Post by Serenity Hart on Apr 12, 2011 3:51:06 GMT -5
Personal-
Name::
Anna
Form/s of Contact::
Pm
How often you will be able to come on and post::
Every night
Other Characters you have on this site, if Any::
None
Plot Password:
Being, Believing
Rules Password:
Reality
Character Info-
Name::
Serenity Mikaela Hart
Nicknames::
Mikaela (this is what she prefers)
Canon?::
Yes
Age::
19
Type of Magical Being::
Phoenix Witch
Titles, if any e.g. the Source, Vampire Queen::
None
Alliance::
Good
Student of Magic School or Evil Institute?::
Magic School
Likes::
+Rock Music
+Bad Boys
+Her Magic
+Gymnastics
+Money
+Pool
+Drinking
Dislikes::
+Most People
+Arrogance
+Egomaniacs
+Lower-Level Demons
+Weak People
+Fruity Mixed Drinks
+People who mess with her business
+Goody Goody Witches
Friends, Enemies?::
None yet
Siblings::
None
More In-Depth Info
Preferred Powers::
Shimmering
Fire Balls
Flaming (teleportation)
History::
Serenity was born when her mother was going to assisnate a witch. Her mother loves her. Claudia left her newborn daughter with a friend of hers. was at her mother's friend home for a couple of weeks. When her mother came back to pick her up, she promised herself her daughter would be the best Phoenix witch there was.
As Serenity Bianca grew up she was able to get a good educatuion from teachers which her mother knew. That was when her mother wasn't training her. They keep moving place to place so the evil beings wouldn't find them. If they were found they would use Bianca to control her mother. Her mother kept them safe.
Serenity had the first real taste of killing when a robber decided to break into their home and try and kidnap her for a ransom. Bianca mom was trying to rescue her when the robber stabbed her in the heart and she died instantly. Bianca conjured a knife and killeed the robber. When she did it, she didn't like the feeling so she vowed to herself she wouldn't kill unless necessary. Her mother last words was to ask her daughter to promise to be on the side of good not matter what. Serenity promised her mother she would stay good.
After her mother was killed, Serenity decided to be on her own, she got a job and and apartment in San Franscisco.
Personality::
Dead would be one way to describe her, no, not dead as in she is dead, but dead in the fact that she feels nothing for anyone. She is numb to feeling compassion or even guilt it seems, she believes that the only person you can count on is yourself. Her temper leads to her to think irrationally at times; when her temper is spiked her first thought is to hurt someone, which leads us to another personality trait. She is incredibly violent, she believes the more violent the better, she likes the rush of adrenaline in her system when she does something bad or risking her life. Although she does have one rule to never hurt a child, she still sees herself in children, due to the fact that she hasn’t really grown up, and probably won’t for a long time. She can be rather selfish, thinking only of herself, basically she believes if you start something with her, she will finish it, and if she starts something, it is always your fault and thus she’ll end it as well. She is a sexual being, she loves to flirt with both sexes and take them back to their place for sex all night, and by the time they wake up, she is already gone.
She does not stay with anyone over night, she does not do relationships, and she is a wham bam thank you ma’am type of girl. The thing with Alix she can seduce both men and women, she has it down to a science, she knows the buttons on a man and a woman to make them quiver with pleasure. She also knows what buttons to push to break someone’s heart, she likes to play games with people (witches, demons, and human alike). She enjoys making others miserable because in reality she is actually quite miserable herself, she holds a lot of anger inside. And unfortunately that is just the surface of who she is, deep inside she wants to be caught, she wants someone to kill her, but she will go down fighting. She is a ticking time bomb, and want to take as many people out with her, she is neither good or evil, she does not believe in such things, she is just out to get what she wants by whatever means necessary. When in the end, she wants something or someone to convince her to take a side, to show her who she is meant to be and where she belongs.
Which is the major thing, she feels like she has no purpose in life, no destiny, nothing, she feels like she belongs no where because she knows she is caught in between two worlds, but does either one really want her? She hides her insecurities well, she can read body language as well as read emotions for obvious reasons. She is an excellent manipulator, she just likes to know she can win, which is another thing she absolutely hates to lose, she is what you could call a sore loser. She is capable of love but it takes someone brave enough to push back, to make her see things in a different light, she likes to push people, to torment people just to see if anyone would do the same for her. In a way she is a masochist and sadist, enjoying pain and causing it both to herself and others. Perhaps she is just a lost little girl who lost her way a long time ago, can anyone help her find her path again?
