Zevae

A list of suggestions

Alright, so I'm working on it right now. It will be up soon.

A list of suggestions

Lady Termott said
What's gonna be the plot if I may ask?

Thinking about it. I'll have one up by Tuesday, something came up in real life so I'm dealing with it at the moment.

A list of suggestions

Stitchblades said
i'm up for any of them :'3

Fantastic!

A list of suggestions

So 5 people including myself like the idea of being a dragon (from replies and pms), therefore it's dragon time.

RP with me?

Hello all,

I've decided to make this thread because my interest thread is going slow and there Isn't any roleplays that seem too interesting or long-lasting. Well that and the fact that I love 1x1 RP. I'm not too picky about what kind of roleplay goes on, but I don't do less than three lines, nor do I accept it, so please try and use your imagination. If you can simply do that then just reply here or PM me with what you want to do, as I said before, I'm not too picky.

Curing boredom!

I'd be interested in some Medieval fantasy - Servant x Master/ Human x Elf!

6 AM...Yesterday

Very interested.

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Lift me up - Five Finger Death Punch

Zevae's CS Vault

Name:
Kavautcha

Age:
Real age: Hundred and forty two.
Appearance age: Twenty two.

Gender:
Female.

Orientation:
Bisexual.

Species:
Human necromancer.

Personality:
She is quiet for the most part but isn't afraid to speak her opinion on things.

Likes:
~Roses.
~Crimson colored objects.
~Death.
~Blood.
~Intelligent conversation.

Dislikes:</b>
[b]~Most people.
~Bright places.
~"All-good" people.
~Most flowers.
~Heat.

Strengths:
~Agility.
~Cleverness.
~Experience with rising dead people and creatures.
~Making potions out of natural things.

Weaknesses:
~Too much sunlight.
~Bright places.

Disorders:
~She likes to pick at her scabs when she's alone.
~She sometimes plays with the organs of dead things or people when she's overly excited or happy.

Habits:
~Picking roses when she gets over-emotional.
~Playing with dead bodies when she tries focusing, or is in deep thought.

Height:
6'3.

Weight:
Hundred twenty eight pounds.

Hair color:
Charcoal black.

Eye color:
Changes from light brown to bright red.

Skin color:
Pale-pinkish.

>Piercings:
All the way up on both ears.

Tattoos:
Inverted pentagram right above her belly button.

Scars:
Whip scars all over her back, and knife scars on her inner thighs and forearms.

Marks:
She has rune-like marks that run up from the back of her kneecaps to the bottom of her butt, she also has a rune on the back of her neck; they all look like brands in her skin and they glow red when she uses any type of power.

Powers:
She can rise the dead, has the power to ignite someone with black flames, and has weak telekinetic powers.

History:
Kavautcha's life started out in a peaceful and loving home, or so she thought. She didn't realize or even notice one thing wrong with her family until the age of twelve when, she found her mother in the basement surrounded by candles naked with what looked like to be branded scars all over her body. Once Kavautcha inched closer past the doorway she noticed that her mother was chanting in whispers that got louder and louder, and then she started to rise with her hands held up into the air which made Kavautcha stop dead in her tracks. Something caught her eye so she looked down, a shock ran over her whole being as she realized the mangled body in front of her mother was her dad. Falling to her knees in shock and crying out for it not to be true her mom took notice and looked back to her with anger in her eyes "What an ignorant, and disrespectful child you are little Kavautcha, your dad would think he teaching failed." Her mother said in a calm but annoyed voice; Kavautcha looked up to her mom with a face full of tears and disgust as she saw the blood of her father smeared across her mother's naked figure. Without warning Kavautcha stood up and attempted to push her mom but her mother caught her by her forearms as Kavautcha screamed out "Why did you kill father?! What did he do to deserve it?! We had a good life here, he was a good man! All he did was love and took care of us!" Her voice echoed off of the walls of the basement as she jerked and tried to pull away from her mom but her mother had too much of a grip on her.

