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Post by violetrose on Oct 9, 2009 15:30:39 GMT -5
001. NAME• Violet Fey Rose
002. NICKNAME• Violet, Vie, Fey.
003. REAL AGE•
466 years old
004. HOW OLD YOU LOOK?• 18
005. BIRTHDATE• April 8Th, 1543
006. WHERE YOU LIVE?• England usually but is known to wander. . .
007. AND YOU FEAST ON?• she usually gets her meals from humans but she's been trying to switch to animals. . .not working out very well
001. YOUR FACE• Cassadee Pope
002. HAIR• fully Violets hair is a deep black that seems to reflect a soft purple glow. In the night it almost seems to glow. . .
003. EYES• fully Her eyes are a deep green like your staring into a rain forest. they seem to get brighter when she's in a good mood yet turn almost black when shes hunting or in a hostile mood. . .
004. HIEGHT• She's an average height of 5'7
005. WEIGHT• 119 yet she runs and jumps like a feather . . .
006. BODY MODS• She has a nose stud that has a small blue gem on it, and has a Celtic knot tattooed on her back
007. FASHION/STYLE• Violet tends to stick with the darker shades of clothing, never wanting to be in the spotlight even when she was a human. She usually wears skinny jeans with a crimson colored tank top or a black tank top. She usually wears a scarf and bright sunglasses. You'll never see her with out her guitar on her back . . . .
001. LIKES•
♦ Staring at the stars at night
♦Singing
♦Blood
♦The rain
♦Black Roses
♦Dancing
♦Reading
♦Full Moons
002. DISLIKES• ♦Fire
♦Sunlight
♦Crowded places
♦New Moons
♦Loud noises
♦Bright lights
♦Spiders
003. FEARS•
♦She secretly fears about what shes become
♦Fears losing herself
♦Death
♦werewolves
♦Never finding a place where she belongs
004. STRENGTHS•
♦Fast
♦Cunning
♦Great at fighting
♦Has a mind of a mad genius and knows how to use it
♦Head Strong
005. WEAKNESSES•
♦Guys
♦Blood
♦Power
♦Family
♦Love
006. ODDITIES•
♦Accent
♦Her point of view on things
♦Her mood swings
♦Her music she sings, the lyrics to the songs
007. ORIENTATION• Straight
008. SPECIFIC MORALS•
Doesn't have any at the moment. . .
009. PERSONALITY OVERVIEW• Violet can seem very odd at first. She seems to keep to herself and prefers silent walks in the moon light instead of crowed parties. She may seem reserved and sometimes stuck up at first, but once you get to know her and her past, everything becomes clear. She doesn't open up to just anyone though, shes learned her lesson about that. She takes a while to warm up to strangers but once she does, shes actually a little fire cracker who can never stop smiling, even though the smile seems to always have a sad edge to it. She likes to just find a quiet roof top where she can lay back and just look at the stars and play her guitar. She's always on the move, traveling across the world in search for that one special place that she can call home. . .
001. PARENT ONE• Victor Rose/wealthy trader
002. PARENT TWO• Julia Rose/famous sculptor
003. SIBLINGS•
Ella-16,Brenden-17.
004. PETS• Has a pet kitten named Shade. Can fit in her hands and is as black as the sky. Likes to sleep in her bag while she runs, or will ride on her shoulder
005. HISTORY OVERVIEW•
Violet was born back in the Renaissance period in Italy. She was the eldest child in her family, her brother Brenden being 17 while her sister Ella was just 16. Her farther Victor made a huge fortune as being one of the first traders. Her mother Julia, was also well known for being a famous sculptor, her art showing up across all of Italy.
