Post by silence on Sept 9, 2009 17:06:21 GMT -5
I think I forgot to breathe...
FULL NAME: Stephanie Décembre-grave
NICKNAMES: Stef, December, Stefy
AGE: I've been 23 for 626 years
BIRTHDAY: The 1st of June
SEXUALIY: Femme-fetale
JOB: Secretary for her human mask, investor for her financial needs.
SPECIES: Vampire-esse
I’m nothing but a human, after all. Nothing special.
GENERAL APPEARANCE: Stephanie has a pretty face, like most vampires. It is fierce and pixie-ish, with sharp eyes that are a bit narrow and are almost neon red. Her nose is relatively small, but it isn't sharp. Her lips are thin and pale, even for an immortal. She has very light blond hair that glows gold in the sunlight and hangs in short tousled layers to the middle of her back. She's very short and stocky, but that doesn't diminish her speed or strength: due to her feral nature, she is much quicker than one would expect.
MOST LIKED FEATURE: Her fighting talent; she was around during the vampire wars of the South and was even fought over by many coven leaders.
SPECIAL VAMPIRE ATTRIBUTE: Stephanie is more instinct-oriented than most vampires. She is thirstier and more feral, but her basic five senses are also heightened. She is also more likely to kill, and she is more easily angered.
MOST HATED FEATURE: Her too-big attitude, how easily she is distracted, and her quick mood changes.
HERITAGE: French and Czech.
ETHNICITY: White as snow.
You’re not the only vampire I know.
GENERAL PERSONALITY: Steph is a quick, intimidating little girl. She's dangerously bold, though when she strikes she's not in much danger herself. Though she's learned to hone her exaggerated instincts to a fine point through her experiences in the Southern Territory Wars, she still has trouble reining them in sometimes. She has strong opinions that she's quick to voice, and though others may talk about her behind her back they don't usually dare diss her to her face. Steph prefers to be with humans: though the bloodlust is almost overwhelming at times, it's easier to deal with than her desire to kill that overly-mouthy vamp. She doesn't track humans...instead, she stalks the bloodsuckers that make her mad. She can be a good friend to shyer, calmer creatures though, because they don't interfere with her deadly attitude as much.
HOBBIES: Tracking and hunting, and flaunting her vampiric abilities just a bit with the humans.
DISLIKES: Food (hanging with humans means she oft is forced to eat it), townhouses, stupid or obnoxious people.
LIKES: Being the best, smart-ass remarks, being bold and letting her inner vampire out.
FEARS: That her record will catch up to her, and she'll eventually come up against a stronger immortal and be killed.
SECRETS: Anything supernatural, her past and (with other vampires) the fact that she hangs out with humans. Her record; others can only guess how many she has torn apart and burned.
We can’t all be freakishly strong.
GENERAL HISTORY: Stephanie became a supernatural when she went off on her own for the first time. She was caught on a deserted road by a starving vampire, who couldn't resist her scent but who was forced to leave his kill when a carriage nearly ran them both over. The driver stopped and rescued Stephanie, and after three days of torturous pain she awoke and killed her savior's wife out of bloodlust. Though Steph's guilt never did set in, she had the sense to escape before she was caught and killed. As she traveled, whole towns were sucked dry before she learned to control herself. By that day, she was being hunted by the Volturi, and she came to the New World to start anew. Through the Revolution and Civil War she explored the Americas, and found herself in Mexico during the Territory Wars of the South. Stephanie fought well through those, but she soon bored of the whole institution. She began again in Seattle because of the minute amount of sunshine and calmer lifestyles, and she became fast friends with several of the human populace. She hasn't left since.
FAMILY: Sophie and Frank Décembre-grave, parents; Lily Décembre-grave, sister. All deceased.
Stupid, thieving, annoying vampire!
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE: Streetlights sizzled in the distance, close to the pier. The metallic buzz of their electricity singed saltily through my nostrils. The dock was busy, even at night; the humans ate raw fish and rice, and talked about their various qualms and accomplishments. I stood silently by myself, three blocks away, and listened to them preach. The occasional passerby would clomp noisily past me, and I would glare at them with my ornately carved features, an angry god looking down upon misbehaving mortals. Truthfully I could hardly resist the luscious tangs their heated bodies omitted, but a glare would do. I had other things to do than hunt weak passerby.
A scream echoed through my consciousness, piercing my concentration. This howl of fright was not so far away, and I relished the thought of an easy chase. I could kill attacker and victim in a matter of seconds. I rushed off, barely humanizing my pace.
