Post by Evie Orange Le Lucky on Mar 31, 2008 20:51:17 GMT -5
Name: Le Lucky / Orange / Evie
Character: Dameon Weasley
Parents: Ronald and Luna Weasley
Position: Oldest
PB: Eric Stoltz
Age: 17
House: Hufflepuff
Happily: Single!
Sample: I hate to be a pian, but I don't have any posts . . . just got a new computer you see, and I had all my posts on there as well as sign-in information for my proboard sites on there where I posted . . . so if you don't mind, I have a short story (about 1200 words) on this computer I can give you . . . otherwise, I can make something up . . . let me know!
With a cruel smile upon her lips, she took another unnaturally graceful step towards the figure not two feet in front of her.
“Out after dark I see, and in my lovely ruins as well,” she pouted slightly and breathed into their ear. “Not a very smart move on your part,” with a grin now resting upon her lips, she touched a slender, pale finger to the exposed neck before her and an instant later she was walking out before them without the slightest hint of noise, “not that I’m complaining.”
By the way their neck felt and by the way they cocked their head at her voice, she could easily tell that the person standing before her was male, but not the most intelligent of men. Most likely another messenger from the town asking her to leave before they were forced to hunt her down and kill her, simply empty threats, but she always sent them a message in return by not sending their messengers back. Honestly, if these messengers had anything interesting to say, she would probably send them home. If they died, it wasn’t entirely her fault.
“What is your message?” she spoke softly and began to circle him silently.
Again he tilted his head towards her, almost as if he wasn’t quite sure if he was actually hearing her or not. She was sure he had, no matter how he was acting. There was
no way he couldn’t have when her voice was one that humans naturally connected with death. They always heard her, weather they wanted to or not.
“I believe I asked you a question, darling,” she breathed, now standing right before him, “What is your message?”
The man suddenly reached his hand out as if to grab her arm, but seeing how she did not wish this, she simply backed away with immortal speed and delicacy, confusion resting on her dark brow.
“Aevan?” A whisper escaped from his human lips.
“How do you know my name?” Her gaze darkened as she circled around him once again, stopping when she was behind the unaware man. The human messengers usually amused her for awhile as they tried to get everything sorted out in their little heads, but her amusement for this one was almost out. Although, her curiosity just might get the best of her.
“Don’t you recognize me?”
Running a hand through his blonde, disheveled hair, she smiled with the corners of her mouth, “Can’t say I do.”
Poor human, he looked like he was going to have a heart attack.
“But Aevan, you just have to remember me, I mean, it isn’t a full moon yet . . . “
He was almost making her feel bad with his forlorn little voice, how rude. Besides, what did her memory have to do with the cycles of the moon? Humans were so silly sometimes, a pity she was once one of them.
“Aevan,” his voice ran up into her thoughts.
Rude little human, she was thinking, and there he went talking and the like.
“Aevan, I am sorry, I know you dislike it when people interrupt your thoughts, but you really are thinking all the time so it’s hard to get around that,”
Smart human.
“But your nephew’s hunting party will be here soon, so you really best be going.”
Hunting party? Oh, that’s right; one of the last messengers had mentioned a hunting party formed down in the village that would come after her if she didn’t do . . . something that she couldn’t remember just now. But, this human was trying to warn her of the hunting party. Something wasn’t right.
“What is your name human?”
The human shook his head and let out a frustrated sigh before turning around to face her and, surprisingly, nod his head like one of those polite little gentlemen trying to woo all the pretty girls.
“Sydney James of Han.”
Aevan nodded and bounced back a bit before finally jumping to sit on a ledge that was once a wall to some family home hundreds of years ago before the infection of vampires.
“So Mr. James, you say I have lost my memory, yet here I sit remembering details of my long life.”
“You are remembering yesterday for you, or even earlier today, but those memories are from over twenty years ago, Aevan. Now we really must be going, your nephew and his men shall be here shortly.” Mr. James reached up to her, as if she needed help getting down, but sighed when she stood and walked along the wall until she came to a corner.
