Post by Torch Ura on Jul 25, 2008 2:39:09 GMT 5
Name: Torch Ura
Age: Undisclosed
Blood: Pure (Mixed with Daemon if that counts for anything)
What you offer to the Death Eaters: A powerful but unreliable Alley Take it or leave it.
Why you think you should be Accepted: My Blood Line
Role play Example of being a Death Eater:
Torch sat himself in a chair looking at the mangled unconscious Arour in front of him. It had been a rough day for the poor man. Torch smiled as the man slowly awoke "morning sunshine" He said with his usual cheerful voice. "where am i.." the man asked as he opened his eyes.
"your in my humble abode Johny boy" He smiled wider as the man continued look confused. Torch stood up and walked over to the man taking long slow steps and then crouched down to John's ear.
"Ecerato Sanshine Laq Mayli Tranvitz" The words came out in a demonic screech "you know something that i want to know" another then voice echoed softly in the man's head. The man tried to cover his ears but his hands where tied to the chair. Torch Ura stepped back the yellow veins in his eyes pulsing looking the man straight in the eyes. John's then began to steam. They became blood shot and widened. He let out a terrible scream."your a filthy bastard" John said in gasps as he lowered his eyes from Ura's gaze. Torch tutted "sorry but thats now what i wanted to know" Torch spoke seductively and placed a hand on the mans shoulder and sent a burning pain through the mans body "come one Johny Boy Just tell me where there hidden and you can go back to your family never be bothered by this again" John screamed with agony "and if i don't tell you" John spat. Torch merely smiled
"i think we both know the answer to that one" He placed his hands on the mans head and gripped tightly. He sent him images of his family dieing, Screaming as viscous death eaters and beast tore them limb from limb. As the images on folded scratches formed in the mans arms and legs as if the they where doing to him Oswell. All John did was scream though not letting a single word through as tears rolled down his eyes. The tears where soon turning to his own blood. The turter was over after about five minutes but John's deceased corpse it was a life time.
Torch walked over to the table where his wine glass still sat and thought about all the memories that he taken from the man. He whisked the wine glass around "smart place to hide" then took a long victorious sip from the glass.
Age: Undisclosed
Blood: Pure (Mixed with Daemon if that counts for anything)
What you offer to the Death Eaters: A powerful but unreliable Alley Take it or leave it.
Why you think you should be Accepted: My Blood Line
Role play Example of being a Death Eater:
Torch sat himself in a chair looking at the mangled unconscious Arour in front of him. It had been a rough day for the poor man. Torch smiled as the man slowly awoke "morning sunshine" He said with his usual cheerful voice. "where am i.." the man asked as he opened his eyes.
"your in my humble abode Johny boy" He smiled wider as the man continued look confused. Torch stood up and walked over to the man taking long slow steps and then crouched down to John's ear.
"Ecerato Sanshine Laq Mayli Tranvitz" The words came out in a demonic screech "you know something that i want to know" another then voice echoed softly in the man's head. The man tried to cover his ears but his hands where tied to the chair. Torch Ura stepped back the yellow veins in his eyes pulsing looking the man straight in the eyes. John's then began to steam. They became blood shot and widened. He let out a terrible scream."your a filthy bastard" John said in gasps as he lowered his eyes from Ura's gaze. Torch tutted "sorry but thats now what i wanted to know" Torch spoke seductively and placed a hand on the mans shoulder and sent a burning pain through the mans body "come one Johny Boy Just tell me where there hidden and you can go back to your family never be bothered by this again" John screamed with agony "and if i don't tell you" John spat. Torch merely smiled
"i think we both know the answer to that one" He placed his hands on the mans head and gripped tightly. He sent him images of his family dieing, Screaming as viscous death eaters and beast tore them limb from limb. As the images on folded scratches formed in the mans arms and legs as if the they where doing to him Oswell. All John did was scream though not letting a single word through as tears rolled down his eyes. The tears where soon turning to his own blood. The turter was over after about five minutes but John's deceased corpse it was a life time.
Torch walked over to the table where his wine glass still sat and thought about all the memories that he taken from the man. He whisked the wine glass around "smart place to hide" then took a long victorious sip from the glass.