Post by mizore17 on Nov 24, 2012 19:17:33 GMT -5
Name: Mizore Price (Mc name: Mizore17)
Age: 217
Race: Vampire
(Note: You wanted a better bio than my last so I spent all day working on this. Please judge it fairly. Also leave suggestions so that i can improve it. Thank you)
It all started 200 years ago, In a cabin deep in the forest. It was an average day for Mizore. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and the air was cold. Oh how she loved the cold. Her father was already up and hunting for the nights meal. While Mizore on the other hand was sleeping in (as usual). "Mizore, its time to get up" Her mother called " I need help with Frost". Mizore groaned as she dragged herself out of bed. "What is so important? That you can't handdle it on your own? Frost is not that to take care of." Mizore said with a smirk. "No, but I don't feel like cleaning up after him, he left a gift in the garden" her mother retorked. Reluctantly Mizore went to deal with Frost's "gift". Hours had past since Mizore finished all her chores, it was getting dark. "mom where is dad?" She asked with a worried tone "he should have been back by now". "he will be back soon honey" Her mom assured her. "well i'm going to go look for him". "be careful" Her mother ordered. She had been searching for hours, and she was tired. "I'll just rest her for a bit" She thought aloud. Then it hit her, almost like a train. All she saw was a flash of red and it had her in its grasp. With lightning speed it sank its fangs deep into her pale skin. Mizore screamed, then blackness engulfed her. When she awoke in the leaves, she felt weird. She felt almost as if she were dead. She was thirsty, not for water but for something else. She ignored her thirst and walked back to the cabin. "MMMMOOOOOMMMMM I'm home" She yelled. Her mother and father ran at her both saying in unison "where have you been?!". Then they stopped dead in their tracks. Both with scared looks on their faces. "Mom? Dad?" Mizored asked with confusion "whats wrong?". "......... Your not our daughter......." her mother said ".......Get out of here you monster......". Mizore was taken back by that last comment "what do you mean? Its me, Mizore Price Your daughter-". "GET OUT!!!" her mother yelled as she threw a plate at her. Now in tears Mizore fled into the woods. In need of answers Mizore ran to the river to see what her mother screamed about. When she looked into the water her life changed forever. What she saw was not her former self but a twisted rendition. Blood red eyes, Pale white skin, and fangs. Mizore screamed in fear at the sight. "NO NO NO NO!!!!! This can't be real!! I have to be dreaming!" She tried to convince herself that it was just a dream. She sat at the base of a tree for hours, thirsty, tired, and cold... always cold. "Will I always look like this?" she asked herself "17 forever?". "yes" said a voice out of the woods. "I suggest you leave, this is my territory. If you stay I will kill you" the voice said again. Mizore jumped to her feet, and with tears streaming down her face she ran, on and on until her feet were throbbing in pain.
Now Mizore is an experienced vampire, she can hunt for herself, and fend for herself. But times are different now. There are city's instead of villages. Larger populations of people. More blood sources. A better life.... hopefully.
Age: 217
Race: Vampire
(Note: You wanted a better bio than my last so I spent all day working on this. Please judge it fairly. Also leave suggestions so that i can improve it. Thank you)
It all started 200 years ago, In a cabin deep in the forest. It was an average day for Mizore. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and the air was cold. Oh how she loved the cold. Her father was already up and hunting for the nights meal. While Mizore on the other hand was sleeping in (as usual). "Mizore, its time to get up" Her mother called " I need help with Frost". Mizore groaned as she dragged herself out of bed. "What is so important? That you can't handdle it on your own? Frost is not that to take care of." Mizore said with a smirk. "No, but I don't feel like cleaning up after him, he left a gift in the garden" her mother retorked. Reluctantly Mizore went to deal with Frost's "gift". Hours had past since Mizore finished all her chores, it was getting dark. "mom where is dad?" She asked with a worried tone "he should have been back by now". "he will be back soon honey" Her mom assured her. "well i'm going to go look for him". "be careful" Her mother ordered. She had been searching for hours, and she was tired. "I'll just rest her for a bit" She thought aloud. Then it hit her, almost like a train. All she saw was a flash of red and it had her in its grasp. With lightning speed it sank its fangs deep into her pale skin. Mizore screamed, then blackness engulfed her. When she awoke in the leaves, she felt weird. She felt almost as if she were dead. She was thirsty, not for water but for something else. She ignored her thirst and walked back to the cabin. "MMMMOOOOOMMMMM I'm home" She yelled. Her mother and father ran at her both saying in unison "where have you been?!". Then they stopped dead in their tracks. Both with scared looks on their faces. "Mom? Dad?" Mizored asked with confusion "whats wrong?". "......... Your not our daughter......." her mother said ".......Get out of here you monster......". Mizore was taken back by that last comment "what do you mean? Its me, Mizore Price Your daughter-". "GET OUT!!!" her mother yelled as she threw a plate at her. Now in tears Mizore fled into the woods. In need of answers Mizore ran to the river to see what her mother screamed about. When she looked into the water her life changed forever. What she saw was not her former self but a twisted rendition. Blood red eyes, Pale white skin, and fangs. Mizore screamed in fear at the sight. "NO NO NO NO!!!!! This can't be real!! I have to be dreaming!" She tried to convince herself that it was just a dream. She sat at the base of a tree for hours, thirsty, tired, and cold... always cold. "Will I always look like this?" she asked herself "17 forever?". "yes" said a voice out of the woods. "I suggest you leave, this is my territory. If you stay I will kill you" the voice said again. Mizore jumped to her feet, and with tears streaming down her face she ran, on and on until her feet were throbbing in pain.
Now Mizore is an experienced vampire, she can hunt for herself, and fend for herself. But times are different now. There are city's instead of villages. Larger populations of people. More blood sources. A better life.... hopefully.
