Post by xlivexthemomentx on Jun 17, 2009 12:47:10 GMT -7
† Marjorie - “Feint” - Sinclair †
† Rhie && Mori && Sin †
[/center]† general information †
full name: marjorie lhyric vincelli
nicknames: rhie, mori , sin
gender: female
age: one hundred eighty-six
age they appear: twenty-four
race: werewolf
orientation: heterosexual
health problems: obsessive compulsive disorder
† personality †
basic personality: To put it very, very bluntly, Marjorie Sinclair is probably one of the biggest bitches than anybody will meet in their entire lifetime. She isn’t scared to speak her mind and she’s not afraid to let her opinion be known, and she doesn’t take crap from anybody. In fact, she was beaten down and talked down to so many times in her mortal life that she has more or less grown immune to people talking back to or condescending her and, if they have the indecency – and the stupidity – to dare to open their mouth, she’ll take them down in an instant. She may be a woman, but that by no means instigates that she is a weakling in the eyes of others.
Marjorie is the female version of a womanizer. She uses men to her advantage, whether it’s to get her way or to just get a good night of entertainment in. She does not, however, have relationships. She views having relations as a weakness and strays away from seeing a person more than once. She is a mistress to many, and everyone knows it. She has received the reputation of being a whore, although she is not your everyday average slut. Instead, among her colleagues and the other werewolves in the pack, she is mostly respected although there are a few discrepancies here and there. Her favorite pastime might be having fun with a guy back at his place, but that doesn’t mean that she is not a respectable woman. She has done a ton of work for the pack over time and is a very loyal member. If she is assigned the task she will get it done. Eventually. To her, time isn’t of the essence, and the four-letter word means nothing to her. Immortality is something that she takes for granted and will therefore not be too prompt in doing anything. However, the task at hand will get done. It just might take some time before it’s completed.
Despite the fact that she is one of the feistiest and bitchiest people in the world, if someone gets the chance to actually gain her trust and allow themselves to trust in her, she will not let them fall. She does absolutely all that she can in her power and, while she satisfies herself and it may not seem that she is thinking in terms of the big scheme of things, she is constantly thinking of the betterment of the pack and will do anything to make sure that everyone is kept safe and out of harm’s way.
She was put through a lot in her mortal life, and tends to stray away from those that she sees as potential threats to her. Trusting is a trait that does not come easily to Marjorie, and she finds it hard to let people in. She puts a wall up around herself in order to keep from getting further injured, and showcases her vulnerability as being egotistic, and a lot of people stay away from her due to that exact reason. She doesn’t care though. Sometimes she’d much rather be by herself than surrounded by a group anyways. She keeps to herself and enjoys working alone, although if she is asked she won’t arguing to going on a hunt with the pack.
likes:
† her femininity
† men
† money
† complete power
† dominance in sex
† getting her way
† hunting
† long weekends
† being doted upon
† black lacey things
† italian sports cars
† drinking herself sick
† ocean is theory
† seven story fall
† from tomorrow’s
† ballroom dancing
† action adventure movies
† being told she’s right
† holding superiority
† white chocolate
hates:
† taking orders from somebody else
† breaking a sweat
† overexerting herself
† using the phrase “making love”
† being talked back to
† referencing her mortal life
† smoking
† apple juice
† full moons
† doing some low-life
† asking people for their help
† mornings after her drinking escapades
† anything romantic
† being underestimated
† being protected
† contradiction
† other women
talents:
† She naturally is a strong leader. She will step up to the plate when nobody else will and does not take crap from anybody. However, she does believe that everything she says is right so that leads to a small downfall, but she is willing to listen to different perspectives.
† She has a high perseverance level. She will push herself to go the distance that others won’t, although she expects to be rewarded for it in the end.
† She’s assertive. It’s her way or the highway.
† She can very easily twist someone’s words and make the situation work out in her favor. She’s deceptive, and that is probably one of her most noticeable traits. She’s clever and can talk her way out of nearly every situation that she gets herself into.
† Her intellect keeps her one step ahead of everybody.
† She’s good at covering up her lies. She’s a smooth talker and makes for a wonderful little actress who can weasel her way in and out of things fluidly.
habits:
† Marjorie has been diagnosed with obsessive compulsive disorder, and it affects her in more ways than one. Everything has to be in order, everything has to be perfect, everything has to be in pristine condition. She blames herself for every little flaw and if one thing goes wrong she blows it way out of proportion.
† Ever since she was bitten, she has been excessively paranoid. She is afraid of being caught off guard so she watches everything closely, and has become very observant over the years. There are seldom few things that she misses.
