Post by Administrator on Jun 16, 2011 19:13:12 GMT -4
Name: Daisy (username: daisydukes)
Character's Name: Athenodora Volturi
How far have you gotten into the series?: Read and re-read.
How often would you be able to participate in the RPG?: Up to every day in a week if I was needed to, I'd be online every other day and three days a week at least. However, sometimes I help out with the Scouting Association and their camps for a few days, which leaves me unable to post. They're few and far between though.
If you are not selected for this character, who else would you like to be?: I'd be anyone, honestly. I prefer females, only because I haven't played a male before and I'm not sure how I'd be at that. I'd like to think I was making myself useful by playing a character you needed. If not, I'd happily play Rachel Black.
Is there any particular reason for choosing this character? I play an OC Volturi when I started to RP and the Athenodora on that site did an admirable job, she really drew me to her character and when I re-read the books I found myself scouring them for mentions of the wives. Every site I've been on seems to have her taken, except this one.
Are you planning on creating an original character? Not unless I'm requested to, I don't think.
What characters are you currently playing, if any? None.
Sample of Writing (2+ Paragraphs):
Athenodora fell as though partaking in some slow-motion beauty advert, her hair seemingly defy gravity as it cascaded beneath her until she hit the bed gently, everything creasing under her weight. She sighed as her back hit the plush comforter of the bed; she had taken great joy in choosing a large selection of comforters in the Volterra markets with Sulpicia many years ago, but now they had run through them all several times, she was getting sick of the mere sight of them, let alone their soft feel. Her eyes roamed the intricately painted ceiling of her room in the tower, sweet pictures of loved-up couples, and river-side romance the focal point. However, the painter's blood had been sweeter than his pictures by far, it was so nice of Caius to let her have the blood she had so badly craved when he was done. The painter had been a Volturi associate a long time ago, when this castle was still new. If he had survived working for them, his descendants would probably still be an associate. Alas, he did not, the simple misfortune of having blood sweeter than all things to Athenodora sealing his fate with a eerie sense of finality to having workers in the castle when they could avoid it. Aro had not wanted her to drain the man, he preferred it when they could keep the secret of what they were in small, truthworthy circles for many generations. Caius and Aro had argued over the painter, much to Dora's initial dismay. When she had voiced this to Caius, he laughed it off, telling her the arguing was not about the painter but about Aro interfering with his wife's happiness-
Agravated, Athenodora groaned and rolled onto her stomach, fisting her hands in the pillow and holding in a scream for fear of drawing the attention of the hulking guard standing outside her door.
She loved Caius, she really did. She loved Aro and Sulpicia too. She didn't want to be such a burden, but she was a vampire - she wanted more of the freedom she missed so terribly from before her husband and his brothers became so success in protecting their world. She was so proud to be a part of the Volturi and all their achievements, what Caius, Aro, and Marcus had was no easy feat. She also was not naive. She knew there were people, vampires, out there that wanted her dead - but surely after being kept safely inside the castle and mostly the tower for centuries, most vampires didn't even know who she was?
Athenodora was a Queen. She lived like a Queen, and she felt like a Princess with her Prince. She didn't want to upset Caius or make him angry, but she longed to walk the empty streets of a city late at night; or feel hundreds of human bodies in close quarters to her, waiting for her to take her pick; or feel the sun creep along her skin deep in the Amazon and know she was alive and happy; or walk, hand in hand, down a riverbank in England with Caius, much like the picture she had upon her ceiling; standing at the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris like two teenage lovers, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips before giggling like a girl; sitting in the finest Italian restaurant outside of Volterra, or Rome, or even Southern Italy and pretending to share a meal with Caius as they laughed at the weak mortals around them, pretending to love so as to give their short lives some worth; skipping through a cloudy day with her sister as they discussed their husbands' next insane idea; being able to see an entire landscape not once hindered by an ostentatious figure in grey or the narrow window of a castle turret.
The guard outside her door leant against the frame, the noise reverberating through her wistful wanderlust and bringing her back to the reality of the tower. Athenodora sighed again.
