Post by twilightgearz (panda) on Nov 8, 2007 2:30:12 GMT -5
(I took everything and compiled it into a story, if anything is unclear, don't hesitate to ask.)
I was named Vermillion, after the dark red that my hair turned out to be. I was given the last name December, because I was born in the winter.
I've been around for several years, it reaches the hundreds is about as specific as I can be. I'm not too tall though, considering I've the looks and build of someone who is only ten or eleven, and yet, I'm called a steel butterfly. One who looks fragile, but is much better than expected. I'm thin I'll admit, but that happens to one who's been around long enough, their body balances out. My hair is a burnt auburn red; this matches my eyes that are a marble red/grey and the soft red lips that I have. My skin is a soft fair color all over except on my back. the markings of what would appear to be black angel wings resting on my back. Dark and blue eco has managed to pull these wings into a reality, which makes flight, and quicker travel, possible.
I wear a sweater, because I am always cold, I always remember it, sometimes burgundy sometimes black. I have a skirt, that is simple and black and it matches both sweaters so nicely. I wear a cross hidden underneath and my boots are tough and strong.
I don't really make a living, I don't need to, I'm just a child as far as others are concerned, who has a house out in the woods, with a mother who's sickly and a father who's left. I'm alone though, I'm always alone. I go from place to place. Ever since I remember. I travel, I lived, I gathered education from books I got my hands on, and then I left after time had past.
There was one time however where I stayed to long.
I stayed for three years instead of two, because there were so many books to read, people started talking and questioning, and then they were wondering if maybe I was a witch. They accused me of it shortly thereafter and then came to retrieve me, but that had been a bad idea. I'm a good girl, but I don't like when people say I do bad things. After all, I know what I do, so why should they not trust my word. Why would I lie?
So they came, and they left, half dragged off dead, the other half carrying them. It was my first experience with Dark eco, and wouldn't be the last. To say I cultivated it was an understatement; I mastered it, and then I figured out about the others. I chose to learn a little in green eco, enough to keep going, but I will say this, blue eco seemed to have the best effect. It was good for quick getaways, not to mention area damage and other things.
I didn't stick to just those. I carried to guns I picked up from a house, holding them in a carrier along with bullets. They have one word sketched on them. "Blood" on one and "Body" on the other. Each bullet had something on it, and though I have others, I prefer to save those for some idea that they might be sacred.
I like to travel, and I like to do things, I ask questions and learn what I can about things and people; doing this makes it earier to manipulate. I actually remember one talk I had with a homeless man; I had been in the park sitting on a swing when he walked by. He was old and had been around, and looked as though he had seen quite a bit. He was kind in his speech and kept his distance, but he still asked.
"Why are you alone so late at night? Shouldn't you be home?"
I shook my head. "No where to go or to be."
"But why not, you are worrying your family I know that for sure."
"My family is dead." I whispered lowly. I thought I was being quiet, but he heard. He sat down and talked to me. Told me about stories of his past, how he had a love in his life and was doing well. But when she left him he fell to pieces and was soon on the street.
"Life can be hell." he said. "But there's always bits of paradise to be found."
Something else, Vermillion can be childish at times, however she is much older than many people, by several hundred years. She's yet to find an explanation for this.
Also, it's not so much that Vermillion is a God or something, but she has been around for a long, long time. So the fact that she can use certain powers so well and shoot so well shouldn't be that surprising. In fact, she can be quite the powerhouse.
I was named Vermillion, after the dark red that my hair turned out to be. I was given the last name December, because I was born in the winter.
I've been around for several years, it reaches the hundreds is about as specific as I can be. I'm not too tall though, considering I've the looks and build of someone who is only ten or eleven, and yet, I'm called a steel butterfly. One who looks fragile, but is much better than expected. I'm thin I'll admit, but that happens to one who's been around long enough, their body balances out. My hair is a burnt auburn red; this matches my eyes that are a marble red/grey and the soft red lips that I have. My skin is a soft fair color all over except on my back. the markings of what would appear to be black angel wings resting on my back. Dark and blue eco has managed to pull these wings into a reality, which makes flight, and quicker travel, possible.
I wear a sweater, because I am always cold, I always remember it, sometimes burgundy sometimes black. I have a skirt, that is simple and black and it matches both sweaters so nicely. I wear a cross hidden underneath and my boots are tough and strong.
I don't really make a living, I don't need to, I'm just a child as far as others are concerned, who has a house out in the woods, with a mother who's sickly and a father who's left. I'm alone though, I'm always alone. I go from place to place. Ever since I remember. I travel, I lived, I gathered education from books I got my hands on, and then I left after time had past.
There was one time however where I stayed to long.
I stayed for three years instead of two, because there were so many books to read, people started talking and questioning, and then they were wondering if maybe I was a witch. They accused me of it shortly thereafter and then came to retrieve me, but that had been a bad idea. I'm a good girl, but I don't like when people say I do bad things. After all, I know what I do, so why should they not trust my word. Why would I lie?
So they came, and they left, half dragged off dead, the other half carrying them. It was my first experience with Dark eco, and wouldn't be the last. To say I cultivated it was an understatement; I mastered it, and then I figured out about the others. I chose to learn a little in green eco, enough to keep going, but I will say this, blue eco seemed to have the best effect. It was good for quick getaways, not to mention area damage and other things.
I didn't stick to just those. I carried to guns I picked up from a house, holding them in a carrier along with bullets. They have one word sketched on them. "Blood" on one and "Body" on the other. Each bullet had something on it, and though I have others, I prefer to save those for some idea that they might be sacred.
I like to travel, and I like to do things, I ask questions and learn what I can about things and people; doing this makes it earier to manipulate. I actually remember one talk I had with a homeless man; I had been in the park sitting on a swing when he walked by. He was old and had been around, and looked as though he had seen quite a bit. He was kind in his speech and kept his distance, but he still asked.
"Why are you alone so late at night? Shouldn't you be home?"
I shook my head. "No where to go or to be."
"But why not, you are worrying your family I know that for sure."
"My family is dead." I whispered lowly. I thought I was being quiet, but he heard. He sat down and talked to me. Told me about stories of his past, how he had a love in his life and was doing well. But when she left him he fell to pieces and was soon on the street.
"Life can be hell." he said. "But there's always bits of paradise to be found."
Something else, Vermillion can be childish at times, however she is much older than many people, by several hundred years. She's yet to find an explanation for this.
Also, it's not so much that Vermillion is a God or something, but she has been around for a long, long time. So the fact that she can use certain powers so well and shoot so well shouldn't be that surprising. In fact, she can be quite the powerhouse.