:Glass Menagerie:

[andreaokeagan]

001. NAME• Andrea O'Keagan
002. NICKNAME• Andy or Drea
003. REAL AGE• 502
004. HOW OLD YOU LOOK?• 23
005. BIRTHDATE• August 3, 1511
006. WHERE YOU LIVE?• Where ever Sev puts me
007. AND YOU FEAST ON?• whatever I can get my hands on at the time

001. YOUR FACE• Amy Adams
002. HAIR• Red. It's long swinging down to her lower back, it curls a little giving it body. She keeps it clean and lustrous, it's beautiful, rich and thick. Not many have her particular shade of red hair. It's not copper, it's not orange, it's not brownish red... it's just gold; honeyed gold.
003. EYES• Icey Blue. They tell the history of her heritage, she is the daughter of a Berserker and her almost silver blue eyes tell the history of the Berserker, tell of the anger, the passion, the life, the coldness of one of this legend Warriors.
004. HEIGHT• 6'0
005. WEIGHT• 142, lean and packed with sensuous curves and trained lean muscle.
006. BODY MODS• freckles on her nose, and a celtic not on her hip, a dark blue that represents her clan. The a rose set in ivy on her right shoulder blade. both colored.
007. FASHION/STYLE• Sleek, Sexy, showing off killer curves, sensual, but not slutty, classic proper.. professional, like a ballerina. She loves greens and oranges.. and black something about the color calls to her. she'll pretty much wear anything though if she likes it....

001. LIKES• Romance Novels, Lotr, Rainy/stormy Days, Antique weapons, Roses, Dancing, Combat Training and work outs, Bare feet and spring grass
002. DISLIKES• Mutts, Stupid people, bad hair days, grudge, Weak helpless people, M. J., Bratty kids, Pink, English people.
003. FEARS• total Darkness, Being completely alone, Spiders, Being drained and left weak and defenseless, Death to Smoochie
004. STRENGTHS• Archery, Cooking, Hand to hand combat, Sword play, defenses, singing, languages
005. WEAKNESSES• artillery anything dealing with guns, math, science, keeping her thoughts to herself, slow on jokes, keeping her toenails one color for more then a week, and bright colors.
006. ODDITIES• she loves the deadly beautiful and warmth of flames, there is a birth mark on her eye, she enjoys daring the fates and walking at sunset and sun rise, nausea at the sight of a lot of blood
007. ORIENTATION• Straight
008. SPECIFIC MORALS• I don't feed off, children or pregnant women.. and I don't kill my prey unless their bastards.
009. PERSONALITY OVERVIEW• She was the youngest of 7 older brothers and the older girl.. she was babied by her parents and brothers yet forced to grow tough quick to survive. Weaponry is her joy, she loves work with swords or a bow.. guns aren't her forte but she enjoys it. She loves feminine things too though, silk, lace... cooking. She's complicated in a sense, she's the delicate mixture of Kick ass bitch and gentle lady. She's hard, cold cynical yet innocent and warm, kind. She's a complex creature. She keeps most of her emotions bottled up inside then in bouts of madness it all comes out... normally in tears.. which she hates. Tears are weakness, an outward sign of weakness. She wants to be strong, she's still mentally proving herself to her brothers and father. Proving she's a warrior, a berserker. She has the problem of speaking her mind or making a comment better left unsaid... she can be blunt at times. She also has a scottish lilt too not quite diminished over the years. She has many masks, many faces... cool, suave, childish, lover, charmer, seducer, bitch, fighter....

001. PARENT ONE• Cian O'keagan, Warrior/Laird, Berserker
002. PARENT TWO• Mary O'Keagan Wife, mother, Lady
003. SIBLINGS• 7 older brothers. Ronaan, Drustin & Dagious (twins), Braigen, Ian, Danny, Carl.
004. PETS• Misfit -little black tabby female kitten
005. HISTORY OVERVIEW•
Andrea was born the baby girl of the Laird of the O'Keagan Clan. She was the beloved daughter of The Berserker. She had warrior in her blood. She was strong, the pampered princess, the apple of the O'keagan clan's eye. She had 7 hulking brothers, large protector's no man would ever touch her and live. She wasn't completely happy though she always had a smile.. always tramped after her brothers sword stick in hand off to vanquish what ever foe they fought. She longed to be accepted as the beserker. She longed to see approval and respect in her brother's eyes. She grew from dirty child to enchanting woman. She was a beauty, some say she was blessed with fae magic... enchanting her very laugh. Men were fortold to fall in love with a simple smile. Still she longed though to be a warrior, like her brothers. She trained in secret for years.

