Kayla Brooke (Finished)

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001. NAME• Kayla Louise Brooke.
002. NICKNAME• Kay.
003. REAL AGE• 34.
004. HOW OLD YOU LOOK?• Looks 23. Turned at the age of 19.
005. BIRTHDATE• 16th March 1975.
006. WHERE YOU LIVE?• London, England.
007. AND YOU FEAST ON?• Humans. Kayla has never believed in hurting animals as a human, even if she is a vampire now, her belief still hasn't changed.

001. YOUR FACE• Maria Brink
002. HAIR• Kay’s hair is long and almost a bleached looking white blonde, though this is her natural hair colour. Her hair is incredibly long, nearly flowing down to the bottom of her back. Kayla mostly wears her hair up in a messy, yet stylish type clipped back ponytail or bun. Strands of loose hair flicking down into her face and around her ears. With a fashionable fringe laid down across the right side of her face, almost covering her eye. Though her hair maybe styled all messy and slicked to the side of her face, it still looks immaculately perfect.
003. EYES• Kayla's eyes are magnificent, oceanic blue from close around the edges. In the light they are almost as pale as her porcelain skin. Closer to the the iris the blue softens into a smokey, subtle grey making her eyes almost entrancing to gaze into. Having to always roam the world at night, Kayla's eyes are still pale,but just not as noticable. Her stare having a much darker appearance.
004. HIEGHT• 5"7.
005. WEIGHT• 102 pounds.
006. BODY MODS• Coloured sleave covering almost the whole of her right arm, stars and faces inked into her flesh. Black chunky 19mm flesh tunnels within both her ears, showing a huge gaping whole to look through.
007. FASHION/STYLE•
The blonde loves old fashion clothes, from the short polka-dot dresses, to the Victorian sense of fashion. Though she likes these trends, she rarely wears them out and about the streets, she personally would like to, but knows that it would draw to much attention to her then she really needs. Kayla wears the plain light demin torn at the thigh jeans, or sometimes when she feels like it, small skirts. Always having thick black eye makeup, Kayla preffers the dark eyed look. The vampire wears whatever she feels necessary on the day, and what she feels she looks good in. From tight tank tops, to the skimpy strap tops. Stylish leather heals to the normal, ordinary trainers. Kayla likes to show off a little bit of flesh now and then, whether or not her skin is as almost pale as snow.

001. LIKES•
* Animals.
* Tattoos.
* Piercings.
* Late night parties.
* Men.
* Clothes.
* Metalcore and Hardcore Punk.
* Human Blood.
* The adrenaline of the kill.

002. DISLIKES•
* Animal abuse.
* Pointless fighting.
* Bitches and liers.
* Classic music.
* Daylight.
* Being bored.
* Feeling hungry.
* The smell of stale blood.
* Silence.

003. FEARS•
* Walking the Earth alone. Forever.
* Dieing a slow and painful death.
* Her darkest secret becoming known to the world.
* Meeting a Werewolf face to face.
* Being the reason a close friend gets hurt.

004. STRENGTHS•
* Super strength.
* Good sense of hearing.
* Sensitive smell.
* Fangs.
* Intimidating when need be.
* Deceiving in appearance.

005. WEAKNESSES•
* Human Blood, especially that of a young male.
* Sunlight.
* Fire.
* Small enclosed spaces.
* Sarcastic attidude.
* Violent.
* Flirtatious and cheeky.

006. ODDITIES•
* Smiling when in trouble.
* Pouting her lips.
* Tilting her head to the side.
* Staring into space.

007. ORIENTATION• Straight.
008. SPECIFIC MORALS• Kayla doesn't really have any morals. She only has thoughts that she believes should be shared. Such as one to go with her violent behaviour, 'If somone hurts you, hurt them back. But twice as hard.'
009. PERSONALITY OVERVIEW• Kayla is a placid person, she is not easily disturbed nor is she easy to upset. Appearing to be a calm person in appearance, Kayla is really a truly violent character. This is from her past upbringing, Kayla is one who can now easily control herself from the urges of lashing out at another, it takes a lot of grinding her teeth and clenching her fists to contain her rage. But besides all that, Kayla is pretty much peaceful. The blonde can be very deceiving in appearance, her angelic looks and her innocent smile may lead people off track of what and who she truly is. The vampire has more respect for animals then she does humans, animals being her sensitive spot. Kayla sees humans as her main source of food and nothing else. When she was a human she disagreed with animal cruelty, a subject that really gets her veins boiling. Even though she is a blood sucker now, she still disagrees with it to this day. The sound of a human’s last dieing breath and their painful screams gets her body tingling. Human blood all the way!

Flirtatious and cheeky, Kayla sees herself as a product of god. Full of sarcasm and arrogance, Kayla isn’t afraid to say what she thinks about something or even a person. She is almost fearless to most things around her, knowing that she has the power to end almost anyone’s miserable and plain life. The blonde vampire likes to live her life on the edge, doing things that she never got to do as a human, even though her life is very unlikely to end any time soon, she likes to live each day as if it was her last. Living dangerously and constantly having fun. There really isn’t much you know about a person until you really meet them.

