Post by resina on Jul 19, 2009 18:57:48 GMT -5
Jace Herondale
Alex Pettyfer
This is my life
Age
31
Gender
Male
Species
Shadowhunter
Home town
Idris, currently residing in New York City.
Relationship status
Married
Occupation
Shadowhunter
My strengths and Weaknessess
Physically, Jace is a formidable force. He is one of the most successful shadowhunters in New York. He has salughtered countless demons and very few can stand up to his strength. His main wealness is fear for the safety for his family and friends, especially Clary and Angel, though this fear is lessened as long as there is peace between the Nephilim and the downworlders.
My History
Jace's biological parents, Stephen and Celine Herondale, both died before he was born. As Celine's body drained of life, Valentine cut open her womb and took Jace before he could succumb to death as well. As part of an experiment, Valentine had given Celine Angel's blood while she was pregnant, to test its effects on a baby in order to create a "perfect" Shadowhunter. He raised Jace from infancy as his own son, under the disguise of Michael Wayland, and taught him to be cold and ruthless.
Valentine decided that Jace was too soft and weak to carry on his life's work, and so dumped him off to be raised by the Lightwoods when he was ten, always thinking of him as a "back-up" plan. Jace received his Marks when he was 9 years old and lived at the Institute in New York under Hodge Starkweather's teaching and guidance. He grew to see Alec and Isabelle as his siblings, and fought alongside them as a Shadowhunter.
Jace then met Clary at Pandemonium and discovered that she was in fact a nephilim. Not long after, it is discovered that they are, in fact, siblings - Clary's mother Jocelyn Fairchild, was once married to the Clave's sworn enemy Valentine Morgenstern, who had a boy together before Jocelyn left him (while pregnant) and had Clary. Regardless, Jace cannot help but continue to love Clary. It is not much longer until he believes that he has demon blood in his veins, making him hate himself and explain his love for his 'sister'. He finds out later that it isn't demon's blood, but an angel's.
During the battle in Alicante, Jace learns that Clary isn't his sister, that he was actually the Herondale's son. Sebastian was Clary's true blood brother all along, and Valentine only tricked him into believing otherwise. He finally accepts and embraces his love for Clary, and they are reunited.
Roleplay Sample
Alex Pettyfer
This is my life
Age
31
Gender
Male
Species
Shadowhunter
Home town
Idris, currently residing in New York City.
Relationship status
Married
Occupation
Shadowhunter
My strengths and Weaknessess
Physically, Jace is a formidable force. He is one of the most successful shadowhunters in New York. He has salughtered countless demons and very few can stand up to his strength. His main wealness is fear for the safety for his family and friends, especially Clary and Angel, though this fear is lessened as long as there is peace between the Nephilim and the downworlders.
My History
Jace's biological parents, Stephen and Celine Herondale, both died before he was born. As Celine's body drained of life, Valentine cut open her womb and took Jace before he could succumb to death as well. As part of an experiment, Valentine had given Celine Angel's blood while she was pregnant, to test its effects on a baby in order to create a "perfect" Shadowhunter. He raised Jace from infancy as his own son, under the disguise of Michael Wayland, and taught him to be cold and ruthless.
Valentine decided that Jace was too soft and weak to carry on his life's work, and so dumped him off to be raised by the Lightwoods when he was ten, always thinking of him as a "back-up" plan. Jace received his Marks when he was 9 years old and lived at the Institute in New York under Hodge Starkweather's teaching and guidance. He grew to see Alec and Isabelle as his siblings, and fought alongside them as a Shadowhunter.
Jace then met Clary at Pandemonium and discovered that she was in fact a nephilim. Not long after, it is discovered that they are, in fact, siblings - Clary's mother Jocelyn Fairchild, was once married to the Clave's sworn enemy Valentine Morgenstern, who had a boy together before Jocelyn left him (while pregnant) and had Clary. Regardless, Jace cannot help but continue to love Clary. It is not much longer until he believes that he has demon blood in his veins, making him hate himself and explain his love for his 'sister'. He finds out later that it isn't demon's blood, but an angel's.
During the battle in Alicante, Jace learns that Clary isn't his sister, that he was actually the Herondale's son. Sebastian was Clary's true blood brother all along, and Valentine only tricked him into believing otherwise. He finally accepts and embraces his love for Clary, and they are reunited.