When Kavautcha settled down a bit from lack of energy her mother was still in silence with a blank look on her face, in Kavautcha's rage she kicked and tried to knee her mother wherever she could but she wouldn't even give the slightest look of pain to Kavautcha, she just stared until Kavautcha spat in her face and screamed "Murderer!" That got her mom's attention more than anything else. Her mother shoved both of Kavautcha's small wrists into one clasped hand and shoved her against the wall as her other hand grabbed the knife that sat on the table next to them, with Kavautcha watching this she kicked and screamed for help but the kicking didn't faze her mom especially because she had no type of shoes on her feet. With what seemed a wave of her hand her mother successfully cut her white nightgown and underwear in one movement, as the gown fell to the ground the panties stayed on her until her mom ripped them off after dropping the knife that she held in her hand onto the floor. Kavautcha was paralyzed by the cold air around her so she crossed her legs and began to shiver, tears still ran down her face as she shut her eyes in fear of her life ending here as well. Her mother grabbed both of her ankles in the now free hand and turned her to the side and swung her as if she was about to throw her. Kavautcha started to squirm and cry out for help again but as she feared her mother took one last heave and threw her across the room making her head connect with the nearby wall; Kavautcha instantly lost consciousness as she fell onto her dad's dead corpse.

Waking up to the feeling of being dragged she looked towards her feet but her sight was blurred and her head spun and ached with a sharp pain, everything felt numb as her ears rang. Lifting a hand up to her bleeding forehead she winced in pain while a soft groan escaped her lips. When the feeling in her body and limbs came back to her she fully realized that she was being dragged and instantly looked up to find her dad's beaten and naked corpse was sliding her around on the grass outside, it was nightfall in a thick forest of silence and dead everything, from the trees to the grass everything was dried and dead. Attempting to sit up her dad jerked her legs forward making her fall backwards and hit the floor when her head bounced off of the ground she cried out in pain as her ears rang again. Her father didn't even look back to her or anywhere else but directly in front of him, like he was being controlled somehow. "Daddy?" She yelled out to him and he stopped but didn't look back at her as he pulled her legs into the air and spun in a circle and with the same movement he threw Kavautcha and she landed on top of a bunch of rotting corpses, screaming in shear fear she tumbled off of the bodies and attempted to wipe their blood off of her naked body.

When her father collapsed to the ground like a sack of potatoes Kavautcha looked over and focused on him, he had cuts and deep bruises all over him and look like he was rotted like the others she had landed on top of. Looking around she realized she was completely alone, curling up against a dead tree she noticed that her body looked older but she didn't notice that much when she started crying to herself and eventually fell sleep right there next to the piled dead bodies, her dreams were filled of what seemed to be her past. Kavautcha was running down long corridors that were pitch black and large, her bare feet echoed throughout the hallways that were made of stone then out of the next room she was forced to turn into because there was no other way, a hand reached out and grabbed onto her hair and lifted her off of the floor, before she could get a glimpse of the figure she was thrown into a cage and was locked in right after. The cage was so small that Kavautcha couldn't move, she cried out for hours until the exhaustion led her to pass out, she continued this routine for another day until a bright light pierced her eyes, she could hear footsteps and the light got closer and closer until she was eventually picked up as she still lay in the cage. The walking seemed to go on forever and all she could see was the bright light in front of her face, no matter how hard she tried her eyes couldn't get used to it. Her cage was sat down in front of what seemed to be a table, before she could even look up she was pulled out of the cage, trying to fight back didn't work for how fragile and weak state she was in so she shortly gave up. Fastened to the table that she got sat down in front of earlier she struggled as she watched each limb get shackled one by one to the table, she couldn't do much even if she tried because the person that bound her laid her on her stomach. As the person stepped away Kavautcha tried to mutter out some words but her voice was too sore and dry, all she could do is wait and see what was going to happen to her, she lost hope, to her the life she lived was already ended. The person's footsteps came back into the room, at the corner of her eye she could see the bare feet of a man, one of the feet stepped back as if he was swinging something heavy, Kavautcha's eyes widened as a sharp pain ran up her back and a loud crack was heard from the leather of the whip connecting to her skin. Crying out in pain each time only came harder and faster until she felt her skin starting to rip and her blood pooling, that's when the man stopped and set down the whip on the floor, as she caught her breath he circled around to the front of her whispering "What a disappointment you have became." Finally getting to see his face she was speechless when she noticed her father's half-rotten face, once their eyes had connected he slammed his fist to the back of her head and everything became fuzzy and her ears rang, but over all of the noise she heard her mom's laughter before she lost complete consciousness.

