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Glenna's Bio.
Name: Glenna Chasseur Fortescue
Age: 16- 18 (Depending on the role play)
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 128 lbs
Blood type: B
Birthday: February 14th
Race: human with special abilities
Eye color: a deep blue
Hair color: charcoal black
Clothing: a long-sleeved black shirt made out of a unique mesh-like material that can protect skin against blades and claws, matching pants, and thick black steel-toed boots
Significant markings: a little scar on her left wrist from being attacked by a vampire as a child, a tattoo of a ring of bats around her upper arm, and a cross tattoo on her forearm
Work experience: vampire huntress
Strengths: is exceptionally loyal to the people she is close to and good with taking care of children
Weakness: is not good at taking advice and has a bad temper
Hobbies: intense physical training, reading, and singing
Weapons of Choice: silver daggers dipped in dead man's blood, crossbow or compound bow with silver-tipped arrows, silver throwing stars, or silver darts filled with holy water that will inject into a person's skin on contact
Family : (All characters will be NPCs unless someone wants to play one.)
Arabella: Glenna's mother. (deceased)
Jonathan: Glenna's father. (deceased)
Liam is Glenna's 19-year-old brother. He is a skilled fighter who cares deeply for his sister. (open)
Yvette: Glenna's aunt. (open)
Larkin: Glenna's uncle. (open)
Sage: Glenna's five-year-old cousin. (open)
Claude: Glenna's uncle and Lila's father. (Deceased unless someone wants to play him)
Liona: Glenna's aunt and Lila's mother. She was turned into a vampire. (open)
Lila: Glenna's 14 year old cousin. She is timid, frail, and needs a lot of training.
History:
"History, who needs history? The past is the past and cannot be changed. It's always the same. Blah, Blah blah, people die. The only way to ease the pain is to take revenge."
The only memory that slips into her mind sometimes on a dark and lonely night:
She gasped and soon could see only a black canvas within her mind. It was then that the pictures slowly started to enter her thoughts. The canvas flashed white, and soon it was snowing. There was lots and lots of snow on the ground and freshly falling from the sky. It seemed to be an endless field of nothing but snow, sky, and thick forests of pine trees. Soon, a young boy dressed in simple, thin peasant clothing came into view. He stood with his feet mounted in the snow and a bow in his hands. He looked so tiny and lanky that it was hard to believe he could handle such a large weapon. "I have to make this perfect," he told the wind as it tossed his sandy hair in his face. His bare hands trembled as he loaded the arrow and pulled back the string. He closed one eye and steadied himself as he tried to shoot a tiny bat-sized target on a faraway tree. After he could no longer hold back the string, he released it, and the arrow flew through the air. He stumbled forward and watched it hit the tree far below the mark. "Err, not again!" he yelled, seeming frustrated. He loaded another arrow quickly and tried again, and again, and again. Each time he sent one flying, it landed just short of the mark. He grabbed another arrow and snapped it in half. "Why can't I ever get this right? Father is right… I am a disgrace! I will never be as good at this as he is……" He let the bow fall into the snow and then looked down at his blistered and bloody hands. He had been at it for quite some time now.
Soon, a little child about the age of four came running up to him. She wore a form-fitting wool coat and a pair of wool mittens. She had boots on and long black hair hung loosely from a snow hat as she skipped along the wintery path. Her eyes were bright, and she had that carefree look most children had on their faces at that age. She stopped when she saw the boy, Liam, standing there; she looked at him worriedly. "Liam…. You are still out here? Take a break! Take a break! Here, I will help you!" she told him in the same chipper tone she usually had when talking to him. She grabbed the bow from the snow as if it weighed nothing to her and loaded it with an arrow. "Like this, Liam, like this!" she told him as she sent the arrow flying, and it hit the mark. "See, just do it like that!" She tilted her head when an expression of anger was evident. She let the bow fall from her hands and moved closer to him, holding his hands tightly. She looked up at him with big, worried eyes. "Liam….do you hate me? Did I do something wrong again? I am sorry… I just wanted to help. I wanted to help you use the bow. I don't want the monsters to gobble you up. I would be sad and…. I'm sorry," she told him.
Liam looked down at the tiny figure before him and smiled sadly. Without much warning, he scooped the girl up in his arms and spun her around before setting her down and hugging her. "I could never be angry with you, little one; I love you. I am just angry with myself, Glenna, that's all. I want to be able to protect people. I don't think I can do that if I am not better. I…. I don't know, Glenna. I don't want to kill things. If it is wrong for them to kill us, then…why do we need to kill all of them? Isn't that wrong they…they look so human so…. Every time I think about it, I cannot do it. I will never be able to kill a single one," he told her as he hugged the girl tightly.
