Post by Jane Volturi on Aug 6, 2008 16:24:37 GMT -5
I wasn't sure where to post this so I hope this is where it goes.
`` Myself and I
My birth certificate says I am: Jane Volturi
I am often called: Jane
I was brought out to this world on: October 13, 1683
The years I have tolerated: 325
Never saw the inside of the coffin yet died: 1692
the one who gave me this cursed life: Aro Volturi
I am a: Volturi guard
played by: Dakota Fanning
`` Look at me and praise
Height: height
Weight: 83 lbs
piercings: none
tattoos: none
Kind of Style: dark things that look like they came from the 1680s
Powers: Her sense of hearing became much more acute and she gained the ability to torture others in the mind.
`` Nothing to hide, but so many to keep
I love;;
I absolutely despise;;
Flaws/weakness;;
Strength;;
Secrets;; She adores Aro Volturi to the point of near worship.
`` Will they ever fade?
Mother’s name and age;; Felicity = deceased
Father’s name and age;; Mark = deceased
Heritage;; Unknown
Siblings;; Alec
Children;; none
Spouse/other;; none - but loves Aro
Your Story;; She was born in Salem to my parents on October 13, along with her twin brother, Alec. Now, the birth of twins was a big thing in their neighborhood, but not in a good way. The neighborhood kept an eye on them, thinking that they had been put in their mother's womb by the devil. They grew up as rather normal kids, even though Jane always felt as if someone was watching her. Alec would tell her that it was paranoia, that she was just feeling the pressure of the neighbors, but she would tell him that it was someone- or something else.
Mom and Dad saw to it that they got an education, no matter what the other upper-class families said. This made the neighbors even angrier, especially since Jane was a girl and she shouldn't know all that "man stuff." The "pressure" of other eyes began to grow, and she started locking herself in her room, frightened. She would hear voices outside my window, and once She had seen the face out the window, she boarded up the window, cowering under the bedsheets.
The neighbors freaked out when they heard, and once she had told them that she was hearing voices and seeing things, they put both Jane and Alec on trial for witchcraft, thinking that at least one of them was summoning demons and such. So they decided to burn both of them at the stake. That's when they met Aro. He slaughtered the entire village and tore them off the stakes, changing them immediately. They found out later that he'd been keeping an eye on them (hence the face in the window) and had been waiting to change them until they were older, but the village had - forced - his hand. She became a member of the Volturi guard and has been there ever since.
`` The end is just the beginning
Motto;; don't fight the hunger
Rule’s phrase;; ready, set, and go
Lemme see what you got;; (nearly the same one I put on Epoch, btw)
The pain was numbing. So this is torture, Jane thought, watching the flames lap up her legs. She watched her skin char, not even looking to her left to see if Alec was still alive. She half-hoped that he had passed on already, that perhaps he had fainted as the fire was lit and had let go. That he had felt nothing. She wondered if the face in her window and the voices were happy now that she was dying - joining them. Would her skin be as papery as the creature's was when she finally died?
She wanted it to end, to let go like she was sure Alec had. He had always been easier to persuade than her. Perhaps it was her stubbornness that kept her alive. The flames had reached her neck while she had been thinking, and she let out a scream that she didn't know she had left in her lungs.
The cold came as a surprise to her. So did the other screams, coming from the people surrounding her. The flames had died, and she automatically assumed that she had died with them. Her eyes had closed, and she felt her body drop as the ropes that had surrounded her loosened. She was surprised when she felt the piercing pain on her neck, her arms, and her legs, for she had thought that the nerve endings had died. She shuddered as the strange thing that had been injected in her slithered through her body. Her breathing ceased, and her heart failed to pump blood. She was a goner for sure.
So then why did her eyes open, allowing her to look at the same face that had haunted her nightmares, and letting her look at her twin brother, asleep as if anesthetized and seemingly unharmed save for the crescent-shaped scars on his arms and legs?
And why did she suddenly thirst for blood?
>What would the d**ned freely say to the d**ned?<
don't fight the hunger. let it consume you. let it become you.
