Post by mailee on Dec 9, 2008 23:21:19 GMT -6
Vampire Application
Name: Mailee
Vampire Name(if any different): n//a
Year of Human Birth: 1902
Year of Change: 1927
Age(both at change and now): 25 // 81
Birthplace and place of residence currently: Born in Kinsale Ireland, doesn't really have a home now. She floats about.
Creator: (name of the vampire who turned you) Aeron
Avatar (the celebrity that represents you, if any): Isla Fisher
Looks and Attire(picture optional):
With red hair and green eyes that gleam over to a dark silver, she stands at five foot, five inches tall, and that's without the usual heels she loves so much. For her style, she mostly goes for things that's clean, match and is formfitting, as she always says "if you've got it, flaunt it, aye" but she draws the line when she leaves nothing for the imagination. Her lyrical voice still holds a thick Irish accent, the one thing from home she refuses to give up, and her fair skin holds only a single scar from her mortal past. Located across her left side, the ugly marking runs down her last four ribs.
Personality(at least a paragraph): Born and raised in Kinsale Ireland, her heritage runs true. Fiery and quick to snap, Mailee has a hard time thinking before opening her pretty little mouth. She's flaky and completely random. A time or two she's even been considered crazy, something she wouldn't deny. She talks to herself on a constant basis, but if you ask her she'll simply give you the names of those dwelling in her head. She hasn't trusted a walking being since being sired and has gotten to where right and wrong have become the same thing. She takes orders from no one and feels that nothing should keep a being from what they truly love, no matter how twisted it might prove to be.
Strengths/Powers(no normal vampire strengths): Mailee's an Empath but chooses to ignore that side of her. She believes it causes too many complications in life.
Weaknesses(no holy water or stakes or normal vamp weaknesses): Shoes...
History: (at least 250 words) Always a free spirited girl, Mailee did her best to stay with the flow of the world. She the one of the first (of her circle of friends) to be into the newest trends. Short dresses, short hair, smoking, sneaking out. The works. At a young age she received a bad reputation with the adults of her little town. Mailee was a corrupter of kinds. The blame was always placed on her. So, after a while, she figured she'd give them all something to blame her for. It wasn't long before she started hanging out with the "wrong crowd." Oh they never knew just how right they were.
Party after party, she went to with her new friends. Dark and dingy buildings playing the newest music, crowded with the weirdest type of people she'd ever seen. But they made her feel welcome, so she kept going. Night after night, ignoring the warning words of her parents and friends. They couldn't understand the fun she was having, the fun she was going to have.
She had been walking home, Aeron on her left, when they were attacked. Or, at least she was. Everything had happened too fast for her to fight back, but it seemed to be playing out in slow motion. Making sure she'd remember every little detail of that fateful night. The group tossed her around, laughing when she fell, smiling when she pleaded to be let go.
With torn clothes, a dirty face and red eyes, they backed away from her, smiles vanishing. They were letting her go? Without a second thought, she moved a single step but was jerked back into the darkened alleyway. Sharp nails dug into her skin, into her muscle, as pain shot through her. Letting out a loud yell, she let loose her tears. A chilled arm slipped across her chest, keeping her from moving and then white hot pain ripped through her veins. For the few moments she was conscious it was hard telling just where the pain was coming from.
Light headed and tired, she slumped against the cold brick and slept.
That night was forever burned in her memory. Years and years had passed since her conversion. She only spent hours dwelling on the how's and whys before she simply gave up to the questions and gave in to her body's needs. The blood lust soon took over and she simply went with the flow. The exact philosophy that got her into this mess.
Mortal after mortal touched her lips, their warm skin and beating hearts. At first she found them beautiful and flawless, but that eventually all changed. Unable to trust anyone around her, the voices started. Whispers in the back of her mind finally giving her someone to talk to. But those voices wanted more that a conversation. They wanted pain, blood, screams and tears. And they wanted to be the one to inflict it. Soon those flawless beauties became faceless toys. Priceless adventures for her to ... dive into.
She's traveled enough to know the way of the world, but lost enough to not remember where she's been. But the one thing she's learned to do was blend in. It was always something she found easy. So now, just as she's always done, she comes to play.
Sample/Past Roleplay: Slowly, Mailee glanced down to her white top and sighed.
"You'd think you'd learn by now, leather-sweets, that white does not do well with you." His voice almost startled her, but he was a little late on his commenting.
