Post by Genevieve La Marr on Aug 6, 2009 1:36:30 GMT -6
Genevieve La Marr
vitals
nick names =
gender = female
age = 1967
race = Vampire
homeworld = Nox
areas of skill = silent killing
preferred profession = to keep doing what she does now.
starting location = Nox[/size][/ul]
visuals
hair = long wavey dark brown
eyes = crystal blue
distinguishing features = Her crystal eyes always catch attention[/size][/ul]
personality
dislikes = animal blood, were-creatures
strengths = stealth, speed
weaknesses = playing before feeding
describe full personality = Genevieve is one to seduce and use a human before feeding. While some liked to do it quickly, she preferred it to be slow and quite painful. Though loving to play before a feeding, she is incredibly skilled at silent killing as well.[/size][/ul]
so the story begins...
Orphaned at an early age, Genevieve spent most of her childhood in various homes with different people. She hated the way people treated her and finally ran to live on her own.
By age 23 had made a good amount of money at various jobs and was very well off. Better than she would have turned out at any of the homes she was stuck in as a child. Trying her hardest to find the right love to stick by her and possibly start a family in the future, she had fallen for the wrong boy. He wasn't human. By the time she realized what he was, it was too late. He had not killed her though, why? She never knew. He was never heard from or seen again. Genevieve was left to fend for herself and try to learn how to survive as a creature of the night.
In her current situation, the lack of human blood was devastating. She couldn't stand the taste of animal blood. But it was the only thing around to keep her from starving. It was too bitter, she preferred the sweet taste of human.
role play example =
Genevieve paced the main hall of the mansion, her heels clicking on the stone floor. She once again had nothing to do, nothing to eat. She was frustrated with everything. Hunger left her more on edge than usual and she hated it.
"What good is immortality if you have nothing to do?" she growled and stormed off out of the hall and up to her own room. She was twisted in a way that she kept a small were-lynx prisoner as a pet. She fed him and kept him alive but sometimes for fun, had her way with torturing him in various different ways.
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the real you
age = 24
how did you find us? =
any last words? = [/size][/ul][/font]
