Post by Leonardo Julian Hale on Dec 24, 2014 2:33:45 GMT -5
The title says it all: SHE WILL BE HIS FINAL! Her PB I prefer it to be MIRANDA KERR. I prefer, but not recommended. I also like Jennifer Lawrence and Lindsay Ellingson, but then again, it is up to you. Everything but her beginning (which will be mentioned below) will be ALL FREE REIGN. What she does as a job - UP TO YOU. Her personality - UP TO YOU. Her history after her death - UP TO YOU. And of course, what species she is now - UP TO YOU. I see her as an angel but anything can happen. Fell and turned into a demon? Got bit by a werewolf?Please no vampire; pregnancy plots rule!Basically everything's up to you. If you'll be active (a post a week) and won't vanish on me, please take her. I'd love you forever! =) For any reference or whatever, his application is HERE.
Here is the snippet of his history that involves her. Remember; what happens before this and after is all up to you.
“I was told to always peruse my dreams but never to be a fool. What pay did it give me to fight? Not much since there wasn’t many wars now. It seemed as if the war on Troy was like the end of everything and peace raged on. Nonetheless I still fought and trained, while being a political figure and growing up with the teachings of scholars to better ready my brain and intelligence. When I was eighteen, after a year of ‘dating’ this woman, I married her. It was around the time of the birth of my daughter that I became a apprentice in the triad of higher officials of the counsel. I wasn’t in for I was too young but they expected a lot of me. I was young, inexperienced, but I still had potential and they saw it. Nonetheless I couldn’t do anything but give some of my opinions. Never did I once stand on the podium and state what needs to be changed or what will be done. I never got that privilege. I was still eighteen when my daughter Alicia. I expected a son and at first didn’t pay much attention to the child and instead focused on my studies. Don’t get me wrong I was still in her life I just… Wished for another. She was by far too fragile for me. She wasn’t like my mother who at least had some strength of Zeus and Aries in her. Alicia… She was a gift from the gods, but not what I had wished for. She was better off in the fields, picking flowers and tending to clothes than side by side in battle with me. That was for sure. I still showed her love, but like with my wife Moerae and even with my parents; I was somewhat of a cold and distant fellow; didn’t say much and expressed very little. Nonetheless, my wife knew I loved my daughter. I gave her things, I helped her, but apparently she saw deeper… My little girl saw that I was disappointed.
As I grew older in my mid-twenties and my daughter grew the same, she saw even more clearly that I wished I had a son. Though we tried for more kids; maybe one could be the son to carry my legacy and heir, I was blessed with nothing but my only daughter. She saw this and like me when I was little, picked up the sword or tried to. It was far too heavy but she kept on trying and trying. Moerae managed to catch her one day and she got cut. She was lucky it wasn’t severe. Though when I was told I yelled at her to never do such a foolish thing and for her to know her place. She then really saw the disappointment in my eyes that night. The next day I apologized for my outburst and took my little girl horseback riding… Until I was scouted out and informed to come back to the village for it was attacked. My daughter was only five at the time, myself; twenty-three. We galloped towards the village but I took her to some rocky hill formations close by. I told her to stay and wait and if she disobeyed me it would be the last. I needed her to get through her head that this was dangerous and she really needed to listen. I galloped to the village which was now in flames. I heard people screaming and my own people getting killed. Without thinking I rushed in on horseback and delivered a blow to the left, a blow to the right. I did as much as I could before being outnumbered. This was ridiculous. I soon made my horse gallop to my parents home since it was closer. No sign of death. No bodies… No blood. Just knocked down items. I hope they got out of there before anything bad happened.
Hoping for the better, I soon headed home even faster on horseback. My wife was there and I needed to get her and take her away. As I neared the door, I decreased in speed and jumped off of my horse. I stormed inside and screamed out her name. Though it was a bad move on my part and a bad move on hers to reply. She was hiding from five men that were inside the house. She said my name back and the guys now knew where she was. Defeat the girl first then take out the man. By the time I ran into the chambers where we ate food, my wife was killed before my eyes. In a feast of rage, I lunged at them; revenge filled my voids as I hacked away. I was slashed at and bleeding to death but the rage, the adrenaline, the revenge of a warrior flooded through my veins. War was my name and I was going to kill them all! I killed four but the last one was difficult. By that time I was all bloody and wounded. I was a dead man standing basically. Nonetheless I kept it up. It was a futile attempt and I knew it, but in my eyes it was better to try for this one - maybe I could nick or cut him? I knew I probably wouldn’t be able to take him down since he was undamaged and at full health basically. Though when my daughter came in and caused both of us to look over, he turned his attention to her. She screamed and ran away and out of my eyesight. I screamed back and tried my best to follow; though it was difficult when you were cut in so many places and losing so much blood.”