001. PARENT ONE• Charles Brooke. Sales Manager.
002. PARENT TWO• Joanne Brooke. Care Assistant. (Deceased)
003. SIBLINGS• Sophia Brooke.
004. PETS• None.
005. HISTORY OVERVIEW•

Kayla and her family lived a normal life in England, living in the rough city of London. Kay was the youngest daughter of the family. Darren being the aged twenty-three and only boy and Megan the eldest at twenty-five. Kayla grew more into her teenage years, finally hitting the age of seventeen. She became more rebellious after time went on. Becoming more of a handful and more troublesome then the eldest pair. She slowly became the black sheep of the family. Kay constantly snuck out of the house and spent mindless hours gallivanting around with her friends. Whether it was causing nothing but mischief or spending time at her friends houses getting drunk or even smoking marijuana. Kay didn’t really care what her parent’s thought, she’d always arrive home within the early hours of the morning. They would complain, but eventually her parents gave up with her and her supposed ‘habit’. But though they had given up they still disagreed with her actions. And Kayla continued doing her own thing.

When she became of age to move out from the family house like her brother and sister, she found herself a place to live. Getting herself a job as well as keeping her mischievous ways. She’d work to live and still spend time with her friends and have a ’good’ time and a get drunk. Kayla wasn’t like her family, she didn’t want to be stuck down by society and live the way everyone spent theirs. She wanted to be herself and have a good time. Even if it was illegal, it wasn’t such a big deal in her eyes, her mother had always said to her “It’s just your generation.” David, her father would always agree. Even though her older brother did most of the things she did, one would suppose all that from being the youngest, she was bound to get moaned at more. Kayla didn’t have to bother with all that anymore. She was free and becoming independent.

When Kayla’s nineteenth arrived, her friends had decided to take her out on a run of the clubs. Finding out and now filled with excitement, they get themselves ready and met up with a few others. The journeys taken to the pubs were a pleasant ones, conversing and having a laugh as they strolled. After a few long hours of pub running, they finally arrived at the last club of the night. Most of them swaying to each side and almost slurring, they got through the doors and ventured towards the bar, some of them splitting up to find a table or have a dance. Kayla went to the bar and sat on one of the many vacant stools. Buying drinks, her friends went to their table, leaving Kayla chatting to a mysteriously charming lad. Kay giggled and smiled at his charming, funny words as he tried to hold a conversation with her. Drinking and buying one for another, after an hour or two of talking to him, Kayla went back to her friends and spent the rest of the night dancing and drinking with them.

The night came to an end as the clubs started to close, Kayla and her friends swayed out into the night. Walking along the streetlamp lit streets, the sound of heels scuffing against the floor and their girlish laughter. Most of the group had been split in the pub crawl, Kay being left with her best friend and two others. As they began to walk down the street, some people taking a taxi home. Kayla smiled and said she was alright to walk, her friends who were also walking, walked some of the way with her till they had to sway their own separate ways. Having a friendly hug and goodbye, Kayla began to stumble her way down the street. Pushing her hair behind her ear, heels occasionally scuffing the concrete, Kayla walked across the road, eventually turning down the street. Something Kayla was completely unaware of, because of her intoxicated state, the man that she had been talking to hours ago, was just around the corner.

As it were, Kayla not being aware of anything around her, walked into the lad. Stunned and smiling, Kayla apologised and began to walk onwards. Being concerned on her state, the lad followed her and said that he would gladly escort her home. Not sure about his offer, Kayla smiled and eventually agreed on the idea. The lad with enthusiasm began to walk Kay down the street, going back to their conversation they were having earlier on. Smiles and laughter sounded for a good twenty minutes as they walked. Nearing Kayla’s apartment, she peered to her door and pulled out her keys, the lad still following. Looking to him with a drunk smile she offered him inside. Enthusiastic, the man agreed and walked into her home. When Kayla finally closed the door, she yelled as she felt a painful sensation serge down her neck into her whole body, quickly a pale hand was slapped around her mouth to silence her. With a struggle that had begun with failure started, Kayla could feel her body going limp, her eyes spinning as the alcohol wasn’t aiding the sensation of pain. She finally blacked out.

The next night Kay awoke on the sofa, a sting in her neck and the strange taste of blood within her mouth. Confused and hung over, Kay couldn’t remember a thing that had happened that night. Deciding to push it aside and not to worry, Kay rolled over and decided to sleep in a little longer. When she re-awoke, heading straight into the bathroom, Kay was horrified to see two identical wholes pierced through her neck. Not wanting to go into it, Kayla remained at home for the rest of the night. When midnight hit, Kayla felt a weird sensation through her body, a small uprising of pain pulsing through her joints and limbs

After three days of spending timeless hours on the couch in pain, horrifying feelings like nothing she had ever felt over her. She laid on the sofa in front of the television, a excruciating feeling hitting her like a smack to the face. Groaning and clenching her body in pain, Kay’s eyes began to blacken and her quick painful pants began to slowly die out till a soft rattle of breath escaped her paling lips. Within three days of painful struggling, Kay now laid dead. Her skin pale and her body motionless. Her dead eyes shimmering as she staring at the television. Kay awoke from a sleep that felt like only seconds. Her eyes a shocking pale blue and her skin almost the colour of porcelain. The pain in her neck had gone and the wound had heeled. All that remained were two small puncture scars. Lifting her top to cover her shoulder and the scar close to the neck, Kay lifted herself from the couch and sat up. She felt strange, it was weird, but…good. Kayla soon left the apartment and walked around the streets, her vision was sharper, her hearing keener. The smell of burning tyres more noticeable from the speeding cars, Kayla felt herself as a new being and wandered into the night, seeing the world from a different point of view.

