Post by bri on Jul 18, 2011 15:52:56 GMT
| [atrb=style,background-color: 000000,bTable] brianna lynn temere |
| [atrb=style,background-color: transparent,bTable] hey guys. my name is brianna lynn temere, but you can call me bri. everyone else does, so i guess you can too. i'm eighteen years young, and if it isn't already obvious, i'm a female. it should be. what isn't so obvious is the fact that i'm a shifter, but you can keep that a secret for now. |
personality
[/size][/right]Oh, hey hun. Didn't see you there. Oh, really? You wanna talk to little old me? Well, have a seat. You might wanna take a few notes 'cause I'm not exactly simple. You know what? I'm gonna lay it all on the table. Tell you the truth. And, so help me, you better not tell a soul. Now then. I can be the sweetest girl you have ever met. I'll sweet talk you till you have a cavity, I will. But, it all depends. If I want something from you, you'll see the good side of me. But, I'm a good actress. Actually, you might say that I am Oscar worthy. But, to be honet, and you better not tell this to anyone important, I can be the biggest bitch you have ever met. I'll be nice and yet put doubts in your head at the same time. Hell, I'll turn you against your own friends, so long as it benefits me in some way. You know the type. But, it doesn't really matter. People love me. As they should. They aren't going to find out anytime soon how much I am just using them.What do I like? I like to manipulate. Getting what I want is what I do best. I also love going on midnight runs. They are the funnest. Especially when there is no one else around. Hunting is always fun. But what I really like. What I love to do... is convince people that I am always right and have them do as I wish. Oh wait, I already said that. Oops. Well. I do quite enjoy music. I have all my life. Music soothes the soul and I especially love singing. I have an amazing voice, after all. Maybe that is why it is so easy to manipulate others.
What I hate, more than anything else, are vampires. I mean, seriously? Those cocky, arrogant creatures thinks they have a right to be 'out of the coffin'? What about us? What about the two forms? Don't we have a right? No. Because if we came out, all hell would break loose! Not that it hasn't already. But you know what I mean. I wish they would just go back underground. In the dirt, if you know what I mean.
history
[/size][/right]I was born and raised in a little town just outside of Jamerson Falls. I am happy to say that I am the eldest in my family. But, then again, that should come without saying. I mean, only the first-born inherit the shifter gene. Life had always been a struggle. My mother had died when I was young, giving birth to my youngest brother, Jared. I have another brother named Thomas. He is older than me, but he is also only my half brother. I don't exactly count him much. He is more like a good friend than a brother. Thomas and my father took care of me most my life. Ever since I was four. Not having the true influence of a mother figure might explain why I am the way I am. Not that the way I am isn't amazing, already.My first time shifting was when I was eleven. I had been extremely pissed off for weeks before hand. People had been talking about my mother, saying that she was a whore and that she had only ever been a bitch to an influential shifter. It was the strangest thing I had ever have happen. Actually, if it wasn't for Thomas, I probably would never have made it through my first night shifted. Though I had been mad, turning into an animal was so scary. But I love it now.
My life wasn't all that hard. I had been home schooled for quite some time. Up until I was sixteen, that is. When I was sixteen, my father was killed by a hunter. It was a total accident, or so I was told. I don't think it was, though. I think someone knew my daddy was a shifter and killed him when he was going for a run. After that, I went to live with my brother. Thomas decided to move me to Jamerson Falls, hoping that the distance would help me a little. It didn't. Knowing that both your parents died and not naturally hurt! But I got over it. I learned quickly that the only way relationships and loved ones seemed to last was if you yourself made them last. You have to manipulate them and trick them, make them into what you want to get out of them what you want. Maybe it is because my parents were killed. Then again, Tommy did spoil me. You may never know how I became this amazing, acting, manipulative bitch of a shifter. Maybe it was past, maybe it was family. But I don't care what you have to say. This is over anyway. Bye.[/div][/td][td]
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role play sample |
Opheilia was pacing back and forth, a man in front of her. The man was being held there by two big, strong, burly fellows. The kind that you would see outside her club letting people in and taking money from the patrons. Though she didn’t need any of the money, it was always nice to get. And money was the reason she was where she was right now. In her own home. Underground, really. A hideout that she had found after her father passed and a hideout that no one other than her and those who ‘worked’ for her knew about. The Cobblepot girl was wearing one of her finest white dresses, an umbrella held in her hands. And it wasn’t just any ordinary umbrella. No, it was one that she herself had modified. Unlike the usual semi-automatics that her father had left her, this one was quite similar to a police’s pistol. The bullets it used and the inner mechanizations were at least. Only she really knew which one it was, though, and the man that was being held seemed to be in fear of what the umbrella could do.
