Andrée LaCour [Done]

[andreelacour]

001. NAME• Andrée LaCour
002. NICKNAME• Andy
003. REAL AGE• 120
004. HOW OLD YOU LOOK?• 30
005. BIRTHDATE• June 21
006. WHERE YOU LIVE?• New Orleans, Louisiana
007. AND YOU FEAST ON?• Bloodbanks and Animals

001. YOUR FACE• Melinda Clark
002. HAIR• Long, wavy, red hair that falls to the middle of her back. Rarely does she tie it back, it's almost always hanging free.
003. EYES• Her eyes are green. She doesn't really put on eye make-up, just outlines her eyes with kohl to make them stand out even more.
004. HIEGHT• Stands about 5'6"
005. WEIGHT• 130 lbs
006. BODY MODS• Pentacle tattoo on the back of her neck.
007. FASHION/STYLE• Mostly she can be found wearing Victorian Gothic style of clothing, as she was alove during that time period. Though she enjoys the big elaborate gowns, she also likes to be casual so a couple of pairs of jeans and some T-shirts can be found in her closet.

001. LIKES•
Cigarettes,
Alcohol
taking long walks,
music,
painting,
dancing,
flirting

002. DISLIKES•
Arguments,
Politics,
Christianity,
Young children
Loneliness
Bright lights
Cooking

003. FEARS•
Dogs
Being alone for eternity
Death
Werewolves
The sun

004. STRENGTHS•
Observant
Loyal
Honest
Punctual
Intelligent

005. WEAKNESSES•
Sarcastic
Pessimistic
Men
promiscuous
Short Tempered

006. ODDITIES•
Can be a complete nerd
Has a room in her house entirely dedicated to her many porceline dolls.
Has a tendancy to be clumsy, but still walks around in high heels.

007. ORIENTATION• Straight

008. SPECIFIC MORALS•

009. PERSONALITY OVERVIEW•
Andrée is a woman who knows what she wants and generally goes for it. Mainly this goes for men that she invites into her bed. She's a bit of a slut in that matter, but it makes her feel like she's in power and control. Despite her upbringing, she has no problems having a different man every night.

Despite her promiscuous lifestyle, Andrée is a very private person who seldom lets people see the real her. She is slow to trust strangers and has learned that not all is what it seems when it comes to others that she comes across.

She is very loyal to those that she does call friend and will do whatever is in her power to do for them. She rarely lies, and if she does, it is to protect or to not give information that need not be given.

Andrée is quite short tempered and will not sugar coat anything should someone cross that line and piss her off. With her short temper, her mouth is her main weapon. A quick wit and an arsenol of sarcasm are what she uses instead of force.

001. PARENT ONE• Emilé LaCour
002. PARENT TWO• Georges Lacour
003. SIBLINGS• None
004. PETS• Mischief (cat)
005. HISTORY OVERVIEW•

Andrée grew up on a plantation in Louisiana with her parents. She had no siblings as it has hard for her parents to concieve. There were many miscarriages so when Andrée was born, she was the pride and joy of her parents.

She had a normal childhood and teen years. Nothing too exciting happening until she reached marrying age. She was being courted by a young man who she didn't seem particularly fond of. When he proposed, she refused. She didn't want to be tied down, and she definitly didn't want him. Obviously her parents weren't too happy about her refusal. At the time Andrée was in her late 20's and her parents didn't have much time left.

Her parent's passed away that winter, within months of eachother. Being the sole heir, everything went to Andrée. She wasn't sure what to do with it all, as her family was qute well off because of the farm and other ventures that her father participated in.

One night, shortly after her 30th birthday, a stranger came calling to the door. Having started her questionable lifestyle months after the death of her parents, Andrée allowed him in the house. It didn't take long for her to realize there was something different about this man. She was attracted to him. Andrée didn't know when it happened, but she was turned that night. It was the most amazing feeling she had ever had.

She never saw her maker again after that night.

Securing herself in a secretive lifestyle, she sold off the family farm and moved to the French Quarter of New Orleans. There she lived quietly, leaving to find food and other forms of entertainment. She never had the drive to travel outside the state or go to another country. She is perfectly happy where she is.

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001. ANYTHING ELSE?• MY first vampire/werewolf RPG
002. ROLE PLAY SAMPLE•

It was a beautiful night as Andrée walked through the streets of New Orleans. The moon was full and bright in the sky. There were no clouds so she saw everything as clearly as if it were daylight. It was the perfect illusion to her, for she had been enslaved to the night for the past ninety years.

Farther up the block she could no longer hear the distinctful swish of her skirts and could only hear the brassy tones of the jazz music that came from a nearby bar. She debated with herself on going inside to have a drink.

Andrée smiled as she looked thorugh the windows. She was being noticed by the clientele. Not that she didn't get notice when she went places. Her particular choice in clothing always got her stared at.

Finally making her decision, she walked into the bar. The music instantly grew louder as she passed over the threshold. She made her way over the to bartender. She sat on a barstool, which could be quite difficult due to the bunching of her dress, and gave her order.

"Whiskey on the rocks." Her voice was steady and unwavered. The bartender returned quickly with her order.

She took the drink and began to sip it as she looked over the crowd in the establishment.

There were quite a few humans there that night. It had been years since she had the pleasure of taking a human. Sometimes she thought of that feeling of taking the life of a young man, like she was some sort of black widow. But she didn't enjoy that feeling most of the time.

She turned back to her drink and took another look around. A particularily handsome young man was looking at her from across the bar. His eyes told her what he was looking for. Maybe she would oblige him...

Or maybe she would just go home and try to level her night elf priest to eighty before the sun came up.

Andrée got up and paid for her whiskey, then she walked towards the door. She cast one last sly look at the man across the bar and then left.

[Ellie]

hmm, I need 300+ words in the RP sample, I know in the app it said 200, but the count has been since then changed. Also, a little more in personality and history wouldn't hurt either.

[andreelacour]

Okay. Fixed.