Post by Lorelei Bennett on Sept 23, 2011 18:24:58 GMT -5
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[/center]Hey! I go by jek. I am twenty and I'm loving it. I have been roleplaying for four years and I don't plan on stopping any time soon. If you want to contact me you can by PM.
Name: Lorelei Jane Bennett
Nickname: Rory
Age: Seventeen
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Playby: Emily Browning
Member Group: Senior | Demigod | Daughter of Erebus
Appearance: Rory used to have long dark brown locks but, over the summer she cut her hair short. She has bright green eyes with flecks of brown and gold. She has a heart shaped face with high cheekbones and smooth skin. Her lips are round and constantly pursed in a state of deep thought. Rory is about five foot six and is lean but, muscular.
For the most part Rory wears dark colors. Black is the predominant color in her wardrobe but, occasionally maroon, dark green, and deep purple find their way into her outfits. She likes to wear dark wash or black jeans with a pair of black doc martens. In the winter time she sports a pair of maroon gloves and scarf and if it’s necessary a knitted hat. Rory always has her favorite black ray ban sunglasses on her person whether they are over her eyes, on her head, or tucked on her shirt.
Personality: For the most part Rory likes to remain invisible. You’ll find her perched on a wall or chair reading a book, listening to music, or just staring off into space. She is a solitary creature who not many people know about even though she’s going into her senior year. She sticks to the shadows, is incredibly independent, and doesn’t like loud noises. She has a tendency to be incredibly critical of herself and strives to do the best she can in all aspects of her life.
Rory has a volatile relationship with her father and not because he wasn’t around during her childhood. He is the God of Darkness, Erebus, and he seduced and raped her mother almost two decades ago. Her mother passed away due to complications during childbirth and Rory half-blames Erebus and half-blames herself even though it is entirely irrational. Because of her heritage she has the ability to manipulate shadows. This allows her to hide in and travel through shadows. She’s been ostracized her whole life by foster parents, orphanage workers, and the like and automatically expects the worst in people.
If someone were to get to know her they would realize that she is intensely dependable and loyal. She’s a fair but, stubborn leader and is well organized and able to juggle many things at one time. Rory loves music and taught her self how to play the guitar and piano and has been working on drums over the summer. She does a little bit of singing but, is shy about it. The thing about Rory is that she is not overtly mean or rude or anything like that. She’s incredibly kind and soft-spoken. But, when she does speak up, it’s a good idea to listen because it’s going to be important.
Likes: Solitude, Literature, Guitar & Piano, The Dark, The Moon, Painting.
Dislikes: Bright Lights, Arrogance, Her Father, Loud Noises, Obnoxious People, Ignorance.
Mother: Allison Diane Bennett, 32, deceased
Father: Erebus, God of Deep Darkness and Shadow
Siblings: None
Pets: Stray Atlas Terrier that she named Auggie who follows her around the park from time to time.
History: Lorelei Jane Bennett was born on January 7th seventeen years ago to Alison Diane Bennett and Erebus, God of Darkness and Shadows. Erebus seduced and raped her mother nine months prior and after Lorelei was born Alison passed away due to complications during childbirth. She was placed in an orphanage and bounced around foster care for the majority of her childhood. Many families opted to adopt her but, soon after bringing her home they noticed something was strange about her. Lorelei being a demi-god had certain talents that she didn’t know she had and didn’t know how to control. She could manipulate shadows and darkness which allowed her to hide in shadows and phase through dark objects. The orphanage workers were convinced that she was cursed and treated her thusly.
But, one of the professors at a local high school recognized her abilities for what they really were. Rory was hanging out in the park on Saturday when she was fourteen just playing around with her powers. She wasn’t in a heavily populated area so, she decided to make her book disappear and reappear. The professor told her about a special school for people who were just like her and she began attending in the fall. Over the next three years she took course with demi-gods and humans learning common material like math, science, and English as well as how to control her powers and the history of her Greek Ancestors. This year Rory is a senior and is trying to figure out what the hell she’s going to do after graduation.
Code Word: -edited out by le mod-
Roleplay Post
She looked so peaceful as she slept; her skin glinting the rays of the morning sun as the streamed through the window. How like an angel she seemed all curled up in her bed, the sheets lightly tucked around her. Mariyana was of course anything but an angel. There was something stirring deep within her that even she couldn’t control. Azrael tilted his head as she rolled into her pillow, her thick hair billowing around her, the soft curve of her shoulder peeking out of the sheets. She was exquisite.
Something awoke her. Azrael felt not even a twinge of panic wash over him as her eyes darted open and she sat up. He disappeared, watching her from another vantage point as she waded through her apartment. That same something that broke her from her slumber seemed to be the object of her quest. She checked her entire apartment thoroughly before returning to her bedroom. All the while she was undeniably naked and Azrael feeling neither bashful nor lustful gazed on. She found a dead pigeon on her balcony but, that discovery didn’t seem to tame the curiosity that burned in her eyes. Almost begrudgingly, she walked into the bathroom.
