Post by Sarah Edwards on Feb 8, 2009 14:27:49 GMT -5
[/font], About you *
Alias: Bav
Age: A mature 15 XD
Experience: A fair few years XD
Other characters: None as of yet
How can we contact you? PM
Sarah Edwards
, The character *[/size][/center]
Canon or non canon? Non
Character full name: Sarah Louise Edwards
Age: Eighty-two, but turned at Eighteen
Nickname(s): None
Alliance: Vampire
Sexual preference: Males.
Likes:
Red lipstick;
Burlesque;
Sarcasm, but only when she uses it;
Blood, of any type;
Hunting, no preference as to what;
Horse-riding;
Musicians of classical instruments;
Classical music, art and literature;
Seducing her prey;
Men (only of human or vampire variety)
Dislikes:
Immaturity;
Lycans;
Narcissistic people;
Untidiness;
When she doesn’t get her own way;
Being ignored;
Stupidity.
Strengths:
Good at deceiving people;
Confident;
Luring her prey
Weaknesses:
Slightly Obsessive compulsive;
Easily angered;
Highly opinionated;
Bossy.
General personality:
Sarah has a very classical taste, which has certainly matured over the years. She is an extremely stubborn individual who has deep abhorrence and trouble concerning the word ‘change’. She refuses to accept that the world is no longer the same 1945, the year that she died, and any reference to modern times raises her non-existent blood pressure. During her later, human years, she was an especially lusty individual, a trait that she has carried all these years after, this can make her very narrow and one minded, but by being such she is very determined. A true Taurus.
, Appearance *
[/size][/center]Face claim: Felicity Jones
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Hair color: A deep brunette, almost black.
Eye color: An uncomfortably eerie, bright blue.
Height: 5”7, give or take.
General appearance:
Her features have often been referred to as being very ‘Doll’ like. Her facial features are very soft; small nose, well rounded cheeks with large eyes. Her lips are often said to be her best aspect, perfectly arched and deliciously plump. She has a lithe body that is seemingly fragile with a very pale complexion. Overall she is very easy on the eyes with her supple features but her eyes are a punishing blue that often makes her counterparts uncomfortable and most people find it difficult to keep eye contact. (Her previous eye colour being green, the blue is a result of her transformation.)
, History *
[/size][/center]Parents: Deceased
Siblings: A younger brother and sister, deceased
Children: N/A
History:
Born in 1927 to a higher-class family she had always been well looked after. As the first born she was doted upon and then dutifully forgotten as her younger brother and sister were born, both twins. She barely had to lift a finger as a child and luxury had become a necessity. Sarah was Eleven, bordering on twelve when the second world war started and she was forced to evacuate from the busy town of London to the poor and remote village, Little Weirwold, while her siblings were evacuated elswehere, she never knew the exact location. Of course she could not possibly intergrate with lower class citizens and when she was thirteen she found her rebellious side, gaining the stubborn traits she uses so precariously today.
When she was eighteen her younger brother and sister were killed when their village was hit by a misdirected bomb, this prompted her decision to flee the villages and seek out her parents.
But she only made it as far as Herfordshire.
Maybe she had become so scared that her mind rejected the recognition of his face, but she couldn’t, for the life of her, remember what his face looked like. All she can remember is lying beneath him, while inquisitive lips traced the contours of her face, an icy tongue stroked her neck with indignant finality and then a pain, like fire ripping her from the inside out, consumed her and she suffocated.
Her turning was a time she never brews over, it was a small blip in her life which her mind fiercly scrubbed out, but she never regrets what she became. Despite the oppinions of many others, Sarah has always perceived vampirism as being her birth, not her death. She watched years pass by combining her two favourite pleasures, blood and sex, but grew bored and inifferent to the males and blood of the area, prompting her decision to seek out the area which she was born.
Bringing her here.
Roleplay sample:
Her heart beat furiously, pounding against its prison of ribs, which were pressed so harshly up against this stranger. Lungs were determined to fill with oxygen, but each attempt was failed and instead a chorus of husky moans fell from between plump lips. As though eager to muffle such primitive sounds his lips covered hers in rushed motions. This wouldn’t be a long encounter; he was too eager for the precious foreplay that she usually savoured.
Cold fingers fumbled, so desperate to be rid of the obscuring garments and she faltered, uncomfortable with his forwardness. Sarah pulled back, her clothes clinging to her moist body, but his rough hands tightened their grip and his groin thrust forcibly against hers. Her eyes tried to observe his face but what she saw made her insides reel; hunger burned his eyes and the grin that hung from his heavy jaw was brandished with need, he needed to have her.
She wanted to scream from the fear that now welled in the pit of her stomach, clammy hands clawed feebly at his marble chest but still his body pressed down onto hers. His lips once again sought her flesh, gnawing at the bottom of her lip as it moved, trying to form words that failed to come. Once again she became putty in his hands for him to mould and her fearful cries once more became laced in thick pleasure. Gradually his mouth moved further down her face, each spot it left felt mottled with ice, cooling her rising fever. Finally he stopped below her ear, tongue lapping at the soft skin while her fingers tore at his dark hair, pushing and pulling at his head, but he seemed not to notice the strands that her fingernails wrenched at, instead he continued to breathe his cold breath onto her wet neck, sending shivers sliding down her writhing spine. Dark eye lashes closed together and her brows knotted across her forehead, lips slightly parted and her face displayed an exuberant expression. Slowly, and at first gently, his teeth raked across her skin, growing harder with each rasp.
She could not see the lengthy incisors that carefully stroked her neck, but as they casually, deliberately sank into the soft flesh; she sure as hell felt them.
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