Tricia Alice McKee

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† Tricia - Alice - McKee †

† Trixx †

† General Information †

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Full Name: Tricia Alice McKee.
Nicknames: Trixx to those who know her well, Acid to those who don't. No one actually knows her real name as far as she is aware.
Gender: Femme fatale.
Race: Vampire.
Age: 177.
Age they appear: Early-Mid Twenties.
Occupation: Drug dealer.
Orientation: If it moves, she's on it.
Health Problems: Bi-Polar disorder.

† Personality †

Basic Personality: Trixx, or Acid. It depends how well you know her, but within those two name lies an accurate description of how she is. Trixx? She's slippery, slimy, always up to something. She loves playing games, playing tricks.. Acid? Sharp, bitter, deadly. She suffers heavily from her Bi-polar, self medicating with drugs, and so it was perhaps a lucky break that she was accepted into the Izan, giving her a chance to deal drugs for a living. It meant she had an endless supply and knew exactly where her 'fix' had come from - herself. Sadly, the drugs don't affect her too much anymore, her tolerance peaked, but it still calms her to know she can get out of her head for a while.

She isn't especially ambitious, and most would describe her as a 'down and outer', but the truth is she's quite comfortable with the way things are at the moment. She has no intentions of climbing the ranks of the Izan, not yet, which is probably just as well since she loves being in contact with drugs every day. She isn't an addict; she's far stronger than that, and if she had to stop using them, she could, quite easily, but until that time she's content popping pills, snorting lines and injecting herself.

Trixx tends to act as if she she doesn't need anyone, nor want anyone close to her in her life. She makes herself out to be far worse than she is. True, she's not made of sugar and spice. She's a vampire after all, but she does have a softer side hidden away. She has the ability to love, but she won't let on. She makes people believe she functions best alone when infact it's quite the opposite. She seeks attention at gatherings, acting the fool and making people laugh, doing things simply to feel accepted, though of course it never comes off that way to other people. In their eyes she's simply the life and soul of the party.

She's cold blooded and somewhat enjoys hurting others around her. She tends not to make close bonds because things never seem to work out for her. She takes a lot of her anger out on herself, especially during her down periods when the Bi-polar takes hold. She says she hates her disorder, but infact she hides behind it, using it as an excuse for her anger problem. All in all, Trixx is most definately a fake.

Still through all of this she is loyal and stands up for what she believes in and the few people she has allowed to get close to her. She can't stand werewolves - they make her skin crawl - and she has happily devoted her life to the Izan, mainly because in some cold, anonymous way, it has made her feel accepted and perhaps offered her a little protection if ever she needed it, though of course those she has burnt with her heinous behaviour in the past know the only thing she needs protecting from is herself.

Likes:
† Drugs. Her lifeline.
† Music. Preferably loud.
† Violence. Her first love.
† Sex. Who doesn't?
† Hurting people. It makes her feel superior.

Hates:
† Ignorance. Major turn-off.
† Fakes. For as false as she is; she hates them.
† Being hurt. Even though she hurts others frequently.
† No drugs. Despite not being an addict, she doesn't really like herself much when she's sober.
† Herself. Everything about Trixx is her own biggest hate.

Talents:
† Manipulation. She can make people do things for her with just a little of her rarely-seen charm.
† Lieing. When she needs to, she can lie through her teeth with ease.
† Giving Counsel. If you're (un)lucky enough to be close to Trixx, she'll devote as much time to helping you through your problems as is inhumanly possible.
† Unholy amounts of drugs. Because believe it or not, it's a talent.
† Winner. She's a natural born winner and she rarely loses a verbal or physical fight.

Habits:
† Drugs. It's her main habit, and something she is well known for.
† Scratching. Trixx will scratch large welts into her own skin when annoyed, without even noticing.
† Teeth-grinding. A long lasting effect from many years drug abuse, she often does this when angry.
† Biting her lip. When nervous, Trixx gnaws away on her bottom lip.
† Brutal honesty. She has a habit of being blunt, quite rudely so, but she tends not to give a damn.