Hello there, I am Nicole and I have been trailing through life for many years. I was born a female and am proud to be one, I am currently flaunting myself in the land of Stars and Stripes Endlessly waking around in Epoch and Fantasia to find this site to which caught me eye. I like to hide myself from the world with the name Mags because [people just started calling me that at Epoch . Just beware of me, because I have been on in role playing for one year. See you in the site
`` Myself and I
My birth certificate says I am: Jane Volturi
I am often called: Jane
I was brought out to this world on: October 13, 1683
The years I have tolerated: 325
Never saw the inside of the coffin yet died: 1692
the one who gave me this cursed life: Aro Volturi
I am a: Volturi guard
played by: Dakota Fanning
`` Look at me and praise
Height: height
Weight: 83 lbs
piercings: none
tattoos: none
Kind of Style: dark things that look like they came from the 1680s
Powers: Her sense of hearing became much more acute and she gained the ability to torture others in the mind.
`` Nothing to hide, but so many to keep
I love;;
- Aro Volturi
- Her brother, Alec
- Power
- Being in control
- Getting my way
- Battle
- My ability
- Fire - she is fascinated by it
- Taunting others
- Being a member of the Volturi guard
I absolutely despise;;
- The Cullens
- Aro's mate (she refuses to speak her name)
- The villagers in Salem who had me burnt at the stake
- Losing
- Peace
- My brother, Alec
- Bella Swan
- The pale-eyes
- Weakness
- Only being in the Volturi guard, and not being a full-fledged Volturi
Flaws/weakness;;
- Her fascination with fire
- Her undying adoration of Aro
- Her huge ego
- Her jealous streak
Strength;;
- Her ability is nearly unbeatable
- She can tolerate her brother, which keeps them from arguing on the battlefield and allows them to use their abilities to crush their opponents
- She is a great thinker
- She is stronger when she is emotional
Secrets;; She adores Aro Volturi to the point of near worship.
`` Will they ever fade?
Mother’s name and age;; Felicity = deceased
Father’s name and age;; Mark = deceased
Heritage;; Unknown
Siblings;; Alec
Children;; none
Spouse/other;; none - but loves Aro
Your Story;; She was born in Salem to my parents on October 13, along with her twin brother, Alec. Now, the birth of twins was a big thing in their neighborhood, but not in a good way. The neighborhood kept an eye on them, thinking that they had been put in their mother's womb by the devil. They grew up as rather normal kids, even though Jane always felt as if someone was watching her. Alec would tell her that it was paranoia, that she was just feeling the pressure of the neighbors, but she would tell him that it was someone- or something else.
Mom and Dad saw to it that they got an education, no matter what the other upper-class families said. This made the neighbors even angrier, especially since Jane was a girl and she shouldn't know all that "man stuff." The "pressure" of other eyes began to grow, and she started locking herself in her room, frightened. She would hear voices outside my window, and once She had seen the face out the window, she boarded up the window, cowering under the bedsheets.
The neighbors freaked out when they heard, and once she had told them that she was hearing voices and seeing things, they put both Jane and Alec on trial for witchcraft, thinking that at least one of them was summoning demons and such. So they decided to burn both of them at the stake. That's when they met Aro. He slaughtered the entire village and tore them off the stakes, changing them immediately. They found out later that he'd been keeping an eye on them (hence the face in the window) and had been waiting to change them until they were older, but the village had - forced - his hand. She became a member of the Volturi guard and has been there ever since.
`` The end is just the beginning
Motto;; don't fight the hunger
Rule’s phrase;; ready, set, and go
Lemme see what you got;; (nearly the same one I put on Epoch, btw)
The pain was numbing. So this is torture, Jane thought, watching the flames lap up her legs. She watched her skin char, not even looking to her left to see if Alec was still alive. She half-hoped that he had passed on already, that perhaps he had fainted as the fire was lit and had let go. That he had felt nothing. She wondered if the face in her window and the voices were happy now that she was dying - joining them. Would her skin be as papery as the creature's was when she finally died?
She wanted it to end, to let go like she was sure Alec had. He had always been easier to persuade than her. Perhaps it was her stubbornness that kept her alive. The flames had reached her neck while she had been thinking, and she let out a scream that she didn't know she had left in her lungs.
The cold came as a surprise to her. So did the other screams, coming from the people surrounding her. The flames had died, and she automatically assumed that she had died with them. Her eyes had closed, and she felt her body drop as the ropes that had surrounded her loosened. She was surprised when she felt the piercing pain on her neck, her arms, and her legs, for she had thought that the nerve endings had died. She shuddered as the strange thing that had been injected in her slithered through her body. Her breathing ceased, and her heart failed to pump blood. She was a goner for sure.
So then why did her eyes open, allowing her to look at the same face that had haunted her nightmares, and letting her look at her twin brother, asleep as if anesthetized and seemingly unharmed save for the crescent-shaped scars on his arms and legs?
And why did she suddenly thirst for blood?