Another woman seemed to appear behind them with little warning. She looked much like Glenna did now, only with a kinder, gentler face. She was wearing a beautiful long black dress with a fur coat draped over the top of it. She was holding another small coat and a set of gloves. She smiled warmly and walked in front of Liam before placing a hand on his face. "My dear sweet boy, you are training hard, aren't you? I am proud of you, but please… make sure you are not training in vain, my dear." Her voice was soft but firm. She finally knelt before her children, looking at both of them intently.
"You both need to listen to me. Liam, I know that you don't want to kill things, but….vampires… are not humans; they are monsters. They have no heartbeat, and they have no soul. Nothing good can come of their existence. I may not always be around to protect you. You both need to learn to protect each other and yourselves. Vampires will kill you without even thinking. That is the only way they can survive, which is to kill. They will rip out your throat and drain the blood from your body. So many people die like this. If you don't kill them, they will kill you; you need to understand that. You can not hesitate. You aim, and that is it. It's alright if you are not skilled with a bow. That is your father's talent and mine as well, but Liam, I know that you have a special talent too," she said, placing a hand on her son's heart.
"Here now, put these on," she added as she handed him over the coats and gloves. "Now, I want the two of you to go into town to your cousin's shop and pick up our new supplies. It is still early in the day so that you will be back before sunset." She stood again, picked Glenna up, and held her close. "My little angel," she cooed as she kissed the girl on the head. "You take care of your brother, and then when you come back, you and I will train," she told her before setting the girl down in the snow. She let the girl hug her and then pushed her off toward Liam. "Alright, you two behave and hurry." She watched them tromp through the snow before picking up the bow. She loaded it with two arrows at once and then shot the target dead on without flinching. She sighed and shook her head before gathering the weapons and starting off again.
After that, there is little that Glenna chooses to remember. Little bits and pieces come to her, but she pushes them away all too quickly.
Christmas.
Cookies.
Blood …
"Your mother was careless! When you are a hunter, you can't take even a day off, or you become careless, and something like this happens. I didn't see you trying to stop this. Crying will never help you, Glenna! Today, you are a woman! You need to be a strong hunter and prepare yourself. This is no longer a childish game! You are a hunter! Crying over your mother will do you no good! Now, I need to go upstairs and see what has become of your father. You should already know that he is dead. Your brother may die as well. Take this as a lesson: never be careless."……
Then, waking up to start a new day…
OOC Notes:
1)Well, first off, if you read this whole thing, you are an amazing person, and you deserve a Christmas cookie, mwahaha!
2) No claims to the picture. Credit goes to the artist. (Also, this is a temporary picture. Thus far, I haven't found anything to capture Glenna's appearance. If anyone happens across anything, please let me know.)
Age: 16- 18 (Depending on the role play)
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 128 lbs
Blood type: B
Birthday: February 14th
Race: human with special abilities
Eye color: a deep blue
Hair color: charcoal black
Clothing: a long-sleeved black shirt made out of a unique mesh-like material that can protect skin against blades and claws, matching pants, and thick black steel-toed boots
Significant markings: a little scar on her left wrist from being attacked by a vampire as a child, a tattoo of a ring of bats around her upper arm, and a cross tattoo on her forearm
Work experience: vampire huntress
Strengths: is exceptionally loyal to the people she is close to and good with taking care of children
Weakness: is not good at taking advice and has a bad temper
Hobbies: intense physical training, reading, and singing
Weapons of Choice: silver daggers dipped in dead man's blood, crossbow or compound bow with silver-tipped arrows, silver throwing stars, or silver darts filled with holy water that will inject into a person's skin on contact
Family : (All characters will be NPCs unless someone wants to play one.)
Arabella: Glenna's mother. (deceased)
Jonathan: Glenna's father. (deceased)
Liam is Glenna's 19-year-old brother. He is a skilled fighter who cares deeply for his sister. (open)
Yvette: Glenna's aunt. (open)
Larkin: Glenna's uncle. (open)
Sage: Glenna's five-year-old cousin. (open)
Claude: Glenna's uncle and Lila's father. (Deceased unless someone wants to play him)
Liona: Glenna's aunt and Lila's mother. She was turned into a vampire. (open)
Lila: Glenna's 14 year old cousin. She is timid, frail, and needs a lot of training.
History:
"History, who needs history? The past is the past and cannot be changed. It's always the same. Blah, Blah blah, people die. The only way to ease the pain is to take revenge."
The only memory that slips into her mind sometimes on a dark and lonely night:
She gasped and soon could see only a black canvas within her mind. It was then that the pictures slowly started to enter her thoughts. The canvas flashed white, and soon it was snowing. There was lots and lots of snow on the ground and freshly falling from the sky. It seemed to be an endless field of nothing but snow, sky, and thick forests of pine trees. Soon, a young boy dressed in simple, thin peasant clothing came into view. He stood with his feet mounted in the snow and a bow in his hands. He looked so tiny and lanky that it was hard to believe he could handle such a large weapon. "I have to make this perfect," he told the wind as it tossed his sandy hair in his face. His bare hands trembled as he loaded the arrow and pulled back the string. He closed one eye and steadied himself as he tried to shoot a tiny bat-sized target on a faraway tree. After he could no longer hold back the string, he released it, and the arrow flew through the air. He stumbled forward and watched it hit the tree far below the mark. "Err, not again!" he yelled, seeming frustrated. He loaded another arrow quickly and tried again, and again, and again. Each time he sent one flying, it landed just short of the mark. He grabbed another arrow and snapped it in half. "Why can't I ever get this right? Father is right… I am a disgrace! I will never be as good at this as he is……" He let the bow fall into the snow and then looked down at his blistered and bloody hands. He had been at it for quite some time now.
