Post by violet on May 2, 2006 23:23:41 GMT -5
Idhrenniel did it so I did it too.
(This is also posted on my site. I actually just did this for kicks and I need more posts.)
Violet grew up with the name Helinniel Venwine, she was a young human girl with emerald eyes and long, brunette hair. From a very young age, she was a servant girl for Mistress Fianwen in the northern town of Tatharalda, Middle Earth. At eleven, she was a very skilled healer and had tend to the many small wounds the mischeivious Kione, her mistress' son, would get during his little 'adventures'. She had taken a small fancy to Kione, but this would soon fade. When Helinniel was twelve years old, a colony of Vampires raided Tatharalda. She was forced to flee, but not without a quick bite to the wrist. When she reached just out of the borders, all fell black.
When she awoke, things were different. Her tan skin was suddenly pale. When she ran her hand through her hair, she discovered it was no longer brown and curly, but lavender and straight. She quickly rushed over to a nearby lake, only to find a major difference about her reflection:
It was no longer there.
Tears filled her now-lavender eyes, and anger rose inside her. Those lavender irises flashed to crimson, and for a moment, she was in shock. She ran her tongue over the back of her teeth...
Fangs. It all became clear to her. She was a Vampire. That was when she decided something. Helinniel Venwine was no longer living. She resorted to the human translation of her elvish name. Helinniel died that horrible summer night. Violet was born.
(This is also posted on my site. I actually just did this for kicks and I need more posts.)
Violet grew up with the name Helinniel Venwine, she was a young human girl with emerald eyes and long, brunette hair. From a very young age, she was a servant girl for Mistress Fianwen in the northern town of Tatharalda, Middle Earth. At eleven, she was a very skilled healer and had tend to the many small wounds the mischeivious Kione, her mistress' son, would get during his little 'adventures'. She had taken a small fancy to Kione, but this would soon fade. When Helinniel was twelve years old, a colony of Vampires raided Tatharalda. She was forced to flee, but not without a quick bite to the wrist. When she reached just out of the borders, all fell black.
When she awoke, things were different. Her tan skin was suddenly pale. When she ran her hand through her hair, she discovered it was no longer brown and curly, but lavender and straight. She quickly rushed over to a nearby lake, only to find a major difference about her reflection:
It was no longer there.
Tears filled her now-lavender eyes, and anger rose inside her. Those lavender irises flashed to crimson, and for a moment, she was in shock. She ran her tongue over the back of her teeth...
Fangs. It all became clear to her. She was a Vampire. That was when she decided something. Helinniel Venwine was no longer living. She resorted to the human translation of her elvish name. Helinniel died that horrible summer night. Violet was born.