MINA BOWEN

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001. NAME• Mina Rose Bowen
002. NICKNAME• Occasionally Mi, but she is mostly known simply as Mina
003. AGE• Eighteen
004. BIRTHDATE• 12th January 1991
005. WHERE YOU LIVE?• London, England

001. YOUR FACE• Leighton Meester
002. HAIR• Naturally dark brown, with a natural wave to it that never seems to go away, no matter how much product she uses on it. Her hair is long, and hangs a few inches below her shoulders, though the curls sometimes give the impression that it is shorter.
003. EYES• Dark brown, almost black, and at times they can appear quite frightening. Unlike other shades of brown, Mina's eye color is unrelenting, and does not contain even a hint of hazel. Her eyes are framed with very dark lashes, though they are short and rather stubby. For this reason she always applies a thick layer of mascara.
004. HEIGHT• 5'4
005. WEIGHT• 112
006. BODY MODS• Ears and navel pierced.
007. FASHION/STYLE• On a day to day basis, Mina can usually be found in a pair of jeans and an old, vintage style top. She loves retro clothing, and just like every other girl, dressing up is a hobby of hers - but truthfully, she would be happy in some old jeans and a huge tshirt.

001. LIKES• Happy personalities, long walks, writing, discussions, romance, friendships, coffee, the outdoors.
002. DISLIKES• Pessimists, being alone, insults, people who have high opinions of themselves, those with great wealth, being stuck in one place.
003. FEARS• The dark, horror films, werewolves (though of course they're not real, Mina gets a little carried away when she reads books and watches films... lawl), being alone for her entire life, spiders, losing someone close.
004. STRENGTHS• Independent, funny, determined, courageous, genuinely nice, doesn't care what people think, naturally charming, spontaneous, kind, will help anyone who asks, a great listener, imaginative.
005. WEAKNESSES• Terrible temper problems, unsocial, never applied herself in school, overly curious, impatient, short attention span, craves company, holds grudges, too much pride, can come across as immature, has a tendency to get violent, overreacts, overly imaginative.
006. ODDITIES• Bites her nails almost constantly, and has a habit of making sure the doors are shut or locked when she enters a room.
007. ORIENTATION• Straight, but uh... 'flexible.'
008. SPECIFIC MORALS• Mina believes strongly in the motto 'Don't take life too seriously; you'll never get out of it alive.' She will never question a person, unless they personally offend her, or someone who she is close to.
009. PERSONALITY OVERVIEW• On the most part, Mina is a genuinely nice girl with a bit of bite. She makes people laugh without meaning to, is determined, kind, fun to be around and would help anyone who asked. On the other hand, she has a temper that would put the incredible hulk to shame, is unsociable on the most part, and has a curiousity that would certainly kill the cat. Generally, Mina is a very relaxed 'go with the flow' type of girl - but, should someone say something which hits a nerve, she will turn into a completely different person. In the past, her mother dragged her to an anger management meeting, as Mina had become so angry that she had torn out her own hair, and punched a hole in the door. Impatience is also a trait which often accompanies an awful temper, and Mina is certainly impatient. She was the child that asked 'are we there yet?' five minutes into the car journey to reach a holiday destination.

She also has a very dream-like mind, and always drifts off and dwells upon thinks she enjoys thinking about, rather than what might be happening in reality. Hence, her attention span is short, and due to a love of the imagined, her colourful mind lacks as far as anything logical is concerned. In Maths, Science, Internet Technology and the like, Mina recieved such an awful grade that it was enough even for her neglectful mother to be concerned. However, in English, Drama and Art, her grades were soaring, which was enough to shut most of the teachers up.

Though Mina is not a brilliant intellect, her imagination is vast, and she possesses a natural charm, which when she feels sociable enough to apply it, is enough to make nearly anyone laugh or like her. Most of the time, Mina has a big smile on her face, as she is a genuinely happy person - however, if that grin ever disappears, then those who know her will realise that they have a lot to worry about. A lot of the time, Mina pretends to smile even if she is upset - in her opinion, it is better to lie if the truth hurts.

On the surface, Mina appears to be very strong and carefree, but of course that is not the case. If someone insults her, she'll say something witty back and laugh about it, but inside she'll already be making plans to run home and cry. A lot of people assume that just because she's a nice person, she is going to be a pushover - but they'd be wrong. The thing is, Mina doesn't waste time with catty remarks. She gets straight to the point. Since she has a horrendous temper problem, often, that can mean a punch to the face.

001. PARENT ONE• Juliet Josie Bowen, 39; unemployed.
002. PARENT TWO• Jack Alexander Bowen, deceased; earned a high wage, and often disappeared for months at a time, yet whenever he was at home, Jack never seemed to mention his job.
003. SIBLINGS• Samuel James Bowen
004. PETS• N/A
005. HISTORY OVERVIEW•

It was raining when Mina came into the world, but the weather was hardly something to remark upon, since her birth took place in a small hospital in London, England. Rain is hardly out of the ordinary there. Juliet and Jack, the new parents, struggled to think of a name for a while, as do most, though eventually they settled on naming their baby daughter after a character in their favourite book, which at the time was ironically 'Dracula.' The meaning of the name Mina is love, which fit the young couple well, as they were childhood sweethearts, and only twenty years of age.

