Post by Cile Arimon on Dec 23, 2007 22:04:03 GMT -5
Real Name: Cile Arimino
Alias: Cile Arimino, Cile
DOB: N/A
Age: Around 250
Lives: Nomad
Gender: Female
Race: Vampaneze
Appearance: Cile Arimion looks around 17 years old. Cile has very light purple skin. Her hair is dark orange and almost looks brown. Her eyes are deep red. The color of Cile's nails are black. She wears a black blouse and a pair of skinny jeans. Hidden under her blouse is a emerald necklace. Cile Arimion is small and skinny.
Alliances: Vampaneze
Family: Grandmother--Maily Kijamu--Dead
Companions: N/A
History: Cile was born in a small village with disappearing villagers. Her past is a small blur from when she was 10. She was poor and lived with her grandmother, Maily- who was only 37 at the time.
One day, Maily went out of the village in search of twigs to use for firewood for the stormy weather approaching. But she never came back. Cile remembers wandering around the village, feeling lost and hurt.
Cile grew up like that until she was about 14. She came across a cave and entered it in search of shelter from the cold by herself. To her astonishment, she found a field of bones inside the cave. Is this a graveyard? She asked herself. Up her foot went when it stepped on an cold, smooth stone. She picked it up to find her grandmother's emerald necklace
"Ahh..", a loud deep voice echoed. Cile's heart sank and she clutched the necklace over her month in her hands. "Who is there? A girl? Hmm. Oh dear! A villager. Welcome to my adobe, madam." A man approached from the far end of the cave. Then, in an instant, he was in front of her. He opened up her hand, "What a pretty necklace. May I have it?" Cile didn't understand his language. She pulled back on the string toward her and mumbled something in her language. The man, who she could now see had dark purple skin. "Just the emerald please." He tore the emerald from the necklace. "Thank you." Cile fell out of the cave, lost her footing, and her arms were flopping around behind her. She fell off the path and off a cliff...
Cile was dead, or so the villagers thought she was. Cile was in a coma. She'd shattered some of her bones after the fall. Her body was discovered by two kids who had been playing on the mountain side picking herbs during the day. The kids got scared and left her there to get the other people. They hauled her over a hillside which was a graveyard for the village. (Burying the dead was against their beliefs. They believe the sun would pick her up slowly and bit by bit-- though she was decaying.)
That night, she woke up to the awful stench. Her head was pounding and she opened her mouth to yell. Nothing came out. She tried again. Still, nothing. She looked around and wanted to scream when she seen the bodies. The noise and the rustling had brought up a curious sharp ear. It was the purpled skin man. It looked like he was hunting, he had caught little birds and had them tied around his belt. He glanced around looking for the source of the rustling, hoping to find food. They he caught sight of Cile, who's forehead was wrinkled and lips was trembling. "Awwh. Poor girl can't speak. Would she like some buzzards? I'm surprised to see you awake and alive from that fall. Would you likey some bird?" The crazy man bit off the birds head and drank its blood. She blacked out.
The Vampaneze, Denoalan, took her back to the cave. "Miss, miss, miss! Oh thanks, now I have a missy to cook these buzzards for me." Cile was his slave for about a week until one day Denoalan went villager hunting. One of the warriors saw him carry back a villager and followed him to his cave. Later, the next dawning, the warrior came back with more people who came to kill him. Denoalan was getting ready for sleep until he heard the ruckus. He peeked out of his cave and seen the mob coming. He snatched Cile who was still recovering from her injuries and she screamed loud. Denoalan hit her and told her to shut up. The mad Vampaneze sprinted out of the cave into another. He took Cile. Cile was a lost villager girl who'd never been out of the jungle. She stuck to Denoalan. Eventually Denoalan blooded her.
Now, Cile is a Full Vampaneze who works with them. Denoalan is a crazy Vampaneze who was once a Vampet. He departed from the clan and went on being crazy. Cile was left in the hands of the other sane Vampaneze to learn their ways. She is now a Full Vampaneze warrior.
