Post by Alyssa Compton on Sept 26, 2009 21:23:50 GMT -5
{ alyssa celina compton }
{ name } alyssa celina compton
{ age } twenty five
{ sexuality } straight
{ gender } female
{ hero, villian, neutral, non-power } non-power
{ play-by} nina dobrev
{ likes }
>> nikos
>> cooking
>> working
{ dislikes }
>> nikos
>> bad smells
>> sara's girlfriend cypriss. =]
{ personality }
alyssa is truly one of the most sweetest people. she is very loving-- and loyal, but once her trust is broken, it's never coming back.
{ roleplay sample }Passion like this was so hard to come by, hiding beneath the dark trenches of the oceans, beneath the cold layers of the ground, or perhaps in the bosom of the clouds above. Nothing of this intensity had filled the empty coarses of her veins before; the blood that ran softly through her veins, following a long road of cells letting them mingle with one another, was now a raging mass of waves. There was literally a tsunami reigning in the depths of her stomach as she kissed him—her stomach winding itself into knots as she felt his lips savaging hers. Alyssa had expected this from him nothing more, yes the kiss was brilliant and Alyssa could feel it’s effects everywhere in her body, but—it wasn’t like the way she was used to being kissed. There was no feeling there, yes there was passion—just something was missing from it—it seemed as if Nikos was roused by just the idea of kissing her—and nothing more, and truthfully speaking Alyssa couldn’t blame him—for there was nothing between them, to her he was nothing more than a patient and to him--- well either she was pray—or whatever sadistic name he would have in his dictionary for her.
The kiss was beginning to dwindle down, the harshness of his lips against her stilled slowly and Alyssa thought he was going to pull away, her eyes opened for a fraction of a second taking in the green eyes, and for some odd reason her knees felt weaker than she had ever known. The intensity of his eyes were so strong she couldn’t break from his gaze, they were slowly ripping through her insides and filling her with this aching want that she had never felt before. It seemed as if the small dust particles of the wind were slowly circling them, wrapping them in a tighter embrace, her heart was beating so fast, ready to break free from her chest and run away—the ground was moving and everything was just mingling together in one giant mass of matter. When or how she felt his lips upon him once more she didn’t know, but everything stood still again, the dizziness stilled, and she was held together by the softness of her lips and the way it moved so softly against hers, massaging her lips in a fresh reign of freedom. This was so unlike the other kiss that they had shared previously. Alysssa’s heart was more than ready to beat right out of her chest, she was so infatuated at the moment, nothing else processed in her mind but him.
Hands, so rough and smooth tantalized her being as they stroked her sides. Never had Alyssa felt like this, she had kissed many times before, in fact when she was dating Sean—she had kissed quite a lot, but it was nothing compared to this thing—this wonderful kiss she was receiving from a man who was supposed to be worse than satan himself. She groaned softly into his mouth and kissed him back as sweetly and softly as he was doing her, this was something—so beautiful—yet a deep part inside of her knew how wrong it was to allow such a filthy man to kiss her like this. It seemed like an enterity before he slowly tore his lips away from her, opening his eyes and allowing them to meet with her own. The hazy wave of this—sudden attraction was still surrounding them, making him unable to let go of her. The proximity between them lessened and still they were holding each other—Alyssa couldn’t seem to break her gaze from him, it seemed to be eating her up inside. Her breathing was heavy as she tried to do something—perhaps back away from him or something—like removing her hands from his own. But the moment she watched his lips curl into a smile, she felt something stir inside her; the wave of passion that had momentarily left reared its head again, a radient smile broke through her face, and he guided his hand to where his heart was, and closing her eyes she felt the rapid beating. Alyssa would have done the same if she hadn’t had any breasts.