Three years flew by, in which Mina grew, said her first word, and learnt to walk - and then something terrible happened. Thankfully, Mina was too young to remember it, though the event still changed her life drastically. Jack Bowen - Mina's father - who was but twenty three years old, was curiously murdered whilst taking a walk. He always loved the woods, especially the ones in England, and used to stroll through them as often as he could make time to, sometimes even taking baby Mina along.

All that mina can remember of that time was that her mother was never the same again. she took to crying everyday, and in due course began to neglect her child. A few months passed, and Juliet - mina's mother - decided that she would have to move away from England if she were ever to forget her late husband. So, at three and a half, though mina did not know it, her life had been transformed in many different ways - ways which she would not find out about until much later on in her life - and along with that, her home was no more. Her mother sold the house and took herself and Mina to America, where they began a new life, living in a tiny flat.

A few months later, Juliet gave birth to a baby boy, who she loved more than mina. he was the spitting image of his father, and in her eyes, her husband's last gift to her before he died. for Mina, growing up with a mother who so obviously adored her son more was horrible, as would it be for anyone. Time showed the effects of Mina's neglect, and she grew up an independent, strong willed
child, though deep down hurt at her mother's apparent dislike for her. Despite her obvious family troubles, Mina was able to stay the happy girl she had always been, thanks to a great group of friends. however, Juliet's neglect of her daughter grew with each passing year, until it reached breaking point, and the fights began.

Mina was just seventeen when she decided that she had had enough. Filing for emancipation was one of her hardest decisions of her life, but she did it, and after a court hearing became her own legal guardian. The first thing she did was to finish her exams, and then she caught the first flight to London. The reason for choosing to return to the place of her birth was simple; from the few stories her mother had told her, when she had been in a good mood, London was essentially the place of their families true happiness - and, of course, their absolute tragedy. There was one other reason for Mina's return after fourteen years to London, despite wanting to be happy and needing a place to live. The reason was that there was an air of mystery surrounding her father's death - Mina found it odd that his body had never been found, and that there seemed to be no record of his death anywhere.

Perhaps it was the knowledge that England was where she was born, or because it was so beautiful compared to the rushing streets of New York, but Mina settled into London incredibly well. It seemed to her that she belonged here, and having learnt to be independent from an early age, working full time and living alone proved to be an easy feat for the seventeen year old. Most of the time, she lied and told employers that she was nineteen, and having always looked older than she was, Mina managed to get away with this on many occasions. Her house was small and barely furnished, but she got by, and that was all that mattered to Mina.

Mina has been in London for four months now. Her eighteenth birthday was two weeks ago, which marks her father's death fifteen years ago. In the little time which Mina has been in London, she has been trying desperately to uncover the mystery of his death. Though she has no idea, the actual truth is that her father once worked for an organisation that studied and researched vampires. One such creature heard of this, and decided to put an end to the nonsense.

Of course, as far as Mina is concerned, vampires do not exist.

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002. ROLE PLAY SAMPLE•

Was it odd that someone as evil as Cecilia should be staring up at the stars? Surely star gazing was only for the sweet, the kind, the poetic? Only those who liked to think deeply about the meaning of life, or regularly reflected on the past, could possibly be staring up at the stars.

Well, Celia was neither sweet, kind, poetic or meaningful, and she did not like to reflect upon the past. Quite frankly, she didn't see the point - where was the reason in dwelling in what once was, when you have eternity stretching out before you? In her opinion, it would have been infuriating enough to think of past tragedies if her days were numbered, never mind if she had forever to muse repeatedly over it.

The fact remained that Celia was staring up at the stars, though her eyes were not glazed over, as perhaps a humans would be if their thoughts should drift. No, though her mind wandered, her red eyes remained sharp, intently gazing upon a single silver star overhead, the brightest, though millions of other white dots littered the darkening sky overhead. The main part of her mind was wondering, idly, whether there was another being looking upon the very same star as her, and the other part of her mind was more acutely aware of her surroundings. This part of her mind watched out for a figure that might appear at any moment, heading up to where she sat - up to the La Push cliffs.

Celia was sitting on the edge of the cliff, her legs dangling over into nothingness, hitting the rock face. She had positioned herself to the side of the cliffs, facing the forest rather than the sea, so that, when Sebastian turned up, he wouldn't instantly know where she was. It would be her who would approach him. Why did Celia do this? Was it because she was - just like any other vampire, really - a predator at heart? Could she ever leave behind her instinct to hide, and observe, and strike? Or was the reason for hiding more human than one might expect? Was Celia... shy?