Waking up in a room on top of a comfortable bed she sighed in relief and scooted off of her mattress to stretch standing up. She smiled as she glanced over to her diary, walking towards it she sat down in a chair that was in front of the table where her personal book sat, opening it up to a certain page it read "After all of the torture and lessons I had to learn from my mother I am finally an obedient and loving daughter, she has taught me her ways of necromancy and that father deserves what he as done because he was found cheating on her with her sister. Mother thank you for changing my ways, thank you for showing me the truth about this world." Flipping to the next page she read aloud "I took mother's life today, it's only made me stronger and more powerful, what a wonderful and loving mother she was, and she will always be with me. She put father to rest before I awoken her animal instincts, even though her spirit is departed her soul and body remains as a toy for my undoings, thank you mother." She read it as if a daily prayer or routine, as she put down the book and sighed happily she spoke a few words and her mother's corpse rose once more.

Zevae's CS Vault

~Her name is Syrileth.
~She is twenty, but her real age is 145.
~Her species is vampire.
~She is 5'7.
~Her weight is 120 lb.
~Her hair color is blue-black.
~Her eye color is grey.
~She is bisexual, but prefers women over men.
~She is single.

Personality:
~Syrileth is quiet and respectable, even though she brings herself as the perfect person to take orders she messes around when she's alone but, she still gets the job done in time. She grown up around humans and thinks herself as one of them until, of course, she needs to feed off of their blood. Thus she doesn't like what she has to do in order to stay alive, though she doesn't accept who she is, she still knows how to use her powers even though she despises what she is as it's own species.

Uses:
~She can clean quickly and still do the job perfectly.
~Her favorite job would to take care of any animal, even if it has to deal with cleaning up after them.

Skills:
~She's a quick learner.
~She is good at hiding her identity as a vampire.

Special Abilities:
~She can see in the dark.
~She can run at great speeds.
~Her appearance stays the same (she never ages).

<b>Likes</b>:
~Cold places.
~Being around humans to take her mind off of her immortality.

Dislikes:
~Her own kind.
~Hot places.

Weapons:
~Her professions in weaponry is in anything small (like daggers, throwing knifes, and light short swords, ETC).

History:
Her parents wanted Syrileth to be in a good home so they traveled as far as they could to take care of this infant but, their wagon was raided by vampiric bandits on their way to a better life. They fought over who was going to drain this baby clean from its life but the leader stopped their fight and ordered them to give her the baby and to go back to their campsite, they did so while cowering under her iron fist. As the infant stretched its hands out to her feeling with dried snot and tears on her face, she felt that there was a sense of good in this vampire. The years went by and she was turning into a young woman at the age of seventeen, raiding and stealing from nearby villages with the vampires that killed her parents, she had no idea of who she was and where she came from, she was convinced that she was brought up all of her live living with these bandits, she trusted them and learned their ways. She was kept from the rampage and bicker that the night sky brought to their camp from the same vampire that saved her as a baby, her name was Ravelith. This woman saw it in herself to name Syrileth because she felt she was responsible for her, even though the others despised what she done they wouldn't dare stray from her orders. At the age of twenty Syrileth was finally accepted among the others from her successful raids and earnings, thus making them want to turn her into one of them. She was confused when they said "turning her into one of them" so she got the courage to ask Ravelith of what they meant, of course she just shook her head as always and told her that they were "drunk" or just trying to make themselves look "desirable" to get with her. She never questioned her leader much further than that, she trusted her enough to think she was telling the truth.

