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Post by kali on Jul 28, 2009 15:11:00 GMT -5
001. NAME• Christina Summers
002. NICKNAME• Chris, Tina
003. REAL AGE• 160
004. HOW OLD YOU LOOK?• 21
005. BIRTHDATE• October 31, 1849
006. WHERE YOU LIVE?• New Orleans
007. AND YOU FEAST ON?• bloodbanks and animals
001. YOUR FACE• A thin Profiled face and a elongated nose with prominent cheek bones forms the stern but comforting face.
002. HAIR• Her long blonde hair lightens in the summer and darkens in the winter. She does not like to add chemicals or much else to it because it is very natural and healthy.
003. EYES• Her cold blue eyes resemble the deep sea that she watched underneath as she traveled from Europe to America.
004. HIEGHT• 5'7"
005. WEIGHT• 120
006. BODY MODS• She has 1 Tattoo she got 6 years ago. One of a farie on her right side of her back that extend up to her shoulder and down just by her hip and the wings extend around till the tip hits the front of her on the left side.
007. FASHION/STYLE• Chris is fairly consertivitive so she wears a few tops she finds in various boutiues. She enjoys to find sun dresses that shows off her curves and lets her feel free from the tightness of other clothing.
001. LIKES•
-Runing
-Being on the beach
-The taste of whiskey
-Gazing at the sky
-Reading
-Writing
-Driving through the country side
002. DISLIKES•
-Liars
-Cheaters
-Slow drivers
-Rejection
-Cold Blood
-Posers
-TV
003. FEARS•
-Death of self
-Spiders
-Sun
-Failing
-Living alone forever
004. STRENGTHS•
-Inteligent
-Strong
-Confident
-Gun Smart
-Memory
005. WEAKNESSES•
-Love
-Past
-Chocolate
-Fast Cars
-Whiskey
006. ODDITIES•
-Chris is partially color blind unable to see many red-green colors.
-Chris drinks whiskey though she does not feel its sweet burning sensation that would happen as it flows down her throat.
-Chris avoids any thing that would bring up her family.
-Chris loves the smell of a fire though she will no go anywhere near it.
007. ORIENTATION• Bisexual
008. SPECIFIC MORALS• Do not leave the ones you love..ever.
009. PERSONALITY OVERVIEW• Chris is a consertive girl that does turn out her crazy times when the moments happen. She love the company of heppy people around her and allows them to spill their lives out on the table infront of her, yet tells none of her own. She loves to go out and practice at the range with her collection of various guns she has accumulated though out her life. Chris is normally mellow and nonchalant. Although she does have a temper, but it takes time for her to get angry enough to make a scene. Chris believes that everything happens for a reason and she will find her reason to becoming a vampire. She understands that it may take some time to find out what her reason is but she has all the time in the world ahead of her. Chris sees the past as a time to learn and takes what has happened to put to what she wants to change not what should happen again. Although she has these theories thinking of her past also hurts her. She finds comfort sitting by the creeks and rivers listening to the trickle going across the rocks. She finds peace in meditation to help her control her anger and emotions.
001. PARENT ONE• Robert Summers, farmer(decesed)
002. PARENT TWO• Phyllis Summers, house wife(decesed)
003. SIBLINGS• None
004. PETS• None
005. HISTORY OVERVIEW•
1856
The night had just began to come to the country side, and a woman was in the upper master bedroom screaming bloody murder. It was obvious to the ears that she was in labor with the little one tearing up the inside of her uterus. A little girl sat patiently by the fire place as she waited for her new sibling to finally relieve her mother of all the pain and sickness. A man walked down the steps when the screaming ended and he looked upset as he walked out the door of the old farm house. The little girl saw the doctor walk down the steps. "My dear Christina, I am so sorry but your mother has passed and so has the infant. We could not save her." The doctor walked out the door. The little Christina awaited for her father to return. As she waited she heard arguing and then heard two gun shots, one was just a few seconds after the other. Chris knew that she was now all alone.
1870
Chris was sitting at a pub in Munich, drinking what they called their equisite beer, which tasted like horse dung to her. She watched the men talk about the women and drink their beer with glee. She had finally had enough of it and decided to head back to the inn for the night. On her trip to the inn she decided to take a strool through the near by woods to take a rest at the creek to bring her back from her thoughts. As she sat there skipping rocks by the creek she began to hear russles behind her. She turned quickly to see that no one was there. Chris shrugged her shoulders and went back to observing the creek with the little minos swimming every direction in a small pool. Soon she felt a warm breath on her neck with the slight glazing of teeth scraping against her neck. A quick jab sent angonizing pain through her body. She began to fade out untill she hinted slight taste of blood in her mouth. The pain rushed over her and soon she lost sight of who she really was.
3 1/2 days later
Chris began to come to her sences as the pain was slowly diminishing. She began to try to figure out where she was when she realized she has not moved very far from where her attack happened. Suddenly she realized she was very hungry. A russle of a deer near by caught her sences and she realized exactly what she had become. She knew she could not fight it, fore it would drive her to a rampage. She found she was very fast at running when she felt her torso slam against the deer's side. She sunk her teeth into the jugular vein of the creature and soothed her virgin thirst.
1925
Chris leaned over the ships starboard side and watched the water flow past as they headed across the Alantic to America. This would be a new start for her, one where no one knew who she was and what she was. She arrived in Queens, NY within a matter of a week. The people at the port were so pushy and rude when she got there, that in its self satisfied her to know she would fit in just perfect. Chris began to roam the land learning all the aspects of it and where she would be able to fit in the most at. Thats when she fell in love with New Orleans and all its creative heritage.
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001. ANYTHING ELSE?• Stupid morning sickness and blackberry 
002. ROLE PLAY SAMPLE•
The cool breeze that blew in with the midnight storm blew Chris's straw colored hair back away from her face. The russle of the clouds over the horizion of the gulf inspired her to go for a good run down the sandy beach that seemed to strech for miles. Her feet hit the ground with force as she began to run. As she took to the woods near by she smelled the scent of a fox and knew she needed to eat before she got back to the city near by humans. She ran to it grabbing it before it knew what hit it and began to drain the life from the creature. When she finished up she took to the trail heading back to the lot where she left her car. With a turn of her wrist on the key that was placed in the engine and the roar of the 390 horsepower of her SVT cobra engin came to life. The drive back to her apartment was short yet sweet.
As Chris walked in the building she checked her mail to see what was in there from the day before "Wather bill, electric bill, and phone bill. Stupid bills." The climb to her fourth floor apartment never seemed like much to her but she watched the elderly struggle up it on a daily basis. 'Pitiful Humans' Chris never saw herself as the judgemental type but when it came to the lack of skill of the humans she could do nothing but mock them. She threw her keys down on her coffee table by the door and decided to see what was in the newpaper yesterday.
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