Post by Celia Zuklos on Mar 19, 2011 19:45:23 GMT -8
[shadow=red,left,300][glow=red,2,300]This is what I Brought You,
This You Can Keep[/glow][/shadow]
This You Can Keep[/glow][/shadow]
Name: Celia Zuklos
Nickname: Cel or Lia
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Hair Color: Dark brown. She used to dye it blonde, but she stopped doing that at the beginning of the school year.
Eye Color: Caramel
Species: Dhampir
Occupation: Novice
[shadow=red,left,300][glow=red,2,300]This is what I Brought,
You May Forget Me.[/glow][/shadow]
You May Forget Me.[/glow][/shadow]
Nationality:: Her mother was American and her father is Italian.
Family: Mother: Zoey Main (Dhampir. Deceased.) // Father: Dylan Zuklos (Moroi. Alive.)
History: Celia was basically born and raised at St. Joseph Academy. She never knew her father as she grew up. Her winning personality allowed her to easily become quite popular among the other Dhampirs and even the Moroi. She was raised with mixed opinions on matters. She was raised to have no problem with blood whores, since her mother was one. She was also raised to think like everyone else, which included seeing dhampir-dhampir relationships as wrong.
Her view on the world changed however, when she witnessed her mother being killed by a Strigoi when she was thirteen years old. After that, she started to take her Dhampir duties more seriously. She kept a few friends, but she distanced herself from the rest. About a month after her mother was murdered; her father came forward and claimed her as his daughter. Despite the fact that they didn’t know each other, her father wasted no time in changing her last name to his. But after that, she hardly ever sees her father and he still seems like a stranger to her. She basically refuses to recognize him as her father.
Grade: Senior
Martial Status: Single
[shadow=red,left,300][glow=red,2,300]I Promise to Depart,
Just Promise One Thing…[/glow][/shadow]
Just Promise One Thing…[/glow][/shadow]
Personality: Celia’s personality is all together friendly, but underneath it all she is not a very trusting person. She’s willing to be the friendly person and your first friend, but it usually doesn’t last long. She sticks to the friends she’s managed to keep over the years. It’s worked for her so far, so why wouldn’t it now?
Celia can be a bit contradicting at times. She enjoys having fun and going to parties, she’s even willing to have a few drinks. But that’s it. She refuses to go farther than that and she often criticizes the people who do.
Likes:
-Learning how to protect Moroi
-Having fun
-Cooking
Dislikes:
-Dhampir-Dhampir relationships
-People who think they know everything
-Her father
-Strigoi
Fears:
-Strigoi (won’t admit this)
-Failing
Hopes: To graduate and become a great guardian. To also find the Strigoi who killed her mother and kill him.
Power: N/A
Roleplay Example:Taken from We’re Falling Fast
Peter closed his book as he heard someone knocking obnoxiously on his door. He glared silently at the door for a moment before setting his book down and standing up. He opened his door slightly and poked his head out. There was a girl standing in front of his doorway.
"May I help you?" he questioned a she raised an eyebrow at the young girl, who was probably about no older than him.
"Hey, um," she said as she bit her lip, "my mom and I are new to town. She was wondering if you wanted to come over for dinner or something?"
Peter pretended to think about it.
"Uh, no thank you." He then shut the door before the girl could reply. He waited by the door, calculating how long it would take for her brain to register the events. Once that happened, she would leave. He waited approximately twelve seconds. Peter then opened the door and poked his head out. He looked in both directions and didn't see the girl anywhere. He nodded to himself. He was right, yet again. He sighed. Sometimes he wished he was wrong. It would add a little more mystery to his life. He took back that thought after a moment. His life was mysterious enough, with his vague and unpredictable visions.
He closed the door and went back into his apartment. He put a coat over the sweater he was wearing and then wrapped a scarf around his neck. He put some gloves on and then slipped on a pair of tennis shoes. He was preparing himself for the cold weather. For it was the middle of December in Wyoming. Not the warmest of weather.
Peter grabbed his book and headed out the door. He closed and locked it behind him. He then walked down the street on the familiar route to the elderly home. He eventually managed to make it through the thick snow. When he arrived, he was greeted with hellos from both the elderly and the employees of the house. Peter gave them all smiled which he found awkward, but others found charming. He walked up to a woman in a wheelchair, who was playing a game of chess with another resident.
"Hello, Grams" he said in his smooth and quiet voice. The old woman looked up and smiled at him.
"Peter, my boy, I was waiting for you to get here" she told him cheerily. Peter smiled at her. He pulled up an empty chair. He put the back of it towards his grandmother and sat on it backwards.
"Sorry I was late, an unforeseen distraction happened upon me" he told her, frowning as he thought of those precious seconds that girl had wasted. His attention was caught by the chess game his grandmother was playing.
