Post by Vae on Mar 29, 2007 3:29:28 GMT -5
Name: Vaedra Nyx, but is called Vae
Age: 24
Age At Changing: Not applicable.
Occupation: intern of surgery at Sacred Heart Hospital.
Gender: female
Species: human
Affilation: neutral
Physical Description: Tall and lean, Vae stands at the moderate height of 5'9". She has long chocolate hair and pale green eyes the color of her August birthstone, set out against a warm skintone and light, barely-visible freckles along her nose and cheeks. She normally wears jeans that conform to her long, slender legs, and baby doll tees that compliment her petite shoulders and "elegantly" sized bosom, but very recently has begun to dress in more girly fashion since she may not have long to honor her mother's wishes in that department. She is rarely seen without at least two rubber bands donning her wrist if she has worked that day and wears her hair back in a ponytail when at the hospital or out for a jog. She sometimes wears sleeves when it is very warm out, and some days has dark circles under her eyes, pale skin, and a look of exhaustion in her featuers.
Personality and Temperament: Intelligent and mischievous, Vae has never had much trouble making friends. She has a cheeky and irreverent sense of humor and pretends for the sake of a laugh to be very cynical and sarcastic, but she shows her more idealistic nature by being so adamant on serving the people of Valir by going into the medical profession. With her patients more than with anyone else she is kind, generous, and caring, though she would be embarrassed for her friends to see just how sweet she can be.
History:
Vae remembers a time when she felt like a much more complete human being than she now feels herself to be. She used to drink, go out with her college friends, flirt with the menfolk and occasionally enjoy their good company. She partied to forget the stress of classes and then the exhaustion of work, and thought as most ambitious college students do that the frequent bouts with colds and weariness that she faced were only due to the immense amount of pressure she put on herself most of the time. She pressed on through her illnesses and her off days and plodded on unaware that the colds she thought she was having were actually caused by a much more dangerous foe.
When she began work at the hospital she started to lose weight rather rapidly. She had never been big boned to begin with but the curves so admired by the boys at school soon dissipated into a much leaner, stringier physique. A routine blood test taken by one of her fellow interns showed she had anemia, so she took her vitamins and ate her red meat and spinach like a good little girl. She fought bouts of dizziness and intense fatigue but she battled on, determined that a stupid case of anemia wouldn't throw her out of the running for a career in medicine. Eventually her neglect caught up with her and she collapsed while doing rounds one morning at work.
Her doctors ordered a complete round of bloodwork. She didn't have to see the slides herself to know that something was wrong. There had been an anomaly on the blood films, they said, blasts could be seen. They would need to take a bone marrow biopsy. She suffered through the painful collection of the bone marrow knowing what the chances were, and the results fulfilled her fears. She had acute lymphoblastic leukemia, advanced by the looks of it. They would need to perform CTs and puncture her lumbar to scope out the extent of the damage. The cancer had only just begun to spread to her internal organs, a problem that could be remedied with luck and God's good graces, but they also found that the cancer had invaded her central nervous system. The outlook was bleak.
So she opted not to seek radical treatment that would likely only make her weak and unable to enjoy what time she does have left. She is instead undergoing treatment for the symptoms she suffers and putting off her inevitable demise for as long as she possibly can via blood and bone marrow transplants. She has become somewhat subdued and withdrawn but is by no means antisocial; she simply knows that she can't do some of the things she once did and as such avoids situations where the temptation to give in and get rancid with alcohol would be too strong to contradict. There may come a point when she has no reason left to deny the call of apathy but that time is not today.
Recently Vae has begun work for a local artist, Aubin, on two paintings, one for his profit and one for her friends and family to remember her by. Her time with Aubin has had a profound affect on Vae, the artist even convincing her to open up to those close to her about her illness. She has also stopped working, since she can afford to with the extra cash she makes from working for him. The unexpected surprise of having someone objective to talk to and money in her pocket has made coming to grips with her mortality far more bearable for her.
AP Sheet:
N/A.
NPC's:
Mannie - Vae's crazy friend, who gets into more amazing trouble than anyone Vae has ever known, and thus has the best stories
Drake - long time male friend and former lover several times over, has hinted that he would like to date Vae steadily but she is hesitant for obvious reasons
Andrew - the requisite geeky guy friend who is absolutely adorable and incredibly gay-but-doesn't-know-it-yet
Sample Character RP:
Yeah so it's a different genre. So sue me.
I'll replace it eventually.
The flickering light of the bonfire threw Gringott's Square in Diagon Alley into harsh reflection. The noise of joyous and raucous cheers filled the air, and the night sky was ablaze with the jets and blasts of many a wand and magical firework. People crowded around the fire en masse, throwing their arms around people they hardly knew and people they knew very well without telling them apart. A nearby bar was serving drinks on the house and people were beginning to get tipsy and loud, and yet there was not a sour face in the crowd. Instead a sense of relief, release, and rejuvenation permeated the intersection unanimously, and the feelings of all could be summed up in the cheers that sometimes rose above the din.
