Post by Lyra Vladmira Okyrir on Dec 9, 2008 12:53:05 GMT -5
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Lyra Vladmira "Forbidden" Okyrir
mask of deception;
[/font][/size]full name; Lyra Vladmira "Forbidden" Okyrir
nickname(s); Forbidden, Ly, Mira
age; 19
birthday; October Third, 10:15 PM
gender; Female
type; Tracker
sexual orientation Bisexual
uncovering the truth;
[/font]personality;
She’s the death to you. She is twisted, heinous and a master at death. In her days as a Tracker she has learned to calm, be patient and wait. She’s not quick to anger, if really to show any emotions at all. She plays others, pulling their strings like a skillful puppeteer. She’s crude and witty tongued. And she knows her power. She’ll play you for a fool before she grows bored and rips your throat out.
She’s the pure essence of evil. While the world plays things as An Eye for An Eye, she plays things A Life for an Eye. She won’t only get you back, but she’ll get you back tenfold.
She’s a committed character. If she’s gets something in mind, she will do it to the best of her ability. She will play as loyal, though if the moment is right, she’ll double cross you as if she never knew you. She’s spiteful, apathetic and cruel. She’ll torture you before she kills you. She is unmerciful. When it comes to push or shove, you best be prepared to die or wish you were. She has an uncanny way of getting and manipulating the trust or attention of others. She’ll make your head spin before you can even remember what you said. She’s knows the workings of the human mind, and she will press, prod and breach each defense and wall within a matter of time.
She’s the rhyme and riddle to every life saying. The loophole in the society of words.
likes;
- Blood Rushes
- Developing new fighting techniques
- Travelling
- The Infected
- Showing off
- Silence versus talking
- Loud, Heavy Music
- Weapons
- Tracking
- Gore
dislikes;
- Weaklings
- Worthless Humans
- Infected Wanderers
- Doing nothing
- Boredom
- Being outdone
- Being harassed
- Old people
- Clingy kids
- Not being treated with respect.
fears;
- Needles
- Not being able to move
- Large bodies of water
habits;
- Biting her lip
- Ignoring people's advice
- Being impatient.
flaws;
- Impatient
- Ignorant
- Stubborn
time machine;
[/size][/font]parents;
- Mother - Mary Okyrir; 42; Infected
- Father - Claude Okyrir; 46; Deceased
siblings;
- Sister - Svena Okyrir;16; Infected?
kids; None
pets;
Dog(s) - Craze - Rottweiler - Male
www.tecnomediana.com/ResourcesFrame/ROTTWEILER.jpeg;
Sama - Great Dane - Male
www.dog-breeds-infosite.com/images/greatdane.jpg
Oka - Samoyed - Female
www.dogsindepth.com/working_dog_breeds/images/samoyed_v04.jpg
Kyne - Cane Corso - Male
www.kirasoftware.com/images_hunderassen/Cane_Corso_.jpg
hometown; Romania, Not positive exactly where in.
personal history;
. Lyra was born to a prestigious family in a rural Romanian town. Her parents were doctors, and were two of the first people to take the Cure. When it proved successful, they immediately vaccinated Lyra and her sister, Svena. The cure continued to have no side effects and the world seemed fine. However, when the infection began to spread, they moved into the safe city for protection and resided there, hoping the infection would pass over and they could one day return back home.
. Her father began to show symptoms first. At the beginning, no one suspected them of being a danger, for they seemed immune. When her father began to act strangely, the city demanded he be put out into the world. The family fought, denying his infection until slowly, her mother started to show similar symptoms. So the city finally won the case and barged in late one night and dragged her parents out of their home. Her father was killed for resistance, and her mother was taken out of the city and left to die.
. Then came Svena. She was 13 when, the night after their parents were taken from them, she ran away from home and left the city. No one is positive whether or not Svena was eventually killed, or if she herself became infected. Now, Lyra is under the watchful eye of the city. Her family proved ill, and she seemed a likely next victim. However, for a year, she showed no signs of the Infection at all and she was allowed to become a tracker. She hates the fact that out in the cruel world her sister and mother are likely still alive.
. Lyra works as a Tracker in order to find her family and hopefully take them back for a cure. It has proven in vain. For another two years she has had no luck in finding her remaining family. In the coldness of her heart she began to become ill-spirited and discontent with the city. She feels they have done nothing to stop this and is determined to do it all herself. She works as a solo tracker and has thus become a bit of a hermit, refusing to associate herself with anyone but other Trackers, Seekers and the Healers.
mirror, mirrror;
[/size][/font]hair; Falls around her mid-back;Black.
eyes; Strange orange-ish hue.
weight; One Hundred Thirty Two Pounds, Five ounces
height; Five foot, Seven inches, Seven centimeters
tattoos; Right Ankle-(Middle)www.tattoo-symbol-design.com/images/Tribal_Tattoo_pictutre_8.jpg
Left Hip-www.tattoo-symbol-design.com/images/Tribal_Tattoo_pictutre_11.jpg
Back - www.electricexpressions.com/IMAGES/HENRI%20PICS/tribal_back_2.jpg
Chest - www.kimdylla.com/other/Tattoos/tribals/mytat2.JPG
Right arm - www.abodyofart.com/images/tribal4-1.jpg
More coming later.
piercings; Backwards Bullring;www.tribalbodyart.co.uk/Piercing/Large%20Images/nose.jpg
Bridge of nose;
Two side-by-side on each eyebrow; ( Last link, just search the few pictures)
Identical two side-by-side below eyes, on cheekbones;
Ears;(Also same link, different page)
Belly button; Collarbones (Yes, Collarbones)
anything else; Not Currently.
play by; Sharon den Adel
underneath the mask;
[/size][/font]your name; Shelbers
age; 17
other characters; None
where did you find us? Fantasy Bridge Stables
secret word; I can't believe this was that simple.
rp sample;
From a wolf rp site I play on;;
Boys and girls of every age,
Wouldn't you like to see something strange?
Stop breathing.
And just Listen.
The thudding throb and squelch of a heartbeat as it pumps blood. The pulse of it tearing through her ears, she could feel it. Bloodshot eyes ripped wide open, glaring into the face of prey. A squeal of agony as bones were crushed beneath sheer weight. The heartbeat was accelerated, thumping unevenly. Another squeal, making blood run cold and heart stop in fear. The thumping slowly decreased, then faded completely. Bloodshot eyes had popped from their sockets and broken ribs peirced through flesh and fur. Blood leaked from mouth and ears.
I am the one hiding under your bed
Teeth round sharp and eyes glowing Red
The mangled body of the once alive-and-pregnant hare was crushed beneath Forbidden's thick, bloody paw. She lowered her head and tore open the hare's belly to reveal the half-developed offspring inside. She snarled. You don't want these. Children are the death to you. she thought bitterly, half crazed. This one. Here. The runt. She will be alpha. This one. Her sister. She'll be the death to you all. The one left to slave. She acted like God, replaying the way her own childhood had played out. Her sister picked. Her left to slave. And death to them all.
I am the clown with the tear-away face
Here in a flash and gone without a Trace
She picked up each of the children and ate them whole before she left the hare still there, crushed, dead, mangled, but whole. She would not eat a mother. Mother wasn't a word in her life. She had no mother. And when she did. Well she was dead now.
La la-la la, Halloween!Halloween!
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