Nicky Thibodeaux

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†Monique-Constance-Thibodeaux†

†Nicky†

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†General Information†

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Full Name:
Monique Constance Thibodeaux

Nicknames:
Nicky, The Cajun

Gender:
Female

Age:
Damn near a hundred

Age they appear:
Mid 20‘s

Race:
Vampire

Orentation:
Straight

Health Problems:
Sun allergy

†Personality†

Basic Personality:
Anyone who has seen Nicky for longer than five minutes
would certainly call her 'laid back'. She is never in
a rush to go anywhere or do anything. Even her heavily
accented drawl is spoken at a slow relaxing pace. To
say she has no respect for anything isn't entirely
true or false. You see, Nicky just simply doesn't put
the effort in to care. To live your life by way of the
rules and to fear the consequences is all too much for
her. On the flip side of the same coin, to rebel and
'stand up to the man' is just the same amount of time
and effort. All she wants to do is what she wants to
do-- and when she wants to do it. You would think that
there were no clocks in her world, no one to answer to
but herself. And that’s because that is exactly how she
feels. Nicky doesn't go looking for trouble; but
because of her 'devil may care' personality it always
happens to find her. She handles as much as she can
with her witty words; which usually catch people off
guard because of how quiet she usually is. If there is
something that needs to be said, she says it with the
least amount of words and gets straight to the point.
Nicky is a solitary creature, mostly due to the fact
that she likes living on her own terms and had no real
interest in doing what it takes to form the bonds that
make real, lasting relationships. But, since she trolls
bars, she does have a lot of acquaintance. Even though
nothing riles her up and she hardly does more than give
a few words and a smile doesn't mean she is a boring
person. Nicky is actually quite funny and is a flirt.
She loves drinking and being out in the social scene
when the sun is down. All in all; Nicky is just your
average, everyday chill vampire from the bayou. And that
she seems to be everywhere, yet no one knows how to
contact her.

Likes:
† cigarettes
† her family
† whiskey
† bars/clubs
† spicy food
† history
† things that are colorful
† graveyards
† people with life stories
† talking about The Big Easy or being Cajun
† rain // storms
† reptiles
† slingshots
† going for long walks
† rare steak covered in blood and A-1 sauce
† bar trivia

Hates:
† rushing
† pushy people
† people who yell before taking a shot
† crybabies // whiners
† preachy people // hypocrites
† having to repeat herself
† when people can‘t take the hint
† having to get violent
† Paris Hilton-- or any girl like her
† running out of smokes
† being hovered over
† schedules
† stereotypical vampires and those who love them

Talents:
† has a calming effect on people
† very charming
† quick reflexes
† speaks fluent French
† stealth
† hand-to-hand combat

Habits:
† chain smoker
† slipping French words in her dialogue without realizing it
† grinning at inappropriate times
† drinking way, way to much
† doing things when she‘s good and ready

Other:
CRIMES:
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Disturbing the Peace[/size]
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Public Intoxication[/size]
Simple Assault[/size]
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DUI[/size]
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Aggravated Assault[/size][/font]

†Appearance:†

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Skin Color:
Pale-- no sunlight!

Hair Color:
Black

Eye Color:
Green

Build:
Slim

Piercing/Scars/Tattoos:
Tattoo: ‘Thibodeaux‘ in cursive between her shoulder blades.

Choice of Clothing:
Quick and comfortable. Nothing fussy or overly feminine.
Jeans and a T-Shirt or camisole. Sometimes a baseball
cap. Hardly any make-up.

Wolf Appearance:
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Other:
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†History:†

History:
No one really knows the history behind Nicky; and she
has no real need to share it with anyone. What is known
is that she was born and raised in The Big Easy [New
Orleans] by parents that were born and raised in New
Orleans and so on and so on. She was raised with six
brothers, one of them being her twin. Just talking to
her it is very obvious that she loves where she came
from, loves her family and misses both terribly. Why
she lives in London now is something she wont discuss
but it would have to be bad; or she would still be
living in her beloved city with the family that it
pains her to be without. Her history in London is a
short one-- being that she's only been living there for
about four years. Not even two weeks of living there
did she pick up on buying and then reselling drugs.
Keeping it small time, she hardly bothers herself with
the 'vampire mafia' and, save for knowing there is one,
she knows and cares little about them. What she did
quickly educate herself on was all the low lives and
scummy goings on in the dirty nightlife of London. It
wasn't a glamorous life, but as long as she knew where
to Sheppard people who wanted to do bad things-- she
had a nice little reputation and revenue of money. If
there was anything bad you wanted to find or get
yourself into in London-- Nicky was the girl you want
to see so she can point you in the right direction. If
you need assistance in sinning just ask for Nicky.
hookers & pimps, dirty cops, corrupt Feds anybody
without morals- they know Nicky by name. Don't judge
her; she's just trying to make a living.