† Appearance †

Skin Color: Caucasian. Pale.
Hair Color: Somewhere between a dirty blonde and a brown, with blonde streaks.
Eye Color: Dark brown.
Build: Not ridiculously skinny, but not fat either. She's of average build.
Piercings/Scars/Tattoos: Her arms are covered in scars from where she has scratched herself raw, and old cuts. She has no piercings or tattoos currently.
Choice of Clothing: Black usually. Skinny jeans tucked into her Doc Martens or New Rock Boots, with a ripped up band tee hanging off her shoulders.
Other:

† History †

History: Trixx was born after 'the war', born a human to a normal mother and father. She was the youngest of three children, the other two being her brothers. Her childhood was not a happy one. Her earliest memory is of her father beating her mother, and shortly after, him beating her. Looking back, she blames this for her love of violence, though most would have ended up at the opposite end of the spectrum. From that moment at around four or five years old, she despised her older brothers. They had been there when their father had raised his hands to both her her mother and herself, but had done nothing to help. They were cowards, plain and simple.

Her father's physical tirades continued from then, and intensified until it was happening every day. She hated him, but was so used to it by the time she began school and realised it was not normal family behaviour that she simply accepted it. When she was seven, her father left, and the relief was immense. By now, her brothers were both in their teens, and they were barely at home. It gave Trixx and her mother a chance to form Trixx's first and closest bond. Finally the beatings were over and until she was ten years old, life was pretty perfect.

Then along came trouble. Her mother met a man, and from the first time she met him, Trixx disliked him. Still, he was making the effort towards her, and he was making her mother happy, and so she gave him a chance. Of course, things went downhill fast. By the time Trixx was fourteen, her mother had simply become a slave to his possessive ways and things at home were at an all time low. Trixx's brothers had moved out, though of course they were as useless as ever in her eyes, still lowly cowards, and she was left alone with her mother and partner. She became distant, started self harming, and found drugs. Life was a blur from fourteen. It started off with just weed, the occasional spliff here and there. By sixteen it was pills, such as ecstacy. By eighteen, it was ketamine and cocaine, and by twenty-one she had hit rock bottom and was on every drug she could get her hands on. An utter mess, her family abandoned her and she ended up in a rehab clinic. Four times. She didnt need drugs. She was never addicted, though she has never understood why, and stopped taking them easily while in rehab, but as soon as she was released, she was back on a downwards spiral. It got to the point where she was unable to function without them. Cocaine for breakfast, Ketamine for lunch, and LSD for dinner, with a few spliffs inbetween. She stopped eating, didnt sleep, became emaciated. How she survived is a mystery. How her body didn't simply cease functioning is another.

Life continued like this for three years, and she used degrading means to fund her habit. It was easy enough to find sleazy men willing to give her money for the use of her body, or even just straight up give her drugs. By this point she had lost all of her friends, but had decided she didn't need them any way. Apart from when she was too far into the effects of her drugs to even hold the spoon while she prepared her next fix. That was just about the only time she wished she had people around - for her own gain.

It was in a drug fueled stupor that she became a vampire aged just twenty-four. She ventured out at night. A stupid thing to do, but plagued by hallucinations, she was in a completely different reality. The darkness was hiding things - unreal things. And not just the creatures she knew lurked there. Things that only someone who has experienced the mind numbing of drugs can see. They simply weren't real. But the pain was. She was bitten, most likely to be used for a snack. But something happened, she was turned instead. Whether it was because her blood was presumably so foul tasting from years of drug abuse, or some other reason, she doesn't know. She has never met who turned her, has no idea.

She was taken forward virtually straight away to the Izan. Her experiences with drugs had apparently made her well known, the way she was obviously the victim of an uncontrollable craving for illicit substances plain to see. It seemed only natural that she become a drug dealer for them. She was perfect - her loyalty showing quickly through her fear of the unknown - and she had never had any contact with a werewolf. Above all though, she had first hand knowledge of what she was selling, and it made her regular customers trust her more.

Trixx was happy to leave her old life behind, but some thing she couldn't relinquish. Not through addiction, but because it was part of who she was now. Some would call it addiction, but she simply says it is because she's so used to it.. Which is one and the same in the eyes of most. Still, she has slowed down on the drugs now, and her habit poses no threat to her position. She doesn't steal drugs from the amount she is supposed to deal out, she buys them. She can be trusted even when high as a kite, and above all, she's cold hearted, malicious and violent. All in all? She fits in quite well, and despite being part of the Izan for a long time, she has gained no promotion. Something she is quite happy about. After all, her work is now her life, and her life is drugs. It makes a nice, neat little vicious circle, and aslong as it's vicious, Trixx is down for it.


