Post by hanariyo on Jan 10, 2010 17:00:06 GMT -7
† Michaela - Lynne - Shaw †
†Mickey†
[/center]† General Information †
Full Name: Michaela Lynne Shaw
Nicknames: Mickey
Gender: Female
Race: Vampire
Age: 189
Age they appear: 20
Occupation: Accountant
Orientation: Heterosexual
Health Problems: affected by sunlight, sensitivity to light
† Personality †
Basic Personality:
Michaela is a vampire of simple needs. She tends to be solitary and introverted most of the time. She is very independent and others may find her a tad bit opinionated and serious. However, she does let her hair down once in a while. She likes to travel and meet people but she is not a social butterfly by far.
Michaela is a survivor. She possesses a strong sense of self-preservation and is very perceptive. She is afraid of being abandoned but has no qualms against abandoning others when necessary. She is also very spiteful and can hold a grudge for a very, very long time. She can be cruel, ruthless, and violent. However, she doesn't like that side of her and tends to back down from confrontations. She is a calm and level-headed vampire and prefers not to lose control; another one of her fears.
Although she sounds like a lonely cutthroat anal-retentive witch, she has her soft sentimental side. She loves children and wishes she could settle down with someone. Unfortunately for her, most men think she is too independent or icy.
Likes:
†money
†men
†books
†languages
†getting her way in things
†travel
Hates:
†disobedience
†dishonesty
†idleness
†loneliness
†overly loud things, people, situations
†bothersome tasks
Talents:
†athletic
†charismatic
†persuasive
†musically talented
†keen intelligence/memory
Habits:
† prefers not to start conflicts
† works as much as she can
† babysits when she is available
† watches old chick flicks
† mixes fantasy with reality
† Appearance †
Skin Color: pale ivory
Hair Color: dark brown, past shoulder-blades
Eye Color: slate gray
Build: lithe, 5'4"
Piercings/Scars/Tattoos: none
Choice of Clothing: comfortable clothing in greens, reds, blues, purples, browns, and black.
Wolf Appearance: n/a
Other: --
† History †
History:
Michaela was born roughly two centuries ago to a middle-class couple. She was the eldest child and was cherished. Her parents had had trouble conceiving in the past and treated her with utmost care. She was their miracle and she was to be treasured. However, her role of pampered princess of the Shaw household changed when her parents conceived again...and again. With the presence of her little brother, Alexander when she was five, and then the appearance of her little sister, Virginia when she was eight meant only one thing. Responsibility. Instead of being the pampered princess any longer, she had to roll up her sleeves and be a 'big girl' and help out around the house while her mother was caring for her needy siblings. Although she understood why she had to do so, she couldn't help but hate her new role as whipping boy in her family hierarchy. She felt replaced and unwanted. She felt only bitterness and resentment towards her siblings and those feelings never faded.
However, she was truly happy at school. She excelled and made friends. She was an overachiever and because of her intent on knowledge, she was isolated as a 'nerd'. Her parents were proud of her and that was the only way to make herself feel better and make her siblings know of their lack of worth. Alexander went to school, and she made it her priority to 'help' him along with his school work. She hated having to deal with such a bothersome task. Alexander and Michaela always had an antagonistic relationship.
Virginia was the timid and slow girl in the family while Michaela was quick-witted and hardworking. It didn't take much effort from her part to make Virginia seem like a useless sack of manure. The sibling rivalry and tension was apparent, but Michaela came out on top once more.
However, she had underestimated her siblings and the bond of hatred they shared. Apparently, Alexander had a friend who was interested in her. She was twenty at the time and was finally taking notice of the opposite sex (much later than her own friends). Although Alexander knew that something was 'off' about his friend, he wanted Michaela to find someone else to make miserable, so he decided to introduce him to her. Michaela was besotted and married him after a year of dating.
Marcel was a vampire and he changed her a few weeks after their wedding. She hated what she had become and although Marcel tried to help her and comfort her, she was not happy. He sincerely loved her, but she could only hate him and resent him. She blamed him for changing her, for ruining her life. With her new strength, she killed him after a few months of 'wedded bliss'. She left immediately afterward, fleeing with no destination in mind.
She traveled alone for the first century of her life, going wherever she wanted to and developing a taste for human blood. Her personality changed as she lived longer and longer than any human should. She went to many places in her life, and although she knew she had to keep out of the sun, she couldn't help but go visit a few sunnier places in the world. She hadn't been caught, but there were a few close calls. It wasn't until recently, in the past eight decades, did she calm down and finally settle in London as an accountant.
With time and experience on her side, she thinks back to her husband, Marcel, and regrets. She now wants to settle down with someone, and perhaps adopt a few kids.
Mother/Father:Anthony and Phillipa Shaw (deceased)
Siblings: Virginia, Alexander (deceased)
Offspring: n/a
Other: n/a
† RP example †
How long had she been stuck in her little shoppe working on these magnificent dresses for her clients? How much longer will she be in this shoppe catering to every high and mighty nobleman and his woman? Julienne didn't know but she suspected that until her eyes blurred and she was unable to even hold a needle in her shaky hand that she'll be working in this shoppe. Until the day her needle meets her fingers more times than it meets fabric and the day her bones turn to dust will she ever stop working. What a cruel fate. Perhaps even when she was unable to see, she'll be forced to do some work.