Then her chance came.. war! War was brewing and the brother's planned to partisipate.. she had to join.. had to go. They said no. She pleaded, fought, snarled... even so much as laid each one flat on their back... still they said no. She was crushed. Destroyed. Then.... He came. He whispered of become an unbeatable warrior, of never dying... filled her still innocent childish mind with fairy tales of night warriors who slayed dragons in the dark.. the true heroes. While her brothers fought... their sister was seduced. Dragged into the Fiery pits of Hell and never released. She was turned, becoming a Vampire. Everything was enhanced...sound, touch, hearing, taste, looks. That night she lost her innocence seduced by more then sheer words of power. She rose to find the sun burned... the fire made her dead heart quicken and her skin cool.... and her ' undead father' gone. She rose... dressed... and hide.. pleading sick till darkness. Then she left,quickly tracking her brothers; knowing they'd take her now.. she could not die but by flame and sun. She tracked them... to find them all.. dead. Killed in an ambush attack. A true Beserker Rage took her... she made her first kill that night... destroyed her first life... sadly though.. she doesn't regret it, her pride won't allow it. She destroyed a Family, a small farm.... ripped the throats of anything that lived and bled, drank from them and grew strong. She left... moved on and never looked back.

She traveled from place to place, learning.. watching... waiting. She saw many things, lived threw a lot. The Vampire hunts in London, the wars between her beloved country and England. The Treachery, the Lies, The Hate. The Love. She watched it all.. saw it countless times. She meet many... saw many die. Then out of the blue walked Sevanni. Some how.. things just clinked.. they had a mutual like for each other. They brushed shoulders often threw the years, always a smile and possibly a chat. Then...Suddenly they were hurled back into each others life or rather she was dumped on his door step. A Rogue Vampire brat, a baby really and a pack of wolves had attacked her alone and she hadn't fed yet. She'd fought drawing everything and almost.. almost escaping but then the vampire had gotten a hold of her neck and drained her.. just like that she was putty in their hands.

Stupid fools though. They left her for dead on Sevanni's doorstep thinking to intimidate him.. scare him. Little twits didn't know just draining a vampire wouldn't kill her. So Sevanni helped her regain her strength and seeing as how she liked him she decided to see if she could be of any service to him. Though, she's would be considered his toy, his blood doll or something She's not. She is there by choice and can leave by choice. He doesn't completely control her, no matter what he or anyone else might say.She reminds him too, a lot. Something that often throws them into spats....That she's not his toy and won't be treated as his pet.

Yo', my name is Connie, and I've been the walking dead for 17 years, and I've been grave robbing for 4 years, I dug up lovely Crimson Kiss by means of played before.. coming back and adore it.

001. ANYTHING ELSE?• questions, comments, anything...
002. ROLE PLAY SAMPLE•
(okay.. I was going to write this HUGE glorious thing.. but I injured my wrist.. and it's throbbing and I really really really want to get to rping..so hopefully this sample of work from another site will work)

Meow? meow. why in the world did people think that cats said meow?! It was more like Maor... or something. Though why Stephan Aleczandr was having this discussion with himself was beyond reason. He was a perfectly eligible man, walking threw the drizzling rain in London shopping. Why did they sell Italian leather in London England? why not English Loffers or something? Really the way this world was set up was kind of screwy. There, he was doing it again, debating things that were totally pointless. Maybe it was the weather, or his mood. He was feeling the weight of his duty more lately. He sighed and combed his long fingers threw already messy black hair. He wore his usual worn jeans, black T shirt, black leather boots, One silver stud gleamed against his tanned skin. His black hair was tipped with a almost electric blue, making his midnight black hair seem even darker. He'd left his knives at home, least the one he couldnt' conceal on his person. The Jungle was his home, he'd built an empire out there, most knew the name Stephan Aleczandr. Though he lived a life of solitude doing most of his work on a laptop and ignoring all those people who'd paw at him. Though now that he was in civiliation he had companies and people all over him. Hence why he was strolling threw the park sunglasses in place, acting as if he owned the place but still blending in and hiding with nature. That and he was home sick, he missed the tall endless trees, his tree home, missed the call of the jungle.

He growled annoyed with his sentamental mush. Really something was up with him today. He stalked threw the path ways looking out at the gray clouds, he missed the... no he wasn't going there. Suddenly a scent was carried to him on the wind, one... no two female cats. mmmm, he did love the smell of wet woman. he turned his attention to were that delectable scent waft from and moved in that direction on, on approach it turned into a younger woman and a very very lovely older one. Not that the younger girl wasn't lovely in her own right he just wasn't one for robbing the cradle nor did he even know if she had her first change yet.. let alone her first heat. He moved up to their small little group pulling the heady scent of woman and feline into his lungs."So what are two beautiful women like you two doing out here in the rain? Don't ya know water melts sugar?" He held a slightly italian accent almost mexican. As he stood there hip and shoulder leaning against the tree they sat under.

[Fang]

Amy Adams is taken. Sorreh!