Post by MAGGIE RENE EVANS on Jun 12, 2011 23:30:10 GMT
| [atrb=style,background-color: 000000,bTable] Maggie Rene Evans |
| [atrb=style,background-color: transparent,bTable] hey guys. my name is Maggie Rene Evans, but you can call me Maggie. everyone else does, so i guess you can too. i'm One Hundred and Eleven years young, and if it isn't already obvious, i'm a femal. it should be. what isn't so obvious is the fact that i'm a vampire, but you can keep that a secret for now. |
personality
[/size][/right]I can be a bit of a bitch but that what makes me stand out from the rest. I'm have a very well know attitude and I won't put up with just anyone. I am known to be very stubborn and often will do things my way. I can be very compassionate but that is a part of me people rarely see considering I don't open up easily. To me the fact that the humans know about us disgusts me. It was fine long before these half brained morons found out and started to treat us like some kind of freak show. It was much easier to feed before this whole mess happened. To me just because they know about us does not make them any smarter. In already reality vampires are the Superior race, they have no room to speak since they are technically on the bottom of the food chain.
history
[/size][/right]I was born in 1900 in Sydney Australia. I didn't get along with my parents very well so by the time I reached the age of 18 i had saved up enough money to travel to the Americas. I lived in New York for a while before heading to Chicago only a few years later. At that time it was the 1920's and I of course embraced speakeasies and dancing more then anything. My drunkass is why i eventually woke up craving blood in 1924. I don't have any memory of how it happened or who my creator was but they were kind enough to leave me a note with some pointers. Other then that I was once again on my own. You can say I have always had a bit of a drinking problem, of course now its the blood that I just can't seem to get enough of. I don't mind having to kill off a few humans in the process.[/div][/td][td]
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role play sample |
Nothing could describe what she was feeling now. Her emotions seemed to stall slightly as she tried to decide whether she would breakdown or dance. It was a relief no less that she had finally found someone that understood, and apparently there were more like her. She had just been bottling up every last bit of emotion that it made her a wreck. Relationships had been ended because of how withdrawal she had become. Her parents constantly called, leaving voicemails that were never returned. That was why she moved in the first place, to get away from those that were close to her. "It's been a year since Apirl." she said softly as she thought about how much her life had changed in one year. She had transformed so many times, woken up covered in blood on countless nights and still it wasn't any easier. It was horrible having to turn on the news and hear about animal attacks knowing that she was responsible. "You have no idea what this means to me." she smiled slightly as she found herself giving him a tight hug, before she knew it she was breaking down into his shoulder. Emotions kept following as she tried to piece herself together.
She was home now. Already she was finding comfort.When she was able to calm herself down she looked back up at him, wiping her tears away and apologizing. She thought about what he had first said about his transformation and waking up next the next morning. "I can understand not wanting to know. I avoid the news like the pledge afraid I'm going to have to see the faces of my victims or victims family when they report about animal attacks. There is nothing more unsettling then knowing that we do this and we can't stop it. I don't blame you." She looked around the room and smiled slightly. "They won't mind that I'm here?" Although she knew she now shared a common thing with this household, she still could not help but feel she was somewhat invading their space. More then anything she wanted acceptance. She wanted to know she had support, a family. Those were things she had not had for about a year. [/div][/center][/td][/tr][/table]
| [atrb=style,background-color: 000000,bTable] KAT | THREE YEARS | JESSICA ORIGLIASSO |
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