Post by sage on Oct 8, 2009 20:47:39 GMT -5
{- I'm sorry if I've got double applications, but the last time I tried to post this, it didn't go through. -}
001. NAME• Evangeline Sage Beaumont
002. NICKNAME• Evie / Miss. Beaumont
003. REAL AGE• 76
004. HOW OLD YOU LOOK?• 22
005. BIRTHDATE• January 10th
006. WHERE YOU LIVE?• London, England
007. AND YOU FEAST ON?• Humans & animals
001. YOUR FACE• Olivia Wilde
002. HAIR• She's got thin angel hair that catches in the wisps of breezes and it's never the same- sable and sweeping across her `brow, wait, no; brown and up, blonde and layered? Straight or curled, dear?
003. EYES• Oh god, those eyes! Those melancholic, mischievous eyes that have barred away her soul with such a fine violet that the tone fluctuates with her mood.
004. HIEGHT• 5' 7½"
005. WEIGHT• 110 lb
006. BODY MODS• None; not even her ears.
007. FASHION/STYLE• She's got money; people can tell because she struts around in high-end designer clothes and she's never had an ounce of fat on her body, so she looks good. She's strange, though, and her fashion reflects it- she'll never be seen in a cocktail dress, (yes, even if she is at a cocktail party) and instead of heels, she prefers to walk around in her old, muddy sneakers that she found at some store on the corner of a street in Italy.
001. LIKES•
Thunder Road by Bruce Springsteen
music
autumn
poetry
power
a virgin's blood
sex
laughter
crystal blue
roses
children
night
002. DISLIKES•
Television
submitting
being alone
jewelry
cocktail dresses
religion
the company of humans
sunlight
003. FEARS•
Dying
rape
mutiny
aggressive werewolves
fire
004. STRENGTHS•
Manipulation
seduction
fighting skills
sensitive to her surroundings
remaining calm and composed
005. WEAKNESSES•
Children
loved ones
slow runner
loyal to a fault
lying
werepanthers
006. ODDITIES•
Purple eyes
easily aroused
scars on her right hip and thigh
very casual with affection
always wears her old muddy sneakers no matter how formal
007. ORIENTATION• Bisexual
008. SPECIFIC MORALS• She prefers to go with the flow.
009. PERSONALITY OVERVIEW• Evangeline; beautiful, damaged and beyond repair. She's POSESSIVE and draws her loved ones in, sealing them like a united barricade across her ribcage to guard her heart because it's the first thing she needs to protect. Then, they weave through her bones and imprint themselves onto her mind until suddenly she's LOYAL to the point where she would sacrifice (her sanity, her freedom, her life) everything- because, after all, they've gotten so close that they could hurt her. She's PLAYFUL when she wants to be and she likes to laugh because it feels like the innocent part of her soul is bubbling up and eclipsing the seventy-six years of corrupted history that ink her perfection. Her place is among others of her kind and it's about the thrill of acceptance and then just like that, she's superior, she's DOMINANT. Miss. Beaumont rules and yet she enforces her law with a FAIR fist because she believes everybody already has enough hate and deceit amongst their lives, and she's no stranger to either. But alas, time, she has learned, is not her friend and when it passes, memories, thoughts and lifetimes away, her everything just isn't good enough anymore and she falls. Her cries echo and then she tumbles, but amidst it all she's too PROUD to weep, and it all starts again. She's an angel that has fallen from grace and she's BROKEN, but then she sighs under her breath, ”Who isnt?”
001. PARENT ONE• Elena Elizabeth Beaumont was purple-eyed lady like no other and her life was a lie from the very point that her youngest and only son was born. Deceased.
002. PARENT TWO• William Edward Beaumont was a gentle man with dark hair and brown eyes and he just adored Evangeline. His heart was broken when he discovered his cherished son was not his. Deceased.
003. SIBLINGS• Anthony William Beaumont was named after his biological father and the only sibling of Evangeline. She absolutely loathed him for his blue eyes, his blonde hair, his everything that clearly didn't belong in their family. He was murdered shortly after Evangeline was changed, and it wasn't a coincidence.
