Indiana Hayes [you rang?]

[Indie Hayes]

Radioactive Spiders and Kryptonite

I think I forgot to breathe


FULL NAME:
Indiana Rebecca Hayes

NICKNAMES:
With a name like Indiana, this girl has heard a lot of nicknames. She prefers Indie though, and anything else will get glared at.

AGE:
She looks sixteen, but she’s really about thirty-four or something like that.

BIRTHDAY:
November seventh

SEXUALIY:
Bi baby

JOB:
Part time student, full time high alert against herself

SPECIES:
Struggling vegetarian vampire

CANON:
No way!


I’m nothing but a human, after all. Nothing special.



GENERAL APPEARANCE:
Standing at a rather unimpressive five foot three inches tall, Indie appears smaller whenever anyone sees her because she’s trying to blend in with the crowd. But since the venom finished its work, that’s kind-of been a little bit impossible. No matter how small she makes herself, she’ll still manage to stand out, what with eyes that can be golden butterscotch one moment and deteriorate to licorice black the next if something too tasty walks by. They manage to draw attention from across the room- it’s a proven fact, as it happened once, somewhere in Ohio.

Frame those show-stopper eyes with long, thick lashes, milky pale skin stretched over high cheekbones and a soft jaw-line, delicately arching eyebrows, a slightly up-turned nose, and full lips, and bada-bind, bada-boom, you’ve got a face worthy of a vampire. Indie still isn’t quite used to looking at herself in a mirror, even though it’s been eighteen years since her face was rearranged for her in a way that most people would want. Her body also changed on her, developing a slim feminine figure that she’d been somewhat lacking as a human.

One thing that didn’t change drastically is her hair, and for that anchor of normalcy, this vampire couldn’t be happier. Sure, the color got a little bit richer and the hair itself got healthier, but it’s still Indie’s either really dark brown or really soft black hair. It still falls just short of her shoulder blades, starting to curl at the ends without any prompting to, with messy side bangs that still fall into her eyes whenever she looks down or the wind blows the wrong way.

Sadly, it’s up to Indie to dress this body, seeing as how she’s being stubborn and making herself go out in public. She chooses to be more on the laid-back end of the fashion scale, with skinny jeans, tees, and hoodies being her main items of choosing. Comfortable over fashionable, in her mind.

MOST LIKED FEATURE:
Her eyes; when she was human, she always wanted her eyes to be a different color. Now the change color on her in the space of a second. It’s almost like a dream come true in the worst kind of way.

MOST HATED FEATURE:
The crescent shaped scar on the right side of her neck. ‘Nuff said.

HERITAGE:
Some mish-mash of countries in Europe; she’s been told Dutch, French, and German, but she just considers herself plain old American.

ETHNICITY:
Caucasian Vampire -nodnod-


You’re not the only vampire I know.



GENERAL PERSONALITY:
A few things you should know about Indie right off the bat are that she’s stubborn when she has to be, rather solitary when she wants, and kind when she feels it’s in her best right to be so. She’s naturally a very nice person, maybe a little sarcastic here and there, but a nice person to know. She can get a little bit temperamental, but what girl can’t at one point or another? It’s in the gender DNA, no matter what species.

Indie is a bit of a nerd without being a nerd, if the makes sense, preferring her company to be books than other living creature any day. When she does happen to choose living company over her written friends, she’s actually quite quiet. She’s more of a listener than a talker, and a good listener at that, nodding at all of the right places and saying the right things at the appropriate times. Whenever she does talk, she usually thinks about what she says before she says it because she doesn’t want it to come out wrong. She’s one of the sweetest people on earth; she just has a habit for being in the right place at the wrong time.