Character's Name: Athenodora Volturi
How far have you gotten into the series?: Read and re-read.
How often would you be able to participate in the RPG?: Up to every day in a week if I was needed to, I'd be online every other day and three days a week at least. However, sometimes I help out with the Scouting Association and their camps for a few days, which leaves me unable to post. They're few and far between though.
If you are not selected for this character, who else would you like to be?: I'd be anyone, honestly. I prefer females, only because I haven't played a male before and I'm not sure how I'd be at that. I'd like to think I was making myself useful by playing a character you needed. If not, I'd happily play Rachel Black.
Is there any particular reason for choosing this character? I play an OC Volturi when I started to RP and the Athenodora on that site did an admirable job, she really drew me to her character and when I re-read the books I found myself scouring them for mentions of the wives. Every site I've been on seems to have her taken, except this one.
Are you planning on creating an original character? Not unless I'm requested to, I don't think.
What characters are you currently playing, if any? None.
Sample of Writing (2+ Paragraphs):
Athenodora fell as though partaking in some slow-motion beauty advert, her hair seemingly defy gravity as it cascaded beneath her until she hit the bed gently, everything creasing under her weight. She sighed as her back hit the plush comforter of the bed; she had taken great joy in choosing a large selection of comforters in the Volterra markets with Sulpicia many years ago, but now they had run through them all several times, she was getting sick of the mere sight of them, let alone their soft feel. Her eyes roamed the intricately painted ceiling of her room in the tower, sweet pictures of loved-up couples, and river-side romance the focal point. However, the painter's blood had been sweeter than his pictures by far, it was so nice of Caius to let her have the blood she had so badly craved when he was done. The painter had been a Volturi associate a long time ago, when this castle was still new. If he had survived working for them, his descendants would probably still be an associate. Alas, he did not, the simple misfortune of having blood sweeter than all things to Athenodora sealing his fate with a eerie sense of finality to having workers in the castle when they could avoid it. Aro had not wanted her to drain the man, he preferred it when they could keep the secret of what they were in small, truthworthy circles for many generations. Caius and Aro had argued over the painter, much to Dora's initial dismay. When she had voiced this to Caius, he laughed it off, telling her the arguing was not about the painter but about Aro interfering with his wife's happiness-
Agravated, Athenodora groaned and rolled onto her stomach, fisting her hands in the pillow and holding in a scream for fear of drawing the attention of the hulking guard standing outside her door.
She loved Caius, she really did. She loved Aro and Sulpicia too. She didn't want to be such a burden, but she was a vampire - she wanted more of the freedom she missed so terribly from before her husband and his brothers became so success in protecting their world. She was so proud to be a part of the Volturi and all their achievements, what Caius, Aro, and Marcus had was no easy feat. She also was not naive. She knew there were people, vampires, out there that wanted her dead - but surely after being kept safely inside the castle and mostly the tower for centuries, most vampires didn't even know who she was?
Athenodora was a Queen. She lived like a Queen, and she felt like a Princess with her Prince. She didn't want to upset Caius or make him angry, but she longed to walk the empty streets of a city late at night; or feel hundreds of human bodies in close quarters to her, waiting for her to take her pick; or feel the sun creep along her skin deep in the Amazon and know she was alive and happy; or walk, hand in hand, down a riverbank in England with Caius, much like the picture she had upon her ceiling; standing at the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris like two teenage lovers, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips before giggling like a girl; sitting in the finest Italian restaurant outside of Volterra, or Rome, or even Southern Italy and pretending to share a meal with Caius as they laughed at the weak mortals around them, pretending to love so as to give their short lives some worth; skipping through a cloudy day with her sister as they discussed their husbands' next insane idea; being able to see an entire landscape not once hindered by an ostentatious figure in grey or the narrow window of a castle turret.
The guard outside her door leant against the frame, the noise reverberating through her wistful wanderlust and bringing her back to the reality of the tower. Athenodora sighed again.