There was always a strange fellow of the name Davit, he never talked or hung out with everyone else. He was the maid of this band of people because he failed so many times beforehand of trying to learn how to raid and even got a few people killed from it. No one ever asked him how he was doing or ever acknowledged him, little did she know that the anger built inside of him was going to ruin the peace she had here. Mid-year was approaching and they were getting ready to pack up and head for the caves for the summer because of the heat when a night after partying they were awakened in their slumber by distant bone-chilling screams of a nearby village, Syrileth geared up with the rest as a few stayed back with Ravelith to hold the fort down. When everyone was searched to be accounted for Davit was no where to be found, but as always they just shrugged it off and hoped for the worst of him. Taking off one by one they ran to the village searching every corner, and street. They found nothing out of the ordinary, or anything to indicate that anything had gone wrong, that's when they all thought: "A diversion". Their movements turned into a complete sprint as they turned back to head to camp, leaving Syrileth behind because of her limited abilities as a human, she still ran, as fast as she could. Arriving around thirty minutes later than the rest, she was brought to tears seeing her once called "home" burning with her fellow raiders spread out in random places with sharp objects rammed into their chests and faces, showing disrespect to those who once lived. Hearing a struggle from inside Syrileth found her way in only to see more bodies piled up and set on fire. "Ravelith" she thought as her stomach dropped upon entering her leaders sleeping chambers, there she was barely alive with strange men downed around her. Coughing and barely conscious she called out to Syrileth, she didn't refuse and ran over to her to see a multiple swords rammed into her body and stuck into the ground holding her place. She looked over her mother figure and cried out, for she knew her time was short. Ravelith struggled to put her arm around her as she muttered out "It's time.. For you to take my place.." Syrileth shook her head trying to refuse any possible way of her leaving this world, alas the deep wounds and movement of Ravelish's words made her come to the realization of her not making it pass the hour. She motioned for her to come closer, Syrileth didn't hesitate. One she was close she whispered "I'm sorry" before sinking her teeth into Syrileth's neck, she gasped as the world turned dark.

Memories all rushed to her at once as she woke up with a large gasp, finding herself laying next to Ravelith she touched her face and cried once more as she shut the lifeless eyes of her teacher. Taking the swords out of her body she threw them against the walls in anger knowing that she was now alone in the world. Reaching down to pick Ravelith up she noticed something scrunched in her hand, pulling it out she read the words on it as she flattened it out:

"My dear Syrileth,

You are like the daughter that I didn't get the chance to give birth to, you're a strong and respectable woman now. But every day I feel the pain of my lies that I've told you my child, I did know your parents, even though it wasn't personally. We were raiding like you, your brothers, sisters and I do, but we failed to see remorse in this single carriage that held you. I know you have a lot of questions, and I'm sorry that I'm not here to answer them but know this, there is a note weaved into your basket from your parents, I couldn't get it out but you're a smart girl, you'll figure it out.

I know you must hate me right now but know that I tried giving you the best life that I could, and now you hold the mark of a true warrior, on the side of your neck. I lo-"

From there the letter was soaked in blood and smeared. Shaking her head she screamed in sadness and in anger, not noticing the fire that was creeping closer around her she slammed her fists into the ground below her as her fit continued. Feeling the ground shake as someone dropped behind her she quickly looked back and saw Davit, only for a second as she was knocked on the back of the head with something heavy. Falling to the floor unconscious she could only hear his laughter as she passed out, limp.

Awakened by a chicken hopping over her face she sat up as her world spun, grabbing her head she huffed in pain. Looking at her arms she realized that she was shackled to the ground. now struggling to get the shackles off a man approached her eating an apple. "Don't waste your time, your not going to get those off anytime soon miss" tilting her head up to him she scuffed "Why the hell am I locked up here?" glaring at the man he shrugged "To be sold into slavery I reckon.." She worked at the cuffs more furiously now, the man only chuckled "Where are you from then?" he asked sitting down on a nearby stool. Frozen in place she blinked trying to think "I.. Don't remember." The man nodded finishing off his apple before throwing the core to the close by pigs "That would explain the bandage wrapped around your head then. Shocked, she looked up to see a white bandage that was indeed wrapped around her head "What do you me-" The door swung open as a plated man walked in his voice stern and loud, "Get out of here you bugger" He looked to the man on the stool. Without hesitation he ran out the other door as the plated man walked back out slamming the door. "How long am I going to be here?" She asked herself as she sat there helplessly waiting for the next event.