Eventually after a long walk, Kay came across the club she had partied at the day before. Walking inside the club she noticed a few drunk lads. Watching them carefully, a sudden thirst felt like it had erupt from her very core. As she watched the lad dance around, his muscular body moving in rhythm to the music, Kayla found herself unable to stop staring. Turning around and looking to the bar, Kayla bit her lip. Slowly a trickling feeling began to tingle at her chin. Lifting a finger to her mouth, wiping her chin, Kayla peered down to see blood on the tip of her finger. Eyes widened and she cleaned it away and glanced back to the young male, transfixed. What was wrong with her?

Lingering around the club for the most of two hours, Kayla watched as the man left the club. Instantly, the a lion on the prowl, Kayla found herself stalking after him. She couldn’t control herself, there was something tell her to follow. Turning a corner the blonde saw him leaning against a wall, another blonde kissing at him. With a devious smile, Kay approached. Pulling back the blonde silently, with a quick flick of her hands, the blonde dropped to the floors. Dead. Peering down at the pretty girl, Kay tilted her head curiously and then glanced back towards the drunk lad. Still leaning against the wall, Kayla walked towards him and placed her hands on his shoulders. Staring at him like a insane person, Kay gradually pushed her lips to his neck and began to copy what the other girl had been doing. Opening her mouth wider after five minutes, sharp fangs retracted and soon began to pierce through his flesh. A grunt sounded from the intoxicated male and Kay covered his mouth with her hand. Holding without much effort, he was pinned within the ally. The crimson liquids flowed from his veins into her mouth, the warmth of his blood on her tongue mind blowing. Dropping his limp body to the floor, Kay inhaled satisfyingly. Eyes widened with pleasure. Now Kayla knew what this urging thirst that had over come her was. Now she knew what she had been made.

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001. ANYTHING ELSE?• I also play Maxine Blair
002. ROLE PLAY SAMPLE•

Rain began to drizzle lightly from the skies, murky clouds hiding the sun from the world. It was a dull Saturday morning and Maxine was making her way down the car cluttered streets. A long drawn out sigh escaped her lips, hands gradually pulling her black hood over her head. Malachite, green eyes gazed around slowly. She watched as huddled groups of people jogged under their umbrellas, rushing to get proper shelter from the rain. Peering down at the puddle scattered grounds, Max rolled her eyes at the sound of car horns echoing within her ears. Teeth grinding softly, the dark red head turned a corner and began to make her way to the usual café she visited on gloomy days such at this.

Placing her hands into her pockets, Maxie quickened her pace as she crossed the main road. A bright yellow taxi beeping his horn in annoyance as she ran across. Not bothering to look or respond to him, Max continued walking in the rain. A small breeze blew causing her hair to flicker in front of her face, pulling her right hand out of her jean pocket, she tucked her hair back inside her hood. Letting out another sigh, Max approached the small little corner café. Pushing the door open, the little bell above the door making a soft little jingle, the pleasant smell of coffee flowing into her nose.

Lifting her hands towards her head, Max pulled her hood down, revealing long dark red hair. Sorting out her hair, the young red head made her way towards the corner table and chair. Pulling out the red cushioned chair, she seated herself down and lent back with a quiet sigh. Closing her eyes, the pleasant smells of the café lingering all around her, the young werewolf lent forwards and placed the menu in front of herself. Opening her eyes she peered down at the simple menu and began to scan through the list. Rolling her shoulders she glanced around the room, the café was almost empty, which Maxine didn’t mind at all. The less people, the better.

Putting the menu back on its stand, she decided to go with the simple cappuccino. She wasn’t hungry, nor in the mood to eat. Sitting back, waiting for the waitress to approach her, Maxine pulled out a magazine from her hooded jumpers pocket. Skimming through the articles and the pathetic stories, Max threw it to one side, already bored with the stupid thing. How could people read that crap? Head jerked as the sound of footsteps approached her, looking up, Max saw a young girl with a cheery smile across her face. ”Anything I can get you Miss?” she opened a small book pad and clicked the end of her pen, ready to jot down Maxine’s order. Straightening herself, Max forced a smile of her own and replied smoothly, ”Just the usual cappuccino please.” she smiled as the girl wrote her order down and turned on her heel and skipped off to the counter. When the girl had left the smile faded and Maxine rolled her eyes. Was it her or did people seem awfully cheery today?