Post by Rory Zenith on Apr 15, 2007 10:42:00 GMT -5
Personal-
Name :: Kate.
Form/s of Contact :: Msn + email (Mala and Rach have those
)
How often you will be able to come on and post (Everyday, every other day ect.) :: Nearly everyday unless school starts biting.
Other Characters you have on this site, if Any :: None yet.
Plot Password- being,
Rules Password- reality.
Character Info-
Name :: Rory Zoe Zenith
Nicknames :: Rors, Rorz, Rawr.
Canon? (Yes, no) :: Yep.
Age :: 21
Type of Magical Being :: Evil Charmed One.
Titles, if any e.g. the Source, Vampire Queen :: None.
Alliance :: Evil
Student of Magic School or Evil Institute? :: Nope
Likes ::
Dislikes ::
Friends, Enemies ? (People from this site) :: Her sisters, the Source and the rest of the demons.
Siblings :: Her two sisters, Richela and Roxanne.
More In-Depth Info
Preferred Powers (You might not alays get this and remember, you can't be the most powerful person- even if your charrie thinks so I'd advise about 4-5 powers, it does not have to be from our List of Powers.) ::
History ::
Rory wasn't planned on like Roxanne and Richela were. Her mother was suprised by her the pregnancy while her father was annoyed. He wasn't so much intrested in the first daughter and now he'd have another one?! That seemed ridiculous. But there wasn't much they could do as the mother wasn't intrested in even discussing the subject of abortion. The pregancy was tough as if it was just not fortunate to have this particular baby. It seemed as if some force was trying to destroy it when it was just in the womb. But Rory's mother did everything to actually give birth to this child. Maybe because of mother love but most likely of stubborness. Finally Rory was born fragile but the mother knew this girl's dignity was unshatterable. She would never smile, looking at everyone as if they were enemies, obviously fearing them yet showing whatsoever no dear in those brave eyes.
Growing up in the underworld was generally difficult. Rory was filled with issues and enigmas, espeically in her teens and around the time after her mother died. There were moments she felt like she could never trust a soul or love someone. While her sisters lived lives more or less normal for teenage girls Rory had difficulties with being controlled. Independance drove her away from her family, locking her away in some miserable zone from which she was never properly salvaged from. Teen years were the most difficult as Rory had to fight every single day to gain her liberty. Her relatives weren't as sure in her self-sufficiency as she was so they tried everything from locking her up to beating her up just so she would be a bit more controlable. They failed every time.
But once she was 18 Rory got the breath of freedom she was gasping for all her life. Her father let out to fight the good finally. She was inspired by her own pain she believed there wasn't a being she could kill with some of the most sadistic and brutal ways. Uptill now she managed to not stop before a killing so its expected of her to carry on being as ruthless. Yet who knows.
Personality :: Rory is perhaps the most vulnerable of the 3 sisters
in the direction of evil. It seems as if she has more darkness in herself than the source has in himself. Rory is know to be bloodthirsty, filled with gory and grim. She was born with independance in her veins, barbarity in her soul. She is a natural murder, bearer of dark and evil. Not many understand her. Even for a half demon and overall a powerful being she is a bit too insensitve at times. Being half witch most believe she'd have atleast something human in her but sadly Rory does not maintain such feelings. One may wonder why this woman is so? Some shrug it off pretending its the influence of the Underworld but it's not just that. The pain of Rory's past parches her from inside. Out of all the sisters she was at such senstive age the memory of their mother's death affected Rory the most.
Before that she was like the rest of the little girls - just an innocent child. Now she's a woman who seeks revenge but problem is she will never be able to actually pay back for her mother's death as the history behind that all is pretty confusing. So instead she finds destroying all good and white witchcrafting partially because it had killed her mother (atleast in what she was told). Some people would find her terribly confident, self assured and courageous yet, as in every person, inside her lurks something delicate which requires just a good trigger. She may never be good as she's spend too many years being foul and amiss yet there is always a chance in finding something tolerant and maybe even tender deep down in there.
Ofcourse she is not the gloomiest of her sisters but definatly one of the leaders in that aspect. Everyone has their tender spots so ofcourse does Rory so don't expect her to be the only one out there to have a heart of stone.
Current Events :: She and her sister are busy planning attacks on the charmed sisters and generally the whole world of good.
Anything Else ::
Appearance-
Hair :: Amber
Eyes :: Hazel
Complexion :: Soft skin and cute dimples yet sharp eyes that instantly change her look into something much rougher and brutal.
Any Specific Magical Features? :: None.
Anything More? :: Second plot word: believing.
Picture ::
*Sniff* I wish I was to chose the celeb...
