Post by Asura Roth on Oct 15, 2008 17:33:51 GMT -6
Name
Asura Roth
Age
16
Species
Dhampir
____________________
Appearance [2 paragraphs]
BODY ISSUES: Asura is about five foot two, she is a firey hell ball of midgeness. At least that's what she tells herself when she's getting ready for a fighting class. She is part Chinese, and has absolutely no connection with her roots. She cannot speak the language and will kick anyone's ass who makes fun of her for it. Her hair is never the same color for very long, usually purple, blue or pink is dyed into it. She is a walking, talking bi pride flag and she loves it. Asura has humble features, she is curvy, yet weighted down by her chest. For a few years she tried taping it down, mainly during her tom boy phase. JNow, she avoids revlealing clothing and tight shirts.
FASHION DIVA: For her classes, Asura usually wears a pair of sweat pants and a loose fitting shirt. Nothing too posh and nothing that will cause her to jump and hit her chin...again. When outside of class, she usually wears a pair of TRIPP pants and a hoodie. She isn't very flashy about being a girl. Just comfortable with wearing comfortable clothes and hanging out with her friends. She has a bit of a hatred of shoes. She loves the feeling of walking around barefoot and knows that there is nothing that can compete with it. She does own shoes, they are just gathering dust in the back of her closet.
POSTCARDS FROM A PLANE CRASH: Sura can usually be seen hanging out with friends, or just relaxing outside somewhere. She loves going to parties and protecting her moroi, whatever it takes and whatever she has to do.
Celebrity
Sarah Dope
Picture(s) of Celebrity [if any]
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Personality [2 paragraphs]
PROTECTIVE: The way Asura sees it, she has a mission in life, she has to protect her moroi. She will do whatever it takes and has been seriously hurt many times. She is seen as a hot head and a short fuse. She is the first one willing to fight and she is usually the last one standing. She is very vicious with her attacks, she has been compared to a mountain lion on many different ocassions. She can't help it, a few primitive snarls here and there...it's nothing bad. She is a good fighter and she likes doing it.
PARTY GIRL: What is better then dancing your Chinese ass off after a crap day of learning to be a fighter? Nothing! She loves going to clubs and dancing with a smexy girl or boy. She believes in open love and she loves the thought of bisexuals. No resrtictions and nothing wrong with loving who you want.
STUDENT: she is a powerful student, she pays attention in class and has caused a few broken walls when her tempter gets the best of her. She is protective of her friends and would hate to see what would happen to anyone who tried to test that.
DAUGHTER: Don't ask about her family. That will lead to being thrown out a window. Nuff said.
Likes
Dislikes
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History [3 paragraphs]
THE STARTING PAIN: She was raised as a mistake. Asura's mother was a proud moroi woman. She was very beautiful and powerful. She was rather intimidating to her Dhampir, but she was amazing none the less. One night, Asura's mother decided to go out without the protection of a Dhampir, she was attacked by a group of human men and raped. Her dhampir found her in a pile of blood and saved her life. The next nine months, she tried to commit suicide. Hating that the baby was going to be born half and half. When Asura came out, her mother cut the cord. Literally, she left the baby in the care of her Dhampir and never spoke to her.
TRAINING DAY: Asura knew that she was different then her mother, she wasn't as beautiful. She was curvy instead of supermodel thin. She developed her DD sized breasts at a young age, almost falling over a few times. She started training with her mother's Dhampir. Thinking of the man as more a parent then SHE ever could have been. Asura was a skilled fighter, she was excited and waited to be accpeted to the Academy. When she got in, her mother spit in her direction. More then she ever got in the past fourteen years...her "Father" hugged her, told Asura how he could not be prouder of her. She went to the Academy to learn for Him, to be a better fighter for him
R.P. Sample
nuts. Angel was having so much fun getting under his skin. Since when did he not care? He always had a ton of fun getting people mad at him. Just watching them throw a fit and start cursing with red faces was the funniest thing for Angel. Looking to Ruki, he suddenly thought about the other Tanaka at the school. Were Ruki and Akio related? Angel smirked lightly while thinking about the small crush that he had on Akio. The other Slytherin was the only person in Angel’s memory who he didn’t pursue. Maybe it was because he [Akio] was glued to that other band mate of his.
Maybe Angel shouldn’t leave just yet. He brushed some of his hair out of his eyes with the back of his hand as his nerves almost sizzled from the proximity. The last thing he wanted was for some shot out of left left with a sense of propriety
Angel loved the feeling around his thingy. Usually he was the one pulling random people into alcoves and bathrooms. It was rare that anyone really minded, on the right light, everybody just wanted to f**k. He kept moving his hips while licking his lips slightly. If there was one thing that Angel loved most in the world… it was a good long f**k. His first time had gotten him hooked. He was eleven years old, taking it balls deep from a seventh year on his first night in Slytherin. It was his first time out of the US and his Yankee accent was apparently the cutest thing that the seventh year had ever heard. Angel felt Ruki kiss him back, he had to admit. The professor had the softest lips that Angel had ever felt.
