Carophilia Kuran

by **Carophilia Kuran** Thu Oct 22, 2009 6:00 pm

what? my name? Kuran the name.
Carophilia.

Name: Kuran, Carophilia

GENDER:female

AGE: seventeen

SEXUALITY: straight

OTHER: My character fights with fans.

GROUP: Night class

RANK: kvasir

APPEARANCE:

Carophilia Kuran GOTHICGOLDBARTHORNYROSE

Carophilia has long silver hair that shines like the moonlight. A radiant complexion and face that gets more joviant with every smile and movement. Her eyes are of brown flambouyant marbles. She stands at a height of 5'11" and weighs just a sightly ninety-eight lbs. A skinny yet healthy figure of a well maintained body. For her clothing, she wears a gray top, and gray skirt with a slightly darker yet matching gray boots ~ Just like a firefly princess should you ask? Yes.

PERSONALITY:

Carophilia is secretive about her self. She will only open up to vampires like Miroku. She wants Miroku to accept her so she'd be very trustworthy. Showing kindness and sweet towards the prefect. An opposing behavior was parallel to that of the Day students for she gets very cold towards the vampire hunters. Vampires would often describe her as softspoken. But do they no that she is very witty and would calculate deep inside in her ways of thinking of a plan up to make anything work for her.

She is awfully shy around other vampires. She just adores Miroku from the bottom of her heart. She is awfully shy around the students of Vanir Academy because she doesn't know how to deal and because she doesn't know what to say to them unless they would start a conversation. She doesn't talk much because she doesn't get along with people much, awkward but the truth, she's always speaks about Miroku in the highest regards, and of course, the vampire hunters in the lowest regards. She is often seen with a notebook in hand because when it comes schoolwork she is serious. She can change from being a sweet girl to being coldhearted girl if it completes the mission of killing off level E
If you'd know her more, you'll see that Carophilia is cheerful, active, strongly competitive, resourceful, who feels people’s pain and feels what they feel in their hearts. You might also find out about her special talent - she reads several moves ahead at the same time..

SOCIAL RANKING: pure-blood

HISTORY:

~Born from a pure-blood heritage and the only daughter of Haininyora and Kanirnya Kuran, Carophilia Kuran is a vampire student of the Night Class in Vanir Academy. Ever since her childhood days, she was taught to value respect and dignity. She held discipline to the highest regards amongst all her vampire brothers, infact it almost matched the ettiquetes of her parents. Her meticulous, neat, and behaved attitude brought smiles to her families, especially to her parent’s proud faces – it was a success for them to have raised a child with splendid, exquisite and organized manners. Everything was perfect during her childhood life, she was the star, the snowflake (name it) in the family, always earning the spotlight, and had been envied by her brethrens. And there she smiled and bowed with elegance, grace – gestures of poise that had an approach of humbility. This life of perfection didn’t last though, well not until a plot - a devious one, grown from hearts filled with hatred – had aroused and beckoned her unexpected downfall. You might ask how and why did she bite in the bait? Well, its because it was from her beloved brothers.

Dating back that day, years ago, when she was running, trying hard to keep up with her brother’s pace, on a long dark alley under the watchful eye of the moon in the central heart of Haboldeux. Her heart pounded fast, not because she was tired but instead excited, thrilled to see what her brother’s “great surprise” is. It was her eigth birthday and this present her brothers were about to show and give her was more than anything else she could receive that day because it was unusual of her brothers to do something like this on her brithday, she was touched - shrugging of the everlasting worries of her thoughts that they hated her. So she ran and ran and ran, with a speed of sixty miles per hour while her brothers, being the older ones, were at the eighty’s. When they arrived the destination – a huge underground – she saw a passageway her brother’s were pointing at. It was dark inside, she didn’t dare to enter (guess, the vampire kids are scared of the dark aswell), not until she heard the eldest speak. “Its in there” and alas she entered. A decision that led to her demise. Claw-like and cadaverous hands appeared, tens of them! No! even more! Binding her body and dragging her all the way at the edge way back further at the dark, where she slowly, while turning her head back, saw her brother’s images fading.

A bite. From here and there sucking her blood. Vampires to vampires. How they loved the taste of “pure blood”~
Madness aroused from a pair of glowing blood red eyes. A berserk state or we could say a state of trance had vibrated from the pure-blood's body. With a blink of an eye, the what-seemed-to-be helpless girl disappeared. Another blink she was behind, blink again and she was infront. Wailing screams echoed, blood splattered, heads flew decapitated from their bodies. Just that easy.

Justice was served? Think again. Carophilia left the place and the nightmare but as a different person. It was her will to be sent to Vanir Academy. To learn to become something strong. She believed that the answer lies there. The answer to her goal - Revenge.[/i]
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[font=arial]FACE CLAIM: Suigintou

ROLEPLAYING EXPERIENCE:

ROLEPLAYING SAMPLE:

Trying hard to make sure that everything is going to be okay, Lightning pondered on why the hell was this world mean to her. She doesn't know what was going on as paranoia spun through her thoughts like a web woven by a stray spider. “What a headache!” She cursed under her breath. For two days, she was trying to ignore this omnipotent insight that swarmed the depths of her thoughts, but for some reason, she just cant. She really wants to wipe of those violent memories and even not dare to reminisce about it, because she doesn't know how to deal with the pain she was currently enduring deep inside her conscience – her tormented conscience. She wished that what happened was a dream, a temporary despair where she will wake and rise up in a reality under the arms of a peaceful embracing world.

For a couple of days, she spent her time with her old friends. She looked at them, all of them, and saw that joy was evident from their innocent eyes. At most times she will just sigh and leave the group to be in solitude, self-conscious, always re-assuring herself that she didn’t belong with them. She hoped they know the real her, her dealings on a battlefield, but she didn't have the ability to tell them. She was always reticent ever since. Well, she doesn't want to reveal who she really is. Not yet. Maybe not until the time comes when the public will be needing salvation.

One day, her friend Snow approached her. "Hey Lightning, how have you been doing lately? Snow asked. Lightning stared back, gazing intently on her friend’s eyes. "I'm good.” She replied.

MISCELLANEOUS: I'm a very shy person