Role Playing Example (At least two paragraphs please.) ::
Sundays were not for long journeys but that didn't stop Ares from being on Altivo's back, galloping so fast the wind could barely catch up. The sharp wind watered his eyes as he crossed the border between the worlds. One was his, the next was heavan, the one he just left was hell. But there so many more. Parallell worlds, worlds of spirts, worlds of horses, worlds of bears. Ares has never been there nor have any of friends or family. His world was not intrested in anything beyond their luxerious mansions or their expensive sofas. Their homes were decorated with dead roses, persian carpets, paintings of ones who are not in this world. Their books spoke about myths, myths of wild stags and angered warriors who raced from town to town destroying each other. A war would soon come. One war Ares had to win. His mother, the Queen of Greece, would watch him from her tower, her red locks round her shoulders, her heart praying for their victory. His sister, Hera, would stand next to them, cluntching on Zeus' hand although praying she was with Hades. His brother Poseidon would wake up the waves to crush tohe ships of them enemy. Uranus his grandfather would rise the winds which would lift the sands and blind the enemy's eye. It was a battle they would all participate in. Their hearts, powers, souls would unite to defeat the damned Persians. The Persians would arrive in style, their studs glammed with jewls in their manes, beasts Medusa couldn't scare crawling beside them on metal chains. 300 spartians would guard the Hellenic Republic and then another million would join to finish the war. It will be tough. It will be bloodthirsty. But Ares wasn't afraid.
The journey was over when the god of war's horse entered Greece.
''Where have you been?! It's time to fight.'' a voice called from the skies. It was propably Zeus, his older brother. He was not yet the King but his corontation was just a month away. Today there was only one ruler of Greece in the eyes of the Persians: Queen Rhea. She was the mother of the young warrior who they mocked as he lead his army towards them. Why laugh though? Ares was stronger than any of them for in him flowed the blood of a holy man, son of Cronus, son of war. He tapped his stallion to turn around. He turned his back to his enemy as he bowed before the Queen and her children. He was part of them but not today. Today he was just the commander rushing against his first ever battle.
''Are you ready Greece?!'' he called out loudly and the crowd instantly began cheering with a sharp roar.
''Beat the bastards, burn their gods. Never shall we let them get our country!'' he said exciting them even more.
''If you shall not fight for me, fight your Queen, your King to be! Fight for your sons and daughters, for your wives and lovers. For your horses and wolves. For your moon and your son!''
A sharp spin on the back hooves turned the coal black stallion to face the enemy again.
''You and me, we're of one blood.''Ares whispered to the stallion,''Fight with me and you will win.''
The horse snorted his approval and with one last raise on his hind legs.
''LET THE BATTLE BEGIN!'' Ares cried kicking Altivo in the belly to gallop towards the persians. The brave horse laid his ears back and rushed towards them. It was time to fight once again.
Name :: Kate.
Form/s of Contact :: Msn + email (Mala and Rach have those
)How often you will be able to come on and post (Everyday, every other day ect.) :: Nearly everyday unless school starts biting
.Other Characters you have on this site, if Any :: None yet.
Plot Password- being,
Rules Password- reality.
Character Info-
Name :: Rory Zoe Zenith
Nicknames :: Rors, Rorz, Rawr.
Canon? (Yes, no) :: Yep.
Age :: 21
Type of Magical Being :: Evil Charmed One.
Titles, if any e.g. the Source, Vampire Queen :: None.
Alliance :: Evil
Student of Magic School or Evil Institute? :: Nope
Likes ::
- Her sisters
- Demons
- Everything dark and evil
- The source
Dislikes ::
- Elders, whitelighters, white witches.
- The Charmed Ones
- Practically everything good.
Friends, Enemies ? (People from this site) :: Her sisters, the Source and the rest of the demons.
Siblings :: Her two sisters, Richela and Roxanne.
More In-Depth Info
Preferred Powers (You might not alays get this and remember, you can't be the most powerful person- even if your charrie thinks so I'd advise about 4-5 powers, it does not have to be from our List of Powers.) ::
- Mimicry
- Possession
- Illusion Casting
- Okay I gave you three as Mala says she already knows what my powers will be but might take one of these. So here you are three of the powers I like most in your little list
History ::
Rory wasn't planned on like Roxanne and Richela were. Her mother was suprised by her the pregnancy while her father was annoyed. He wasn't so much intrested in the first daughter and now he'd have another one?! That seemed ridiculous. But there wasn't much they could do as the mother wasn't intrested in even discussing the subject of abortion. The pregancy was tough as if it was just not fortunate to have this particular baby. It seemed as if some force was trying to destroy it when it was just in the womb. But Rory's mother did everything to actually give birth to this child. Maybe because of mother love but most likely of stubborness. Finally Rory was born fragile but the mother knew this girl's dignity was unshatterable. She would never smile, looking at everyone as if they were enemies, obviously fearing them yet showing whatsoever no dear in those brave eyes.
Growing up in the underworld was generally difficult. Rory was filled with issues and enigmas, espeically in her teens and around the time after her mother died. There were moments she felt like she could never trust a soul or love someone. While her sisters lived lives more or less normal for teenage girls Rory had difficulties with being controlled. Independance drove her away from her family, locking her away in some miserable zone from which she was never properly salvaged from. Teen years were the most difficult as Rory had to fight every single day to gain her liberty. Her relatives weren't as sure in her self-sufficiency as she was so they tried everything from locking her up to beating her up just so she would be a bit more controlable. They failed every time.