Mother/Father: Both deceased, and dead to her at any rate.
Siblings: As above, as far as she knows.
Offspring: ..Because she'd make an excellent mother, right?
Other: The girl doesn't even has friends.. come on.

† RP example †

From another RPG.
It had been hard finding a lawyer who operated at night. It was even harder finding one who would work for a low fee, a very low fee. The hardest part? One who would take on her divorce. For one reason; who the man was that she was divorcing. Kai Yurameki. The infamous Kai Yurameki. No one wanted to tangle in his sordid affairs. Except one man. She'd heard through keeping her ear to the ground of one of the best lawyers the world had to offer, based in London. She had tried her luck, given him a phonecall, and he had seemed more than happy to take the case on. Renji Kuchiki. Of course, she knew nothing of the Yurameki-Kuchiki clash. How would she? Kai never kept her in the loop of his business. It was a strictly need to know business. And she didn't need to know. Her job had been to sit pretty and provide stress relief, either as a sex toy or punchbag. Well not anymore.

A light drizzle fell as she walked down the Knightsbridge street towards Renji's office. Luckily, she'd bought an umbrella. Her pace was slower than normal; she was suspicious. Was it her imagination, or had Mr. Kuchiki seemed just a little too eager to take her case? Most suspicious of all; he had said he would take her divorce case on for no fees. Free. Maybe he was very helpful, or very twisted and had something in mind. She should have said no, but she wanted that decree absolut. Framed. Hung on her wall.

She'd tried her best to look smart. She was going to see a lawyer after all. However, she couldn't help but think she looked more slut-smart than smart-smart. Her satin skirt was maybe a little too short, grazing the middle of her thighs, stocking tops almost exposed. Still, she compensated with the high-necked blouse. She wore her favourite pair of black heels, which clicked softly on the pavement as she walked.

Click, click. Click, click. Click, click.

Her platinum blonde locks were pulled back into a bun, her side-fringe twisted and pulled back into a small quiff ontop of her head. Her makeup was natural, save for her trademark scalet lipstick. She never went anywhere without it. Perhaps she should have learnt from the events that happened from the concoction she wore; stockings, skirt and red lipstick, when visiting an office. She had worn it the day she had met Kai, but she wasn't prepared to talk about that day. Her life hadn't been the same since, quite literally.

She found herself outside a posh looking office building, and her nerves would have caused her to turn on her heel and run home had it not been for the desire to be rid of her cheating scumbag of a soon to be ex husband. The umbrella was put down and the excess rainwater shaken from it. Her slender fingers wrapped round the handle of the door and she pushed it open, stepping inside the foyer. It was all very modern and clinical. A middle aged, friendly faced woman sat at the reception desk, and she smiled at Elio.

"Can I help you, dear?"

Elio smiled back gingerly, laying the umbrella against the wall by the door. She didnt want to carry it round dripping everywhere. She made her way to the desk, the sound of her heels on the marble floor filling the room.

Click, click. Click, click. Click, click.

"My name's Elio Yurameki. I've got an appointment with Mr. Kuchiki at eleven."

Her voice was quiet, as if she was frightened of it echoing the same way the noise from her heels had made. Her blue eyes flicked to the clock behind the woman. Ten fifty. She was early; a first for the girl who made a habit of being late. The woman nodded and turned to her computer screen, checking the information Elio had given her. Satisfied, she gave Elio another warm smile.

"Take a seat and I'll let him know you're hear, Mrs. Yurameki."

Mrs Yurameki. She damn near shuddered at that name. How had she ever let herself be connected with such a monster? Still, it would soon be remedied. The woman motioned to the white leather couches, and Elio's heels clicked once more as she made her way to them. She perched on the egde of the seat carefully, placing her bag in her lap, watching as the woman picked up the phone and dialled the internal number for Renji's office.

"Mr. Kuchiki, there's a Mrs. Yurameki here to see you."

Again with the Mrs. Yurameki.. She swallowed and waited. The woman put the phone down and looked to Elio.

"He'll be down shortly, dear."

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WHOO. First of all, thanks for making a canon and a well-written bio. Second of all, I dunno if you wanted a new picture for your character or not since the one you have currently seems to have failed... rofl. So I'll just keep your bio unlocked till you get a chance to change or remove it. ANYWAY, welcome to RoO and enjoy your RPing. You're an official RoOian.