“My nephew’s men, you say, Than’s men,” she laughed and turned to walk atop a second wall of the once home, Mr. James following her below. “Mr. James, Than is only six year old.”
He sighed loudly and rubbed the back of his neck.
“No, Aevan, he is twenty-six.”
Aevan laughed and sat once again when she came to a second corner. She had stopped by her family’s home only last week in the middle of the night to say hello to her only darling little nephew. She had even told him the story of her would-have-been wedding almost twenty years ago. Than was her youngest sister’s first child, Mia’s darling little boy. Mia was an infant herself when Aevan was infected by her to-be-husband and Aevan was quite taken with her darling nephew.
“Come on, you have to get out of here, Than-” Suddenly, Mr. James crumpled into an awkward little pile on the ground with a single arrow sticking out of his back.
“What the . . .”
Her eyes shot to a large, dark headed figure off in the distance at the tree line to the Forest of Han.
“Well hello, Auntie. It’s been awhile.”
Aevan jumped down from the wall and moved towards her grown nephew with her eyebrows bunched together and her mouth open.
“Than?”
“What’s the matter, Auntie, don’t you recognize me? I mean, only last week, you killed my wife and almost killed me.”
“Who are you? You can’t be Than, he’s only a boy, a sweet little boy . . .” she trailed off along with her voice, her gray eyes darting around as she tried to wrap her head around the situation that had presented itself.
“I’m no boy, not anymore. Why, what is the problem, afraid you can’t kill me this time?” He smirked and tilted his head like the curious boy she remembered. “Don’t tell me your memory is going, I mean, you aren’t that old. What is it now, sixty years? And you still have the body of a twenty year old, lucky you.”
Aevan simply looked at him, her intelligence now only something that was pulling her down into a reality that may or may not be real, to a grown nephew who may or not be real. Nothing was making sense.
“You look confused, Auntie,” she took a step towards her and she suddenly felt a burning sensation throughout her body, “Does that help?”
Aevan looked down at the wooden stake sticking out of her chest and felt a tear roll down her face as fire consumed her body and her darling nephew smiled at the flames.
Character: Dameon Weasley
Parents: Ronald and Luna Weasley
Position: Oldest
PB: Eric Stoltz
Age: 17
House: Hufflepuff
Happily: Single!
Sample: I hate to be a pian, but I don't have any posts . . . just got a new computer you see, and I had all my posts on there as well as sign-in information for my proboard sites on there where I posted . . . so if you don't mind, I have a short story (about 1200 words) on this computer I can give you . . . otherwise, I can make something up . . . let me know!
With a cruel smile upon her lips, she took another unnaturally graceful step towards the figure not two feet in front of her.
“Out after dark I see, and in my lovely ruins as well,” she pouted slightly and breathed into their ear. “Not a very smart move on your part,” with a grin now resting upon her lips, she touched a slender, pale finger to the exposed neck before her and an instant later she was walking out before them without the slightest hint of noise, “not that I’m complaining.”
By the way their neck felt and by the way they cocked their head at her voice, she could easily tell that the person standing before her was male, but not the most intelligent of men. Most likely another messenger from the town asking her to leave before they were forced to hunt her down and kill her, simply empty threats, but she always sent them a message in return by not sending their messengers back. Honestly, if these messengers had anything interesting to say, she would probably send them home. If they died, it wasn’t entirely her fault.
“What is your message?” she spoke softly and began to circle him silently.
Again he tilted his head towards her, almost as if he wasn’t quite sure if he was actually hearing her or not. She was sure he had, no matter how he was acting. There was
no way he couldn’t have when her voice was one that humans naturally connected with death. They always heard her, weather they wanted to or not.
“I believe I asked you a question, darling,” she breathed, now standing right before him, “What is your message?”
The man suddenly reached his hand out as if to grab her arm, but seeing how she did not wish this, she simply backed away with immortal speed and delicacy, confusion resting on her dark brow.
“Aevan?” A whisper escaped from his human lips.