Anything Else::
Serenity is Straight & Single
Appearance-
Hair::
Dark Brown, Wavy, down to her shoulders
Eyes::
Dark Green, Round, Medium-sized
Complexion::
Fair
Any Specific Magical Features?::
+Serenity has a small red phoenix symbol on her inner left wrist
Anything More?::
+Serenity has various scars on her legs, arms, hands, feet ect. Showing she has indeed been in fights in her life.
+Serenity has her ears, cartilage of right ear and belly buton pierced
+Serenity has a tattoo of a double-headed eagle on her back, the word 'Grace' on the back of her neck, on her hip she has some subtle script that reads "Lead, Kindly Light", a cross tattooed on her ankle, a beautiful symbolic feather on her ribs
Picture::
Role Playing Example:
Joan was enjoying the cool day, how the clouds provided some shade from the cruel sun. But she did not ride Orion; she walked with the horse, not even having a need to hold onto his reins. Orion was much like a human in so many ways, and Joan’s constant companion it seemed. Orion was protective of his Mistress, a great white, unbroken stallion that only listened to Joan, and glared or snorted at everyone else and anyone who so much came near her. She was someone who believed in the good of the world, that no one was truly evil, but she knew there were evils in the world. Many called Joan innocent, or fragile, and it just made her angry, for she wasn’t as fragile as many people thought. Innocent, yes but she didn’t need to be reminded each and every time. She came towards the makeshift arena, where the men came to swordplay as she had called it.
She had come many times, observed their movements, their techniques, but had she ever picked up a sword? Yes. She liked the feel of the hilt, how her fingers curled over it, and the feel of power that it provided, but mostly the feel of safety that could come from such a simple thing as a sword. It was beautiful, in its shining embrace, but she also knew that in its beauty, it was deadly, for it was indeed a weapon. When those eyes of emerald and gold glanced to a familiar male, she couldn’t help but smile to him. Clad in a white dress, which she normally was until winter, it was short sleeved, a bodice style, that laced up the front, the skirt of it reached her ankles. It showed her figure a little, but hid it so well so that it was not scandalous. But when he mentioned dangerous and innocent, her face hardened a bit, she wasn’t afraid of him or of his face. ”I enjoy watching and learning the art of swordplay. It interests me, and it is quite entertaining, it looks to be freedom.” She simply stated, as she clasped her hands in front of her, the white stallion snorted a bit at James.
”Orion… lay down and rest for a bit, my dearest friend.” She glanced to him, her look softening, as she lifted up a hand to brush her fingers along his nose in a gentle caress. ”And no more snorting at Lord Crawford, or you shall not get your carrots later on.” Orion’s eyes widened as if he had understood, and he slowly moved away from Joan just to lie down in the grass, although he was not happy at the concept of him not getting his carrots possibly. Glancing towards Lord Crawford once more, she tilted her head, ”I apologize, he is unbroken… and I prefer to keep him that way. He has a mind of his own… and doesn’t like anyone at first when it comes to me.” She merely explained, but instead of clasping her hands in front of her once more, she eased herself over the fence with ease, joining him in the makeshift arena.
She asked for no help, preferring to do it on her own, as she walked towards the sword and she picked one out after glancing over each one. She picked a light one that had a good balance, and curled her fingers around the hilt. She removed the light cloak, as she laid it across a bale of hay, she even tied her hair back, as she spun the sword a bit within her hand, getting a feel for it. ”Lord Crawford, would you be so kind as to teach me the art of swordplay?” She glanced to his eyes, showing she would not take no for an answer, as she tilted her head a bit. ”So that perhaps I could show you that I am not as innocent as I appear.” She was a wildfire, she couldn’t help but be who she was, as she crouched down a little, like the men usually did, getting into position. ”I promise you that I am a quick learner, and a good student.” Plus, Joan wouldn’t mind a nic, or a cut or two upon her. Why should she?
A mischievous look in her eyes, after all she did know what she was doing. She also knew how Edward would so love to lecture her if he heard of this. But in the end she did not care, she wanted to feel that freedom, she wanted to be treated as an equal, she wanted something different. But Orion raised his head up, almost protectively of Joan, he neighed loudly. ”Orion… I shall be fine, I assure you old friend.” Orion laid his head back down, giving a snort as if saying, ‘You better be.’ ”Come now, Lord Crawford, afraid that a woman of sorts could better you in swordplay?” She wanted to coax him into the game of swordplay, she wanted to fly free. It was obvious she wasn’t afraid of him, no matter who he was, what title he held, or whom he was related to. Joan was always one to speak what was on her mind.
