Mercedes Webber

[mercy]

001. NAME• Mercedes Lucrecia Webber
002. NICKNAME• Mercy, Luke
003. REAL AGE• 103
004. HOW OLD YOU LOOK?• 19
005. BIRTHDATE• October 6, 1906
006. WHERE YOU LIVE?•Mercedes travels between New York and London
007. AND YOU FEAST ON?• Humans, more men, but females will do just nicely.

001. YOUR FACE• Autumn Reeser
002. HAIR• Usually long and straight. Sometimes, it’s long and wavy. As far as color, her hair is brown with some highlights.
003. EYES• Prior to the change, her eyes were gray, now they are usually black.
004. HIEGHT• About 5’6
005. WEIGHT• 125 lbs.
006. BODY MODS•
007. FASHION/STYLE• Mercedes has gone through several stages in her 100 years. Groing up in the early 1900s, Mercedes was given the opportunity to dress as a flapper; short, straight dresses, headbands, sequins, the whole shebang. Now that she has “grown up”, Mercedes is never caught without her high heels on. She likes to be casual, so she can usually be seen wearing jeans. Otherwise, Mercy is usually wearing dresses, most of the time black, giving her that seductive look she goes for when trying to find food. Overall, Mercedes is classy, showing enough skin to get what she wants and covering up enough to conform to society’s standards.

001. LIKES•
Traveling
Men
Occasionally women
Shopping
Money
Books
Dancing
002. DISLIKES• Stupidity
Being hungry
Ignorance
Drama
Perversion
Rock and Roll after the 70s
Jealousy
003. FEARS• Sunlight
Eternity
Being alone
Immortality
Love
004. STRENGTHS• Persuasion
Flirting
History
Differentiating between scents
Dancing
005. WEAKNESSES• Romance
Sympathy
An almost hedonistic personality
Egotism
Stubborn
006. ODDITIES• counts her steps
snaps a rubberband on her wrist everytime she curses, trying to feel the pain and be more ladylike
twirls her hair around her middle finger during conversation
bites at her cheeks constantly
007. ORIENTATION• she does like men, occasionally a woman, but, for the most part, she leans the straight way.
008. SPECIFIC MORALS• She will not have a one night stand, sex is for love.
009. PERSONALITY OVERVIEW•
Mercedes Webber isn’t your typical female. She does like the sexual aspect of life, making her a little on the promiscuous side. Luckily, she’ll never actually go through with the act, unless she’s completely and utterly in love.
Mercedes suffered from ocd when she was human, and unluckily for her, it followed her into the afterlife, making it difficult for her to walk anywhere without counting her steps. Along with the counting, she tends to revert to nervous habits, like twirling her hair around her fingers constantly.
Mercedes for the most part lives the life of a normal woman. She likes clothes, fashion and shopping, and can never get enough celebrity gossip. But, she does tend to scare people away when she gets comfortable around them, cursing continuously. It’s not every other word, but it’s pretty darn close.

001. PARENT ONE• Willhelm Webber, Accountant
002. PARENT TWO• Georgina Webber, homemaker
003. SIBLINGS• None
004. PETS• None
005. HISTORY OVERVIEW•

Born in 1906 to Willhelm and Georgina Webber, Mercedes lived a happy life. Her spanish mother, Georgina, taught her how to be a lady, and how to properly conduct herself in society. And, although her mother worked hard to keep Mercedes in line, she strayed every now and again. With a father who worked constantly, Mercedes did have the occasional outburst, causing her mother more grief than anything.

As a teenager, Mercedes chose a life of promiscuity, sneaking into speakeasies and such, trying to be the rebel her mother and father rather she not be. By the time she was 16, her mother had finally been driven to depression, staying home and making it difficult for Mercedes to be taught any different than what she was learning. Later, at age 40, Mercedes’s mother took turn for the worst, passing away because of the depression, leaving an 18 year old Mercedes and a heartbroken Willhelm Webber to keep going without a mother and wife.

To most, Mercedes would be seen as somewhat of a tease, nowadays; however, she was always far from it. Mercedes was taught to be a lady, and although she never quite understood it, she was going to follow at least one of her mother’s rules.

Mercedes was turned vampire in 1925, at the age of 19. The sad truth of the story is, that the night she was turned, Mercedes was celebrating her 19th birthday with a group of her friends. To make a long story short, she met a man at the speakeasie they had ventured to, he whispered sweet nothings and got her alone in the alleyway behind the building and had his way with her. He turned her to a vampire and showed no remorse afterwards. For days, Mercedes’s father looked for her and finally gave up hope when Mercedes didn’t return home after several weeks. As her transformation completed and Mercedes found it difficult to live without the blood of humans, she found it too difficult to try and return to her father. Soon after, Willhelm Webber, passed away, feeling alone, without anything to live for.

To this day, Mercedes blames herself for her father’s death, and finds it difficult to let anyone in, for fear that she’ll ruin their life as well.

Yo', my name is Rae, and I've been the walking dead for 19 years, and I've been grave robbing for 10 years, I dug up lovely Crimson Kiss by means of Hollow Art and adore it.

001. ANYTHING ELSE?• nope.
002. ROLE PLAY SAMPLE•

Midnight. Only a few hours until any kind of good food would be ready for the taking.

Mercedes Webber, made her way out of her apartment building, checking her watch continuously. She was starving. It might as well have been a week since she had gotten any kind of nutrition, but at this point she was all too used to the burning sensation in her throat. She walked slowly, working not to look desperate for anything.

She pushed her hair back out of her face. She wasn't much of a fan for unruly hair. And, there it was. Cloverdilly Pub. She let a smile spread across her lips as her tongue ran slowly over the teeth that would eventually be fangs. She caught herself and smiled, slightly at one of the young, tasty looking men that was standing outside, waiting for permission from, what seemed to be, his girlfriend, to walk in. Mercedes let a soft wink go in his direction just before she took her first steps into the pub.

Half-past twelve. She had managed to waste a half an hour walking from her apartment to the pub, which was something that would only take about 2 minutes at a good pace. At the thought, she sighed. It would be at least another hour before any one would fight with their date or ask to take her home. That was the sacrifice she would have to make.

Mercedes took a few more steps into the pub. She had finally crossed the dining area, which was still more of a waiting area for grotesque individuals who liked to eye the young women. She shook her head, making sure to keep her fangs hidden and moved to the end of the bar. There, she took her seat, making sure that the hem of her skirt didn't ride up too much and that she didn't look completely helpless despite her hunger. She placed a hand, palm down, flat on the bar and smiled at the bartender, waiting for him to finish up with the rest of the customers who actually needed drinks.

She took a quick look around the room, scanning for potential meals. Perhaps even a friend or two. But, much to her dismay, nothing. The men who sat in the pub, were far from appetizing, and sadly, it seemed as though the delicious young man from outside had been forced to leave by the woman he had on his arm. Mercedes shook her head at the thought, and let out a soft sigh.

At the release of her sigh a young, far from appealing man took his seat just next to her. She let a smirk play across her lips and shook her head. She turned to face him and forced a smile. "Name's Mercedes, call me Luke, and nothing else. And, no, you may not buy me a drink." she nodded. "What you can do for me, is take a seat down at the other end of this bar. I'd hate for my friends to see me sitting with the likes of you." she said softly, turning back to see the bartender waiting for her order. She went on, ignoring the man and smiled. "Can I get a gin and tonic?" she said sweetly, smiling as it came to her almost instantly.

"I figured you'd want the usual." the bartender said quickly, flashing a charming grin, that would have made Mercedes blush if she could.

"Thank you." she nodded, taking the glass in her hand and running her index finger along the rim.