Hello, fellow roleplayers! Salutations from the East; the dry, hot land from whence I come. For now I shall introduce myself, and then allow my dearest character introduce herself.
My name is Leenah, an Egyptian teenage girl living in the Middle East, aspiring to become a famous fantasy literature writer (JRR Tolkien, George RR Martin, Terry Brooks, yes please!) I intend to travel to the UK after my graduation in 2015 to pursue my dream of becoming a journalist, and every day I come closer to that dream. I am in fact a tomboy and so I enjoy sports, but I also enjoy reading and writing, especially medieval fantasy. Can I get a "woot woot"?! That's all I really have to say about myself, unless you stalkers (jk<3) want to know something else about me. And now, my character.
Greetings, people of this green Earth. Those who are familiar with me know me as Vix Siphonblade, but those who are not, know me as The Royal Renegade. Yes, once upon a time I was of royal blood, born into a life of duty, judgement, and... "righteousness". My father was a vile king and my mother a foul witch. She was quite literally a witch, sought out by my father many years before my coming into this world. His kingdom was falling to ruins and rebellions were sparking; the people were discontent. He could not control them with his reigning, and so he sought out a witch to user her horrid powers of dark witchcraft to control the people, put them under the royal bidding. Years later, I was conceived. The witch blood within my mother, as well as her twisted intentions, turned me into a demon spawn. A cambion. I did not feel content with life in a villainous castle in a wicked kingdom of brainwashed citizens. And so after 16 years of pretending, of acting, of coping with that life, I rebelled. I murdered my begetters in their sleep, and ran away to live life as a nomad. The demon blood pumping through my veins gave me strength I never knew, gave me agility, gave me stealth. I fell into the role of a rogue and took to calling myself Vix. After a few years of robbing and stealing, I came across a magnificent castle, within which I found a magnificent armory full of the most appalling weapons man could ever perceive. A pair of daggers stood out from the others; they were red of hilt and dark gray of blade, and embedded in the quillon of one was a large, green gem, and in the other, a large purple gem. Both daggers radiated power, but who was I to know the gems themselves had magical properties? As I made camp one night in an unknown forest, I was assaulted by two bandits. One stabbed my shoulder, and as an instinct I dove my dagger through his heart; the dagger with the green gem. A green aura radiated from the fallen body of the bandit and into me, and I instantly felt renewed, like I had never been stabbed. The other bandit, wielding a bow, notched an arrow and prepared to pull back the bowstring, until I threw my other dagger right at him, but only nicked his shoulder as he dove out of the way. But as he fell, I saw something in his eyes; he was confused. He was unable to get up. He didn't have strength enough to even pull his bowstring. At that moment, I plunged the green-gemmed dagger into his chest, and felt a rush of life, like I had been completely reinvigorated. At that moment... I realized. The green-gemmed dagger could siphon life from its victim into its wielder, and the purple-gemmed one could siphon strength and energy from its victim.
I began calling myself Vix Siphonblade.
(PS. I'm still not done with the story! Still requires some editing and whatnot.)