Post by peter on Sept 3, 2008 20:14:55 GMT
peter jareth bennett,
steady, reliable, self-controlled, stubborn, immovable, habitual, loyal, kind, possessive, honest, determined, ferocious temper
alias •• Sharli[/blockquote]
age •• 22
how you find us? •• Katie
contact •• PM or email
other characters •• Jasper Hale
rp sample ••Peter gazed into the fire, watching the flames lap at the air like angry serpent tongues. The desert was cold tonight, not that he noticed the temperature change; even without the heat the fire created he would have been perfectly fine in such conditions. No, the fire was a prop, a way to throw off anyone who might come wandering by at this time of night. It would have been a foolish thing to do of course; even now Peter could hear the angry hisses and growls from their newborn charges. They were hungry; they were always hungry, constantly thirsting for the one thing that could saturate their veins, sooth the dryness that slowly increased to a burning. Peter remembered his first year as a vampire quite vividly; he remembered the thirst, the necessity to satiate it. Of course the thirst never truly faded, it only dulled.
With Jasper off they became more uneasy, more irritable as they waited for the next opportunity to feed. When they were in this state they were like rabid animals, eager to kill, not caring who that person may be. Peter pulled his pocket watch from his coat, examining the time. Jasper needed to hurry up. He could sense the unease from the others and it wouldn’t be long before they began turning on one another in their madness. His prayer was answered not long after; as he saw the silhouettes of four in the distance, coming toward the campsite. Jasper had returned. Peter pushed off the log he’d been sitting on, dusting his hands off on his trousers.
He narrowed his eyes in confusion as he saw the two newborns Jazz had taken with him, half carrying/ half dragging, the fourth member of their party behind them. It was a girl he realized and she was fighting them with all of her strength: pulling, clawing, and tugging. It was only as they got closer to him that Peter realized she was one of their kind. A newborn by the looks of it, newly turned, but by who was anyone’s guess. Peter remained by the fire as Jasper ordered the two charges to stay put as he stalked into Maria’s tent.
Peter frowned, his eyes moving toward the angry female once more. She was still fighting, her angry hisses and growls resonating through the air. Peter watched as she kicked up her legs, trying to throw her body away from her two guards. He could see it was a struggle for them to keep their hold on her. She was obviously a very new vampire and the pair of them were nearly a year old. Jasper had chosen them for the task because they were more in control of their instincts than the other lackeys that currently served Maria; with the aid of his power the two would cause little trouble. However, that decision seemed to be proving unwise at the moment. It was as Jasper returned, Maria at his side that the two captors became distracted. At that moment the girl jerked with all her strength, her thin arms slipping from their grasp with little trouble.
She didn’t waste any time, a moment later she pounced on the first, twisting his head completely around. The other tried to seize her from behind, but on his own he was no match for her. She shrugged him off, whirling on him and leaping toward him, her fingers hooked into claws, her teeth bared in a snarl. She bit into his shoulder, eliciting an agonized shriek from the guard. Peter was moving toward the squabble immediately, his eyes focusing on her intently. He could hear Maria’s angry shout, demanding that Jasper kill her or get her under control. Jasper wasted no time, she moved in her direction, his crimson eyes focused on her, willing her to calm with his mind. The reaction in the others around them was almost immediate, even Peter could feel his own instincts being pacified, Jasper’s powers working miracles, but the girl was far too distraught to be numbed. When Jasper got close to her she swatted at him, her eyes wild with fury. Peter watched as his friend bared his own teeth, the two of them circling around each other in a pre-combative manner. Maria was still shouting in the background, her voice like nails on a chalkboard to Peter, “Kill her, kill her!”
Typically the fight would have been over, Jasper was very accustomed to wrangling newborns, he knew how they thought, he knew how they moved, but this girl wasn’t doing any of the typical things. With one quick motion she moved forward, not from the side the way most newborns might move. She hit Jasper square in the chest sending him backwards. He landed on the tent, taking the structure down with his weight. The female moved toward Maria then her hostile hiss whispering between her lips as she moved toward her. “Jasper!” Maria shouted as the girl advanced. But he was too far; he wouldn’t reach her in time. Peter had intended to stay out of this, but he was the closest to their ‘leader’. He groaned, but headed toward the two women. Faster than any human could move he was behind the newborn, wrapping his arms around her from behind and hauling her backwards. She dug her nails into his arms, continuing to hiss and fight him as he pulled her away. He felt her teeth sink into his forearm, but Peter refused to let go and he was strong enough despite his age to hold her.
When he had her a secure distance from Maria he lowered his face near her ear, his own voice coming out a hiss, “Stop.” He growled, his voice conveying authority, demanding respect, “Do you want to die? Because they will kill you if you don’t stop this.” He turned her around, holding her firmly by the upper arms, his dark burgundy eyes staring down into hers. It was at this distance that he finally took the time to see her. Soft blond hair framing a pale face adorned with perfect features; a classically straight nose, heavy-lashed eyes, full lips... In that moment she hissed, her lips pulled back, exposing her teeth as she continued to struggle. Peter was fairly certain he had never seen another newborn fight so hard to escape. She was fiery, she was mean-spirited, she was vicious… and yet she was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. When he spoke again his tone was softer, “We’re not going to hurt you.” He said, his voice gentler than it had been in years, “Calm down.”
She still fought, but he could see the confusion on her face as she debated internally whether to believe him or not. In any event her struggle lessened, he could tell she wasn’t putting nearly as much effort into it as the seconds ticked away. A few moments later she was completely still, though whether that was because of him or because Jasper had slowly edged his way up toward them, he wasn’t sure. “I’m Peter.” He said so low that only she would be able hear, giving her a slight smile. She just continued to stare at him, her fear and uncertainty obvious through her labored breathing, though it was hardly necessary. She continued to stare at his face, seemingly memorizing each feature. Her voice almost started him when she spoke, for he hadn't been expecting a response. It was one word, but it was enough to convince Peter that she wasn't nearly as volatile as they'd previously thought, "Charlotte." Her name...a beautiful name.
Behind him he could hear Maria speaking furiously, her words coming out quick and sharp. She wanted her dead now. She was hissing at Jasper, giving him the order…but before Peter even knew what he was doing he was standing in front of her, putting himself between her, Maria and Jasper. “No.” He said growled protectively.