Angel could feel the nip on his tongue swell with blood as he kissed Ruki roughly. He could feel Ruki’s strong hand around him. His hard-on was getting painful as he listened to what Ruki had to say. It was true.
“I could say the same thing about you. Some hopeless fan girls who want to play mistress of the dark by hitting on you.” Angel titled his head back slightly, while listening to Ruki in his ear. Why did he come here again? Something about Demon and something else with duct tape and a quidditch pole. Ahh well, he would figure it out later. “What I want? Think you can handle it?” he asked while feeling the lips on his collar bone. Angel took his hands, while running them through Ruki’s blonde hair. The man was attractive. That’s really all he ever had before, some random attractions and faceless encounters who could barely last half the time he could. Stupid humans.
Angel moved so he was sitting on the desk completely. There were some test papers by his head and a pen jabbing into his back, but what the hell. Like he cared at this moment. Angel looked down at Ruki, seeing how south the man would go. He could feel Ruki’s lips and tongue on his chest and stomach. his tattoo around his lower stomach was being hit next, as he felt Ruki’s tongue over his thingy.
“Just do me now pregnant dog.” He told Ruki while sitting back up. He wanted the professor; he didn’t care if he was being bottomed, on top or whatever. Just as long as he got to feel the professor’s amazing tongue somewhere else. The feeling in his stomach was well… weird. More then what he usually felt for the people who he did. But less then what he had expected “love” to feel like. Then again, he had never loved anyone before. Hell if he knew what it would be. Angel laid back down, while feeling his thingy at full hardness. Ruki looked well… fantastic in the moonlight. Pale like Angel, but could pull it off very well.
Room and Board
Do you share a room with somebody?
If someone is willing to have me as a roommate... ^.^;
bottles, clothes, CDs and makeup litter the floor. Asura is a slob, she has a bare matress bed on the floor, thousands of pictures taped and pinned behind her head. She has a night stand next to her bed. For her glasses while she sleeps as well as a stick of incents burning. Keep some of the smell away. Her clothes are in a tall dresser by the window, covered in make up containers and old boxes of hair dye. Most of her clothes are gothic and she loves it.
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Strigoi Info.
Who bit you?
Insert Here
What's your real age?
Insert Here
Password from Rules and/or Plot:
porange
Asura Roth
Age
16
Species
Dhampir
____________________
Appearance [2 paragraphs]
BODY ISSUES: Asura is about five foot two, she is a firey hell ball of midgeness. At least that's what she tells herself when she's getting ready for a fighting class. She is part Chinese, and has absolutely no connection with her roots. She cannot speak the language and will kick anyone's ass who makes fun of her for it. Her hair is never the same color for very long, usually purple, blue or pink is dyed into it. She is a walking, talking bi pride flag and she loves it. Asura has humble features, she is curvy, yet weighted down by her chest. For a few years she tried taping it down, mainly during her tom boy phase. JNow, she avoids revlealing clothing and tight shirts.
FASHION DIVA: For her classes, Asura usually wears a pair of sweat pants and a loose fitting shirt. Nothing too posh and nothing that will cause her to jump and hit her chin...again. When outside of class, she usually wears a pair of TRIPP pants and a hoodie. She isn't very flashy about being a girl. Just comfortable with wearing comfortable clothes and hanging out with her friends. She has a bit of a hatred of shoes. She loves the feeling of walking around barefoot and knows that there is nothing that can compete with it. She does own shoes, they are just gathering dust in the back of her closet.
POSTCARDS FROM A PLANE CRASH: Sura can usually be seen hanging out with friends, or just relaxing outside somewhere. She loves going to parties and protecting her moroi, whatever it takes and whatever she has to do.
Celebrity
Sarah Dope
Picture(s) of Celebrity [if any]
____________________
Personality [2 paragraphs]
PROTECTIVE: The way Asura sees it, she has a mission in life, she has to protect her moroi. She will do whatever it takes and has been seriously hurt many times. She is seen as a hot head and a short fuse. She is the first one willing to fight and she is usually the last one standing. She is very vicious with her attacks, she has been compared to a mountain lion on many different ocassions. She can't help it, a few primitive snarls here and there...it's nothing bad. She is a good fighter and she likes doing it.
PARTY GIRL: What is better then dancing your Chinese ass off after a crap day of learning to be a fighter? Nothing! She loves going to clubs and dancing with a smexy girl or boy. She believes in open love and she loves the thought of bisexuals. No resrtictions and nothing wrong with loving who you want.
STUDENT: she is a powerful student, she pays attention in class and has caused a few broken walls when her tempter gets the best of her. She is protective of her friends and would hate to see what would happen to anyone who tried to test that.
DAUGHTER: Don't ask about her family. That will lead to being thrown out a window. Nuff said.