Name::
Anna
Form/s of Contact::
Pm
How often you will be able to come on and post::
Every night
Other Characters you have on this site, if Any::
None
Plot Password:
Being, Believing
Rules Password:
Reality
Character Info-
Name::
Serenity Mikaela Hart
Nicknames::
Mikaela (this is what she prefers)
Canon?::
Yes
Age::
19
Type of Magical Being::
Phoenix Witch
Titles, if any e.g. the Source, Vampire Queen::
None
Alliance::
Good
Student of Magic School or Evil Institute?::
Magic School
Likes::
+Rock Music
+Bad Boys
+Her Magic
+Gymnastics
+Money
+Pool
+Drinking
Dislikes::
+Most People
+Arrogance
+Egomaniacs
+Lower-Level Demons
+Weak People
+Fruity Mixed Drinks
+People who mess with her business
+Goody Goody Witches
Friends, Enemies?::
None yet
Siblings::
None
More In-Depth Info
Preferred Powers::
Shimmering
Fire Balls
Flaming (teleportation)
History::
Serenity was born when her mother was going to assisnate a witch. Her mother loves her. Claudia left her newborn daughter with a friend of hers. was at her mother's friend home for a couple of weeks. When her mother came back to pick her up, she promised herself her daughter would be the best Phoenix witch there was.
As Serenity Bianca grew up she was able to get a good educatuion from teachers which her mother knew. That was when her mother wasn't training her. They keep moving place to place so the evil beings wouldn't find them. If they were found they would use Bianca to control her mother. Her mother kept them safe.
Serenity had the first real taste of killing when a robber decided to break into their home and try and kidnap her for a ransom. Bianca mom was trying to rescue her when the robber stabbed her in the heart and she died instantly. Bianca conjured a knife and killeed the robber. When she did it, she didn't like the feeling so she vowed to herself she wouldn't kill unless necessary. Her mother last words was to ask her daughter to promise to be on the side of good not matter what. Serenity promised her mother she would stay good.
After her mother was killed, Serenity decided to be on her own, she got a job and and apartment in San Franscisco.
Personality::
Dead would be one way to describe her, no, not dead as in she is dead, but dead in the fact that she feels nothing for anyone. She is numb to feeling compassion or even guilt it seems, she believes that the only person you can count on is yourself. Her temper leads to her to think irrationally at times; when her temper is spiked her first thought is to hurt someone, which leads us to another personality trait. She is incredibly violent, she believes the more violent the better, she likes the rush of adrenaline in her system when she does something bad or risking her life. Although she does have one rule to never hurt a child, she still sees herself in children, due to the fact that she hasn’t really grown up, and probably won’t for a long time. She can be rather selfish, thinking only of herself, basically she believes if you start something with her, she will finish it, and if she starts something, it is always your fault and thus she’ll end it as well. She is a sexual being, she loves to flirt with both sexes and take them back to their place for sex all night, and by the time they wake up, she is already gone.
She does not stay with anyone over night, she does not do relationships, and she is a wham bam thank you ma’am type of girl. The thing with Alix she can seduce both men and women, she has it down to a science, she knows the buttons on a man and a woman to make them quiver with pleasure. She also knows what buttons to push to break someone’s heart, she likes to play games with people (witches, demons, and human alike). She enjoys making others miserable because in reality she is actually quite miserable herself, she holds a lot of anger inside. And unfortunately that is just the surface of who she is, deep inside she wants to be caught, she wants someone to kill her, but she will go down fighting. She is a ticking time bomb, and want to take as many people out with her, she is neither good or evil, she does not believe in such things, she is just out to get what she wants by whatever means necessary. When in the end, she wants something or someone to convince her to take a side, to show her who she is meant to be and where she belongs.
Which is the major thing, she feels like she has no purpose in life, no destiny, nothing, she feels like she belongs no where because she knows she is caught in between two worlds, but does either one really want her? She hides her insecurities well, she can read body language as well as read emotions for obvious reasons. She is an excellent manipulator, she just likes to know she can win, which is another thing she absolutely hates to lose, she is what you could call a sore loser. She is capable of love but it takes someone brave enough to push back, to make her see things in a different light, she likes to push people, to torment people just to see if anyone would do the same for her. In a way she is a masochist and sadist, enjoying pain and causing it both to herself and others. Perhaps she is just a lost little girl who lost her way a long time ago, can anyone help her find her path again?