The two humans I chased were hidden alone in a dark back alley, lined with high concrete walls and shaded by flat metallic rain roofs. The gutters overflowed onto the concrete here, and rats shivered behind barrels of fish guts. Two people stood at the end of the alley: a female in a short loose dress and a man in a leather jacket. Both hearts squelched strongly, though the female's jarred quicker against her ribs. The man, who was black and burly, had his arms around the trembling girl and was holding her skirt above his head like an umbrella. He smiled lustily and leaned into her breasts, grasping her bra almost desperately and yanking it off with a snap. The female gasped in fright, and her ruffled hair shivered in time with her thudding heart.
I grinned. I would kill them both, of course, but I would allow the woman to live just a bit longer. Give her the satisfaction of a savior. I snarled involuntarily, stirring the air with my feral purr. The man and woman started at the sudden sound, and now the male's heart began to thud too. But I wasn't supposed to hear that.
"You here to get me, girl? I'll be done here in a sec, don't you go nowhere now, you hear that girl?" He acted as if I wanted him to fuck me, but even if I didn't his threat to chase me down was clear in his words. He had to look strong, even on his deathbed. I cackled at my pity for his weakness.
"I don't want your love, you fucking bastard. I want your blood, and I want it now." My voice struck out...it was electric on this night. I smiled at his face, suddenly unsure as it was. He frowned, his brow muddled by the liquor, drugs and fear I could smell on him. He looked hard at me, and the girl in his muscled cage cowered away from both of us. I stared at him and heard his breathing stutter at my gaze...red isn't a common color for human orbs. Grinning wickedly and showing my teeth, I crouched to spring.
____________________________________
I left the alley when both my victims were burned and bloodless, my eyes a daring crimson. My friends would be waiting for me to meet them at the theater for the latest horror flick. I wasn't interested in the film, but their human fascination in darkness and death did amuse me. I could hear all the way to the office box now, and Peter's mouthwatering scent faintly pulled at my inner bloodlust. Theresa's pacing pounded noisily upon the pavement, getting louder each step I took. I went at a quick human dash, and soon reached the theater. We went in then, to watch the 'scariest film of the year'. At least that's what they thought.
You… bit a pillow? Why?
NAME: Katelyn Nienaber
AGE: 14
GENDER: Female
YEARS ROLEPLAYING: 4
LOCATION: Nevada City, CA, U.S.A.
HOW DID YOU FIND US: You put a link on my site, Shinari Isle.
FULL NAME: Stephanie Décembre-grave
NICKNAMES: Stef, December, Stefy
AGE: I've been 23 for 626 years
BIRTHDAY: The 1st of June
SEXUALIY: Femme-fetale
JOB: Secretary for her human mask, investor for her financial needs.
SPECIES: Vampire-esse
I’m nothing but a human, after all. Nothing special.
GENERAL APPEARANCE: Stephanie has a pretty face, like most vampires. It is fierce and pixie-ish, with sharp eyes that are a bit narrow and are almost neon red. Her nose is relatively small, but it isn't sharp. Her lips are thin and pale, even for an immortal. She has very light blond hair that glows gold in the sunlight and hangs in short tousled layers to the middle of her back. She's very short and stocky, but that doesn't diminish her speed or strength: due to her feral nature, she is much quicker than one would expect.
MOST LIKED FEATURE: Her fighting talent; she was around during the vampire wars of the South and was even fought over by many coven leaders.
SPECIAL VAMPIRE ATTRIBUTE: Stephanie is more instinct-oriented than most vampires. She is thirstier and more feral, but her basic five senses are also heightened. She is also more likely to kill, and she is more easily angered.
MOST HATED FEATURE: Her too-big attitude, how easily she is distracted, and her quick mood changes.
HERITAGE: French and Czech.
ETHNICITY: White as snow.
You’re not the only vampire I know.
GENERAL PERSONALITY: Steph is a quick, intimidating little girl. She's dangerously bold, though when she strikes she's not in much danger herself. Though she's learned to hone her exaggerated instincts to a fine point through her experiences in the Southern Territory Wars, she still has trouble reining them in sometimes. She has strong opinions that she's quick to voice, and though others may talk about her behind her back they don't usually dare diss her to her face. Steph prefers to be with humans: though the bloodlust is almost overwhelming at times, it's easier to deal with than her desire to kill that overly-mouthy vamp. She doesn't track humans...instead, she stalks the bloodsuckers that make her mad. She can be a good friend to shyer, calmer creatures though, because they don't interfere with her deadly attitude as much.
HOBBIES: Tracking and hunting, and flaunting her vampiric abilities just a bit with the humans.
DISLIKES: Food (hanging with humans means she oft is forced to eat it), townhouses, stupid or obnoxious people.
