Post by tanya on Mar 29, 2008 21:33:57 GMT -5
OOC;
Name; Rachael again
Age; Sixteen until December
Experience; Too long
Your Character;
The Basics;
Name; Tanya Lilith Denali
Age; A thousand and three ('And still attractive')
Grade; Graduated
School; Graduated
Vampire or Werewolf?; Very much a vampire
Canon; Yes ma'am; I just gave her a last name, as I wasn't sure if she had one.
Dig a Little Deeper;
Personality;
Much had changed since Tanya was that sweet, naive little girl of eighteen. Although she may have appeared to still be that age, Tanya was neither of those at all; she was worldly, and quite honestly, a bitch. She did what she pleased, and did not care what others thought about that.
Tanya just may have been the most vain or conceited person you would ever, ever meet. Looks mattered more to her than most thing, and never did she look any shorter than perfection. Looks did, indeed, matter, which was why she was rather picky with the males she gave the honor of her presence.
Ah, men. Tanya, along with her sisters, loved men; no matter what race, vampire, or human, as long as they were attractive. She was a woman that oozed sex-appeal, without little to no effort; it was her ‘gift’ as a vampire. Flirting was something she did unconsciously, and there was no doubt that Tanya knew her limits and what not to do, as she still had ..relations with several human men. Even her voice (a soft accent, a lovely mix of the Russian and French accents) drew them in.
Tanya was, indeed, the jealous type. If one even dares go near something that belongs to her without asking, their head may be figuratively and literally ripped off, particularly if it’s a person. She also got jealous of others in the limelight; she enjoyed being the only thing on everyone’s mind, and would only share the glory with a select few (see; her sisters and Rosalie).
Her temper was terrible, and God forbid you draw it out. It was the truth; Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. That was Tanya in a nutshell. She need not be scorned, only angered, and you will end up regretting ever saying anything to her. However, thankfully, it takes a lot to draw full-blown wrath from the a thousand-and-three-year-old.
Appearance;
Tanya was the type that, undoubtedly, sent men into a frenzy and sent women’s self esteem plummeting through the floorboards. She had been pretty before being turned into a vampire, though after, she was beautiful almost beyond compare. It was what happened when one became a vampire.
Locks were pin straight, though could be seen curled often, and were a vibrant shade of strawberry-blonde that was more-so inclined towards red. The vibrant strands flowed to her shoulders and would permanently stay there unless she suddenly wished to cut it, though she doubted that would happen, as it would never grow back.
Her skin was, of course, paler than pale; nearly white, if not actually that color, standing out very brightly against her hair. She held her pale skin with pride; it was smooth, although cold and hard, and beautiful. Didn’t men like pale girls? They did where she was from. However, two things did mar her skin; the marks on her neck, from when she was changed all those years ago, and the Fleur de Lils burned permanently onto the left side of her upper back, which she covered if at all possible.
Her eyes were the topaz color of her choice of diet, though varied to onyx and all the shades between, based on how ‘hungry’ she was. Those eyes could be nearly hypnotic when used right, and surely, she used them in that was as much as possible.
Her curves were soft, though Tanya was far from stick-straight; she exaggerated those curves as much as she could, with tight clothing and low-cut blouses. She enjoyed showing off her figure, and enjoyed it even more when there was someone watching.
Celebrity PB; Alicia Witt
History;
Born as Tanya Lilith in the year 1005 on July thirtieth, Tanya grew up in a time far different than the one she now lived in. She was the daughter of a noble family, and was a highly indulged child. Though, it is true that Tanya did not remember much about her child hood; the memories slipped away with time, after all.
Though one thing the very, very old woman remembers is her love of dance. Her mother had started her ballet lessons when Tanya had been around the two, and the girl had taken a liking to it immediately. Vigorous training came and went until Tanya was, undoubtedly, a near perfect prima ballerina. She was eighteen when she left home (despite her parent’s disapproval) and headed off to France, to join the ballet corps there. She had hoped that it would change her life, but not in the way that it did.
