Post by beautifulxsun on Oct 30, 2006 5:23:55 GMT -5
Name: Cyralynn
Celebrity Used: Jessica Alba
Level: Master 2
D.O.B.: February 14, 1640
D.O.T.: June 1, 1664
Age: 366
Height: 5’7
Weight: 130
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Brown
Race: Persian
Nationality: Persian
Languages: Most known dialects
Locations: Wondering
Martial Status: Single
Favorite Place(s): Undecided
Favorite Music Style(s): Undecided
Original Master: Unmentioned
Special Abilities:
Beast Summoning: Snakes
Servant's Markings
Telepathy
Hypnotique
Damage Wave
Presence Cover
Cadence
Signicance
Gifts:
The Beautiful Kiss
Taste of Lust
History:
They say that all beings have purpose, that everyone is born for a reason. Lust is my reason, my being. I was created out of pleasure, to give and serve those stronger and more then myself. But, I get ahead of myself.
I was born to privilege. They say royalty is in my blood, that I am descendant of Alexander the Great and his queen, Roxane. But I have never seen the land of such a queen, never have I stepped on the sands of my ancestors. I was raise in Egypt, growing up with the exotic ways like a whirlwind in my world. Lust was nothing to be ashamed of in such a world, but it was something I would not understand until I was older. I was well educated, unlike many of my female friends, because of whom my father was. He was an English lord that had fallen for a Persian beauty. They had settled for Egypt as neutral ground, raising me and my two brothers in the ways of both lands. My father was a stranger, as my brothers would become in their search for glory in the name of the Queen. My mother would have little to do with me, because I was not the girl child I was supposed to be. I was too independent, too free. But that was what most saw as my most endearing quality, was my restless spirit. But, that’s what got me caught in the spider’s web I have lived in for almost four centuries.
I never had a true chaperone when I came of age to socialize outside my family’s estate, accompanied only by those I considered friends. But the marrying age came and went for me, not that I felt any loss as some of my friends married and others left for their own adventures. Egypt was my adventure.
I was naïve of the world, as naïve as they when it came to certain horrors, like death. I was twenty-four years old when I died, killed by the first male that had ever really shown interest in me. But I did not stay dead. Nay, I rose again to live in my own hell, my own torment of sick and twisted pleasures. I was treated as one would a slave of my ancestors’ time, with my education changing from the civilized teachings of the world, to carnal lessons of the flesh. I was one of his many concubines, the man we called Master. I heard his name only once on the lips of another. She called him Phillip, but she was not one of us, caught in his chains of pleasure.
But I would exceed my Master’s powers. He lost interest in me after a decade or two, giving me the opportunity to develop the powers I now claim. He was my first victim of what true pleasure can be. Sweet and deadly, the kind of pleasure to die for. I would flee after his death, after freeing myself and the others. I was lucky enough to find more of my kind, others that were stronger then me and willing to show me what potential I had. But for a price, always for the same price. I was a plaything in the world of the damned, a toy for their amusement. After centuries of being nothing but a toy, it’s what you learn. Maybe that’s what twisted my mind, to accept my destiny of lust and pleasure. After all, we all have our gifts. Some are just more animalistic then others.
Update:
I now find myself in a new country, but with the same carnal instincts running through my veins. I am more now, more then Phillip would have ever imagined I could be. I have found few that are worthy to be called Master, few that are worthy of my gift, that even understand it. But I am not a lone ranger. No, I was taught among others, grew among others, and so I search for others. I search for one worthy of my being. I have learned to control the powers that beat at my skull, my very skin. But I am an animal, just waiting for the muzzle to come off again. The question is, will it be a controlled release, or as wild as before?
I have tried many of the larger cities, but have found no master to understand me and even fewer plagued with the same lusting disease. I have heard rumors of Kansas City and so I have come to make it my home. For now.
Celebrity Used: Jessica Alba
Level: Master 2
D.O.B.: February 14, 1640
D.O.T.: June 1, 1664
Age: 366
Height: 5’7
Weight: 130
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Brown
Race: Persian
Nationality: Persian
Languages: Most known dialects
Locations: Wondering
Martial Status: Single
Favorite Place(s): Undecided
Favorite Music Style(s): Undecided
Original Master: Unmentioned
Special Abilities:
Beast Summoning: Snakes
Servant's Markings
Telepathy
Hypnotique
Damage Wave
Presence Cover
Cadence
Signicance
Gifts:
The Beautiful Kiss
Taste of Lust
History:
They say that all beings have purpose, that everyone is born for a reason. Lust is my reason, my being. I was created out of pleasure, to give and serve those stronger and more then myself. But, I get ahead of myself.
I was born to privilege. They say royalty is in my blood, that I am descendant of Alexander the Great and his queen, Roxane. But I have never seen the land of such a queen, never have I stepped on the sands of my ancestors. I was raise in Egypt, growing up with the exotic ways like a whirlwind in my world. Lust was nothing to be ashamed of in such a world, but it was something I would not understand until I was older. I was well educated, unlike many of my female friends, because of whom my father was. He was an English lord that had fallen for a Persian beauty. They had settled for Egypt as neutral ground, raising me and my two brothers in the ways of both lands. My father was a stranger, as my brothers would become in their search for glory in the name of the Queen. My mother would have little to do with me, because I was not the girl child I was supposed to be. I was too independent, too free. But that was what most saw as my most endearing quality, was my restless spirit. But, that’s what got me caught in the spider’s web I have lived in for almost four centuries.
I never had a true chaperone when I came of age to socialize outside my family’s estate, accompanied only by those I considered friends. But the marrying age came and went for me, not that I felt any loss as some of my friends married and others left for their own adventures. Egypt was my adventure.
I was naïve of the world, as naïve as they when it came to certain horrors, like death. I was twenty-four years old when I died, killed by the first male that had ever really shown interest in me. But I did not stay dead. Nay, I rose again to live in my own hell, my own torment of sick and twisted pleasures. I was treated as one would a slave of my ancestors’ time, with my education changing from the civilized teachings of the world, to carnal lessons of the flesh. I was one of his many concubines, the man we called Master. I heard his name only once on the lips of another. She called him Phillip, but she was not one of us, caught in his chains of pleasure.
But I would exceed my Master’s powers. He lost interest in me after a decade or two, giving me the opportunity to develop the powers I now claim. He was my first victim of what true pleasure can be. Sweet and deadly, the kind of pleasure to die for. I would flee after his death, after freeing myself and the others. I was lucky enough to find more of my kind, others that were stronger then me and willing to show me what potential I had. But for a price, always for the same price. I was a plaything in the world of the damned, a toy for their amusement. After centuries of being nothing but a toy, it’s what you learn. Maybe that’s what twisted my mind, to accept my destiny of lust and pleasure. After all, we all have our gifts. Some are just more animalistic then others.
Update:
I now find myself in a new country, but with the same carnal instincts running through my veins. I am more now, more then Phillip would have ever imagined I could be. I have found few that are worthy to be called Master, few that are worthy of my gift, that even understand it. But I am not a lone ranger. No, I was taught among others, grew among others, and so I search for others. I search for one worthy of my being. I have learned to control the powers that beat at my skull, my very skin. But I am an animal, just waiting for the muzzle to come off again. The question is, will it be a controlled release, or as wild as before?
I have tried many of the larger cities, but have found no master to understand me and even fewer plagued with the same lusting disease. I have heard rumors of Kansas City and so I have come to make it my home. For now.