Alyssa’s lips parted slightly wanting to close the distance between them again, but she knew just how dangerous that was. She was a healer and he was a serial killer, there was no way the two should ever kiss ever again. The resolve and strength that it took to break away from him was unfathomable—it literally tore her to pieces, but she had to remind herself that Nikos was just her experiment, he was nothing more. He wasn’t even a man, he was a monster, he couldn’t love. The hypocrital thoughts ran through her head and she felt horrible for giving him those words of hope, when she didn’t believe it herself. It took her a while to gather herself and she fully broke away from him. The loss of his warmth made her fill up with this horrible aura of coldness and Alyssa visibly shivered. “Mr. Vincit,” the fact that she had gone back to using his last name again wasn’t lost on her. “It seems as if you are perfectly capable of human emotions. If you wish to reunite with your humane self once more, I would seriously suggest that you see me for some consoling. You can owl my secretary and she can give you all the details.” Cold words escaped her mouth, holding none of the warmth she had in them before, it hurt her to do this, but what else could she possibly do? Allow herself to kiss and mingle with a man who killed for a living. Alyssa was smarter than that—yet—she had a distant feeling, somewhere in the pit of her stomach that these words had done damage to him rather than good, well—she would find out soon enough.Passion like this was so hard to come by, hiding beneath the dark trenches of the oceans, beneath the cold layers of the ground, or perhaps in the bosom of the clouds above. Nothing of this intensity had filled the empty coarses of her veins before; the blood that ran softly through her veins, following a long road of cells letting them mingle with one another, was now a raging mass of waves. There was literally a tsunami reigning in the depths of her stomach as she kissed him—her stomach winding itself into knots as she felt his lips savaging hers. Alyssa had expected this from him nothing more, yes the kiss was brilliant and Alyssa could feel it’s effects everywhere in her body, but—it wasn’t like the way she was used to being kissed. There was no feeling there, yes there was passion—just something was missing from it—it seemed as if Nikos was roused by just the idea of kissing her—and nothing more, and truthfully speaking Alyssa couldn’t blame him—for there was nothing between them, to her he was nothing more than a patient and to him--- well either she was pray—or whatever sadistic name he would have in his dictionary for her.
The kiss was beginning to dwindle down, the harshness of his lips against her stilled slowly and Alyssa thought he was going to pull away, her eyes opened for a fraction of a second taking in the green eyes, and for some odd reason her knees felt weaker than she had ever known. The intensity of his eyes were so strong she couldn’t break from his gaze, they were slowly ripping through her insides and filling her with this aching want that she had never felt before. It seemed as if the small dust particles of the wind were slowly circling them, wrapping them in a tighter embrace, her heart was beating so fast, ready to break free from her chest and run away—the ground was moving and everything was just mingling together in one giant mass of matter. When or how she felt his lips upon him once more she didn’t know, but everything stood still again, the dizziness stilled, and she was held together by the softness of her lips and the way it moved so softly against hers, massaging her lips in a fresh reign of freedom. This was so unlike the other kiss that they had shared previously. Alysssa’s heart was more than ready to beat right out of her chest, she was so infatuated at the moment, nothing else processed in her mind but him.
Hands, so rough and smooth tantalized her being as they stroked her sides. Never had Alyssa felt like this, she had kissed many times before, in fact when she was dating Sean—she had kissed quite a lot, but it was nothing compared to this thing—this wonderful kiss she was receiving from a man who was supposed to be worse than satan himself. She groaned softly into his mouth and kissed him back as sweetly and softly as he was doing her, this was something—so beautiful—yet a deep part inside of her knew how wrong it was to allow such a filthy man to kiss her like this. It seemed like an enterity before he slowly tore his lips away from her, opening his eyes and allowing them to meet with her own. The hazy wave of this—sudden attraction was still surrounding them, making him unable to let go of her. The proximity between them lessened and still they were holding each other—Alyssa couldn’t seem to break her gaze from him, it seemed to be eating her up inside. Her breathing was heavy as she tried to do something—perhaps back away from him or something—like removing her hands from his own. But the moment she watched his lips curl into a smile, she felt something stir inside her; the wave of passion that had momentarily left reared its head again, a radient smile broke through her face, and he guided his hand to where his heart was, and closing her eyes she felt the rapid beating. Alyssa would have done the same if she hadn’t had any breasts.
Alyssa’s lips parted slightly wanting to close the distance between them again, but she knew just how dangerous that was. She was a healer and he was a serial killer, there was no way the two should ever kiss ever again. The resolve and strength that it took to break away from him was unfathomable—it literally tore her to pieces, but she had to remind herself that Nikos was just her experiment, he was nothing more. He wasn’t even a man, he was a monster, he couldn’t love. The hypocrital thoughts ran through her head and she felt horrible for giving him those words of hope, when she didn’t believe it herself. It took her a while to gather herself and she fully broke away from him. The loss of his warmth made her fill up with this horrible aura of coldness and Alyssa visibly shivered. “Mr. Vincit,” the fact that she had gone back to using his last name again wasn’t lost on her. “It seems as if you are perfectly capable of human emotions. If you wish to reunite with your humane self once more, I would seriously suggest that you see me for some consoling. You can owl my secretary and she can give you all the details.” Cold words escaped her mouth, holding none of the warmth she had in them before, it hurt her to do this, but what else could she possibly do? Allow herself to kiss and mingle with a man who killed for a living. Alyssa was smarter than that—yet—she had a distant feeling, somewhere in the pit of her stomach that these words had done damage to him rather than good, well—she would find out soon enough.
