Post by Hera on Aug 30, 2006 8:14:01 GMT
Character's Name: Hera
Race: Goddess
Age: Immortal
Title: Mrs
Physical Description:
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Hera has dark, chesnut brown curls, that spill over her shoulders and dark eyes to match. Her eyes betray her often cruel and ruthless personality, the characteristics that make her the proud and determined Queen that she is... and yet, there is a constant gleam in her eye, which shows the softer side of her personality, the caring, loving, fun Hera that not everyone has the pleasure of seeing.
She is a vision of pure beauty, praised by all Greeks, said to be even more beautiful than Aphrodite herself. She has a slim, slightly curvy, figure and stands at 5'7", earning her the title of the 'petite one'. Her face is an oval shape, her nose quite small and her lips full.
Characteristics:
Her jealousy. Nothing can make her rage more than discovering yet another fo Zeus' mistresses or illegitimate children. She is famous for her numerous attempts to murder the illegimate children, including Hercules and Io. However, behind this cold exterior, there is a passionate woman.
Hera loves nothing more to tease people, be it her faithful followers or her unfaithful husband. She also enjoys the odd argument here or there, as long as the cause of the argument is not related to Zeus' affairs with the other goddesses and mortals. Her argumentive personality refuses to let her back out of an argument and makes it hard for her to apologise and admit that she is wrong.
Sacred Animals: The peathingy and the cow.
Sacred City/Place: Carthage
Fears: Although she rarely shows it, Hera feels fearful and sometimes threatened by her husband.
Weaknesses: Determined defender of the sanctity of marriage - but then married Zeus.
Skills/Powers: Super-human strength, Can change her appearance or form and change the form or appearance of others, can fly with great speed and has a resistance to injury.
Role-playing Sample: [Taken from The Dark Trick]
Aurélie sat alone in the far corner of the café, a penetrating gaze upon her face, as she watched and waited for the oppurtune moment. She hated nothing more than having to venture out in the day light, especially into a place which was swarming with mortals, but she'd had no choice. She'd spotted the Café Du Monde and decided to go in and rest for a few moments, just to regain some of her energy.
It had been risky walking around in the day but it was either that or suffer even more. Aurélie watched people drift in and out of the café, hunger evident in her eyes. She hadn't had a proper meal in almost a fortnight and instinct was beginning to kick in. That had been her main cause of concern, not the sunlight, but the fact that when one was hungry, one tended to be careless and foolish, blinded by their desperation for a taste of the warm blood that mortals held.
Even as she sat there in silence, a dark cloak draped around her shoulders, she could already feel the urge tugging deep inside of her. It was as though some one was whispering sweet words of comfort into her ears, telling her that no harm could possibly be harmed by just a single bite... it was only one more mortal... surrounded by many other mortals--
Aurélie shut her eyes, breathing in deeply, trying to rid herself of the deep desire to taste the blood once again, to feel it running down her throat and to feel the satisfaction she always felt in knowing that there was one less mortal who could threaten the existence of the life she lead. A cup of coffee was placed on the table before her and Aurélie quickly handed the waitress some money, staring determinedly out of window at the street outside, once again fighting the urge as a human stood with in such close proximity to her.
Race: Goddess
Age: Immortal
Title: Mrs
Physical Description:
xxHera has dark, chesnut brown curls, that spill over her shoulders and dark eyes to match. Her eyes betray her often cruel and ruthless personality, the characteristics that make her the proud and determined Queen that she is... and yet, there is a constant gleam in her eye, which shows the softer side of her personality, the caring, loving, fun Hera that not everyone has the pleasure of seeing.
She is a vision of pure beauty, praised by all Greeks, said to be even more beautiful than Aphrodite herself. She has a slim, slightly curvy, figure and stands at 5'7", earning her the title of the 'petite one'. Her face is an oval shape, her nose quite small and her lips full.
Characteristics:
Her jealousy. Nothing can make her rage more than discovering yet another fo Zeus' mistresses or illegitimate children. She is famous for her numerous attempts to murder the illegimate children, including Hercules and Io. However, behind this cold exterior, there is a passionate woman.
Hera loves nothing more to tease people, be it her faithful followers or her unfaithful husband. She also enjoys the odd argument here or there, as long as the cause of the argument is not related to Zeus' affairs with the other goddesses and mortals. Her argumentive personality refuses to let her back out of an argument and makes it hard for her to apologise and admit that she is wrong.
Sacred Animals: The peathingy and the cow.
Sacred City/Place: Carthage
Fears: Although she rarely shows it, Hera feels fearful and sometimes threatened by her husband.
Weaknesses: Determined defender of the sanctity of marriage - but then married Zeus.
Skills/Powers: Super-human strength, Can change her appearance or form and change the form or appearance of others, can fly with great speed and has a resistance to injury.
Role-playing Sample: [Taken from The Dark Trick]
Aurélie sat alone in the far corner of the café, a penetrating gaze upon her face, as she watched and waited for the oppurtune moment. She hated nothing more than having to venture out in the day light, especially into a place which was swarming with mortals, but she'd had no choice. She'd spotted the Café Du Monde and decided to go in and rest for a few moments, just to regain some of her energy.
It had been risky walking around in the day but it was either that or suffer even more. Aurélie watched people drift in and out of the café, hunger evident in her eyes. She hadn't had a proper meal in almost a fortnight and instinct was beginning to kick in. That had been her main cause of concern, not the sunlight, but the fact that when one was hungry, one tended to be careless and foolish, blinded by their desperation for a taste of the warm blood that mortals held.
Even as she sat there in silence, a dark cloak draped around her shoulders, she could already feel the urge tugging deep inside of her. It was as though some one was whispering sweet words of comfort into her ears, telling her that no harm could possibly be harmed by just a single bite... it was only one more mortal... surrounded by many other mortals--
Aurélie shut her eyes, breathing in deeply, trying to rid herself of the deep desire to taste the blood once again, to feel it running down her throat and to feel the satisfaction she always felt in knowing that there was one less mortal who could threaten the existence of the life she lead. A cup of coffee was placed on the table before her and Aurélie quickly handed the waitress some money, staring determinedly out of window at the street outside, once again fighting the urge as a human stood with in such close proximity to her.