The man was a bit bloodied up, blood trickling from the side of his mouth. His eyes were swollen and it was obvious that there was pain in his stomach. What added to his look was the fact that he was afraid. Afraid of the silence. And, what more, afraid of what Opheilia might say. She wouldn’t talk, letting the silence sink in, letting it tear apart at the man. Silent pacing, silent pacing.
“I’m sorry! Whatever it was that I did, Mistress Cobblepot, I’m sorry,”[/b] he finally cried out. It was far too late for that though. With a flick of her wrist, the two men dropped the bloodied third and he hit the ground with a sickening thump. The guy crawled to his feet and knelt down in front of her. “I don’t know what I did, but whatever it was, I’m sorry.”[/b]
Anger flared up inside of her but she did her best to keep her cool. Opheilia stopped pacing and looked down at the man. “Don’t know what you did? Then, shall I remind you? It has a little something to do with money,”[/b] she said, her tone flat but her eyes on fire.
“Th-the money? I-I don’t know what you mean.”[/b] he responded. She began to snap her fingers, knowing he would fess up if she did. He did, of course. “Okay, okay. I-I took a little. Out of the cash register. But, it was all her idea, honest! It was all that bartendresses idea. Yeah, that’s it. Her idea.”[/b]
A small, faux pout formed on her lips. “Oh no no, Rufus. Don’t lie to me. Please,”[/b] she fussed.
“It ain’t a lie.”[/b]
“It is. And you know how I know? The girl you say made you do it was the one who informed me of this misdeed you tried to pull,”[/b] Opheilia growled. She was no longer trying to hide her anger. “And you know what I do to people who try to lie to me?”[/b] she added, snapping her fingers. The man tried to get away as fast as possible, but her other two henchmen had already grabbed up his arms and held him tight. She aimed the umbrella at him, opening it up. “We take care of them.”[/b]
BANG!
The man started to cry and Opheilia laughed. The umbrella was only filled with blanks. Nothing that could hurt the guy. She laughed and giggled at his fear. “Now, never try to pull this again, darling. Because next time it won’t be blanks I use. Get him out of my sight boys.”[/b]
Good, now that that was done, Opheilia walked up the stairs to the ground level and opened the door. She was greeted by a woman in a rather nice blouse and skirt. Heilie handed the lady her umbrella and the lady exchanged it for a normal parasol and a jacket, which Ophelia put on right away. “Thank you, Minnie. I will be seeing you when I return.”[/b]
“Yes you shall. The limo is already waiting for you.”[/b]
Opheilia smiled and exited her home. She got into her limo and was soon outside of a club. Her club. She waltzed right in, nodding at the bouncer, who opened the door for her. Opheilia straightened out her dress and glanced around her. Bodies were moving to the music and people were at the bar. Just like every ordinary night. Handing her parasol and jacket to a man near her. “Evening Mistress,”[/b] he said before going to put her things where she always had them go. Then she headed to the bar. Opheilia could certainly use a little something to drink, preferably soda. She started to hope that someone would come by. Maybe a client. Or someone that wasn’t a complete imbecile.[/size][/font][/div][/center][/td][/tr][/table]
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