Soon, a little child about the age of four came running up to him. She wore a form-fitting wool coat and a pair of wool mittens. She had boots on and long black hair hung loosely from a snow hat as she skipped along the wintery path. Her eyes were bright, and she had that carefree look most children had on their faces at that age. She stopped when she saw the boy, Liam, standing there; she looked at him worriedly. "Liam…. You are still out here? Take a break! Take a break! Here, I will help you!" she told him in the same chipper tone she usually had when talking to him. She grabbed the bow from the snow as if it weighed nothing to her and loaded it with an arrow. "Like this, Liam, like this!" she told him as she sent the arrow flying, and it hit the mark. "See, just do it like that!" She tilted her head when an expression of anger was evident. She let the bow fall from her hands and moved closer to him, holding his hands tightly. She looked up at him with big, worried eyes. "Liam….do you hate me? Did I do something wrong again? I am sorry… I just wanted to help. I wanted to help you use the bow. I don't want the monsters to gobble you up. I would be sad and…. I'm sorry," she told him.
Liam looked down at the tiny figure before him and smiled sadly. Without much warning, he scooped the girl up in his arms and spun her around before setting her down and hugging her. "I could never be angry with you, little one; I love you. I am just angry with myself, Glenna, that's all. I want to be able to protect people. I don't think I can do that if I am not better. I…. I don't know, Glenna. I don't want to kill things. If it is wrong for them to kill us, then…why do we need to kill all of them? Isn't that wrong they…they look so human so…. Every time I think about it, I cannot do it. I will never be able to kill a single one," he told her as he hugged the girl tightly.
Another woman seemed to appear behind them with little warning. She looked much like Glenna did now, only with a kinder, gentler face. She was wearing a beautiful long black dress with a fur coat draped over the top of it. She was holding another small coat and a set of gloves. She smiled warmly and walked in front of Liam before placing a hand on his face. "My dear sweet boy, you are training hard, aren't you? I am proud of you, but please… make sure you are not training in vain, my dear." Her voice was soft but firm. She finally knelt before her children, looking at both of them intently.
"You both need to listen to me. Liam, I know that you don't want to kill things, but….vampires… are not humans; they are monsters. They have no heartbeat, and they have no soul. Nothing good can come of their existence. I may not always be around to protect you. You both need to learn to protect each other and yourselves. Vampires will kill you without even thinking. That is the only way they can survive, which is to kill. They will rip out your throat and drain the blood from your body. So many people die like this. If you don't kill them, they will kill you; you need to understand that. You can not hesitate. You aim, and that is it. It's alright if you are not skilled with a bow. That is your father's talent and mine as well, but Liam, I know that you have a special talent too," she said, placing a hand on her son's heart.
"Here now, put these on," she added as she handed him over the coats and gloves. "Now, I want the two of you to go into town to your cousin's shop and pick up our new supplies. It is still early in the day so that you will be back before sunset." She stood again, picked Glenna up, and held her close. "My little angel," she cooed as she kissed the girl on the head. "You take care of your brother, and then when you come back, you and I will train," she told her before setting the girl down in the snow. She let the girl hug her and then pushed her off toward Liam. "Alright, you two behave and hurry." She watched them tromp through the snow before picking up the bow. She loaded it with two arrows at once and then shot the target dead on without flinching. She sighed and shook her head before gathering the weapons and starting off again.
After that, there is little that Glenna chooses to remember. Little bits and pieces come to her, but she pushes them away all too quickly.
Christmas.
Cookies.
Blood …
"Your mother was careless! When you are a hunter, you can't take even a day off, or you become careless, and something like this happens. I didn't see you trying to stop this. Crying will never help you, Glenna! Today, you are a woman! You need to be a strong hunter and prepare yourself. This is no longer a childish game! You are a hunter! Crying over your mother will do you no good! Now, I need to go upstairs and see what has become of your father. You should already know that he is dead. Your brother may die as well. Take this as a lesson: never be careless."……
Then, waking up to start a new day…
OOC Notes:
1)Well, first off, if you read this whole thing, you are an amazing person, and you deserve a Christmas cookie, mwahaha!
2) No claims to the picture. Credit goes to the artist. (Also, this is a temporary picture. Thus far, I haven't found anything to capture Glenna's appearance. If anyone happens across anything, please let me know.)
0 | Oct 12th 2016 15:02