Violet's farther wanted his family to have the most luxurious life that money could buy and moved them out of the small home that Violet had grown up in and away from all of her friends, into a large mansion in the busiest and wealthy part of Italy. Violets mother then focused on Violets future, or more importantly who her husband would be. Violet had always been extremely attractive though she never felt like it. She was much to quiet and reserved to go out and attend balls and masquerades. She her mother took things into her own hands. For a full month the family would throw party after party, every night. And of course Violet would be forced to be the center of the attention, her mother making her dance with every boy and man that asked. Yet still no one seemed good enough to Julia. She wanted the best for her daughter and planned on giving her the best.
On Halloween though, things changed. The family had decided to throw a masquerade party at they're house, inviting everyone from the town. Violet was just getting ready to sneak off when a boy in a black crow mask walked up to her and bowed. Normally Violet would have politely turned away but there was something about the boy that drew her two her. She could hardly talk her eyes off him, even as they began to dance, or he lead them out back into the courtyard, still dancing. She never even noticed the sly look her mother had on her face, a look of pride. He lead her out into the woods, never breaking eye contact or stepping off beat as if he could still hear the music playing. She finally broke eye contact when she realised that they had stopped. She was a little nervous at first, being out in the forest with a stranger but all of her thoughts vanished as he took off his mask. He was the most gorgeous person she had ever seen, and at that moment he was staring at her, smiling.
He began to talk to her, asking her name and about her life. She would have never told a complete stranger but the words seemed to just pour out of her mouth and her soul. They seemed to talk for hours into the night. After she told him her life story he just stared at her for a moment. She was lost in his eyes and didn't even notice how he was slowly leaning in, licking his lips. She seemed to fall under a trance the moment his lips touched hers. All she could think about was him being the one. That was until she felt his mouth travel down to her throat. . . .and felt that first sharp pain. She couldn't even scream as she felt him tear into her neck, just gasp in shock. She tried to push him off but felt herself growing weaker every passing second. She slowly passed out as his face came up to hers, his eyes seeming to be glowing as a small trail of blood ran down his mouth.
She woke up in his arms, not remembering what happened for a moment. But when he told her what she was now, it all came back in a painful blast. She started crying and screaming, trying to get away from him. She fell to the ground as she got up, looking at the boy in horror. He told her that he had to leave, and that he would find her again someday. She protested, not wanting to be alone but was to weak to get up and try to run after him, his parting words being "Stay out of the sun my love".
Now Violet walks the earth in search of the man that changed her, knowing nothing but his face. She hates what shes become but can't bring herself to hate him. . . .
 Yo', my name is Gaby, and I've been the walking dead for 15 years, and I've been grave robbing for 4 years, I dug up lovely Crimson Kiss by means of friends and adore it.
001. ANYTHING ELSE?• questions, comments, anything...
002. ROLE PLAY SAMPLE•
Violet sighed as she stepped out of the shadows, wiping her mouth on the back of her hand. She needed something to drink and she needed it now. She growled to herself in frustration as she walked down the deserted road, stopping when the sound of music tumbled into her ears. "Brilliant" She said in her seductive voice, that still had a little hint of an Italian accent. She had adapted pretty well to this country's accent, almost mastering it perfectly.
She started to run, a black streak that glided threw the night until she came to a sudden graceful halt in front of a bar. The neon lights made he squint and pull her glasses on, even though it was at night. She simply moved into the shadows and waited for her prey to come to her.
After maybe ten minutes the door to the bar slowly opened and a guy that was maybe twenty came staggering out. "Hello there" She said smiling as she stepped out of the shadows, enjoying the look on his face when he saw her. "Uh Hey" he said awkwardly as Violet slowly began to walk towards him, forcing him into the alleyway. "Uh can I help you?' He stuttered out as he pressed himself against the wall. "Yes. . . .you can let me have a little taste" She said as she licked her lips and walked up to him, touched his neck gently, pushing his head to the side. "What the hell? What do you want! Crazy-" He started to say but was cut off as Violet pushed his head over sharply and plunged her teeth into his neck with a feral growl. She smiled to herself as she began to feed, the warm nectar filling her with life. . . . .
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