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Age Blooded: 20
Blooded By: Denoalan
Half of Full: Full
Rank: None--Warrior
Alias: Cile Arimino, Cile
DOB: N/A
Age: Around 250
Lives: Nomad
Gender: Female
Race: Vampaneze
Appearance: Cile Arimion looks around 17 years old. Cile has very light purple skin. Her hair is dark orange and almost looks brown. Her eyes are deep red. The color of Cile's nails are black. She wears a black blouse and a pair of skinny jeans. Hidden under her blouse is a emerald necklace. Cile Arimion is small and skinny.
Alliances: Vampaneze
Family: Grandmother--Maily Kijamu--Dead
Companions: N/A
History: Cile was born in a small village with disappearing villagers. Her past is a small blur from when she was 10. She was poor and lived with her grandmother, Maily- who was only 37 at the time.
One day, Maily went out of the village in search of twigs to use for firewood for the stormy weather approaching. But she never came back. Cile remembers wandering around the village, feeling lost and hurt.
Cile grew up like that until she was about 14. She came across a cave and entered it in search of shelter from the cold by herself. To her astonishment, she found a field of bones inside the cave. Is this a graveyard? She asked herself. Up her foot went when it stepped on an cold, smooth stone. She picked it up to find her grandmother's emerald necklace
"Ahh..", a loud deep voice echoed. Cile's heart sank and she clutched the necklace over her month in her hands. "Who is there? A girl? Hmm. Oh dear! A villager. Welcome to my adobe, madam." A man approached from the far end of the cave. Then, in an instant, he was in front of her. He opened up her hand, "What a pretty necklace. May I have it?" Cile didn't understand his language. She pulled back on the string toward her and mumbled something in her language. The man, who she could now see had dark purple skin. "Just the emerald please." He tore the emerald from the necklace. "Thank you." Cile fell out of the cave, lost her footing, and her arms were flopping around behind her. She fell off the path and off a cliff...
Cile was dead, or so the villagers thought she was. Cile was in a coma. She'd shattered some of her bones after the fall. Her body was discovered by two kids who had been playing on the mountain side picking herbs during the day. The kids got scared and left her there to get the other people. They hauled her over a hillside which was a graveyard for the village. (Burying the dead was against their beliefs. They believe the sun would pick her up slowly and bit by bit-- though she was decaying.)
That night, she woke up to the awful stench. Her head was pounding and she opened her mouth to yell. Nothing came out. She tried again. Still, nothing. She looked around and wanted to scream when she seen the bodies. The noise and the rustling had brought up a curious sharp ear. It was the purpled skin man. It looked like he was hunting, he had caught little birds and had them tied around his belt. He glanced around looking for the source of the rustling, hoping to find food. They he caught sight of Cile, who's forehead was wrinkled and lips was trembling. "Awwh. Poor girl can't speak. Would she like some buzzards? I'm surprised to see you awake and alive from that fall. Would you likey some bird?" The crazy man bit off the birds head and drank its blood. She blacked out.
The Vampaneze, Denoalan, took her back to the cave. "Miss, miss, miss! Oh thanks, now I have a missy to cook these buzzards for me." Cile was his slave for about a week until one day Denoalan went villager hunting. One of the warriors saw him carry back a villager and followed him to his cave. Later, the next dawning, the warrior came back with more people who came to kill him. Denoalan was getting ready for sleep until he heard the ruckus. He peeked out of his cave and seen the mob coming. He snatched Cile who was still recovering from her injuries and she screamed loud. Denoalan hit her and told her to shut up. The mad Vampaneze sprinted out of the cave into another. He took Cile. Cile was a lost villager girl who'd never been out of the jungle. She stuck to Denoalan. Eventually Denoalan blooded her.
Now, Cile is a Full Vampaneze who works with them. Denoalan is a crazy Vampaneze who was once a Vampet. He departed from the clan and went on being crazy. Cile was left in the hands of the other sane Vampaneze to learn their ways. She is now a Full Vampaneze warrior.
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Age Blooded: 20
Blooded By: Denoalan
Half of Full: Full
Rank: None--Warrior