No. The mere thought that a male could cause her to feel shy made Celia want to scoff. Shy, her? It was impossible. It was not that she were an outgoing individual, more that she had gone past the point of truly caring what others thought, so that she had no shame in doing whatever she pleased. Which, effectively, was outgoing; but Celia did not see it that way, and she was fairly certain that not one other person did. Not that she cared. She couldn't care less.

Still, it wasn't a shy emotion that had caused her to hold back in the shadows. It was a word, just one word. Lovely. The remark - so simple, so innocent - had pierced her like a dagger. Not one person in years, so many years, had said something so charming as 'lovely' in regards to her. It had shocked Celia, truly, though the only reason she had managed to calm down was because of the simple, reassuring fact that he did not know her. He didn't know what she did for fun.

Perhaps Sebastian was right. Maybe Celia had allowed her enemies to convince her that she was not 'lovely.' Maybe, maybe not. Either way, she wasn't too fussed. The compliment had just surprised her, that was all.

Celia's eye had begun to drift, away from the visually pleasing stars to the dark, gloomy clouds that kept the horzion from perfection. Grey, ugly clouds. Far more interesting than pretty little stars.

Then something happened which caused Celia's eyes to widen in surprise - the clouds disappeared, though they did not drift naturally away. It was if they had sunken into the sky, evaporated; in less than five seconds. The cliffs were instantly lit with a dull glow, and Celia found herself face to face once again with a full moon. A sneer found it's way to the surface of her lips as she picked herself up, thinking of the wolves that "kept order" around La Push. Her hair swept up in the force of a gentle breeze that seemed to sweep across the cliffs at that very moment. Was that Sebastian, who had caused the clouds to disappear? He had mentioned that he could make the sun go away - perhaps his power extended further, also?

Celia could not help but feel a little wave of envy roll through her. She had always desired a power, something to give her an advantage over the other vampires. From what she had heard others speak, powers developed from an original human trait, one which was prominent in mortality. Obviously, Celia had never had a special trait. This used to sadden her, in the first few years of learning the ways of the vampire, but then she learned all about blood, and fighting, and killing... and silly little powers no longer bore any importance. What was the ability to read minds, or predict the future? Celia did not need anything but her natural weapons, and neither did anyone else. They were vampires. A brief, flickering curiousity filled Celia, very suddenly - what would it be like to possess the abiltiy to control the weather? Quickly, Celia shook it off. Instead of dwelling on powers, she considered how irritating it was that she could not smell Sebastian nearby - and this was her fault, due to how she had placed herself away from the wind.

So, she would look for Sebastian, if he were here. Celia thought that he was, and anyway, even if he wasn't, it was about time to stretch her legs. Not that they nessecarily needed stretching. It did get boring, however, sitting in one spot for a vast amount of time - and for Celia, the ten minutes which she had spent sitting there had been very long. Her attention span was hardly something to be proud of, infact in that aspect she was very childish.

Adopting a kind of dance to her walk, as if she were a ballerina, Celia walked carefully and purposefully along the cliff, making sure that she was stepping on the very edge. One wrong step, and she would drop from the face and plunge into the icy water. But, a wrong step would have been impossible for her. Vampires had excellent balance, after all.

It wasn't long before a tall, dark figure was revealed to be standing casually just a few metres ahead. Sebastian? Celia peered at him. Yes, it was Sebastian. His stance was casual, relaxed, face turned in the direction of the edge, gazing out at their surroundings. Celia was sure that he was aware that she was standing behind her - even if he could not smell her due to the direction of the wind, the light steps she made would be audible to his ears.

So she stepped out, the moonlight hitting her face in places as she walked forwards to stand beside him. "Enjoying the view?" She grinned at him, before glancing out at the sea below them herself. In the dark, it appeared even more sinister, deep, dangerous... and exciting. Celia would definitely jump in at some point. If Sebastian was as fearless as he had said he was, then he would surely jump in as well. If not, then she'd have no problem dragging him with her. Or even pushing him in first. It would be funny.

Celia was very pleased to see that Sebastian's eyes were just like her own, a bright, crimson red. That was good, very good to see. The vegetarians were becoming simply ridiculous, waging war upon the red eyed vampires. Really, blood was just a food soure. Technically there was nothing wrong with Celia killing humans. It was what she and many other needed to survive. Humans slaughtered animals and saw nothing of it, claimed that it was "what they required to survive," when really, if they wanted to, it would be quite possible to live off of vegetables and rice, or whatever food was popular with the humans these days. Of course, not all humans chose this vegetarian route - because, as Celia had likewise branded the animal blood diet - it was not as nice.

"Shall we make formal introductions? Even though we already know each others names, and really, there isn't much else to say apart from that." Celia spoke in a playful tone, all the while imagining what he would do if she pushed him over the cliff edge. Ha, ha. It would be hilarious, it really would. Of course, she'd jump in immediantly afterwards. Couldn't miss out on a chance to cliff dive. "Did you make the clouds disappear a few moments ago?" She asked, an edge of playful suspicion creeping into her voice.