004. PETS• None.
005. HISTORY OVERVIEW• She was normal when she was born. She was warm, flushed, human. She was welcomed into the world with money, status and a future that any good girl would kill for, and a good girl she was brought up to be. She went to school and took piano lessons and ignored the fact that her parents never touched, never cooed and were never soft with each other. She remembered them like the sharp edges of broken glass and mountains that didn't blend in the background, and when she was told how smart she was, it never came from her mother (who would scowl at her father and ask why he doted her so). But she was smart; she was a genius in the making and she was sensitive to everything around her that was blurred around the flawlessness.
When her mother started coming home exactly two hours and forty five minutes late, she never said anything, never mentioned the anxiousness in her father's skeptical glower when an excuse of, ”Oh, the girls and I--” because they both knew it wasn't her and the girls.
One afternoon exactly seven days after January 10th, Evangeline's seven birthday, her baby brother was born, and when she walked into the delivery room with the awkwardness that all uncomfortable teenagers had, she hated him. She hated him when he drank from glass bottles and when he was rocked to sleep. She loathed him from the moment he started to crawl, right up to when he told her that he was in love, (and she hated his girlfriend too, though the poor girl had done nothing to deserve the steely glower of gorgeous violet eyes.) She despised him because he just didn't fit anywhere. Not in the family photos because his eyes were blue and he had broader shoulders than her father, not at parties where girls would envy Evie's dress and wonder why they couldn't be pretty like her, and from that moment, she knew.
On her twenty-second birthday, they discovered that his father was not the man in the suit and whom payed the bills. He was some soldier who was gone, gone somewhere they would have never began to imagine.
He turned to Evie then and said, ”I want to be just like him; I want to serve.” She was mechanic as he was ordered away from her studies, her presence, her tolerance.
Two nights later, she disappeared. She had been walking home with fresh bread and then she was just nowhere- floating between reality and a hazy image of what her subconscious hoped reality to be. Somebody had pushed her and she had fallen and cracked her skull open, and when she woke, she was alone and in pain.
She blacked out again and when she came through, she was cold, cold, cold, but not affected by it, like she could feel the sensation but not the frost. She guessed that she had been gone about three days and was surprised that nobody had found her there, in the alley, and then she realized she wasn't in the alley. She was somewhere else and she knew not where she was, but she was not lost. She had developed a sixth sense and it tuned into the world around her, and while she knew it had only been days, Evie's skull was as if it had never hit pavement.
And the thirst was everywhere, and she hunted with it, moving with a speed and grace that she'd never before experienced. It led her to Anthony, her half brother, and he was pacing in his quarters.
And then she killed him, and with his blood still moist on her lips, she collapsed and fell from the pedestal on which she used to stand.
She never tried to pick herself back up.
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001. ANYTHING ELSE?• Can vampires cry?
Also, sorry for the crappy picture on this app. The eyes- ugh.
002. ROLE PLAY SAMPLE• ”The screen door slams, Mary's dress sways...” She sung under her breath in the quiet as she stalked forwards, the melody haunting from between puckered petal lips and liquid violet eyes that burned the chasm between where she walked, gracefully slinking forwards, and where she was headed, the leggy brunette that walked with an expensive purse slung over her shoulder and stilettos clicking against the dry pavement. The shadows engulfed her, dancing against her fair skin and swallowing her even as she moved, completely in sync with the darkness around her. This heavy silence was her territory and she ruled, the intensity radiating from her thirst nearly material in front of her porcelain cheeks. She was wearing her sneakers, her favorite ones that were so worn they were gray but they served their purpose. Her steps were soundless even as she began to grow more anticipated for the bittersweet blood that would gush down her throat, the shrieks turning into pleasured mewls as Evangeline worked her fingers between th--
Evie was so close, she was choked by the delicious heat that the air carried from that lush little body. She purred in the back of her throat, so quiet that no human ears would have heard. Good, she thought, the suspension is half of the thrill.
Her hips swayed to a quiet tempo in the back of her head so familiar it played unconsciously in her mind, and slowly, she shimmied up behind the girl and Evie saw her shiver. The girl was drunk- an aware human would have sensed the intimidating presence behind her. She was dressed in a sweater and her breath puffed clouds in front of pink lips. The girl seemed a virgin- Evangeline's observant mind assumed.
She exhaled against the girl's neck, and time stopped. A gentle smile played at her lips-
“Hello.” She murmured and pressed herself against the girl's tight curves. “Are you a virgin?”