Generally a laid-back, if not happy vampire, not a lot of things bring Indie down. One thing that will automatically bring her mood down though is numerous other vampires. As you’ve already gathered, she isn’t social, so the numerous part just makes her know something bad is going down. The fact that it’s vampires makes her skin crawl. The whole bitten-by-a-vampire-thing just hasn’t washed out of her system yet, I suppose. So numerous vampires just makes her wants to turn tail and run like the wind and never look back. She’s only now beginning to realize that Forks was not the place to turn with this dislike in her artillery.

HOBBIES:
Reading, listening to music, wandering aimless/ skulking (whichever way you prefer to see it)

DISLIKES:
Warm temperatures, too much noise, really loud noises, people who never shut up, having to be social, anything that smells like strawberries (especially if it isn’t supposed to, i.e. a person), having someone sneak up on her, and other vampires

LIKES:
Rain, English class, the smell of paper, anything glittery, sparkly, or shiny, the sound on wind howling through the trees, taking life slow, Harry Potter, The Mortal Instruments, The Lord of the Rings, and various other books

FEARS:
That she’ll slip up, running into someone she knows (except now they’d be all big, bad, and grown up), small spaces- yes, a claustrophobic vampire

SECRETS:
Psh! What’s the point of having secrets if you’re just going to go and tell them to the world?!


We can’t all be freakishly strong.



GENERAL HISTORY:
On the last day of the first week of November, a little girl was born to Maria and Ryland Hayes in the lovely little state of Rhode Island. The two proud parents decided to name their daughter Indiana Rebecca, who to this day still has no idea what possessed her parents to give her such a horrible first name. Especially since neither of them has been to the state of Indiana. Her theory is that they were major Indiana Jones fans, and had been hoping for a boy. Then when they had a girl, they decided to stick with the original game plan, not expecting to have a boy only two years after Indiana was born. Since the name Indiana was already taken- and they couldn’t possibly give both of their children the same name- they dubbed their son Dillon.

As far as childhoods go, Indiana had a very normal one. There was no suddenly finding out that she was a witch at the age of eleven via having an army of owls trying to get her acceptance letter to her. No sudden quest to destroy a seemingly harmless knick-knack that in all actuality could control the fate of the world popped up on her to do list at any point or time. And no time around her sixteenth birthday did she start to see fairies or goblins or things that were supposed to only exist in fairy tales. The only interesting aspects of her life were parents who bickered like they’d been married for fifty years, not only about ten, a little brother whose main goal in life was to annoy her every second he could spare, and school, school, and more school. Nothing all that far out of the norm.

When her seventeenth birthday was on the horizon appeared on the horizon is when things started to get a little fishy. Or maybe vampire-y is the more correct term? After some persisting from one of her close friends, Indie went against her better judgment and snuck away to a college party at Brown University that said friend had gotten an invite to. Her family was gone for the week on some “family emergency” that apparently wasn’t so drastic that they had to drag Indie from finals week, so she was home alone. They’d never find out. What could go wrong?

Being from the town of Providence, which pretty much took up all of Rhode Island, it didn’t take all that long to get to Brown, and sneaking in wasn’t nearly as hard as it should have been. Looking back on it, Indie had to admit that the party itself was actually a blast. Though, every now and then she did get the feeling that she was being watched; every time she’d turn and try and find out who was watching her and not find anyone. At around two in the morning she and her friend stumbled home, thinking the worst thing they’d have to deal with in the next twenty-four hours would be a trig final. That wasn’t true, in Indie’s case.

As soon as she trudged back into her room, not even bothering to be quiet, she found someone waiting there for her. He looked so out of place in her blue and brown room, that she just stood there, slumped against the door frame, and blinked stupidly at him. He didn’t say anything- it probably would have been worse if he did, because she would have been fooled for a second that he was some charming guy who had no intention of hurting her.

You don’t need to know any details about what happened next. He bit her, dun dun dun. For some reason that she’s still not entirely sure about, he didn’t kill her, but instead fled.

