Post by Lilith on Jun 17, 2008 23:28:36 GMT -7
General Information
Name: Lilith
Nickname: Huntress
Age: 70 (Looks 14)
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Race: Vampire
Profession: Devil/Demon Hunter//Bounty Hunter
Personality
One Word: Badass
Likes: Fighting, Thieving, Killing, Money, Liquor
Dislikes: Annoying People, Nice People, Demons/Devils, Being Bothered
Strengths: Weapons, Hand to Hand Fighting, Speed, Stamina, Strength
Weaknesses: Overconfidence, Pride, Failure
Side: Darkly Neutral
Detailed Personality Description:
Someone could be killed and I wouldn't care. Hell, I could kill someone and not care. Some call me overconfident, and too proud for my own good, but what can I say? I am friends with no one, and I only talk to anyone because I'm always looking forward to a hunt and it's bounty. Call me the best assassin in Japan. Maybe the world. But there couldn't be one person who loves to kill as much as me. I kill not only for profit, but also to sustain myself. I am a vampire, after all.
Appearance
Image:
Overall description:
History
Detailed Personal History:
No... I wasn't born a vampire unfortunately. I grew up to two normal humans. My father was a demon slayer, my mother sought after by the devil himself. We were always sieged under attack by devils, demons, and other creatures of the like. If you are wondering what a devil is, it is far different from a demon in it's own way. Devils are worse then demons by tenfold. They have only two weak points; the spinal cord and the heart. If you manage to cut it's spinal cord at the base of the neck or inside it's head, or load it's heart with bullets, then it will eventually die. Some regenerate. But the worst thing about a devil, is that it can appear human. Unlike demons, they can look entirely like a human. No strange eyes or hair colors, either. And demons can't sense it, either. They may think a devil as one of their own, as a human, or some other god forsaken animal, but demons with never be able to distinguish a devil.
I'm lucky. Way back, my ancestor was a devil slayer, just like me, but he was also a master swordsmith and had arcane knowledge of the world. Within his knowledge, he knew how to distinguish a demon from a devil. He was killed because of this, but not before he had a son. A long line of sons followed, and each one could tell a devil from anything else, but the art was fading. Then I was born. I was the exact same as my uncle. I could sense devils as acutely as he. And I was the first daughter. At first, when I discovered my power, devils began knowing exactly what was going on. Especially when they visited my mother. For some reason, there was always someone, one person, the the devils were after. This time, it was my mother. Now since my father had very low senses about devils, I always knew first. And when a 'beggar' sat at our doorstep, I would tell him there was something strange about him. He'd slice the man's head off, and a devil would emerge for the human's skin like a butterfly from it's cacoon. Each time my father was ready, and each time he managed to kill it. But one day, a woman visited us. She was no devil, no not a demon, either. She was a vampire. At first I couldn't place it, but the woman, to my father, seemed too pale yet too shady to be human, and he immediately attempted to slay her.
She was too powerful. She killed him. My mother was also killed, but I remained alive, the tender age of fourteen. My hair silver, my eyes blood red. The woman approached me. "There is something about you... You are not the average human..."
She had whispered into my ear, and before I knew it, she was draining me of my lifesource; my blood. She had nearly comepletely drained me before she released her fangs from my jugular; and then she had fed me her own blood. I had revived; now, however, I was a vampire. She taught me the basics; what a vampire could do, what it had to do, and what would kill it. But her being so old, she had the ability to regenerate in the sun, and after being burned. Since she had sired me, I was inherited these abilities. With that, I took to the modern era. I took a few years of college online, and after that, I dyed my hair to black and put in blue contacts, and became a police officer, then a private eye. I learned to use fire arms, and then came back to the fuedal era. I had my sword, ninja stars, throwing needles, kunai, shuriken, and several other weapons including daggers and twin katanas.
The word? Caligula
Name: Lilith
Nickname: Huntress
Age: 70 (Looks 14)
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Race: Vampire
Profession: Devil/Demon Hunter//Bounty Hunter
Personality
One Word: Badass
Likes: Fighting, Thieving, Killing, Money, Liquor
Dislikes: Annoying People, Nice People, Demons/Devils, Being Bothered
Strengths: Weapons, Hand to Hand Fighting, Speed, Stamina, Strength
Weaknesses: Overconfidence, Pride, Failure
Side: Darkly Neutral
Detailed Personality Description:
Someone could be killed and I wouldn't care. Hell, I could kill someone and not care. Some call me overconfident, and too proud for my own good, but what can I say? I am friends with no one, and I only talk to anyone because I'm always looking forward to a hunt and it's bounty. Call me the best assassin in Japan. Maybe the world. But there couldn't be one person who loves to kill as much as me. I kill not only for profit, but also to sustain myself. I am a vampire, after all.
Appearance
Image:
Overall description:
- Eye color: Blood Red
- Hair Color: Silver
- Weight: 110 lbs.
- Height: 6'2"
History
Detailed Personal History:
No... I wasn't born a vampire unfortunately. I grew up to two normal humans. My father was a demon slayer, my mother sought after by the devil himself. We were always sieged under attack by devils, demons, and other creatures of the like. If you are wondering what a devil is, it is far different from a demon in it's own way. Devils are worse then demons by tenfold. They have only two weak points; the spinal cord and the heart. If you manage to cut it's spinal cord at the base of the neck or inside it's head, or load it's heart with bullets, then it will eventually die. Some regenerate. But the worst thing about a devil, is that it can appear human. Unlike demons, they can look entirely like a human. No strange eyes or hair colors, either. And demons can't sense it, either. They may think a devil as one of their own, as a human, or some other god forsaken animal, but demons with never be able to distinguish a devil.
I'm lucky. Way back, my ancestor was a devil slayer, just like me, but he was also a master swordsmith and had arcane knowledge of the world. Within his knowledge, he knew how to distinguish a demon from a devil. He was killed because of this, but not before he had a son. A long line of sons followed, and each one could tell a devil from anything else, but the art was fading. Then I was born. I was the exact same as my uncle. I could sense devils as acutely as he. And I was the first daughter. At first, when I discovered my power, devils began knowing exactly what was going on. Especially when they visited my mother. For some reason, there was always someone, one person, the the devils were after. This time, it was my mother. Now since my father had very low senses about devils, I always knew first. And when a 'beggar' sat at our doorstep, I would tell him there was something strange about him. He'd slice the man's head off, and a devil would emerge for the human's skin like a butterfly from it's cacoon. Each time my father was ready, and each time he managed to kill it. But one day, a woman visited us. She was no devil, no not a demon, either. She was a vampire. At first I couldn't place it, but the woman, to my father, seemed too pale yet too shady to be human, and he immediately attempted to slay her.
She was too powerful. She killed him. My mother was also killed, but I remained alive, the tender age of fourteen. My hair silver, my eyes blood red. The woman approached me. "There is something about you... You are not the average human..."
She had whispered into my ear, and before I knew it, she was draining me of my lifesource; my blood. She had nearly comepletely drained me before she released her fangs from my jugular; and then she had fed me her own blood. I had revived; now, however, I was a vampire. She taught me the basics; what a vampire could do, what it had to do, and what would kill it. But her being so old, she had the ability to regenerate in the sun, and after being burned. Since she had sired me, I was inherited these abilities. With that, I took to the modern era. I took a few years of college online, and after that, I dyed my hair to black and put in blue contacts, and became a police officer, then a private eye. I learned to use fire arms, and then came back to the fuedal era. I had my sword, ninja stars, throwing needles, kunai, shuriken, and several other weapons including daggers and twin katanas.
The word? Caligula