The prima ballerina met a sad fate less than a year after being in France. A young man has courted her after seeing her in a ballet, and Tanya had been so young, and so naive. She’d allowed him to do what he pleased, and followed him with adoring eyes. Naivety should be a sin, she later learned, as her life took an unexpected twist; her beloved turned out to be a monster, a monster that took her life away and replaced it with something more. At first, Tanya had been terrified, and fled; hiding for as long as her damned senses could take it. Every human that walked by her apartment tempted her, until finally, Tanya gave in to the monster.
Every vampire brought something with them; for Tanya, is was an amazing seductive power. Everything about her seemed to pour out sexiness, and it drew men into her like flies to honey. She loved men; human, vampire, and of all sorts and race. Tanya was the woman who bedded them and then killed them; they’d be dead before their pleasure ended.
She lived this way for several hundred years, never aging; eternally eighteen and eternally beautiful. Men would betray their wives for her, only to die hours after. People were reported missing, though no one ever suspected little old Tanya; after all, no man would tell their wife they were going out to have an affair.
The French Revolution rolled around, and that was when Tanya realized that her ways were wrong. She, among thousands of other women, was marked as a French Courtesan (a prostitute, basically). She hadn’t thought that the mark would take to her skin, which had brought the first bout of fear into her mind in years, though she had been very, very wrong. The Fleur de Lils showed darker on her and four others than it had on any others; vampires and fires never mixed well at all.
The four others (Irina, Kate, Carmen, and Eleazar, all of which were also vampires) fled from France, and settled in what is now Alaska as ‘vegetarian’ vampires and took the name Denali. The five called themselves sisters, and learned to live among humans and live off of animals. It had not been an easy task, but all of them had gone through schooling several times under different names, and in different schools.
The other four still remain there now, but Tanya had a different mission in mind.
A very dear friend of hers, Rosalie Hale, had written her, concerning her ‘brother’, Edward Cullen. Edward had been the first out of Tanya’s interests to turn her down, and now, he was engaged to be married-to a human. Rosalie’s letter had begged her to come and to win her brother over, and to save him from himself.
And so, Tanya left Alaska and headed for Forks, Washington, in attempt to do just that.
Once again, if I need a roleplaying sample, let me know.
Name; Rachael again
Age; Sixteen until December
Experience; Too long
Your Character;
The Basics;
Name; Tanya Lilith Denali
Age; A thousand and three ('And still attractive')
Grade; Graduated
School; Graduated
Vampire or Werewolf?; Very much a vampire
Canon; Yes ma'am; I just gave her a last name, as I wasn't sure if she had one.
Dig a Little Deeper;
Personality;
Much had changed since Tanya was that sweet, naive little girl of eighteen. Although she may have appeared to still be that age, Tanya was neither of those at all; she was worldly, and quite honestly, a bitch. She did what she pleased, and did not care what others thought about that.
Tanya just may have been the most vain or conceited person you would ever, ever meet. Looks mattered more to her than most thing, and never did she look any shorter than perfection. Looks did, indeed, matter, which was why she was rather picky with the males she gave the honor of her presence.
Ah, men. Tanya, along with her sisters, loved men; no matter what race, vampire, or human, as long as they were attractive. She was a woman that oozed sex-appeal, without little to no effort; it was her ‘gift’ as a vampire. Flirting was something she did unconsciously, and there was no doubt that Tanya knew her limits and what not to do, as she still had ..relations with several human men. Even her voice (a soft accent, a lovely mix of the Russian and French accents) drew them in.
Tanya was, indeed, the jealous type. If one even dares go near something that belongs to her without asking, their head may be figuratively and literally ripped off, particularly if it’s a person. She also got jealous of others in the limelight; she enjoyed being the only thing on everyone’s mind, and would only share the glory with a select few (see; her sisters and Rosalie).
Her temper was terrible, and God forbid you draw it out. It was the truth; Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. That was Tanya in a nutshell. She need not be scorned, only angered, and you will end up regretting ever saying anything to her. However, thankfully, it takes a lot to draw full-blown wrath from the a thousand-and-three-year-old.
Appearance;
Tanya was the type that, undoubtedly, sent men into a frenzy and sent women’s self esteem plummeting through the floorboards. She had been pretty before being turned into a vampire, though after, she was beautiful almost beyond compare. It was what happened when one became a vampire.
