Silyan

Welcome to Gravetown!

Irish names are weird. It took me a bit to finally remember how to pronounce. :P

Welcome to Gravetown!

Okie doke.

Welcome to Gravetown!

Zayum

Name:
Caiomhe Keiri O'Dair
Pronounced Kee-Va Kee-Ree Oh Dare
Species:
Banshee

Gender:
Female

Age: (include how old you appear as well)
Despite Caiomhe's own words, its known that she's well over her 20 year old appearance. She's actually one hundred and seventy four years old.

Occupation:
Bar Singer

Personality:
Caiomhe is a vain individual, and takes pride in nearly everything she does, whether its good or bad. Her pride knowns almost no bounds. Its a very rare occurence when she reveres someone higher up than her. Despite this, she does have her 'trashy' moments. Caoimhe loves drinking and having a good time; that gives her a tendency to push things a bit too far and let things get out of control. She's known to be lively and vibrant, to some people's annoyance at times. Flirty and outgoing, she's very charismatic, but she also comes off as brash and rude as well since she says whatever is on her mind.

Bio:
Born in 1840, Caiomhe was the daughter of a quiet Irish farming couple. With five brothers and two sisters, Caiomhe was just the average little girl. She had a normal childhood, playing on the countryside and helping out around the house.

Her mother would always hum and sing around the house, whether she was cooking, cleaning, or just sewing. Caoimhe soon picked up the same habit after finding a comfort in it. As she grew, a passion for music grew with her. It wasn't long till she began to pursue singing more seriously. She decided it was the one thing to set her apart from everyone else, but with the famine of the 1850's, things soon changed.

With no money to support themselves, her parents had to pull together scraps and tie some loose ends to manage the money to leave. They saw no hope left for them in their homeland. A teary Caiomhe said goodbye to the only place she'd known and set sail to England with her mother and oldest brother Edward.

Caiomhe had a hard time adjusting to her new home, finding no solace in the big bustling city. She missed the quiet countryside and green rolling hills. Edward become a carpenter's apprentice and her mother became a maid for a wealthy english family. Making Caiomhe the only one home a majority of the time. Despite this, she occupied herself with singing and cleaning up the house or doing extra schoolwork. Her youth passed, and at the asfge of 18, she was joined by another one of her brothers and her younger sister. With them, they brought news of her father's recent passing. Her mother took it harder than anyone, and fell into a dark depression. It wasn't long before she passed too.

Caiomhe moved on with life, hoping to leave death behind her. She came along a job as a pub entertainer, and found a place where she could use her voice for some benefit. It wasn't long before she met the man of her dreams. Alexanderé was everythingb she wanted. They married soon enough, and at the age of twenty, she became pregnant. Despite this, Alexanderé and Caoimhe both decided that they wanted to come to the United States Of America.

On the shipride, Caoimhe fell ill. She managed to last the rest of the journey with her child still though. In the new New York, they hoped things would become even better. In December, Caoimhe went into labor. Sadly, she died giving birth. The baby, named after her mother, survived.

Caoimhe was reborn , a banshee. Confused, scared, and alone, all she could do was wandered. After awhile, she managed to piece it together. It made her bitter and angry for sometime, and the person she once was before died along with her human form. It took many years before she become less cold and hard although she stayed detatched from emotions for the most part. It didn't take much longer till she managed to find her way to Gravetown, becoming a resident of Foggy Lake. The solitude of it soothed her, but eventually she grew bored. So she took up residency in Mortem Park.
Stuff you often carry: (pretty much your inventory)
♦ An ivory comb, with the names Caoimhe and Alexanderé carved in.
♦ A small black clutch purse
♦ Pomegranate cough drops
Type of magic, if any : Some basic water magic, nothing major. She can manipulate it and change its temperature.

Anything else?
The smell of vanilla caramel lattes are the best. c:
Her past is a very sensitive topic for her.
She'll murder anyone for her comb.
The image is only her primary appearance, and her eyes are normally a light almost white grey.

So I wasn't sure how you wanted the banshees to be created and I went with a myth on the wikipedia..Sorry if its a bit too much with the history.

Welcome to Gravetown!

I'll put my character sheert up tomorrow since its getting late now. I'll probably end up making a banshee but anyway, goodnight.

Welcome to Gravetown!

What do the ghouls look like exactly? o.o

Welcome to Gravetown!

I can't decide if I want to make a Ghoul, Banshee, Ghost, or Yuki-Onna character.
Decisions suck.

Echoes Of The Forgotten

I'll work on the CS now.

Echoes Of The Forgotten Casual Interest Check

Dropping my interest in too.

By force of course.
*Cough* Nyt. *Cough*

Xavier Academy for Gifted Youngsters

The two boys had two very different reactions. Watching the first of the two, as much as she didn't want too, an almost genuine giggle bubbled up before Citali quickly silenced it. Instead, the edge of her lips tugged up into the smallest semblance of a smile manageable. Just the tiniest. "Yes, Citali." She nodded, searching in her head if any of the few names she'd lesrned matched his face. They didn't, and she flinched internally, how rude of herself... Her eyes following the other girl that had came in, not judging but just observing, her attention snapped over towards the two boys who seemed to be discussing Citali's own reasoning.
Hearing the slightly too...perfect looking? Boy's words...Citali tensed up as a bitter taste hit her mouth. Ha. If they had even been around to drill that into me as well. Citali hissed the words subconsciously, her words sending a very vague whisper of themselves out into the room for anyone to listen to if they caught it. Her lips hardened into a foreceful frown and she had to keep herself from glaring. "Or maybe the situation might have just been innapropriate for this setting?" Citali spat the words with a certain venom and tossed her hair to the side with a humorless chuckle, seemingly taking more offense to it than she ought to have. She tapped her foot impatiently, bordering on anxiously, crossing her arms too.

Oh Waiter! Refill of Blood Please? (Supernatural RP)

Character sheet

"Embrace Sweet Death."

Name:
Citali Bly
Age:
Seventeen
Gender:
Female
Hunter/Imprisoned:
Imprisoned
Personality:
Citali is a curious person, always digging her nose where it doesn't belong. She's constantly trying to figure something out, whether its a puzzle or the person in front of her. Sometimes, she can off as naive because of how gullible she tends to be. Although Citali is very aware of this, she tends to be almost child likely defensive when its brought up. She's stubborn as well, and hates to not be able to make her own choices or do certain things. A lot of people view her as innocent and rather childish because of those qualities; she also has a habit of getting attached to people easily. Citali is a bad judge of charater and has a hard time seeing the difference between right and wrong; she also symphasizes with people which makes it even worse. She hates to see other people upset or down, so she tends to try and cheer others up.
Relationship:
N/A
Bio:
Other:

This is really crappy so I'll edit it tomorrow and add the bio.