Shane Towers [Fin?]

[blake]

001. NAME• Shane Towers
002. NICKNAME• Shane is simple enough.
003. REAL AGE• 69
004. HOW OLD YOU LOOK?• Early twenties, but if one had impeccable age-guessing intuition, 23.
005. BIRTHDATE• December 15, 1940.
006. WHERE YOU LIVE?• Los Angeles in the attic of an auto shop.
007. AND YOU FEAST ON?• She's a scavenger and will feed off what she can get, but she is partial to fresh blood from the jugular of a human.

001. YOUR FACE• Olivia Wilde
002. HAIR• Shane is a wild girl, and her long unkempt hair reflects her rebellious nature. The hue is a dark brunette, and keeping out of the sun has done wonders for it's health. Usually set in soft waves, the brunette mass is not fussed over to the point of being styled. Though on the rare special occasion she can be bothered to fix it up with a comb.
003. EYES• Arguably Shane's best features are set on each side of her nose and don't protrude from her chest. Her eyes are of a shade of grey, tumultuous like a sea during the change of tide. The neutral color conceals all emotion, but remains intriguing enough to glamor humans with ease.
004. HIEGHT• With the average stature of a female being half way between five and six feet, Shane dominates at a solid five foot eleven. Her height is such a rare quality to find in another that she is instantly fascinated by women who don't require being looked down at.
005. WEIGHT• Shane is not a stick, but her defined physique is product of added muscle mass and not excess body fat. The lack of fat added to her frame successfully reduced her bust line and other features that strike a chord in the alternative brain of men.
006. BODY MODS• Her right shoulder blade is marred by a thick black old English font to mark her for eternal life as a 'Slick Serpent' with the initials 'SS'. Damn her foolish youth as a member of the silly greaser street gang.
007. FASHION/STYLE• Not being a 'prim' and 'proper' lady, Shane is seen in variations of the classic jeans, t-shirt, and leather jacket combo. Try to shove her in something other than pants and you will not live to see the next sun rise. Hey, it's a fair trade, she can't see it either.

001. LIKES•

• Innocent women (they are a gas to frustrate and eventually corrupt)
  
• Warm blood sliding down her throat, clinging to her teeth to escape the fated plunge into her system.
  
• Cigarettes; a luxury that cannot kill the undead.
  
• Alcohol; more often than not something in the whiskey family.
  
• Cars with an emphasis on mid sixties to early seventies American muscle.
  
• Fights; they make her feel alive again.
  
• Fixing things and tinkering with mechanical devices.
  
• The following smells also appeal to her: tobacco, gasoline, car fumes.

002. DISLIKES•

• Clingy wo(men).
  
• Fruity drinks.
  
• Humans that think they are the most evolved species.
  
• Knives; once you've been sliced enough times you develop a disliking.
  
• Morals; more specifially those that claim to have them and then delineate from them.
  
• Prudes; life is so much more fun when lived via a less frigid perspective.
  
• Politics of any kind; they are messy and represent authoritarian figures that Shane does not care to be ruled over by.

003. FEARS• Fire (duh), being restrained and prevented from doing what she wants, commitment, high heels (they would be a death sentence), her eternal life being ended abruptly by someone else's hands.
004. STRENGTHS• Humans would find her enhanced abilities impressive, but in the vampire community that is hardly relevant. She is excellent at solving puzzles and fixing things, such tasks manage to focus her erratic mind. Her life of over half a century has been spent seeking out constant amusement, a key factor for achieving her goal of a life of no boredom is interaction with other beings. She enjoys toying with others mentally and has become quite the artisan in the ways of manipulation.
005. WEAKNESSES• Relationships, she can't keep them alive whether it falls under 'romantic' or not. She cannot empathize with anyone, even her fellow pulse-less, which tends to put limitations on her 'social' life.
006. ODDITIES• Cannot stand up straight for the life of her and hunches a lot, or leans against a welcoming wall. Her own thoughts often amuse her to the point of making her prone to random, maniacal, bursts of laughter. Smokes religiously and insists on flicking her burned down cigarette butts at passersby. Will entertain herself by staring at another, how awkward for them!
007. ORIENTATION• Ambiguity babe, gotta love it.
008. SPECIFIC MORALS• If any of her beliefs could be classified as 'morally' relevant, she does refuse to drink from children. She cannot seem to override this complex no matter how many times she lures an unsuspecting youth into a dark alley, never completing the job.
009. PERSONALITY OVERVIEW•
Wild. Shane does what she wants when she wants, acting on any whim her rather eccentric brain produces. Some call it spontaneity, but she likes to think that her rash decisions function as an accomplice to her thorough anti-establishment ideals. It certainly falls within that circle when her desires cross over into legal gray areas or fall off the edge of what is acceptable under the law altogether.