For a few days, she thought she'd been rid of them, those using her brain as a cozy cottage. Rolling her eyes, she stepped over the unmoving carcass and out into the hallway. Silently her heels carried her down the dimly lit hallway. "What do you suggest, then? I very well couldn't have taken his shirt..." She trailed off as she peeled the blood soaked fabric from her lithe little frame. Giving it one last frown, she dropped it to the floor before stepping into the elevator.
"I'm quit positive I didn't suggest that. You'll be sure to get some attention now." Was he laughing at her?
Just as a rare and witty comment seeped into her head, the sirens sounded just outside the building. "Damn." And here she thought she was making good time. Obviously not. Ignoring him for the time being, she turned and took the stairs to the back entrance. She had no doubt it would only be a matter of seconds before they had that area covered as well, but, believe it or not, she had a plan. With her hands still covered in blood, she ran them over her face and down her chest and stomach before running out towards the officers in a panic. An all too real panic.
"It was horrible! They were screaming and laughing. There were booms and thuds. I heard them begging..." Her bottom lip trembled as the officer placed his coat around her shoulders.
"I can't believe these idiots are believing this crap..." He whispered to her.
She took the opportunity to glance around her, see just who was keeping this entrance. She picked up on the crying and moved to nudge against the officer. The silver was still swirling around in her emerald orbs, taunting the rest of her still tingling body. "They came out of the elevator..." She trailed off, her voice leveling off as she let down the escapade. "Oh forget it." One hand quickly snaked up the officers neck before snatching a handful of hair and jerking his head to the left. An audible snap sounded just as her teeth sunk into his flesh.
All at once, her knees weakened under her, threatening to give out under the pleasure. Once she had her fill, the tip of her tongue slipped out, running over the gaping wound she ripped into his neck and instinctively she ground her pelvis against him before letting him fall to the pavement. She turned and watched as his partner ran off for backup. Now, the question was simple. Stay and play, or go put a shirt on?
"Oh for fuck's sake, can we please go put some clothes on?" He gripped in her ear. Always complaining, he was. Grunting, her hands moved to her hips. "What's this we shit? Last time I checked, this was my body..." She stepped over the office and moved swiftly down the sidewalk. "I swear, you're worse than a woman sometimes..."
Rule Word: Red Rose
Name: Mailee
Vampire Name(if any different): n//a
Year of Human Birth: 1902
Year of Change: 1927
Age(both at change and now): 25 // 81
Birthplace and place of residence currently: Born in Kinsale Ireland, doesn't really have a home now. She floats about.
Creator: (name of the vampire who turned you) Aeron
Avatar (the celebrity that represents you, if any): Isla Fisher
Looks and Attire(picture optional):
With red hair and green eyes that gleam over to a dark silver, she stands at five foot, five inches tall, and that's without the usual heels she loves so much. For her style, she mostly goes for things that's clean, match and is formfitting, as she always says "if you've got it, flaunt it, aye" but she draws the line when she leaves nothing for the imagination. Her lyrical voice still holds a thick Irish accent, the one thing from home she refuses to give up, and her fair skin holds only a single scar from her mortal past. Located across her left side, the ugly marking runs down her last four ribs.
Personality(at least a paragraph): Born and raised in Kinsale Ireland, her heritage runs true. Fiery and quick to snap, Mailee has a hard time thinking before opening her pretty little mouth. She's flaky and completely random. A time or two she's even been considered crazy, something she wouldn't deny. She talks to herself on a constant basis, but if you ask her she'll simply give you the names of those dwelling in her head. She hasn't trusted a walking being since being sired and has gotten to where right and wrong have become the same thing. She takes orders from no one and feels that nothing should keep a being from what they truly love, no matter how twisted it might prove to be.
Strengths/Powers(no normal vampire strengths): Mailee's an Empath but chooses to ignore that side of her. She believes it causes too many complications in life.
Weaknesses(no holy water or stakes or normal vamp weaknesses): Shoes...
History: (at least 250 words) Always a free spirited girl, Mailee did her best to stay with the flow of the world. She the one of the first (of her circle of friends) to be into the newest trends. Short dresses, short hair, smoking, sneaking out. The works. At a young age she received a bad reputation with the adults of her little town. Mailee was a corrupter of kinds. The blame was always placed on her. So, after a while, she figured she'd give them all something to blame her for. It wasn't long before she started hanging out with the "wrong crowd." Oh they never knew just how right they were.