Mother/Father:
[father] Ignace Thibodeaux
[mother] Genevieve Thibodeaux

Siblings:
[brother, older] Barthelmy Thibodeaux
[brother, older] Oscar Thibodeaux
[brother, older] Celestin Thibodeaux
[brother, twin] Mathieu Thibodeaux
[brother, younger] Virgil Thibodeaux
[brother, younger] Jules Thibodeaux

Offspring:
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Other:
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†RP example:†

STUMBLE TILL YOU CRAWL
sinking into sweet uncertainty

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“Fuckin’ scrub,” Five muttered to herself as she flicked her cigarette to the ground. There was probably two more good drags left on it; but she didn’t care. She needed an outlet of anger; and as her booted foot came down on it, crushing out it’s flame. Tilting her head back, she exhaled a thick stream of smoke. There was no time to be cutesy and make rings or whatever other bullshit. She was upset; downright ready to kill someone. Mumbling under her breath, she rubs at her face with a the back of her hand-- Five felt a headache coming on. She had spent two days in this bullshit school alone; her twin sister had come on the flight with here, walked on campus and the such. . . and now the cow had disappeared! Was Five surprised? Naw; not really. Her sister had a way of getting into humongously stupid situations. Granted, the Twin had a knack for keeping herself out of actual danger; but still, it was never a fun time for Five. More so since they were not only knew to the school, but to the country. Five thought about what a hag her sister was being at the moment and stomped on the cigarette again. “Absolute bullshit,” she whispered, opening her phone and praying that a text from her sister would be there. No such luck. Of course not. Bringing her phone up to her ear, Five tried calling her sister again; within a couple of rings it went to her voicemail, “Really, asshole! You cant even use not knowing this dumb ass American area code cause I called you like one million and forty-seven times. I don’t care if you’re with human slave traffickers or whatever the fuck; you better call me back.”

Complaining under her breath, again, she shoves her phone back into the pocket of her jeans. There she felt her pack of cigarettes and decided that it was a good idea to partake in another. Usually she just envisioned taking one out and it would appear between her fingers; but she wasn’t sure how people around these parts felt about magic. Shit, she could strange looks anytime she opened her mouth and people heard her accent. “Why hello there,” she said; pulling a delicious cancer stick from its confines. Five put the cigarette between her glossy lips as she began to walk away from the wall she had previously taken up residence at. What a piss poor situation to be in! No, she didn’t have that many friends in the U.K.; mostly due to the fact that she was just way to intense for most of the idiots she went to school with. But at least she had her sister. . . That bastard; wherever she may be. Five was about to take a drag from her cigarette when she remembered that it wasn’t lit. When she used magic, it came to her already lit. Fuck a duck and fuck whoever else, who would notice that her cigarette was out and then suddenly it was lit? If they did- they were watching her to hard; creeps. Besides; this place was empty as far as she could see. NOW; she took a drag from her lit cigarette and exhaled the smoke with a sigh. If she wasn’t so worried that her sister had somehow lost her phone; or that the authorities or someone else would come to the school searching for Five; she would bail on that establishment, too. It just wasn’t her bag, baby. So far the people she did meet seemed hopped up on sugar and wanted to be the best and closest of friends. It was like fucking Chinese Water Torture or some shit.

She took another drag as she walked along the grass; her eyes not even moving to take a look at the graves around her-- she didn’t care. It wasn’t in her nature to be depressed about anything; and she wasn’t! Five was pissed the fuck off. This was her controlling herself. The girl was deep inside her own mind right now, chain smoking and taking deep breaths between intake of nicotine. If she let herself act on her emotions; things would be flipped over, there would be a lot of yelling and possibly a hurt bystander. From what she heard, American jails are worse than the school she was going too; so Five opted out of ending up there. Alright, so the high school really wasn’t a death pit. All it was, was Five feeling a little anxious without having anything to let loose on. She wasn’t on any teams yet, she had no friends to have fun with, her bastard sister was gone. It was like someone with higher power decided to leave her alone in a little box. It was damned cruel, if you asked her. And that’s why she left campus in order to clear her head and see what there was to see. How could her parents send her to Random Ass, WA without even considering the fact that they could possibly hate it there? They should have at least visited first. Well, probably not since the girls were sent here for being ‘impossible to deal with’. That phrase actually made a smile tug at Five’s lips. Impossible? Maybe. But, shit, it was fun.

Stopping, Five turned to look at a rather large headstone that seemed brand new. “Hm,” taking a drag, she eyeballs the engraved words on the carved slab of granite. “Someone loved you to death.” Only after the words were said did Five catch the irony in her statement. “Beloved Husband,” she read softly and then the rest was recited silently in her mind. “Hm,” she said again before enjoying the last drag of her cigarette. Graveyards were a beautiful place to her; she couldn’t put her finger on what it was-- but it just felt like the ideal backdrop to her. Call id morbid, call it what you want; she didn’t care. Regardless, she found the place she wanted to make a camp at-- in front of Mr. Clarence Joshua Garner’s grave.

†Let's talk about you:†

Name:
Carter

Other Characters:
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[DODES]

Accepted.

WHOO. Everything looks great; noice job - cept we would prefer it if you hadn't put her history as unknown, but it's all good. rofl. Anyway, welcome to RoO and enjoy your RPing.