Post by peaches on Aug 31, 2008 14:50:53 GMT
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Maria Jazmin De Rosa ,
stubborn. fighter. tough. determined. temepramental. catty. strategic. bossy. independent. vulnerable. delusional. close-minded.
alias •• peaches[/blockquote]
age •• fifteen!
how you find us? •• ads and Katie
contact •• pm or pm me to get my IM
other characters •• nada...yet... *impish grin*
rp sample ••Dark burgundy eyes scanned the area quietly, slightly glowing from the dark shadows that concealed a female's pale body. She was tuning out the noisy sounds of the streets that were only a few short steps away from her. It took a great deal of concentration. Her eyes were not a darker color than her usual for no reason. Despite the pain that scratched the back of her throat, she kept still trying to ignore the lush sounds of wet pulses that passed through the alley. The sounds that made her vampiric nature peep through her calm facade. The wet pulses, the sweet scents, the pumping blood, the weak bodies that would easily succumb to her will. No, she needed to wait despite her mouth was excessively releasing venom as each sent hit the roof of her mouth. That made her close her eyes for a moment. Increasing her other senses for even that small hundredth of a second that her bruise colored lids closed. It then hit her. The scent that she was waiting for. The scent of a warrior.
She allowed herself a small grin as it hit her. She had been needing a new second in command that would replace the one that had failed her. The child was nothing more than a pawn after all, but nonetheless his incompetence made her unwilling to save him as he was torn apart and burned by other pale hands that were far quicker than his. Her standards were never the same again. Not after a certain man had passed through her greedy little grasp. Talented. Strategic. Handsome. Jasper Hale was no ordinary new born that passed under her. He had pleased her battle needs exceptionally. She remembered the victories, too many to count, that he caused. She would never admit that verbally. Maria liked being in the spot light too much. She wouldn't give it up, not even for him. A sharp pang of pain rang through her as she remembered who the poor man smelled like. She broke off from the darkness quite sharper and faster than usual for humans as she took off to meet the young man who she had chosen in a desperate attempt to block out the sharp tinge of pain that was still ringing through her.
She strode of gracefully, yet still sharp and edgy in her movements. Her movements quite similar to one of the greater cats in the wild. She then started walking slowly towards the man. The man who smelled too much like him. Almost like a copy of the scent, except they looked really different. The wrong hair and the more angelic face. The difference disrupted her thoughts of luck that Jasper indeed came back as she had convinced herself that he had promised. She fought the small snarl that was threatening to come out. The man stared at her, a glint of lust shown for a second in his eyes. She wasn't exactly dressed really decent anyway. She gave him a poor pathetic smile before pretending to faint.
The run of the man was slow to her ears. He held her, supporting her back as he did so. " are you alright?" his voice was coated with worry as he asked her. "you feel slightly feverish" he said, finally noticing the temperature of the immortal. She gave him a faint smile, she heard his heart stutter a little. ' this will be easy...' a small voice in her head told her, grinning in delight. Already she had his little heart in her fingers. Getting him to serve her loyally wasn't going to be hard. Her eyes changed expression as she pressed her lips softly to his neck. She felt his body shiver as she did this, but he didn't protest. Then, she slowly sunk her teeth in as she drank a bit of his blood. Leaving only the tiniest bit as not to kill him before she carried him to her little home, almost ready for her soon to be invincible army.
