Yvette Swanson

Here you will find some sample posts I've written as Yvette. This is just to give you an idea of what you can expect when roleplaying with her.

The sound of machinery whirring was almost deafening in this space. A dungeon of sorts that appeared to look more like a cave than anything else. Rocky formations that made up the cavern that spread above everything interrupted by large obsidian black pieces of technology and machinery that stuck out from the natural landscape like a sore thumb. This round room was dominated by this large machines, four large pillars that made a circle in the middle of the room. Arms extended up across the ceiling before lowering themselves down into tendrils that appeared to be fitted with extremely sharp pointed needles.

Huge cables littered across the floor, obvious tripping hazards as they were just laid one over the other, the jumbled mess impossible to follow as they plugged into various mechanisms. There was what looked like a hospital bed, elongated and placed perfectly in the middle of the room. Strapped down to that table was the body of a man, naked and shivering as large straps held him down across his chest, over his wrists and his ankles. His golden yellow eyes were wide with terror and it was obvious from the clanking sounds that he was continuously trying to fight against his restraints.

“My my, a bit squirmy, aren’t we?” Came the high pitched voice of a woman with Snow White hair. She popped up from where she had been beneath the table, most definitely tightening the restraints. Her thin lips pulled into a maniacal sort of smile as she looked down at him, the fear and horror in his face sending shivers down her spine. A laugh bubbled from her throat, cold and deadly as she loomed over him, bending to rest her forehead against his. Her hair cascaded around them like a waterfall. She could feel him trembling and feel the sweat that had collected across his skin. “I wouldn’t worry about it too much. Try all you like,” she cooed to him in a downright dark voice, her gloved hands caressing the side of his head in almost a loving manner. “Those restraints aren’t going to go anywhere.”

Just as soon as she found herself in that loving sort of embrace, she pulled back and delivered a hard and quick slap right across his face which shot to the side with the force. She laughed as started to climb on top of the table, much to the man’s absolute terror. She climbed on top of him, straddling his body as he looked down at him with her prismatic eyes, eyes that were a sort of illuminated pearlescent color. “Are you going to behave?” She asked him, voice dripping with malice as her eyes narrowed, gazing at him from under her thick white lashes.

“Yes, yes!” The man breathed out, barely even able to speak. His chest was rising and falling so fast, eyes wide and confused, overly concerned with what this woman was planning.

Rumors surrounded this small white haired woman. Rumors that she would split you open while you were alive to just poke around in your insides and watch you squirm. “Then tell me, why did you kill not one, but three vampires in order to save a human?” She produced what looked like a remote from a pocket in her coat, part of the uniform that was worn by the Vampire Royal Empire. The remote in question appeared to have one large button and a whole bunch of smaller ones though nothing was labeled. She tilted her head as she spoke, pressing a button the remote that caused one of the extensions with a pointy needle extending off of it to lower itself closer to his face, the tip almost poking into his right cheek.

“I-It was an accident, I swear!” He called out, voice cracking beneath the sheer stress that the fear was causing him. His eyes were caught trying to see the needle that had moved by his face, his entire body shaking beneath her.

Without hesitation, Yvette bent down and sunk her teeth, each one razor sharp like a shark’s into his flesh on his right side. The man screamed out in pain, a fact Yvette didn’t even seem to register. She drank his blood for a moment before reeling back and spitting the crimson liquid she had in her mouth back onto his pale skin, staining his chest with its color. “You are a liar! Good god what the hell is wrong with you?!” The woman was incensed, her lips stained red from his blood as her eyes looked at him with all of the disgust in the world. She quickly scurried up his body, staining her white pants with the blood she smeared across his chest. She gripped her hands into his hair and yanked his head back against the table, causing the man to whine and whimper again. “I was over here playing nice, and this is how you are going to repay me? I hadn’t done anything to you yet and you are going to lie to me?! I hate liars.”

She snarled down at him, nearly spitting the words out all over his face with how angry she was. Almost as if a switch was flipped inside of her again she shrugged her shoulders and got off of his body, resorting to standing next to him. The panting the man was doing seemed to lax a bit as he thought perhaps he had gotten through the worst of it. She sighed softly and shook her head, giving him a saddened look as if he had truly broken her heart. “Oh well, I guess it can’t be helped. There is something else I hate more than liars. Do you know what that is?” She asked him lifting the remote into the air. Her thumb seemed to be outlining a button, tracing its shape over and over again.

The man began to pant again, the shaking increasing as she began to circle him, walking around him as she looked down at him. “N-No. What do you hate more?” Though his voice was shaking horribly he probably thought that if he made her happy he could get out of this unscathed.

“Disgusting pieces of filth such as yourself,” she answered with as much venom as one person could spit, stopping to stand right in front of his head to loom over him again, casting shadows over his face. “Vampires who sympathize or even love them should be put out of their misery. How could you possibly betray your kind like that? They are nothing but food. Sheep, if you will. You have sullied the vampire blood with your filth.” While she hurled insults after him her face was twisted into a look of absolute disdain, but once she was done speaking she seemed to smile once again though this smile was absolutely chilling. “I think some purification is in order.” She cooed to him.

“No! No! Please, I’m sorry! I can be reformed! Wait!” The man was pleading with her. His cries falling on deaf ears, but definitely bringing her so much pleasure. She grinned at him before pushing the button on the remote and all of the needles descended upon him at once. They stuck into every available inch of flesh that they could before starting to pump the holy water into his veins. His screaming quickly drowned out the sounds of the machines, only to be overpowered by the maniacal laughter that was erupting from Yvette.