"You-Know-Who is dead! Long live the kingdom! Long live Harry Potter!"
A soft snort echoed in the comparative quiet of a nearby alleyway, in Knockturn Alley. A woman there leaned against the crooked brick wall of a shop, watching the festivities one street over with the critical eye of someone who was watching the beginning of something important. Or perhaps she was watching the end. Perhaps for her kind the beginning and the end of a thing were too much alike to bother differentiating. What was certain was that though the woman watched the excitement, she did not participate, even though she had been much more of a participant in the actions leading to the gathering than anyone dancing in the multi-colored chaos that now paraded upon the cobblestones.
The battle had been long, much too long for her tastes. When , after all the fuss, the end result had come down to two wizards and two wizards alone, it seemed a waste for so many people to have shed their blood in this great war. Their varying reasons and causes for joining in the fray had turned up empty, and the soldiers who had put their lives at stake were at last made to be nothing more than audience to the end-all battle between a stubborn but gifted boy and a studied but twisted master. Those who were victorious perhaps didn't notice that they had been eclipsed by the personal grudge match between Harry Potter and Tom Riddle, but those who had run scattered and broken from the battlefield, those who had attached their hopes for the future to the downfallen rather than the triumphant, they knew how little their lives had meant, how little the lives of those lost had really mattered in the grand scheme of things. The victorious could say 'but we did not die in vain!' even if they had. The defeated could only take their hit on the chin, and wonder what went wrong.
Devaedra Nyx crossed one long leg over the other at the ankle, and rested her head against the cold stone next to her. Her arms were crossed across her chest, hugged close to her body, with one shoulder held awkwardly higher than the other as if it were painful to lower. There was a dry crimson gash along one of her cheeks, and her clothes were torn in some places, charred in others. The light black trench she had thrown on to cover up the mess that she was did a very bad job of doing so; it was just as tattered as it's owner. To say the least, this leader of movements, this revolutionary, this rouser of rebellions was not unused to being in this position, but here in England she had felt closer to her goal than ever before. Here they had had a real chance for making a stand against those who would hunt them down, to set the natural balance to rights. And yet here she was once more, once again watching the other side celebrate her loss, and for the first time in her demonic life she was experiencing the bitter taste of a very deep and personal disappointment.
Vae took a deep breath in and let it out, staring without emotion at the carousing witches and wizards, and for once the only fire in her eyes was the reflection of the one that burned the last of her English dreams away in lively Gringott's Square.
Age: 24
Age At Changing: Not applicable.
Occupation: intern of surgery at Sacred Heart Hospital.
Gender: female
Species: human
Affilation: neutral
Physical Description: Tall and lean, Vae stands at the moderate height of 5'9". She has long chocolate hair and pale green eyes the color of her August birthstone, set out against a warm skintone and light, barely-visible freckles along her nose and cheeks. She normally wears jeans that conform to her long, slender legs, and baby doll tees that compliment her petite shoulders and "elegantly" sized bosom, but very recently has begun to dress in more girly fashion since she may not have long to honor her mother's wishes in that department. She is rarely seen without at least two rubber bands donning her wrist if she has worked that day and wears her hair back in a ponytail when at the hospital or out for a jog. She sometimes wears sleeves when it is very warm out, and some days has dark circles under her eyes, pale skin, and a look of exhaustion in her featuers.
Personality and Temperament: Intelligent and mischievous, Vae has never had much trouble making friends. She has a cheeky and irreverent sense of humor and pretends for the sake of a laugh to be very cynical and sarcastic, but she shows her more idealistic nature by being so adamant on serving the people of Valir by going into the medical profession. With her patients more than with anyone else she is kind, generous, and caring, though she would be embarrassed for her friends to see just how sweet she can be.
History:
Vae remembers a time when she felt like a much more complete human being than she now feels herself to be. She used to drink, go out with her college friends, flirt with the menfolk and occasionally enjoy their good company. She partied to forget the stress of classes and then the exhaustion of work, and thought as most ambitious college students do that the frequent bouts with colds and weariness that she faced were only due to the immense amount of pressure she put on herself most of the time. She pressed on through her illnesses and her off days and plodded on unaware that the colds she thought she was having were actually caused by a much more dangerous foe.
When she began work at the hospital she started to lose weight rather rapidly. She had never been big boned to begin with but the curves so admired by the boys at school soon dissipated into a much leaner, stringier physique. A routine blood test taken by one of her fellow interns showed she had anemia, so she took her vitamins and ate her red meat and spinach like a good little girl. She fought bouts of dizziness and intense fatigue but she battled on, determined that a stupid case of anemia wouldn't throw her out of the running for a career in medicine. Eventually her neglect caught up with her and she collapsed while doing rounds one morning at work.