Don't get her wrong, Julienne loved her chosen occupation. It was better than being a back alley whore or a mere scullery maid. Her patrons treated her kindly enough and appreciated her for her work and skill. They knew that she was one of the best seamstresses in Venice and she catered to the uppercrust levels of nobility. Unfortunately, during late nights like these, the recognition and the little respect that she received did nothing to soothe her or her stiff shoulders for that matter. Rubbing her eyes wearily, Julienne sighed. Her last apprentice had left for the safety of her home a long time ago. It wasn't safe for anyone, let alone a young woman, to be out after sunset now that so many strange deaths are occuring all over the place. Unfortunately, fashion waited for no one and neither did her clients.
The heavy silk fabric of the evening gown she was sewing pooled and bunched in her small hands and Julienne couldn't help but smile at her work. It was beautiful and even though she had to sacrifice the better half of her evening and part of her night to complete it, the final product was worth it. It was too bad that she wouldn't be able to wear it, after all, she had made it for a lady. Julienne would look ridiculous wearing such a magnificent gown while working in a dressmaking shoppe. No, although she always dreamed of marrying a rich, romantic, and handsome man who will sweep her away to his palace and they'll live happily ever after, she knew that she'll have a hard time finding such a man. After all, it's not like a handsome man was lurking around the corner just waiting for her to claim him.
Letting out a small gasp as she stretched out her stiff joints, Julienne decided that she had worked long enough for tonight. It was high time she headed home and took a break. She'll have to return to the shoppe bright and early tomorrow morning anyways so she'll just have to start on the new orders then. After putting away all the supplies in their correct places and securely locking the door to the shoppe, Julienne tucked the key into the front of her bodice and headed out, making sure to keep her head high and her eyes wide open. She may seem naive and completely innocent, but she knew that there were quite a number of unsavoury men who would take one look at her and deem her easy prey.
As she hastened her way through the eerily quiet and dark streets of Venice, Julienne couldn't help but lose track of where she was going. Although she knew that she should be alert and be ready to run or hide at any moment, her mind tended to wander. It was one of her strange quirks and it just proves that she needs a man to look after her. The poor girl had been told that she would lose her own head if it wasn't attached to her pretty neck. She turned a corner absently, only to snap out of her reverie when she realized that she had walked past the street where her own home was. A little further down the street, to her left, was an alleyway. It looked foreboding and her intuition told her that she should get away from here, fast. She always had a sharp intuition, and knew that she should.
However, in her haste to get away, she tripped on an uneven part of the cobbled pathway. Letting out a small yelp, Julienne found herself flat on the ground. Like the vain girl that she was, the first thing that came to her mind was not that she may be injured, but that she might have ruined her dress. True, it was a rather pretty dress and it did bring out her eyes, but that was besides the point. "Damn it, my dress!", she hissed as she got up unsteadily to check if she had torn the fabric or not. She didn't notice anything amiss and definitely didn't spot the movement from up ahead.
Don't get her wrong, Julienne loved her chosen occupation. It was better than being a back alley whore or a mere scullery maid. Her patrons treated her kindly enough and appreciated her for her work and skill. They knew that she was one of the best seamstresses in Venice and she catered to the uppercrust levels of nobility. Unfortunately, during late nights like these, the recognition and the little respect that she received did nothing to soothe her or her stiff shoulders for that matter. Rubbing her eyes wearily, Julienne sighed. Her last apprentice had left for the safety of her home a long time ago. It wasn't safe for anyone, let alone a young woman, to be out after sunset now that so many strange deaths are occuring all over the place. Unfortunately, fashion waited for no one and neither did her clients.
The heavy silk fabric of the evening gown she was sewing pooled and bunched in her small hands and Julienne couldn't help but smile at her work. It was beautiful and even though she had to sacrifice the better half of her evening and part of her night to complete it, the final product was worth it. It was too bad that she wouldn't be able to wear it, after all, she had made it for a lady. Julienne would look ridiculous wearing such a magnificent gown while working in a dressmaking shoppe. No, although she always dreamed of marrying a rich, romantic, and handsome man who will sweep her away to his palace and they'll live happily ever after, she knew that she'll have a hard time finding such a man. After all, it's not like a handsome man was lurking around the corner just waiting for her to claim him.
Letting out a small gasp as she stretched out her stiff joints, Julienne decided that she had worked long enough for tonight. It was high time she headed home and took a break. She'll have to return to the shoppe bright and early tomorrow morning anyways so she'll just have to start on the new orders then. After putting away all the supplies in their correct places and securely locking the door to the shoppe, Julienne tucked the key into the front of her bodice and headed out, making sure to keep her head high and her eyes wide open. She may seem naive and completely innocent, but she knew that there were quite a number of unsavoury men who would take one look at her and deem her easy prey.
As she hastened her way through the eerily quiet and dark streets of Venice, Julienne couldn't help but lose track of where she was going. Although she knew that she should be alert and be ready to run or hide at any moment, her mind tended to wander. It was one of her strange quirks and it just proves that she needs a man to look after her. The poor girl had been told that she would lose her own head if it wasn't attached to her pretty neck. She turned a corner absently, only to snap out of her reverie when she realized that she had walked past the street where her own home was. A little further down the street, to her left, was an alleyway. It looked foreboding and her intuition told her that she should get away from here, fast. She always had a sharp intuition, and knew that she should.
However, in her haste to get away, she tripped on an uneven part of the cobbled pathway. Letting out a small yelp, Julienne found herself flat on the ground. Like the vain girl that she was, the first thing that came to her mind was not that she may be injured, but that she might have ruined her dress. True, it was a rather pretty dress and it did bring out her eyes, but that was besides the point. "Damn it, my dress!", she hissed as she got up unsteadily to check if she had torn the fabric or not. She didn't notice anything amiss and definitely didn't spot the movement from up ahead.
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Name: elaine
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