“How do you know my name?” Her gaze darkened as she circled around him once again, stopping when she was behind the unaware man. The human messengers usually amused her for awhile as they tried to get everything sorted out in their little heads, but her amusement for this one was almost out. Although, her curiosity just might get the best of her.
“Don’t you recognize me?”
Running a hand through his blonde, disheveled hair, she smiled with the corners of her mouth, “Can’t say I do.”
Poor human, he looked like he was going to have a heart attack.
“But Aevan, you just have to remember me, I mean, it isn’t a full moon yet . . . “
He was almost making her feel bad with his forlorn little voice, how rude. Besides, what did her memory have to do with the cycles of the moon? Humans were so silly sometimes, a pity she was once one of them.
“Aevan,” his voice ran up into her thoughts.
Rude little human, she was thinking, and there he went talking and the like.
“Aevan, I am sorry, I know you dislike it when people interrupt your thoughts, but you really are thinking all the time so it’s hard to get around that,”
Smart human.
“But your nephew’s hunting party will be here soon, so you really best be going.”
Hunting party? Oh, that’s right; one of the last messengers had mentioned a hunting party formed down in the village that would come after her if she didn’t do . . . something that she couldn’t remember just now. But, this human was trying to warn her of the hunting party. Something wasn’t right.
“What is your name human?”
The human shook his head and let out a frustrated sigh before turning around to face her and, surprisingly, nod his head like one of those polite little gentlemen trying to woo all the pretty girls.
“Sydney James of Han.”
Aevan nodded and bounced back a bit before finally jumping to sit on a ledge that was once a wall to some family home hundreds of years ago before the infection of vampires.
“So Mr. James, you say I have lost my memory, yet here I sit remembering details of my long life.”
“You are remembering yesterday for you, or even earlier today, but those memories are from over twenty years ago, Aevan. Now we really must be going, your nephew and his men shall be here shortly.” Mr. James reached up to her, as if she needed help getting down, but sighed when she stood and walked along the wall until she came to a corner.
“My nephew’s men, you say, Than’s men,” she laughed and turned to walk atop a second wall of the once home, Mr. James following her below. “Mr. James, Than is only six year old.”
He sighed loudly and rubbed the back of his neck.
“No, Aevan, he is twenty-six.”
Aevan laughed and sat once again when she came to a second corner. She had stopped by her family’s home only last week in the middle of the night to say hello to her only darling little nephew. She had even told him the story of her would-have-been wedding almost twenty years ago. Than was her youngest sister’s first child, Mia’s darling little boy. Mia was an infant herself when Aevan was infected by her to-be-husband and Aevan was quite taken with her darling nephew.
“Come on, you have to get out of here, Than-” Suddenly, Mr. James crumpled into an awkward little pile on the ground with a single arrow sticking out of his back.
“What the . . .”
Her eyes shot to a large, dark headed figure off in the distance at the tree line to the Forest of Han.
“Well hello, Auntie. It’s been awhile.”
Aevan jumped down from the wall and moved towards her grown nephew with her eyebrows bunched together and her mouth open.
“Than?”
“What’s the matter, Auntie, don’t you recognize me? I mean, only last week, you killed my wife and almost killed me.”
“Who are you? You can’t be Than, he’s only a boy, a sweet little boy . . .” she trailed off along with her voice, her gray eyes darting around as she tried to wrap her head around the situation that had presented itself.
“I’m no boy, not anymore. Why, what is the problem, afraid you can’t kill me this time?” He smirked and tilted his head like the curious boy she remembered. “Don’t tell me your memory is going, I mean, you aren’t that old. What is it now, sixty years? And you still have the body of a twenty year old, lucky you.”
Aevan simply looked at him, her intelligence now only something that was pulling her down into a reality that may or may not be real, to a grown nephew who may or not be real. Nothing was making sense.
“You look confused, Auntie,” she took a step towards her and she suddenly felt a burning sensation throughout her body, “Does that help?”
Aevan looked down at the wooden stake sticking out of her chest and felt a tear roll down her face as fire consumed her body and her darling nephew smiled at the flames.
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