"May I?" he questioned his grandmother and the man she was playing, as he gestured with his hand to the board game. They nodded.
"By all means" the old man said. Peter took his grandmother's place in the game and started to play the old man.
"Checkmate" he said after four moves. The old man's mouth dropped and he stared at the board in disbelief.
"I think I just had a heart attack" the old man joked. Peter was unaware of the joking and was about to call for help, when the old man chuckled.
"Relax, son, I was only kidding" he said, smiling. Peter visibly relaxed and gave the man a small smile. His attention was captured by his grandmother when she tapped him on the shoulder. He gave her a questioning look.
"What is this I hear about me getting transferred to a home around Jump City?" she questioned as her brow knitted together in confusion. Peter nodded to himself. He knew this topic would come up.
"I'm going to be moving there, I got a new job" he explained. His grandmother frowned.
"But I like it here. I have friends here" she argued. Peter smiled slightly as he realized that she sounded like a child.
"But you need to be near me," he explained, "I need to be close just in case. Statistics say-"
"Statistics, statistics," she said, waving her hand dismissively as she interrupted him, "you can't let your life be ruled by statistics, my boy. You're never have a life that way."
Peter nodded, pretending to take her argument to heart.
Statistics were basically the only things Peter had anymore. They were the only things that kept him sane. The only things that could possibly provide answers to all of his mind-boggling questions.
"May I help you?" he questioned a she raised an eyebrow at the young girl, who was probably about no older than him.
"Hey, um," she said as she bit her lip, "my mom and I are new to town. She was wondering if you wanted to come over for dinner or something?"
Peter pretended to think about it.
"Uh, no thank you." He then shut the door before the girl could reply. He waited by the door, calculating how long it would take for her brain to register the events. Once that happened, she would leave. He waited approximately twelve seconds. Peter then opened the door and poked his head out. He looked in both directions and didn't see the girl anywhere. He nodded to himself. He was right, yet again. He sighed. Sometimes he wished he was wrong. It would add a little more mystery to his life. He took back that thought after a moment. His life was mysterious enough, with his vague and unpredictable visions.
He closed the door and went back into his apartment. He put a coat over the sweater he was wearing and then wrapped a scarf around his neck. He put some gloves on and then slipped on a pair of tennis shoes. He was preparing himself for the cold weather. For it was the middle of December in Wyoming. Not the warmest of weather.
Peter grabbed his book and headed out the door. He closed and locked it behind him. He then walked down the street on the familiar route to the elderly home. He eventually managed to make it through the thick snow. When he arrived, he was greeted with hellos from both the elderly and the employees of the house. Peter gave them all smiled which he found awkward, but others found charming. He walked up to a woman in a wheelchair, who was playing a game of chess with another resident.
"Hello, Grams" he said in his smooth and quiet voice. The old woman looked up and smiled at him.
"Peter, my boy, I was waiting for you to get here" she told him cheerily. Peter smiled at her. He pulled up an empty chair. He put the back of it towards his grandmother and sat on it backwards.
"Sorry I was late, an unforeseen distraction happened upon me" he told her, frowning as he thought of those precious seconds that girl had wasted. His attention was caught by the chess game his grandmother was playing.
"May I?" he questioned his grandmother and the man she was playing, as he gestured with his hand to the board game. They nodded.
"By all means" the old man said. Peter took his grandmother's place in the game and started to play the old man.
"Checkmate" he said after four moves. The old man's mouth dropped and he stared at the board in disbelief.
"I think I just had a heart attack" the old man joked. Peter was unaware of the joking and was about to call for help, when the old man chuckled.
"Relax, son, I was only kidding" he said, smiling. Peter visibly relaxed and gave the man a small smile. His attention was captured by his grandmother when she tapped him on the shoulder. He gave her a questioning look.
"What is this I hear about me getting transferred to a home around Jump City?" she questioned as her brow knitted together in confusion. Peter nodded to himself. He knew this topic would come up.
"I'm going to be moving there, I got a new job" he explained. His grandmother frowned.
"But I like it here. I have friends here" she argued. Peter smiled slightly as he realized that she sounded like a child.
"But you need to be near me," he explained, "I need to be close just in case. Statistics say-"
"Statistics, statistics," she said, waving her hand dismissively as she interrupted him, "you can't let your life be ruled by statistics, my boy. You're never have a life that way."
Peter nodded, pretending to take her argument to heart.
Statistics were basically the only things Peter had anymore. They were the only things that kept him sane. The only things that could possibly provide answers to all of his mind-boggling questions.
[shadow=red,left,300][glow=red,2,300]Kiss My Eyes and Lay Me to Sleep.[/glow][/shadow]
Name/Alias: Natasha
Gender: Female
Have you read the books?:Yeah. Duh xD
Dimitri or Adrian?:Psssh, there’s no competition. Dimitri all the way. ; D