LIKES: Being the best, smart-ass remarks, being bold and letting her inner vampire out.
FEARS: That her record will catch up to her, and she'll eventually come up against a stronger immortal and be killed.
SECRETS: Anything supernatural, her past and (with other vampires) the fact that she hangs out with humans. Her record; others can only guess how many she has torn apart and burned.
We can’t all be freakishly strong.
GENERAL HISTORY: Stephanie became a supernatural when she went off on her own for the first time. She was caught on a deserted road by a starving vampire, who couldn't resist her scent but who was forced to leave his kill when a carriage nearly ran them both over. The driver stopped and rescued Stephanie, and after three days of torturous pain she awoke and killed her savior's wife out of bloodlust. Though Steph's guilt never did set in, she had the sense to escape before she was caught and killed. As she traveled, whole towns were sucked dry before she learned to control herself. By that day, she was being hunted by the Volturi, and she came to the New World to start anew. Through the Revolution and Civil War she explored the Americas, and found herself in Mexico during the Territory Wars of the South. Stephanie fought well through those, but she soon bored of the whole institution. She began again in Seattle because of the minute amount of sunshine and calmer lifestyles, and she became fast friends with several of the human populace. She hasn't left since.
FAMILY: Sophie and Frank Décembre-grave, parents; Lily Décembre-grave, sister. All deceased.
Stupid, thieving, annoying vampire!
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE: Streetlights sizzled in the distance, close to the pier. The metallic buzz of their electricity singed saltily through my nostrils. The dock was busy, even at night; the humans ate raw fish and rice, and talked about their various qualms and accomplishments. I stood silently by myself, three blocks away, and listened to them preach. The occasional passerby would clomp noisily past me, and I would glare at them with my ornately carved features, an angry god looking down upon misbehaving mortals. Truthfully I could hardly resist the luscious tangs their heated bodies omitted, but a glare would do. I had other things to do than hunt weak passerby.
A scream echoed through my consciousness, piercing my concentration. This howl of fright was not so far away, and I relished the thought of an easy chase. I could kill attacker and victim in a matter of seconds. I rushed off, barely humanizing my pace.
The two humans I chased were hidden alone in a dark back alley, lined with high concrete walls and shaded by flat metallic rain roofs. The gutters overflowed onto the concrete here, and rats shivered behind barrels of fish guts. Two people stood at the end of the alley: a female in a short loose dress and a man in a leather jacket. Both hearts squelched strongly, though the female's jarred quicker against her ribs. The man, who was black and burly, had his arms around the trembling girl and was holding her skirt above his head like an umbrella. He smiled lustily and leaned into her breasts, grasping her bra almost desperately and yanking it off with a snap. The female gasped in fright, and her ruffled hair shivered in time with her thudding heart.
I grinned. I would kill them both, of course, but I would allow the woman to live just a bit longer. Give her the satisfaction of a savior. I snarled involuntarily, stirring the air with my feral purr. The man and woman started at the sudden sound, and now the male's heart began to thud too. But I wasn't supposed to hear that.
"You here to get me, girl? I'll be done here in a sec, don't you go nowhere now, you hear that girl?" He acted as if I wanted him to fuck me, but even if I didn't his threat to chase me down was clear in his words. He had to look strong, even on his deathbed. I cackled at my pity for his weakness.
"I don't want your love, you fucking bastard. I want your blood, and I want it now." My voice struck out...it was electric on this night. I smiled at his face, suddenly unsure as it was. He frowned, his brow muddled by the liquor, drugs and fear I could smell on him. He looked hard at me, and the girl in his muscled cage cowered away from both of us. I stared at him and heard his breathing stutter at my gaze...red isn't a common color for human orbs. Grinning wickedly and showing my teeth, I crouched to spring.
____________________________________
I left the alley when both my victims were burned and bloodless, my eyes a daring crimson. My friends would be waiting for me to meet them at the theater for the latest horror flick. I wasn't interested in the film, but their human fascination in darkness and death did amuse me. I could hear all the way to the office box now, and Peter's mouthwatering scent faintly pulled at my inner bloodlust. Theresa's pacing pounded noisily upon the pavement, getting louder each step I took. I went at a quick human dash, and soon reached the theater. We went in then, to watch the 'scariest film of the year'. At least that's what they thought.
You… bit a pillow? Why?
NAME: Katelyn Nienaber
AGE: 14
GENDER: Female
YEARS ROLEPLAYING: 4
LOCATION: Nevada City, CA, U.S.A.
HOW DID YOU FIND US: You put a link on my site, Shinari Isle.