When she woke up, Indie just thought it was a really crazy dream caused by some unknown substance that someone had spiked the drink with. The burning in the back of her throat told her it was otherwise. She let out a string of profanities worthy of one of the wraths of hell before getting to her feet and bolting for the window. Thank God it was night time, because as she discovered some time later, she freaking sparkled in the sunlight. Just what she always wanted; to be a shiny reflective porcelain doll.

In that first year she did some things that she’s not proud of. After that, she tried just staying away from humans. No go. But, while attempting that, she stumbled upon another idea which wasn’t as appealing to the taste buds, but leagues more so to her conscience: drinking from animals. It’s not as easy as it should be to stick to the diet, but she’s trying. As long as she doesn’t attack another human, she’ll be proud of herself.

FAMILY:
“Oh, them? Them?” Indie asked, blinking once in surprise. “It’s been eighteen years. You really think I’ve kept in touch when all they found was a bunch of blood in my room?” She crossed her arms over her chest self-consciously, averting her gaze to the side. She would not let her mind drift back to her loving parents who, despite their recurring qualms, raised her and her little brother to the best of their ability. “I’m sure they’d be so happy to have me just show up at their door- if they even still live in Rhode Island!- and have me tell them ‘Why, yes! Silly me! I forgot to tell you that I was still alive, and that I haven’t been aging because I’m a vampire! Not to worry, though! I don’t suck people’s blood; I only massacre animals with enough force that I could be an animal myself.’” Her gaze settled back on the other vampire. To say the least, Indiana did not look pleased with the topic of discussion. “I’m so sure that that would go over well.” Sarcasm dripped heavily from her voice, adding a bitter edge to her usually happy tone.


Stupid, thieving, annoying vampire!



ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:

Had it been any other person, Mars probably would have stuck her tongue out and told them to go find some other place to sit because she’d already claimed this spot, so tough shit for them. Or if she was too lazy to bother telling them off, she’d let the simple action of a middle finger do the job for her. Either way, she would have clearly indicated that she had absolutely no intention of moving when she’d been there first. That was just the Mars way to react to being told to move. Or, if some thick beverage was available, dumping that on the move-insisters head. But that was a story for another time and another place.

But as it so happened, this wasn’t any other person. This was Edward Plant telling her to move- and advancing toward her like he had no qualms about pushing her off the bench if she refused to move. Right now, she didn’t feel like finding out if he lived up to his unnerving- yet strangely impressive- reputation. So she shot him a glare for the damn sarcasm- she only liked the tone when it was her own voice using it- and sat up with a fluidity that shouldn’t have come in her groggy state. She folded her legs under herself in what most people referred to as “Indian-style”, and clasped her hands in her lap, but not before picking off a string of fuzz from her green tank top. Anything to make the process slower than it had to be so it would grind on his nerves.

She almost wished that he’d pushed her feet aside so that she could nudge in him in the ribs with the toe of her shoe, or maybe just come right around and drape her legs over his lap immediately after pushing the limbs off. Any other guy she knew wouldn’t have minded either action. But, as we’ve already established, this wasn’t any other guy.

“I’m so very sorry, your highness.” she sneered, her eyes dark with dislike. Though they were in the same clique, she’d never had the honor of running into him prior to this very moment, and already he was rubbing her the wrong way. It was probably his snarky, stuck-up tone. It sure as hell wasn’t his dark features- she found those appealing rather than unnerving, even if they were all distorted into a miffed expression. “But there’s plenty of room for you,” -and your ego, she added to herself- “so sit you Godfather-ified ass down before I lay back down.” Did she have a death wish? Possibly.

-from something on the surface- TAG: edward on Windsor Academy. I only just now realized that the other person’s name is Edward and it’s not even a Twilight related sight. XP



You… bit a pillow? Why?



NAME:
I prefer Ron (long story!)

AGE:
Fifteen

GENDER:
Le fem

YEARS ROLEPLAYING:
It’ll be three in August

LOCATION:
Ohio

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