Post by topaz on Jul 4, 2009 0:37:54 GMT -5
Maeve is a . and a new one at that. As a human Maeve was passionately in love with someone... someone who she no longer remembers.
when she was turned into a , all of her human memories had faded.The only thing that remaind was the passion that she has burning in her soul for a person who she no longer knows, or would recognize.
The rest of her everlasting life she will be searching for him, wondering where he is, and if she will ever find him.
Maeve has long blue black hair, and icy blue-gray eyes. her skin tone is light and fair.
she is new to being a so she knows nothing about having any skills what so ever. she will probably find them down the road of her never ending life.
Maeve is alone and doesnt know what to do. she wonders the world without a companion.
and example of my roleplaying style:
Maeve walked alone in the forest, going no where. Just wondering around with no destination. The whole in her heart wouldn't-couldn't go away.
how long had it been sence the change now? a week? a month? did it matter?
she walked on. the branch she just walked into would have hurt if she were still human, but her new steal-like skin hardly even took notice to the faint tickle.
"I cant even remember the name," Maeve sobed again, "Not even the name." She fell to the ground trying not to think of what was obviously true. She was alone. and she would probably never find the un named prince that had her heart, and would forever.
"Alone," Maeve said out loud to herself. This was the only word that could really describe her now. She was alone.
when she was turned into a , all of her human memories had faded.The only thing that remaind was the passion that she has burning in her soul for a person who she no longer knows, or would recognize.
The rest of her everlasting life she will be searching for him, wondering where he is, and if she will ever find him.
Maeve has long blue black hair, and icy blue-gray eyes. her skin tone is light and fair.
she is new to being a so she knows nothing about having any skills what so ever. she will probably find them down the road of her never ending life.
Maeve is alone and doesnt know what to do. she wonders the world without a companion.
and example of my roleplaying style:
Maeve walked alone in the forest, going no where. Just wondering around with no destination. The whole in her heart wouldn't-couldn't go away.
how long had it been sence the change now? a week? a month? did it matter?
she walked on. the branch she just walked into would have hurt if she were still human, but her new steal-like skin hardly even took notice to the faint tickle.
"I cant even remember the name," Maeve sobed again, "Not even the name." She fell to the ground trying not to think of what was obviously true. She was alone. and she would probably never find the un named prince that had her heart, and would forever.
"Alone," Maeve said out loud to herself. This was the only word that could really describe her now. She was alone.