But once she was 18 Rory got the breath of freedom she was gasping for all her life. Her father let out to fight the good finally. She was inspired by her own pain she believed there wasn't a being she could kill with some of the most sadistic and brutal ways. Uptill now she managed to not stop before a killing so its expected of her to carry on being as ruthless. Yet who knows.
Personality :: Rory is perhaps the most vulnerable of the 3 sisters
in the direction of evil. It seems as if she has more darkness in herself than the source has in himself. Rory is know to be bloodthirsty, filled with gory and grim. She was born with independance in her veins, barbarity in her soul. She is a natural murder, bearer of dark and evil. Not many understand her. Even for a half demon and overall a powerful being she is a bit too insensitve at times. Being half witch most believe she'd have atleast something human in her but sadly Rory does not maintain such feelings. One may wonder why this woman is so? Some shrug it off pretending its the influence of the Underworld but it's not just that. The pain of Rory's past parches her from inside. Out of all the sisters she was at such senstive age the memory of their mother's death affected Rory the most.
Before that she was like the rest of the little girls - just an innocent child. Now she's a woman who seeks revenge but problem is she will never be able to actually pay back for her mother's death as the history behind that all is pretty confusing. So instead she finds destroying all good and white witchcrafting partially because it had killed her mother (atleast in what she was told). Some people would find her terribly confident, self assured and courageous yet, as in every person, inside her lurks something delicate which requires just a good trigger. She may never be good as she's spend too many years being foul and amiss yet there is always a chance in finding something tolerant and maybe even tender deep down in there.
Ofcourse she is not the gloomiest of her sisters but definatly one of the leaders in that aspect. Everyone has their tender spots so ofcourse does Rory so don't expect her to be the only one out there to have a heart of stone
.Current Events :: She and her sister are busy planning attacks on the charmed sisters and generally the whole world of good.
Anything Else ::
Appearance-
Hair :: Amber
Eyes :: Hazel
Complexion :: Soft skin and cute dimples yet sharp eyes that instantly change her look into something much rougher and brutal.
Any Specific Magical Features? :: None.
Anything More? :: Second plot word: believing.
Picture ::
*Sniff* I wish I was to chose the celeb...
Role Playing Example (At least two paragraphs please.) ::
Sundays were not for long journeys but that didn't stop Ares from being on Altivo's back, galloping so fast the wind could barely catch up. The sharp wind watered his eyes as he crossed the border between the worlds. One was his, the next was heavan, the one he just left was hell. But there so many more. Parallell worlds, worlds of spirts, worlds of horses, worlds of bears. Ares has never been there nor have any of friends or family. His world was not intrested in anything beyond their luxerious mansions or their expensive sofas. Their homes were decorated with dead roses, persian carpets, paintings of ones who are not in this world. Their books spoke about myths, myths of wild stags and angered warriors who raced from town to town destroying each other. A war would soon come. One war Ares had to win. His mother, the Queen of Greece, would watch him from her tower, her red locks round her shoulders, her heart praying for their victory. His sister, Hera, would stand next to them, cluntching on Zeus' hand although praying she was with Hades. His brother Poseidon would wake up the waves to crush tohe ships of them enemy. Uranus his grandfather would rise the winds which would lift the sands and blind the enemy's eye. It was a battle they would all participate in. Their hearts, powers, souls would unite to defeat the damned Persians. The Persians would arrive in style, their studs glammed with jewls in their manes, beasts Medusa couldn't scare crawling beside them on metal chains. 300 spartians would guard the Hellenic Republic and then another million would join to finish the war. It will be tough. It will be bloodthirsty. But Ares wasn't afraid.
The journey was over when the god of war's horse entered Greece.
''Where have you been?! It's time to fight.'' a voice called from the skies. It was propably Zeus, his older brother. He was not yet the King but his corontation was just a month away. Today there was only one ruler of Greece in the eyes of the Persians: Queen Rhea. She was the mother of the young warrior who they mocked as he lead his army towards them. Why laugh though? Ares was stronger than any of them for in him flowed the blood of a holy man, son of Cronus, son of war. He tapped his stallion to turn around. He turned his back to his enemy as he bowed before the Queen and her children. He was part of them but not today. Today he was just the commander rushing against his first ever battle.
''Are you ready Greece?!'' he called out loudly and the crowd instantly began cheering with a sharp roar.
''Beat the bastards, burn their gods. Never shall we let them get our country!'' he said exciting them even more.
''If you shall not fight for me, fight your Queen, your King to be! Fight for your sons and daughters, for your wives and lovers. For your horses and wolves. For your moon and your son!''
A sharp spin on the back hooves turned the coal black stallion to face the enemy again.
''You and me, we're of one blood.''Ares whispered to the stallion,''Fight with me and you will win.''
The horse snorted his approval and with one last raise on his hind legs.
''LET THE BATTLE BEGIN!'' Ares cried kicking Altivo in the belly to gallop towards the persians. The brave horse laid his ears back and rushed towards them. It was time to fight once again.