Her doctors ordered a complete round of bloodwork. She didn't have to see the slides herself to know that something was wrong. There had been an anomaly on the blood films, they said, blasts could be seen. They would need to take a bone marrow biopsy. She suffered through the painful collection of the bone marrow knowing what the chances were, and the results fulfilled her fears. She had acute lymphoblastic leukemia, advanced by the looks of it. They would need to perform CTs and puncture her lumbar to scope out the extent of the damage. The cancer had only just begun to spread to her internal organs, a problem that could be remedied with luck and God's good graces, but they also found that the cancer had invaded her central nervous system. The outlook was bleak.
So she opted not to seek radical treatment that would likely only make her weak and unable to enjoy what time she does have left. She is instead undergoing treatment for the symptoms she suffers and putting off her inevitable demise for as long as she possibly can via blood and bone marrow transplants. She has become somewhat subdued and withdrawn but is by no means antisocial; she simply knows that she can't do some of the things she once did and as such avoids situations where the temptation to give in and get rancid with alcohol would be too strong to contradict. There may come a point when she has no reason left to deny the call of apathy but that time is not today.
Recently Vae has begun work for a local artist, Aubin, on two paintings, one for his profit and one for her friends and family to remember her by. Her time with Aubin has had a profound affect on Vae, the artist even convincing her to open up to those close to her about her illness. She has also stopped working, since she can afford to with the extra cash she makes from working for him. The unexpected surprise of having someone objective to talk to and money in her pocket has made coming to grips with her mortality far more bearable for her.
AP Sheet:
N/A.
NPC's:
Mannie - Vae's crazy friend, who gets into more amazing trouble than anyone Vae has ever known, and thus has the best stories
Drake - long time male friend and former lover several times over, has hinted that he would like to date Vae steadily but she is hesitant for obvious reasons
Andrew - the requisite geeky guy friend who is absolutely adorable and incredibly gay-but-doesn't-know-it-yet
Sample Character RP:
Yeah so it's a different genre. So sue me.
I'll replace it eventually.The flickering light of the bonfire threw Gringott's Square in Diagon Alley into harsh reflection. The noise of joyous and raucous cheers filled the air, and the night sky was ablaze with the jets and blasts of many a wand and magical firework. People crowded around the fire en masse, throwing their arms around people they hardly knew and people they knew very well without telling them apart. A nearby bar was serving drinks on the house and people were beginning to get tipsy and loud, and yet there was not a sour face in the crowd. Instead a sense of relief, release, and rejuvenation permeated the intersection unanimously, and the feelings of all could be summed up in the cheers that sometimes rose above the din.
"You-Know-Who is dead! Long live the kingdom! Long live Harry Potter!"
A soft snort echoed in the comparative quiet of a nearby alleyway, in Knockturn Alley. A woman there leaned against the crooked brick wall of a shop, watching the festivities one street over with the critical eye of someone who was watching the beginning of something important. Or perhaps she was watching the end. Perhaps for her kind the beginning and the end of a thing were too much alike to bother differentiating. What was certain was that though the woman watched the excitement, she did not participate, even though she had been much more of a participant in the actions leading to the gathering than anyone dancing in the multi-colored chaos that now paraded upon the cobblestones.
The battle had been long, much too long for her tastes. When , after all the fuss, the end result had come down to two wizards and two wizards alone, it seemed a waste for so many people to have shed their blood in this great war. Their varying reasons and causes for joining in the fray had turned up empty, and the soldiers who had put their lives at stake were at last made to be nothing more than audience to the end-all battle between a stubborn but gifted boy and a studied but twisted master. Those who were victorious perhaps didn't notice that they had been eclipsed by the personal grudge match between Harry Potter and Tom Riddle, but those who had run scattered and broken from the battlefield, those who had attached their hopes for the future to the downfallen rather than the triumphant, they knew how little their lives had meant, how little the lives of those lost had really mattered in the grand scheme of things. The victorious could say 'but we did not die in vain!' even if they had. The defeated could only take their hit on the chin, and wonder what went wrong.
Devaedra Nyx crossed one long leg over the other at the ankle, and rested her head against the cold stone next to her. Her arms were crossed across her chest, hugged close to her body, with one shoulder held awkwardly higher than the other as if it were painful to lower. There was a dry crimson gash along one of her cheeks, and her clothes were torn in some places, charred in others. The light black trench she had thrown on to cover up the mess that she was did a very bad job of doing so; it was just as tattered as it's owner. To say the least, this leader of movements, this revolutionary, this rouser of rebellions was not unused to being in this position, but here in England she had felt closer to her goal than ever before. Here they had had a real chance for making a stand against those who would hunt them down, to set the natural balance to rights. And yet here she was once more, once again watching the other side celebrate her loss, and for the first time in her demonic life she was experiencing the bitter taste of a very deep and personal disappointment.
Vae took a deep breath in and let it out, staring without emotion at the carousing witches and wizards, and for once the only fire in her eyes was the reflection of the one that burned the last of her English dreams away in lively Gringott's Square.