Roleplay Sample
Amore had been stalking him all night, ever since she had left the palace for a feed. And it would seem, luck was on her side tonight. From a shadowed corner in a dark, dingy bar, Amore watched as he, in a drunken stupor, staggered out of the bar, his arms flailing around him. Without a moments thought, Amore followed him out of the bar, trailing behind him some ten metres, making sure to pause and hide every now and then, should he turn to see her following him. Even under the darkness of a Venetian night, Amore’s eyes took notice of the low quality fabric of his clothes, his straight nose and the stubble on his chin, his muscled body and his bronzed skin tone. When Amore opened her mouth to unnecessarily breathe in air, it was rife with his scent, musk of smoke and sweat.
Unable to completely control herself, Amore’s quiet feet journeyed quickly across the rough cobble stones of the street. All the time she followed him, until he came to a bridge. Amore stood afar and gazed, as this peasant boy stood on the peak of the bridge and leant against the railing. His head was downcast and his eyes, which were a wonderful green, watched the waters below him, their waves gently lapping against each other. This was the time, Amore realized, for her to move forward and take him. She could feel in her mouth, her taste buds tickling with the thought of his blood, which she knew would be beyond sweet ecstasy. The mere thought of it sent her almost jogging towards him. Within moments she had reached him, and even less time than that Amore had grasped the back of his white linen shirt and spun him around to face her, pushing him up against the railing.
His eyes widened as he took in the appearance of Amore. In a child’s curiosity he leant forward with widened eyes. His hands aimlessly moved across her, almost as if he could not comprehend the beautiful creature in front of him. His rough fingers tangled in the long curls of her black hair and grabbed at the red and black silk of her bustier dress. He was mesmerized. Pity rose up in Amore, that such an innocent being should have to leave the world. “It’s a small comfort.” She said out loud to the boy. Her hand caressed his neck, moving aside his hair. Amore’s eyes made contact with his. “That I should be the last thing you see.” He nodded in vigorous agreement, though Amore was sure he did not understand what she meant. Without another word, and with his sweet consent, Amore placed her mouth on his neck and bit down hard. The warm liquid, like aged wine rushed out of him immediately, filling her mouth and running down her chin and over her breasts.
When she had finished, Amore dropped him into the water below, his now empty body sinking to the depths. Amore felt herself pout. He had been so beautiful. With a sigh, Amore sat on the bridge, her full skirt billowing around her. Absent mindley, Amore’s fingers traced over the patterns of his blood that ran over her pale skin.
Unable to completely control herself, Amore’s quiet feet journeyed quickly across the rough cobble stones of the street. All the time she followed him, until he came to a bridge. Amore stood afar and gazed, as this peasant boy stood on the peak of the bridge and leant against the railing. His head was downcast and his eyes, which were a wonderful green, watched the waters below him, their waves gently lapping against each other. This was the time, Amore realized, for her to move forward and take him. She could feel in her mouth, her taste buds tickling with the thought of his blood, which she knew would be beyond sweet ecstasy. The mere thought of it sent her almost jogging towards him. Within moments she had reached him, and even less time than that Amore had grasped the back of his white linen shirt and spun him around to face her, pushing him up against the railing.
His eyes widened as he took in the appearance of Amore. In a child’s curiosity he leant forward with widened eyes. His hands aimlessly moved across her, almost as if he could not comprehend the beautiful creature in front of him. His rough fingers tangled in the long curls of her black hair and grabbed at the red and black silk of her bustier dress. He was mesmerized. Pity rose up in Amore, that such an innocent being should have to leave the world. “It’s a small comfort.” She said out loud to the boy. Her hand caressed his neck, moving aside his hair. Amore’s eyes made contact with his. “That I should be the last thing you see.” He nodded in vigorous agreement, though Amore was sure he did not understand what she meant. Without another word, and with his sweet consent, Amore placed her mouth on his neck and bit down hard. The warm liquid, like aged wine rushed out of him immediately, filling her mouth and running down her chin and over her breasts.
When she had finished, Amore dropped him into the water below, his now empty body sinking to the depths. Amore felt herself pout. He had been so beautiful. With a sigh, Amore sat on the bridge, her full skirt billowing around her. Absent mindley, Amore’s fingers traced over the patterns of his blood that ran over her pale skin.