Anything Else::
Serenity is Straight & Single
Appearance-
Hair::
Dark Brown, Wavy, down to her shoulders
Eyes::
Dark Green, Round, Medium-sized
Complexion::
Fair
Any Specific Magical Features?::
+Serenity has a small red phoenix symbol on her inner left wrist
Anything More?::
+Serenity has various scars on her legs, arms, hands, feet ect. Showing she has indeed been in fights in her life.
+Serenity has her ears, cartilage of right ear and belly buton pierced
+Serenity has a tattoo of a double-headed eagle on her back, the word 'Grace' on the back of her neck, on her hip she has some subtle script that reads "Lead, Kindly Light", a cross tattooed on her ankle, a beautiful symbolic feather on her ribs
Picture::
Role Playing Example:
Joan was enjoying the cool day, how the clouds provided some shade from the cruel sun. But she did not ride Orion; she walked with the horse, not even having a need to hold onto his reins. Orion was much like a human in so many ways, and Joan’s constant companion it seemed. Orion was protective of his Mistress, a great white, unbroken stallion that only listened to Joan, and glared or snorted at everyone else and anyone who so much came near her. She was someone who believed in the good of the world, that no one was truly evil, but she knew there were evils in the world. Many called Joan innocent, or fragile, and it just made her angry, for she wasn’t as fragile as many people thought. Innocent, yes but she didn’t need to be reminded each and every time. She came towards the makeshift arena, where the men came to swordplay as she had called it.
She had come many times, observed their movements, their techniques, but had she ever picked up a sword? Yes. She liked the feel of the hilt, how her fingers curled over it, and the feel of power that it provided, but mostly the feel of safety that could come from such a simple thing as a sword. It was beautiful, in its shining embrace, but she also knew that in its beauty, it was deadly, for it was indeed a weapon. When those eyes of emerald and gold glanced to a familiar male, she couldn’t help but smile to him. Clad in a white dress, which she normally was until winter, it was short sleeved, a bodice style, that laced up the front, the skirt of it reached her ankles. It showed her figure a little, but hid it so well so that it was not scandalous. But when he mentioned dangerous and innocent, her face hardened a bit, she wasn’t afraid of him or of his face. ”I enjoy watching and learning the art of swordplay. It interests me, and it is quite entertaining, it looks to be freedom.” She simply stated, as she clasped her hands in front of her, the white stallion snorted a bit at James.
”Orion… lay down and rest for a bit, my dearest friend.” She glanced to him, her look softening, as she lifted up a hand to brush her fingers along his nose in a gentle caress. ”And no more snorting at Lord Crawford, or you shall not get your carrots later on.” Orion’s eyes widened as if he had understood, and he slowly moved away from Joan just to lie down in the grass, although he was not happy at the concept of him not getting his carrots possibly. Glancing towards Lord Crawford once more, she tilted her head, ”I apologize, he is unbroken… and I prefer to keep him that way. He has a mind of his own… and doesn’t like anyone at first when it comes to me.” She merely explained, but instead of clasping her hands in front of her once more, she eased herself over the fence with ease, joining him in the makeshift arena.
She asked for no help, preferring to do it on her own, as she walked towards the sword and she picked one out after glancing over each one. She picked a light one that had a good balance, and curled her fingers around the hilt. She removed the light cloak, as she laid it across a bale of hay, she even tied her hair back, as she spun the sword a bit within her hand, getting a feel for it. ”Lord Crawford, would you be so kind as to teach me the art of swordplay?” She glanced to his eyes, showing she would not take no for an answer, as she tilted her head a bit. ”So that perhaps I could show you that I am not as innocent as I appear.” She was a wildfire, she couldn’t help but be who she was, as she crouched down a little, like the men usually did, getting into position. ”I promise you that I am a quick learner, and a good student.” Plus, Joan wouldn’t mind a nic, or a cut or two upon her. Why should she?
A mischievous look in her eyes, after all she did know what she was doing. She also knew how Edward would so love to lecture her if he heard of this. But in the end she did not care, she wanted to feel that freedom, she wanted to be treated as an equal, she wanted something different. But Orion raised his head up, almost protectively of Joan, he neighed loudly. ”Orion… I shall be fine, I assure you old friend.” Orion laid his head back down, giving a snort as if saying, ‘You better be.’ ”Come now, Lord Crawford, afraid that a woman of sorts could better you in swordplay?” She wanted to coax him into the game of swordplay, she wanted to fly free. It was obvious she wasn’t afraid of him, no matter who he was, what title he held, or whom he was related to. Joan was always one to speak what was on her mind.
