Post by Fatima Sol on May 21, 2010 14:08:26 GMT -6
Name: Fatima Magda Sol (Originally just Magda)
Code Name/Alias: None
Nickname(s): Tima
Age: 1700-ish
Gender: Female
Species: loup-garous
Affiliation: Neutral (Very much against the vindictive gods crowd though, screw them)
Personality:
Fatima is both intense and casual at the same time. The kind of person who is totally relaxed, but you know that she could probably kill you at the drop of a hat. Try as she might, most people do pick up on that little fact. She is mostly friendly towards normal people, seeing as the 'normal people' stage of her life was her favorite. Tima will deal with most situations with sarcasm, and if its at all appropriate, violence. Very straight forward girl really. Oh yes, one more thing: total sucker for tales of true love. . .unless they involve vampires.
Skills:
Free running
Combat
Powers:
One your normal day/night Tima posses speed and strength beyond that of your average Joe. Also wolf-like senses. Stunning looks-oh wait that doesn't count. On the nights of the full moon, however she goes full on involuntary shape-shifter and basically becomes an unstoppable killing machine. Please gents, no jokes about it being that time of the month.
Weaknesses:
Brownies
Weapons (hurts)
Regular silver (hurts like a bitch)
Silver inherited from a dead relative (this shit can kill you)
Family:
Dead, it was a long time ago, and I really just don't want to talk about it.
Character Likes:
Nights that are not a full moon
Brownies, actually chocolate in general
Dogs
weapons
hunting down asshole gods
shopping
Character Dislikes:
asshole gods
vampires
goths
vampire fangirls
silver
your dead grandmother's silver tea set
Appearance or Pictures:
Background:
Once upon a time in the Roman Empire (the part that is now called Portugal) there was this peaceful little town, filled with peaceful people who liked to mind their own damn business. It was a great place to grow up and have a family. Magda had one of those, a really nice one. Good parents, tolerable in-laws, adorable nieces and nephews, and a very attractive husband. Super-fantastic right? Hell yes it was.
Unfortunately some jerkass vampires decided that they wanted to have some fun, and their idea of a good time just happened to be wiping out a village. Guess which one they chose? If you guess Magda's then you would be correct. You win nothing. Deal with it. Anyway. Mags managed to get away from the slaughter, and run into the woods. For some reason or another, they didn't follow. When the woman returned to her home a few days later with the local Centurion, there were only a handful of very traumatized survivors. None of which were her good parents, tolerable in-laws, adorable nieces and nephews, or very attractive husband. She didn't take it well. Thats actually an understatement as Mags ended up taking her sorrows to the local temple (local as in local, non roman god) and begging for any help the goddess could provide. This particular goddess happened to be one of those pretty ones who was pissed about loosing followers to its rival Roman gods, or any other incoming religions. That said she agreed to help the grieving widow/orphan, and the widow/orphan was to distracted by her obvious internal pain to ask too many questions. Following the goddess's intructions, Magda located the vampires by the rising of the next full moon, transformed into a huge-ass wolf, and tore them to piece. She also tore the vampires would be victems to pieces. The next night the a group of soldiers came to see what all of the screaming was about, and they died too. You see children, you shouldn't agree to any offer made by a pagan god. He or she might turn you into a mindless killing machine.
Pissed as hell, Magda when back to the temple and demanded to know what was what. The goddess laughed, filled her in on the details, and then skedaddled because the bitch had other places to be, mainly ones that weren't near unhappy loup-garous. The basic run down is that Mags would now turn into a wolf during every full moon and kill everything in her path. Weapons could cause momentary injury, silver could slow her down, and inherited silver could kill her. Stupid rules, but Magda wasn't the one to make them up. Oh, and this would keep happening until someone killed her, because the aging thing wasn't going to happen. The goddess was apparently really keen on getting a return on her killer-wolf investment.
It gets kinda boring after that point. Most of the time Magda was searching for better ways to contain her inner beast, or searching for a certain goddess who really needed to die. Around the full moon, she'd find a secluded corner of nowhere and hope that she got lucky. At some point in the middle ages a kind wizard constructed a containment circle for her, so slaughtering the innocent became less of an issue. Finding a new wizard to construct a new containment circle every time she moved was a bit of an issue, but hey, no one wants to get caught up in an inquisition. Especially if fire doesn't, you know, kill you. Burning until they put you out, is way worse than burning to death.
Fast forward to present day. Travel became quick enough to make moving to the states practical, so she now has lots of wooded areas to play in. Careful investing means that she is rich enough to not really need a job. The woman whose driver's license reads Fatima M. Sol has plenty of free time to hunt down the one who cursed her, and anyone else who likes to use humanity as a toy.