Party after party, she went to with her new friends. Dark and dingy buildings playing the newest music, crowded with the weirdest type of people she'd ever seen. But they made her feel welcome, so she kept going. Night after night, ignoring the warning words of her parents and friends. They couldn't understand the fun she was having, the fun she was going to have.
She had been walking home, Aeron on her left, when they were attacked. Or, at least she was. Everything had happened too fast for her to fight back, but it seemed to be playing out in slow motion. Making sure she'd remember every little detail of that fateful night. The group tossed her around, laughing when she fell, smiling when she pleaded to be let go.
With torn clothes, a dirty face and red eyes, they backed away from her, smiles vanishing. They were letting her go? Without a second thought, she moved a single step but was jerked back into the darkened alleyway. Sharp nails dug into her skin, into her muscle, as pain shot through her. Letting out a loud yell, she let loose her tears. A chilled arm slipped across her chest, keeping her from moving and then white hot pain ripped through her veins. For the few moments she was conscious it was hard telling just where the pain was coming from.
Light headed and tired, she slumped against the cold brick and slept.
That night was forever burned in her memory. Years and years had passed since her conversion. She only spent hours dwelling on the how's and whys before she simply gave up to the questions and gave in to her body's needs. The blood lust soon took over and she simply went with the flow. The exact philosophy that got her into this mess.
Mortal after mortal touched her lips, their warm skin and beating hearts. At first she found them beautiful and flawless, but that eventually all changed. Unable to trust anyone around her, the voices started. Whispers in the back of her mind finally giving her someone to talk to. But those voices wanted more that a conversation. They wanted pain, blood, screams and tears. And they wanted to be the one to inflict it. Soon those flawless beauties became faceless toys. Priceless adventures for her to ... dive into.
She's traveled enough to know the way of the world, but lost enough to not remember where she's been. But the one thing she's learned to do was blend in. It was always something she found easy. So now, just as she's always done, she comes to play.
Sample/Past Roleplay: Slowly, Mailee glanced down to her white top and sighed.
"You'd think you'd learn by now, leather-sweets, that white does not do well with you." His voice almost startled her, but he was a little late on his commenting.
For a few days, she thought she'd been rid of them, those using her brain as a cozy cottage. Rolling her eyes, she stepped over the unmoving carcass and out into the hallway. Silently her heels carried her down the dimly lit hallway. "What do you suggest, then? I very well couldn't have taken his shirt..." She trailed off as she peeled the blood soaked fabric from her lithe little frame. Giving it one last frown, she dropped it to the floor before stepping into the elevator.
"I'm quit positive I didn't suggest that. You'll be sure to get some attention now." Was he laughing at her?
Just as a rare and witty comment seeped into her head, the sirens sounded just outside the building. "Damn." And here she thought she was making good time. Obviously not. Ignoring him for the time being, she turned and took the stairs to the back entrance. She had no doubt it would only be a matter of seconds before they had that area covered as well, but, believe it or not, she had a plan. With her hands still covered in blood, she ran them over her face and down her chest and stomach before running out towards the officers in a panic. An all too real panic.
"It was horrible! They were screaming and laughing. There were booms and thuds. I heard them begging..." Her bottom lip trembled as the officer placed his coat around her shoulders.
"I can't believe these idiots are believing this crap..." He whispered to her.
She took the opportunity to glance around her, see just who was keeping this entrance. She picked up on the crying and moved to nudge against the officer. The silver was still swirling around in her emerald orbs, taunting the rest of her still tingling body. "They came out of the elevator..." She trailed off, her voice leveling off as she let down the escapade. "Oh forget it." One hand quickly snaked up the officers neck before snatching a handful of hair and jerking his head to the left. An audible snap sounded just as her teeth sunk into his flesh.
All at once, her knees weakened under her, threatening to give out under the pleasure. Once she had her fill, the tip of her tongue slipped out, running over the gaping wound she ripped into his neck and instinctively she ground her pelvis against him before letting him fall to the pavement. She turned and watched as his partner ran off for backup. Now, the question was simple. Stay and play, or go put a shirt on?
"Oh for fuck's sake, can we please go put some clothes on?" He gripped in her ear. Always complaining, he was. Grunting, her hands moved to her hips. "What's this we shit? Last time I checked, this was my body..." She stepped over the office and moved swiftly down the sidewalk. "I swear, you're worse than a woman sometimes..."
Rule Word: Red Rose