Russo, Heidi

Russo, Heidi May 23, 2009 10:05:05 GMT -5

Post by Heidi Russo on May 23, 2009 10:05:05 GMT -5

Radioactive Spiders and Kryptonite

I think I forgot to breathe

FULL NAME: Heidi Russo
NICKNAMES: Fisher or Bait
AGE: appears 24 is really 571
BIRTHDAY: july 5 th
SEXUALIY: straight
JOB: luring pray for the volturi
SPECIES: vampire
CANON: yes

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

GENERAL APPEARANCE:

Heidi’s hair usually hangs in loose mahogany curls past her shoulders. Her eyes are violet some think it is down to contacts but no one really knows and Heidi won’t discuss it. Her violet eyes, framed by luscious long lashes, have an oriental hint to them and look almost cat like. Makeup is kept to a minimum mainly because it’s not needed but on occasion she will put on a cherry red lipstick.

Her clothes vary depending on her mood but usually involve a short dress or skirt. Heidi is not fond of jeans for many reasons so it is a rarity to see her in them or any trousers for that matter. She has perfect legs and she’s not afraid to show them off. Of course she only dresses in designer and like any other woman has a particular love for shoes. No matter what year, decade or century Heidi will be up to date with fashion.

MOST LIKED FEATURE: Her long hair and her long legs
MOST HATED FEATURE:She wont admit it but she hates her crimson eyes. She makes up for it by wearing blue contacts that make her eyes appear violet.
HERITAGE: French
ETHNICITY:

You’re not the only vampire I know.

GENERAL PERSONALITY:

Heidi was a happy go lucky adventurous loving and sweet young girl with all the promise of life ahead of her but that changed the day she turned. Since her “death” Heidi has become sarcastic and unpredictable often leaving mid conversation with out warning. She finds it hard to trust others other than the volturi and if she did not have such a silky voice could come across quite rude. Once a very family orientated person Heidi now can’t stand to be around them not knowing how to react and not wanting others to see her weakness.

Deep down, once Heidi has lifted the spiteful, self centred wall that she hides behind, she is really quite sensitive and loving. She loves being the centre of attention and is a natural show off. She is not the shoulder to cry on and the worst one for advice, the advice she gives to others never works out for the good. Heidi very rarely forgives those who have done her wrong and if she does you better pray to god she doesn’t change her mind. When it comes to love Heidi would miss it if it was staring her in the face which seems odd considering her gift with desire. She is relentless when it comes to getting her own way and will use her gift to get it.

HOBBIES: Fishing( for humans) Art and Music, Travailing
DISLIKES:

Small talk
Fire
Being left alone for long periods of time
Not getting her own way
Solitude
The smell of Fish
Heat waves
Being looked down on
Crying babies

LIKES:

Music
family-volturi
Unity and loyalty
Surprises of the good kind
The smell of damp pine trees
Dusk
The adrenaline that comes with risking your life
Long walks
Rain
Tourists

FEARS:

Heidi is also afraid that she might never fall in love. She has such high standards and is easily bored that she thinks no man will ever grab her attention and keep it. Heidi can not stand solitude and the though of living eternity on her own terrifies her. Loosing her place with the volturi would devastate her and with out them she has nothing.

SECRETS: She hasn’t told any one about her pas ( the fact she was married or her family).

We can’t all be freakishly strong.

GENERAL HISTORY:
Heidi’s family was more or less a typical poor old English family. Her father owned a small plot of land just out side of a small Village of Null where they had a few pigs and attempted to grow some wheat which the family used to bake bread for the market. From an early age, for as long as Heidi can remember, Heidi and her elder sister Helena helped their mother with the bread making. Every morning at down they had to rise and start the fire collect grind the wheat in to flower and so on. Being the younger of the two sisters, Heidi was usually sent on the water run. Every day she would go back and forward from there small mill to the Village well collecting bucket after bucket of water until she was physically worn out and could not lift a finger.

Though she had many friends from her own village and the nearby village, in the Bellman household Heidi was very much second best. She did not get the attention that a first born gets and her mother had no time to baby her like a second child should be. This does not mean she wasn’t loved. Both her mother and her father gave as much love as they could but most of there time and energy went in to pulling enough money together to live. As most families in Null the Bellman house was hit badly by Illness that seemed to come and go every other year. When Heidi was only 6 years old her mother whilst pregnant fell ill and sadly had a miscarriage and died. Being to “young” to understand Heidi was never told about her almost baby brother.