Locks were pin straight, though could be seen curled often, and were a vibrant shade of strawberry-blonde that was more-so inclined towards red. The vibrant strands flowed to her shoulders and would permanently stay there unless she suddenly wished to cut it, though she doubted that would happen, as it would never grow back.
Her skin was, of course, paler than pale; nearly white, if not actually that color, standing out very brightly against her hair. She held her pale skin with pride; it was smooth, although cold and hard, and beautiful. Didn’t men like pale girls? They did where she was from. However, two things did mar her skin; the marks on her neck, from when she was changed all those years ago, and the Fleur de Lils burned permanently onto the left side of her upper back, which she covered if at all possible.
Her eyes were the topaz color of her choice of diet, though varied to onyx and all the shades between, based on how ‘hungry’ she was. Those eyes could be nearly hypnotic when used right, and surely, she used them in that was as much as possible.
Her curves were soft, though Tanya was far from stick-straight; she exaggerated those curves as much as she could, with tight clothing and low-cut blouses. She enjoyed showing off her figure, and enjoyed it even more when there was someone watching.
Celebrity PB; Alicia Witt
History;
Born as Tanya Lilith in the year 1005 on July thirtieth, Tanya grew up in a time far different than the one she now lived in. She was the daughter of a noble family, and was a highly indulged child. Though, it is true that Tanya did not remember much about her child hood; the memories slipped away with time, after all.
Though one thing the very, very old woman remembers is her love of dance. Her mother had started her ballet lessons when Tanya had been around the two, and the girl had taken a liking to it immediately. Vigorous training came and went until Tanya was, undoubtedly, a near perfect prima ballerina. She was eighteen when she left home (despite her parent’s disapproval) and headed off to France, to join the ballet corps there. She had hoped that it would change her life, but not in the way that it did.
The prima ballerina met a sad fate less than a year after being in France. A young man has courted her after seeing her in a ballet, and Tanya had been so young, and so naive. She’d allowed him to do what he pleased, and followed him with adoring eyes. Naivety should be a sin, she later learned, as her life took an unexpected twist; her beloved turned out to be a monster, a monster that took her life away and replaced it with something more. At first, Tanya had been terrified, and fled; hiding for as long as her damned senses could take it. Every human that walked by her apartment tempted her, until finally, Tanya gave in to the monster.
Every vampire brought something with them; for Tanya, is was an amazing seductive power. Everything about her seemed to pour out sexiness, and it drew men into her like flies to honey. She loved men; human, vampire, and of all sorts and race. Tanya was the woman who bedded them and then killed them; they’d be dead before their pleasure ended.
She lived this way for several hundred years, never aging; eternally eighteen and eternally beautiful. Men would betray their wives for her, only to die hours after. People were reported missing, though no one ever suspected little old Tanya; after all, no man would tell their wife they were going out to have an affair.
The French Revolution rolled around, and that was when Tanya realized that her ways were wrong. She, among thousands of other women, was marked as a French Courtesan (a prostitute, basically). She hadn’t thought that the mark would take to her skin, which had brought the first bout of fear into her mind in years, though she had been very, very wrong. The Fleur de Lils showed darker on her and four others than it had on any others; vampires and fires never mixed well at all.
The four others (Irina, Kate, Carmen, and Eleazar, all of which were also vampires) fled from France, and settled in what is now Alaska as ‘vegetarian’ vampires and took the name Denali. The five called themselves sisters, and learned to live among humans and live off of animals. It had not been an easy task, but all of them had gone through schooling several times under different names, and in different schools.
The other four still remain there now, but Tanya had a different mission in mind.
A very dear friend of hers, Rosalie Hale, had written her, concerning her ‘brother’, Edward Cullen. Edward had been the first out of Tanya’s interests to turn her down, and now, he was engaged to be married-to a human. Rosalie’s letter had begged her to come and to win her brother over, and to save him from himself.
And so, Tanya left Alaska and headed for Forks, Washington, in attempt to do just that.
Once again, if I need a roleplaying sample, let me know.