Post by RedVelvet777 on Apr 24, 2006 17:53:20 GMT -5
Name~ Memory
Age~ 3 circulations
Breed~ Palomino
Height~ 15.1 hh
Sex~ Mare
Children~ None
Place Of Birth~ Milan, Italy (I always liked Milan.)
Physical Characteristics~ Golden w/ flaxen tail and mane, black eyes
Personality~ Free-spirited
Sample Post~
It was dark... and it was raining... and tonight Frank and Jessica Allen would die. It had all been arranged. It was the perfect night for an assassination. God must have known what was coming. Apparently He wasn't happy about it.
A figure in the shadows moved. It was a girl. A heavily armed one too. You could only have spotted her if you were looking for her. She was wearing tight black clothes, silent black shoes, and black leather gloves. Her long black hair was soaking wet along with the rest of her. Shadows hid her pale face. Her coal black eyes looked down the street with caution. Around her waist was a black belt filled with weapons. Silver knives, disaster sticks, silver throwing disks, you name it. Her name? Bam. Bam Lefer. Bam was John Mae's slave, bound to his will. She had worked for him for four years. Bam learned many things during that time such as how to kill without leaving evidence, how to read people's expressions, and many other things.
Her destination was just up ahead. It was a large white house with black shutters. The rain beat against the windowpanes and made a rhythmic sound. Bam walked over to one side of the house. She took a coil of rope with a grappling hook that was hooked onto her belt and swung it over her head. She let go and the grappling hook caught on one of the windowsills. Bam smiled grimly and began to climb up the rope silently. She reached the top and looked in the window. Frank and Jessica were sleeping soundly. Bam opened the window. There was a quiet creak, but that didn't wake the sleeping couple up. She slipped inside the room and crept over to the bed. The girl hovered over Jessica. Jessica woke up and screamed. It was a short, shrill scream that could not be finished because a knife was plunged into her heart. Frank jerked himself awake upon hearing the scream. A sliver throwing disk cut his throat. He died with an expression of shock and anger. The sheets were bloodstained just like the nightclothes Frank and Jessica were wearing.
Bam took Jessica in her arms but left her dead husband in the bloody bed. She carried Jessica downstairs and opened the front door. She closed it and nailed the dead body to the door. Bam stepped back to admire her work. Her master would be proud. She disappeared into the shadows and made her way back to John.
Age~ 3 circulations
Breed~ Palomino
Height~ 15.1 hh
Sex~ Mare
Children~ None
Place Of Birth~ Milan, Italy (I always liked Milan.)
Physical Characteristics~ Golden w/ flaxen tail and mane, black eyes
Personality~ Free-spirited
Sample Post~
It was dark... and it was raining... and tonight Frank and Jessica Allen would die. It had all been arranged. It was the perfect night for an assassination. God must have known what was coming. Apparently He wasn't happy about it.
A figure in the shadows moved. It was a girl. A heavily armed one too. You could only have spotted her if you were looking for her. She was wearing tight black clothes, silent black shoes, and black leather gloves. Her long black hair was soaking wet along with the rest of her. Shadows hid her pale face. Her coal black eyes looked down the street with caution. Around her waist was a black belt filled with weapons. Silver knives, disaster sticks, silver throwing disks, you name it. Her name? Bam. Bam Lefer. Bam was John Mae's slave, bound to his will. She had worked for him for four years. Bam learned many things during that time such as how to kill without leaving evidence, how to read people's expressions, and many other things.
Her destination was just up ahead. It was a large white house with black shutters. The rain beat against the windowpanes and made a rhythmic sound. Bam walked over to one side of the house. She took a coil of rope with a grappling hook that was hooked onto her belt and swung it over her head. She let go and the grappling hook caught on one of the windowsills. Bam smiled grimly and began to climb up the rope silently. She reached the top and looked in the window. Frank and Jessica were sleeping soundly. Bam opened the window. There was a quiet creak, but that didn't wake the sleeping couple up. She slipped inside the room and crept over to the bed. The girl hovered over Jessica. Jessica woke up and screamed. It was a short, shrill scream that could not be finished because a knife was plunged into her heart. Frank jerked himself awake upon hearing the scream. A sliver throwing disk cut his throat. He died with an expression of shock and anger. The sheets were bloodstained just like the nightclothes Frank and Jessica were wearing.
Bam took Jessica in her arms but left her dead husband in the bloody bed. She carried Jessica downstairs and opened the front door. She closed it and nailed the dead body to the door. Bam stepped back to admire her work. Her master would be proud. She disappeared into the shadows and made her way back to John.