Her often thought of as crazy ways make the idea of chaos very appealing to her. She's a trouble maker and will instigate uncontrollable situations for her own amusement, she is even more encouraging when it benefits more than her wanting to eliminate boredom. There is nothing she would not do if it was a means to a better life for herself, including sacrificing a fellow being. She is fueled by rather extreme emotions, but they are all geared towards her own personal pleasure, and if taking out a human (over the age of 16 of course) strikes her fancy, she'll do it.

The congealed blood that sits dormant in her veins has long been robbed of it's warmth, and once changed, this lack of body heat matched Shane's already cold and callous nature. She only cares for herself, and it would be foolish of anyone, living or dead, to make the mistake of thinking otherwise.

001. PARENT ONE• Leonard Towers of 'Leo's Auto Repair', former car mechanic and current occupant of plot A351 in Detroit's fabulous Elmwood cemetery.
002. PARENT TWO• Ethel Marie Towers, deceased hair dresser with a knack for up dos.
003. SIBLINGS• John Joseph, 71, currently battling lung cancer on his soon to be death bed at St. John (irony) Riverview Hospital.
004. PETS• Shane doesn't do pets, they would only end up as dinner.
005. HISTORY OVERVIEW•
Shane's life did not get interesting until her teenage years, they are after all what shapes a person into who they will become in their transition into adulthood. Her father, Leo for short, had taken an interest in teaching her his skill set revolving around cars and any other vehicle with an engine after his son disappointingly chose the arts over a real job, a man's job. She spent her afternoons and evenings after school assisting her father at his shop, developing a keen interest in automobiles herself.

At school none of the other chicks dug what she was spilling about how to rebuild a manual transmission or which new models of the Ford line would out drag the others. She was isolated by her fellow classmates and forced to find acceptance in the other social rejects, the greasers. Shane began neglecting her school duties entirely and focused all brain power on developing her skills as a mechanic and making plans to cruise downtown and show those Falcons what Serpents were made of.

After dropping out of school her father employed her full time and 'Leo's Auto Repair' became the hang out for all her gang. She continued this trend of brawling, fixing, and general bad assery until her early twenties. After stupidly cornering an unsuspecting stranger downtown with three of her pals, they were left for dead and she was made undead.

It didn’t take her long to discover what she had become, her new powers a sign that she was destined for greater things... Well at least a move to somewhere less economically fucked than Detroit. Shane got the hell outta dodge and made west, she wouldn’t be enjoying the sunny California weather anytime soon, but if she was going to find any others like herself, the streets of Los Angeles sounded like the place to be.

Shane had already turned into a scrapper through her gang affiliation, but the bustling world or L.A. intensified her affinity for an alternative lifestyle and her new abilities made fights and all around hoodlum activities not only easier, but more fun. It was in the city that she was exposed to the conflict between her own kind and those beasts. This warring appealed to her pre-established fascination with gang affiliation and fed her need for senseless violence.

Now living above a car restoration shop she is content partaking in ‘shit stirring’ trouble and working on the prize cars below, spending eternity the way she chooses.

Yo', my name is Blake, and I've been the walking dead for 19 (going on 20) years, and I've been grave robbing for 2 years, I dug up lovely Crimson Kiss by means of that SEXAAAAY bitch Cali and adore it.

001. ANYTHING ELSE?• No.
002. ROLE PLAY SAMPLE•

“Son of a bitch.” Neon green anti freeze ate through the radiator of a 1965 Plymouth Belvedere and dripped to the concrete below to create an ever growing puddle of the dangerous liquid. Each drop mixing with it’s fellow escapees to gang up and become a larger mess for Shane to waste her precious time dealing with. All she had was time, but still, the tedious task would force her plans of getting that Dodge in the back running after several nights of meticulous engine work further down her ‘to-do’ list.

The pale complected figure rubbed her eyes out of habit as she made her first emergence from the cave of an attic apartment since the sun dipped below the horizon to indicate the days end for the still breathing portion of the population. She made for a tray to collect the fugitive liquid with, the logical and conditioned thing to do. But after making only a few space-devouring strides, Shane abandoned the idea for a much more appealing one. She was hungry and needed to drain something of it’s life in order to satisfy her own need to feed.

Her sensitive ears honed in on the distant bark of the pooch next door, chained to the fence of the warehouse to ward off any delinquents set on vandalizing the metal structure. A smirk hiked up the corner of her desaturated lips, canine wasn’t bad, but what was even more mouth watering was the passerby that the pup was announcing. There was no sense in relying on terms such as ‘breakfast, ‘lunch’, or ‘dinner’ to add a definition to her meals. The hours she kept made them obsolete, but even if the feeding lacked a human definition it was still essential. Order up!

Shane was at the front of her place of rest and business, an auto shop that specified in classic American muscle, in record time to meet the back of the night walker. What was a person doing walking the industrial district alone several hours after the sun left, making the area dangerous? Oh well, they would be taught their lesson, left to never make such a mistake again.