As the two sisters grew older they grew apart in both friendship and likeness. Helena was obedient and caring, dropping anything to go help her father where as Heidi neglected her chores to go off and do her own thing. She spoke back and turned on the armature dramatics at least once a day. Heidi also wasn’t to keen on learning to read and had to be almost tied to a chair so that her Father could run through the alphabet. She soon grew to resent Helena who had become her fathers little pet. The two girls where opposites and there was never much hope in them ever getting along.

Helena, 4 years older than Heidi, was married at 16 and moved with her husband down south. Heidi was left to do both her own work and her sisters making the resentment between her and Helena grow even stronger. Heidi longed to live in town where every thing happened, where every day there was some new drama and every Wednesday the traders came with cloths and fabrics to sell. Helena was there living in the centre of it while Heidi was stuck in the smelly old town of Null rotting away doing nothing but bake bread and collect water.

When Heidi was 15 years old her father fell in to terrible debt after a drunken night gambling down the local tavern. Since the death of his wife he had become uninterested and neglectful of his youngest daughter but at last he could see a use for her. He agreed with the gambler to pay of the debt buy offering his daughters hand in marriage. Heidi was not please and attempted to run away several times but when you live in an isolated little town of less than 100 your chances are slim. They where married a week later in a ceremony that only 4 attended.

She lives a life of beatings and verbal abuse until that could December night she met her end. Heidi had been walking to the local Inn to collect her drunken husband when some one pulled her in to the shadow. The shadowed figure was impossibly strong and broke her wrist as he dragged her out of the light. Before she knew what was going on he was at her wrist breaking through the skin with his teeth. To her extreme luck a doctor opened her door and the figure fled. The poor doctor tried his best to help the screaming Heidi but he was powerless and then a few short hours later his kindness was “repaid” when the new Heidi awoke and took his life.

Heidi never found the vampire that changed her but the volturi found her. She was working in France picking off rich noble men and diplomats. To her it was a game. She would use her new found talent to make the poor men fall in love with her and then once alone kill them. The volturi saw her potential instantly and accepted their request to join them instantly.

FAMILY: ~~Father, David Bellman Sister, Helena Bellman white Husband, Finnin Isgar~~

Stupid, thieving, annoying vampire!

ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:

Before the change.

It was a bright blue sky morning in Null’s marketplace. Many of the traders and merchants were already bustling about there stalls and wagon. Two short stout fish merchants were arguing loudly with clenched fists until they where red in the face. Apparently one was bad mouthing the others stock and putting his businesses in jeopardy. Passer-by’s and other traders barely took notice of their squabble. These two fish merchants where notorious for there bickering.

Heidi was up early. Finnin had not come home, again. It wasn't uncommon for Finnin not to come home after a night of drinking and Heidi was sure he had found him self a lovely little wench to spend the night with. Of course there is nothing she could do about it she couldn't complain because he wouldn't listen and she had tried to leave dozens of times but was always caught. Heidi didn't have the natural luck her husband seemed to have and she hated him for it.

It was that hat that spurred her to take his money to the market that day and buy something ridiculously ugly and large to infuriate him with when he returned home. The Market place was filed with all sorts of odd and ugly things but Heidi was determined to find just the right object that would hit the nerve.

"Can I interest you in hand woven rug from the south made by monks who drink only water to kept hem selves pure."

Heidi shook her head indifferently as she passed by with out a glance at the dark curly moustache trader with a stall filled with other world looking goods. She was looking for something huge and metallic. An unattractive spindly rocking chair or possible a tacky looking horse statue would be perfect just as long as it was something that would hurt considerably if thrown.

Something hard hit Heidi sharply in her side as she rounded a busy cornier. Bright shining stars clouded her vision and for a split second she was temporarily deaf. The thin woven shawl slipped from Heidi shoulder and flouted lightly down to the dry dusty ground where it was instantly trampled on by a heavy shopper.

“Watch it,” Heidi grumbled tetchily. The dust that was kicked up by walking shoppers stung her eyes as she blinked down at the ground searching for her dusty shawl which had now turned from a lovely creamy white to a disgusting brown.

You… bit a pillow? Why?

NAME: Picca
AGE:19
GENDER: female
YEARS ROLEPLAYING: a year or 2
LOCATION: scotland
HOW DID YOU FIND US: not to sure actually…

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