reaping away any sense of momentary content or comfort- driving any thought of perusing the girl away from the mind. For vampires- the pain would remind them of the worst event of their existence- their change, for humans it would be pure agony. She takes pride in her ability, and loves to subjects others to it. For the reason, she loaths Bella Swan for thwarting her gift, she hates the human with all her heart.

*Height: 4' 10"
*Weight: 100 lbs
*Hair: Jane's hair is like that of a darkened blonde and it falls two or three inches past her shoulders. Despite her vampire state, her hair is unlike her skin and has a rather soft feeling.
*Eyes: Shapes like a oval with sharpened ends, her eyes were dark blue as a human- but when she was turned, they were the brightest of reds for a few years. Now, they have slightly dimmed to be the shade of the petals of a velvet red rose.
*Tattoos/Scars: As rarely anyone can get near enough to Jane to cause her harm- she has no scars whatsoever from her vampire life. When she was a human, she had scars from being beaten from being accused of witchcraft. but all of which are gone. Their are only two scars that mark her skin now, one on her neck from when she was turned, the second is a simple blue-ish rose-shaped birthmark on her lower back.
*General Appearance: A few sentences is fine.

*Likes:

• Aro
  
• Alec
  
• Utilizing her gift
  
• The Volturi
  
• Newborns
  
• Christmas
  

*Dislikes:

• Witchcraft
  
• Human Beings
  
• Being revealed
  
• Deceptive people
  
• *Anyone* who defies the Volturi
  
• *Anyone* who attempts to harm herself, Aro, or Alec.
  

*Strengths:

• Painting
  
• Violin
  
• Acting
  
• Lying
  

*Weaknesses: Their Kryptonite?
*Habits/Quirks: Crazy little things you do
*Fears: What scares them?
*Secrets: Keep them hidden well?
*Overall Personality: Two paragraphs telling us about who they are.

*Birthplace: where were you born?
*Hometown: Where you live now
*Mother: the woman that gave you life
*Father: The man of the house
*Siblings: Alec Rhian (forever 16) Volturi, Caitlin Rhian (Died at 12)
*Significant Other: None
*Children: None
*Other important people: Aro Volturi
*Pets: None- she would eat them
*Overall History: At least three decent paragraphs. Give us details, we love details.



*Your Name: Calista, Nahara, or Lilith
*Age: 13
*Experience: About 4 years/i]
*Who Do You Play: None yet- plan to get Bree and a OC named Calista
*How Do We Contact You: PM
*How Did You Find Us: Got and Invite from support.proboards
*did You Read The Rules: Prove it
*Role Play Sample:

Mar 6, 2011 18:38:06 GMT -5 @calistagracious said:

District^Calista

_Gracious Eleven

Skipping through her small town, Calista Gracious was not giving a single thought to any hardships the districts were going through currently. The nearly-melted snow under her feet sloshed with her movement. Most were walking slowly- trying to avoid splashing. But this little girl found amusement in jumping in the runny slush, the droplets spraying up and wetting the bottom of her simple plaid brown skirt that stopped just at her knees and brown top with short-sleeves.

Some watched Calista in amusement, other sent her looks of annoyance or agitation, but either way, most knew her to be the little girl that was usually happy no matter how bleak things were around the district. Her long brown hair was dirty and slightly static as strands stuck up was just flying behind her as she jumped and skipped along. The eyes that were uniform in color with the rest of her appearance shone with a childish amusement and naivety. In her hands she carried a large, yet plainly empty, simple faded red bag, which flapped weakly at the movement it was subjected too.

Where was she going? That soon became known as she stopped at a small shop and got a loaf of bread with the little money that she had carried, followed by her retrieval of some milk. Slipping her purchases into the red bag, she left the store, giving the salesman an oblivious, joyful smile.

As she then began her journey back to her home, the sky went from it's already close- to dusk feel, to begin to dip into the night. As the light dimmed, and she dallied along not paying attention to anything then being sure to jump into every single puddle along the way. It was not far from the shop that she slipped and fell on her butt, soaking her skirt and the hem of her shirt. She started to giggle as she struggled to jump onto her feet- slipping in the water. The red bag had fallen on her second attempt and landed next to her, just outside the puddle and luckily it did not drop it's contents. Laughing again, Calista reached for the bag while trying to stand, yet again slipping and finally giving into a long bout of giggles, just sitting in the slushy water.

Made by Aisilyn Of Caution. If you steal this and remove this tag I will hunt you down and kill you with my spork of doom before making lunch meat from your body and selling it for a profit. Lyrics used is from the song Until Tomorrow by my favorite band Paramore.

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