Azrael waited patiently, having little else to occupy his time with at the current moment. He watched the steam billow over the top of the shower, the play of the shadow of her figure on the fogged glass, and the soft humming of the water as it poured over her porcelain skin. A deep secret burned inside her, consuming her, and Azrael was going to exploit that. But, for now he’d watch in silence. He’d dealt with a few of her kind before; for the most part they were aggressive and paranoid. After watching her for a while he noticed both traits but, they were fairly dormant in her personality. However, while she differed in that regard he could sense that she was similar on another level. There was something he was sure she’d be willing to part with for a chance at normalcy.
She was elegant even in that black track suit, her hair unkempt. His pale eyes remained poised on her as she curled up with a sketch pad by the balcony. It was then that he decided to break his silence, “You were right.” he muttered coolly. “It was Mrs. Hendricks.”
He smirked, “I didn’t do anything to her.” that she didn’t deserve. Mrs. Hendricks was a seemingly innocent elderly citizen with a terribly dark past and a strong backswing. She brandished a thick wooden cane that wasn’t so much for the arthritis that ached in her knees as for the rare moment where she got to rap it over a boy’s knuckles or, as the case of last night, narrowly miss a man’s nether regions. He hadn’t killed her which is what he was sure Mariyana was insinuating. Azrael could sense her fear. Could feel her heart beat deep in her chest as a familiar question pulsed in her brain; the one that asked if she’d been responsible.
That was his way in. He knew that from the moment he first saw her a few weeks back. Lay the bait’ that’s all he had to do. Her fear and self-loathing would do the rest. “You don’t remember, do you?” his eyes narrowed as he slid his hands into the pockets of his suit. Azrael’s brow furrowed for an instant as if to say “you poor thing” but, a smile quickly curled at his lips destroying the notion altogether. He wasn’t going to play this coyly, not like the way he was ensnaring Sarah. No, this was a deliberate plot. He didn’t need to gain her trust, didn’t need to trick her into sin, and he certainly didn’t have to create a reason for her to need his help.
She already had a problem. One that Azrael could solve for the proper price. He was almost certain she’d jump at the offer he was going to propose but, there was still a bit of hesitation in her eyes. His entrance had gotten her attention, which is exactly what he wanted; all he needed to do now was play it cool until he could accurately discern her reactions.
Something awoke her. Azrael felt not even a twinge of panic wash over him as her eyes darted open and she sat up. He disappeared, watching her from another vantage point as she waded through her apartment. That same something that broke her from her slumber seemed to be the object of her quest. She checked her entire apartment thoroughly before returning to her bedroom. All the while she was undeniably naked and Azrael feeling neither bashful nor lustful gazed on. She found a dead pigeon on her balcony but, that discovery didn’t seem to tame the curiosity that burned in her eyes. Almost begrudgingly, she walked into the bathroom.
Azrael waited patiently, having little else to occupy his time with at the current moment. He watched the steam billow over the top of the shower, the play of the shadow of her figure on the fogged glass, and the soft humming of the water as it poured over her porcelain skin. A deep secret burned inside her, consuming her, and Azrael was going to exploit that. But, for now he’d watch in silence. He’d dealt with a few of her kind before; for the most part they were aggressive and paranoid. After watching her for a while he noticed both traits but, they were fairly dormant in her personality. However, while she differed in that regard he could sense that she was similar on another level. There was something he was sure she’d be willing to part with for a chance at normalcy.
She was elegant even in that black track suit, her hair unkempt. His pale eyes remained poised on her as she curled up with a sketch pad by the balcony. It was then that he decided to break his silence, “You were right.” he muttered coolly. “It was Mrs. Hendricks.”
He smirked, “I didn’t do anything to her.” that she didn’t deserve. Mrs. Hendricks was a seemingly innocent elderly citizen with a terribly dark past and a strong backswing. She brandished a thick wooden cane that wasn’t so much for the arthritis that ached in her knees as for the rare moment where she got to rap it over a boy’s knuckles or, as the case of last night, narrowly miss a man’s nether regions. He hadn’t killed her which is what he was sure Mariyana was insinuating. Azrael could sense her fear. Could feel her heart beat deep in her chest as a familiar question pulsed in her brain; the one that asked if she’d been responsible.
That was his way in. He knew that from the moment he first saw her a few weeks back. Lay the bait’ that’s all he had to do. Her fear and self-loathing would do the rest. “You don’t remember, do you?” his eyes narrowed as he slid his hands into the pockets of his suit. Azrael’s brow furrowed for an instant as if to say “you poor thing” but, a smile quickly curled at his lips destroying the notion altogether. He wasn’t going to play this coyly, not like the way he was ensnaring Sarah. No, this was a deliberate plot. He didn’t need to gain her trust, didn’t need to trick her into sin, and he certainly didn’t have to create a reason for her to need his help.
She already had a problem. One that Azrael could solve for the proper price. He was almost certain she’d jump at the offer he was going to propose but, there was still a bit of hesitation in her eyes. His entrance had gotten her attention, which is exactly what he wanted; all he needed to do now was play it cool until he could accurately discern her reactions.