Likes
- pocky
- good music
- the sastifying grunt of taking down a larger male
- girls
- boys
Dislikes
- when someone eats all the peanut butter
- the Sonny death scene in the God Father
- perverts who try to grab her chest
- broken computers
- trying to learn Russian
____________________
History [3 paragraphs]
THE STARTING PAIN: She was raised as a mistake. Asura's mother was a proud moroi woman. She was very beautiful and powerful. She was rather intimidating to her Dhampir, but she was amazing none the less. One night, Asura's mother decided to go out without the protection of a Dhampir, she was attacked by a group of human men and raped. Her dhampir found her in a pile of blood and saved her life. The next nine months, she tried to commit suicide. Hating that the baby was going to be born half and half. When Asura came out, her mother cut the cord. Literally, she left the baby in the care of her Dhampir and never spoke to her.
TRAINING DAY: Asura knew that she was different then her mother, she wasn't as beautiful. She was curvy instead of supermodel thin. She developed her DD sized breasts at a young age, almost falling over a few times. She started training with her mother's Dhampir. Thinking of the man as more a parent then SHE ever could have been. Asura was a skilled fighter, she was excited and waited to be accpeted to the Academy. When she got in, her mother spit in her direction. More then she ever got in the past fourteen years...her "Father" hugged her, told Asura how he could not be prouder of her. She went to the Academy to learn for Him, to be a better fighter for him
R.P. Sample
nuts. Angel was having so much fun getting under his skin. Since when did he not care? He always had a ton of fun getting people mad at him. Just watching them throw a fit and start cursing with red faces was the funniest thing for Angel. Looking to Ruki, he suddenly thought about the other Tanaka at the school. Were Ruki and Akio related? Angel smirked lightly while thinking about the small crush that he had on Akio. The other Slytherin was the only person in Angel’s memory who he didn’t pursue. Maybe it was because he [Akio] was glued to that other band mate of his.
Maybe Angel shouldn’t leave just yet. He brushed some of his hair out of his eyes with the back of his hand as his nerves almost sizzled from the proximity. The last thing he wanted was for some shot out of left left with a sense of propriety
Angel loved the feeling around his thingy. Usually he was the one pulling random people into alcoves and bathrooms. It was rare that anyone really minded, on the right light, everybody just wanted to f**k. He kept moving his hips while licking his lips slightly. If there was one thing that Angel loved most in the world… it was a good long f**k. His first time had gotten him hooked. He was eleven years old, taking it balls deep from a seventh year on his first night in Slytherin. It was his first time out of the US and his Yankee accent was apparently the cutest thing that the seventh year had ever heard. Angel felt Ruki kiss him back, he had to admit. The professor had the softest lips that Angel had ever felt.
Angel could feel the nip on his tongue swell with blood as he kissed Ruki roughly. He could feel Ruki’s strong hand around him. His hard-on was getting painful as he listened to what Ruki had to say. It was true.
“I could say the same thing about you. Some hopeless fan girls who want to play mistress of the dark by hitting on you.” Angel titled his head back slightly, while listening to Ruki in his ear. Why did he come here again? Something about Demon and something else with duct tape and a quidditch pole. Ahh well, he would figure it out later. “What I want? Think you can handle it?” he asked while feeling the lips on his collar bone. Angel took his hands, while running them through Ruki’s blonde hair. The man was attractive. That’s really all he ever had before, some random attractions and faceless encounters who could barely last half the time he could. Stupid humans.
Angel moved so he was sitting on the desk completely. There were some test papers by his head and a pen jabbing into his back, but what the hell. Like he cared at this moment. Angel looked down at Ruki, seeing how south the man would go. He could feel Ruki’s lips and tongue on his chest and stomach. his tattoo around his lower stomach was being hit next, as he felt Ruki’s tongue over his thingy.
“Just do me now pregnant dog.” He told Ruki while sitting back up. He wanted the professor; he didn’t care if he was being bottomed, on top or whatever. Just as long as he got to feel the professor’s amazing tongue somewhere else. The feeling in his stomach was well… weird. More then what he usually felt for the people who he did. But less then what he had expected “love” to feel like. Then again, he had never loved anyone before. Hell if he knew what it would be. Angel laid back down, while feeling his thingy at full hardness. Ruki looked well… fantastic in the moonlight. Pale like Angel, but could pull it off very well.
Room and Board
Do you share a room with somebody?
If someone is willing to have me as a roommate... ^.^;
bottles, clothes, CDs and makeup litter the floor. Asura is a slob, she has a bare matress bed on the floor, thousands of pictures taped and pinned behind her head. She has a night stand next to her bed. For her glasses while she sleeps as well as a stick of incents burning. Keep some of the smell away. Her clothes are in a tall dresser by the window, covered in make up containers and old boxes of hair dye. Most of her clothes are gothic and she loves it.
____________________
Who bit you?
Insert Here
What's your real age?
Insert Here
Password from Rules and/or Plot:
porange
