Post by hawthorne on Feb 20, 2010 13:30:05 GMT -7
† Charlotte - Opheliac - Hawthorne †
†Hawthorne†
[/center]† General Information †
Full Name: Charlotte Opheliac Hawthorne
Nicknames: Hawthorne
Gender: Female
Race: Vampire
Age: 600+
Age they appear: 20
Occupation: Unemployed
Orientation: Bi
Health Problems: Vampire
† Personality †
Basic Personality:
Likes:
† Blood
† Colors
† Music
† Mortals
† Sex, Partying, Acting Mortal, Staying out of the Covens, Fighting
Hates:
† Other Vampires (9 times out of 10)
† Being Thirsty
† Lack of Color, Blank spaces,
† The color Blue
† Werewolves, being given orders, having to follow orders, having to kill Mortals, The coven, loosing a fight, blending in.
Talents:
† Playing Violin
† Gymnastics
† Seduction
† Singing
† Sowing
Habits:
† Biting her lip when she thinks
† Fiddles with her hands
† Expresses herself with her eyes
† Being strange
† Singing when she thinks no one is listening.
† Appearance †
Skin Color: white as fresh snow fall.
Hair Color: Some variation of red and white or pink.
Eye Color: Blue
Build: Bone thin
Piercings/Scars/Tattoos: Ears both done three times.
Choice of Clothing: Revealing, corset type clothing
Wolf Appearance:
Other: Charlotte's signature is her bright red hair. Threw out the years, it's typically what people remember her for. She wears whatever the hell she feels like, she loves old style. She misses London, back in the great days.
† History †
History:
The older you get the more blurry your human memories come for some vampires. Charlotte is one of those vampires. She doesn't remember anything from her life as a human, it was too long ago. She also doesn't think it holds much to think about now that she's nearing 600+ years old. The first years after her being turned, she remembers, being in pain constantly, the overwhelming thirst that nearly drove her crazy. It was a very dark time for her, where she nearly went mad as a hatter, and killed all of her victims. It's a time that Charlotte was sloppy and she dislikes thinking about it.
Charlotte spent the first hundred years of her life going by the name she'd had as a human. Until the times had changed to much, and Charlotte knew she needed to change her name. When it came time to do that, she decided to change everything about herself. She changed her style, the way she talked, her history she would tell others, there was something about her name though. Something she couldn't stand to let go the name Hawthorne. She kept it holding onto her original roots.
Charlotte has always hated politics, and the like. She hates all of this fight for power that is going, on and for the most part has managed to keep herself out of it. Though with the trouble that's going on now, she wonders if it's time she might have to step in. Or how long the coven is going to let her wonder around as a free vampire?
Mother/Father: n/a
Siblings: n/a
Offspring:n/a
Other:n/a
† RP example †
There was a growing cold feeling inside of Tristan as he pulled away from her. It didn't just come from the fact that he was pulling away from her body heat, but from her. That he was closing himself off from her, because it was obvious that's what she wanted him to do. Still he didn't like it, and when he looked at her. The cold looks they where giving each other, he could feel the ice growing on his heart. She smacked his hand away, and he shoved it into his shorts pocket. Tristan looked at her, he could see the things she was hiding on his face. But he was feeling his own pain right now. When he put his gaze on her, he couldn't help the urge that told him to put his arms around her. Hold her, and make her feel better, he wanted to kiss her once more. He resisted the urge tho.
"Athena," he said looking at her. Breaking a little bit, he couldn't stand to be upset at her. It hurt him, when all he wanted to do was smoother her in love, and himself. He took a step towards him, "Don't shut me out." he asked her, though it came out more as a plea. "please" that came out and there was no hiding the plea sound in his voice. He'd just gotten close to her, she'd just started to let her walls come down around him, and then she'd asked him to stop. He sighed and there was no stopping him this time. He moved closer to her, moving slowly. He placed one of his hands on her arm softly, and the other on her hip.
He looked into her eyes, there were swirls of emotions going on under his skin. Confusion, want, needing, and mostly worry. He was afraid, she was going to shut him out again, this would all have been for nothing, she would never talk to him again, and he would loose his chance at being with a goddess, and he didn't mean that sexual. "Please, I promise I don't bit or anything like that. Just give me a chance." he asked her.
There was a growing cold feeling inside of Tristan as he pulled away from her. It didn't just come from the fact that he was pulling away from her body heat, but from her. That he was closing himself off from her, because it was obvious that's what she wanted him to do. Still he didn't like it, and when he looked at her. The cold looks they where giving each other, he could feel the ice growing on his heart. She smacked his hand away, and he shoved it into his shorts pocket. Tristan looked at her, he could see the things she was hiding on his face. But he was feeling his own pain right now. When he put his gaze on her, he couldn't help the urge that told him to put his arms around her. Hold her, and make her feel better, he wanted to kiss her once more. He resisted the urge tho.
"Athena," he said looking at her. Breaking a little bit, he couldn't stand to be upset at her. It hurt him, when all he wanted to do was smoother her in love, and himself. He took a step towards him, "Don't shut me out." he asked her, though it came out more as a plea. "please" that came out and there was no hiding the plea sound in his voice. He'd just gotten close to her, she'd just started to let her walls come down around him, and then she'd asked him to stop. He sighed and there was no stopping him this time. He moved closer to her, moving slowly. He placed one of his hands on her arm softly, and the other on her hip.
He looked into her eyes, there were swirls of emotions going on under his skin. Confusion, want, needing, and mostly worry. He was afraid, she was going to shut him out again, this would all have been for nothing, she would never talk to him again, and he would loose his chance at being with a goddess, and he didn't mean that sexual. "Please, I promise I don't bit or anything like that. Just give me a chance." he asked her.
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