Roleplay Sample: Its John Myers
*the (basic) idea for luop-garous goes to Jim Butcher, creator of the Dresden Files
Code Name/Alias: None
Nickname(s): Tima
Age: 1700-ish
Gender: Female
Species: loup-garous
Affiliation: Neutral (Very much against the vindictive gods crowd though, screw them)
Personality:
Fatima is both intense and casual at the same time. The kind of person who is totally relaxed, but you know that she could probably kill you at the drop of a hat. Try as she might, most people do pick up on that little fact. She is mostly friendly towards normal people, seeing as the 'normal people' stage of her life was her favorite. Tima will deal with most situations with sarcasm, and if its at all appropriate, violence. Very straight forward girl really. Oh yes, one more thing: total sucker for tales of true love. . .unless they involve vampires.
Skills:
Free running
Combat
Powers:
One your normal day/night Tima posses speed and strength beyond that of your average Joe. Also wolf-like senses. Stunning looks-oh wait that doesn't count. On the nights of the full moon, however she goes full on involuntary shape-shifter and basically becomes an unstoppable killing machine. Please gents, no jokes about it being that time of the month.
Weaknesses:
Brownies
Weapons (hurts)
Regular silver (hurts like a bitch)
Silver inherited from a dead relative (this shit can kill you)
Family:
Dead, it was a long time ago, and I really just don't want to talk about it.
Character Likes:
Nights that are not a full moon
Brownies, actually chocolate in general
Dogs
weapons
hunting down asshole gods
shopping
Character Dislikes:
asshole gods
vampires
goths
vampire fangirls
silver
your dead grandmother's silver tea set
Appearance or Pictures:
Background:
Once upon a time in the Roman Empire (the part that is now called Portugal) there was this peaceful little town, filled with peaceful people who liked to mind their own damn business. It was a great place to grow up and have a family. Magda had one of those, a really nice one. Good parents, tolerable in-laws, adorable nieces and nephews, and a very attractive husband. Super-fantastic right? Hell yes it was.
Unfortunately some jerkass vampires decided that they wanted to have some fun, and their idea of a good time just happened to be wiping out a village. Guess which one they chose? If you guess Magda's then you would be correct. You win nothing. Deal with it. Anyway. Mags managed to get away from the slaughter, and run into the woods. For some reason or another, they didn't follow. When the woman returned to her home a few days later with the local Centurion, there were only a handful of very traumatized survivors. None of which were her good parents, tolerable in-laws, adorable nieces and nephews, or very attractive husband. She didn't take it well. Thats actually an understatement as Mags ended up taking her sorrows to the local temple (local as in local, non roman god) and begging for any help the goddess could provide. This particular goddess happened to be one of those pretty ones who was pissed about loosing followers to its rival Roman gods, or any other incoming religions. That said she agreed to help the grieving widow/orphan, and the widow/orphan was to distracted by her obvious internal pain to ask too many questions. Following the goddess's intructions, Magda located the vampires by the rising of the next full moon, transformed into a huge-ass wolf, and tore them to piece. She also tore the vampires would be victems to pieces. The next night the a group of soldiers came to see what all of the screaming was about, and they died too. You see children, you shouldn't agree to any offer made by a pagan god. He or she might turn you into a mindless killing machine.
Pissed as hell, Magda when back to the temple and demanded to know what was what. The goddess laughed, filled her in on the details, and then skedaddled because the bitch had other places to be, mainly ones that weren't near unhappy loup-garous. The basic run down is that Mags would now turn into a wolf during every full moon and kill everything in her path. Weapons could cause momentary injury, silver could slow her down, and inherited silver could kill her. Stupid rules, but Magda wasn't the one to make them up. Oh, and this would keep happening until someone killed her, because the aging thing wasn't going to happen. The goddess was apparently really keen on getting a return on her killer-wolf investment.
It gets kinda boring after that point. Most of the time Magda was searching for better ways to contain her inner beast, or searching for a certain goddess who really needed to die. Around the full moon, she'd find a secluded corner of nowhere and hope that she got lucky. At some point in the middle ages a kind wizard constructed a containment circle for her, so slaughtering the innocent became less of an issue. Finding a new wizard to construct a new containment circle every time she moved was a bit of an issue, but hey, no one wants to get caught up in an inquisition. Especially if fire doesn't, you know, kill you. Burning until they put you out, is way worse than burning to death.
Fast forward to present day. Travel became quick enough to make moving to the states practical, so she now has lots of wooded areas to play in. Careful investing means that she is rich enough to not really need a job. The woman whose driver's license reads Fatima M. Sol has plenty of free time to hunt down the one who cursed her, and anyone else who likes to use humanity as a toy.
Roleplay Sample: Its John Myers
*the (basic) idea for luop-garous goes to Jim Butcher, creator of the Dresden Files