† As strange and warped as it sounds, she keeps every name of every person she’s ever killed in a shoebox underneath her bed. No one has ever been able to figure out why, and she herself really doesn’t know. That’s just something that she’s always done.
† She’s prone to getting herself in sticky situations. However, most of the time she is capable of getting herself out of them just as easily as she got into them. When she does get into trouble, she accepts help from no one and will figure things out on her own, which doesn’t always end as planned.
† Appearance †
skin color: Marjorie’s complexion is a subtle, creamy color that highly resembles alabaster. During the summer, when she spends more time outside in the sun’s golden rays, the tint changes and grows a little deeper although never too brown. During the winter months, however, her skin takes on a gentle, milky glow. She takes care of it well, the surface barely marred with any scars or blemishes.
hair color: Her hair comes to a little above halfway down her back and hangs in loose curls. The color, much like her older sister’s, is a deep chocolate with a slight hint of red. She can fashion it in virtually any way that she desires but most of the time keeps it down unless she is on a hunt that involves a ton of physical movement or is lounging around.
eye color: Marjorie’s eyes are one of her most prided features. Like her mother’s, her eyes are almond shaped and a rich brown in color. When she smiles her eyes smile as well, giving her a look of complete and utter innocence, which isn’t always the case.
build: She stands around 5’ 5”, so she is not all that tall. She might come across as looking somewhat frail, but that certainly isn’t the case. She is very well capable of holding her own and even though she is petite she can pack a punch. She is lean and muscular with long legs that she enjoys showing off, having a dancer’s body from the study of ballroom dancing that she has done in order to take up some of her time since she doesn’t have a lot to do.
piercings, scars, tattoos: Marjorie does not have any piercings, not even in her ears. She does, however, have a tattoo that runs parallel with her spine down her left side. It is written in Italian, her first language, and reads “but deliver us from evil”, the line being from a verse of The Lord’s Prayer.
choice of clothing: She chooses outfits that are the most likely to show off her body, and can generally pull off most everything that she steps in except for polo t-shirts, which she loathes entirely. Most of the time when she is out on the town hunting she can be seen wearing a dress with a slit up the side or a short skirt complete with a blouse that has a low neckline. She likes to look good and uses her appearance as a way to get what she wants. When she’s not out and about she normally sticks to jean shorts and regular, form-fitting shirts, nothing too fancy. If she’d not looking for something to eat or just in the mood to play around with the next unfortunate soul that comes her way, she could care less about what she looks like and bases everything on comfort.
wolf appearance: Her wolven form is nothing that looks like it belongs in Brom Stoker’s imagination. The wolf is large, yes, but it is lanky. Its thick coat is a powdered cinnamon in color with white chest and underbelly as well as maw. She refrains from changing voluntarily although there are certain points in time where it just comes in handy, and despises when she is forced by the full moon.
other: Marjorie has an entrancing, charming smile. She uses all of her looks to her advantage, but what normally wins people over is her smile. It’s filled with innocence that covers the hidden layer of malice, and most others don’t have the chance to realize the façade before she disposes of them.
† History †
history: Marjorie Lhyric Vincelli, back when she was born in 1823, was not the type of person that people typically knew of, or even as much as really cared to know of her, for that matter. Marjorie was just Marjorie. She was striking and elegant, yes, but she was a she, and, in those times, that was her problem. Her father was a wealthy Italian man who came from old money and new ambitions. He had everything he wanted brought to him on a silver platter. He was powerful, had social class, and Rome brought him everything his greedy heart wished. Tristan Vincelli was used to that. He got what he wanted, and he got it quickly.
One such item that held much desire for him was a woman named Annabella Delacroix. She was quite the beauty: enchanting green eyes and long, curly dark hair, in addition to a tiny figure, were all tools she used get what she wanted, in the same way and in the same mindset as Tristan. He used wealth, and she used her beauty. Tristan was amazed by her, although he was not the first. Many men had made their case and she had heartlessly rejected them all. But then again, she hadn't known Tristan. Tristan's money quickly won over Annabella's heart. She was wealthier than much of the population, but Tristan was a whole other class of glamor. He wasn't the most beautiful thing in the world, but the lawns of his estate, decorated lavishly with only the most expensive ornaments, was. When Annabella first saw the interior of West Claymor, the Vincelli family heirloom, she was entranced. Just like the home had cast its spell on her, she cast her spell on Tristan - they were married within six months and, by the next year, the couple was expecting a successor.
If there was one thing that Tristan desired that money could not give him it was a little boy. He wanted a son, and, try as he might, money could not buy him one. This brought him great frustration; he had never had to rely on chance to achieve the desired. And, in 1819, a little girl was born, much to Tristan's great dismay. Secretly, however, Annabella adored the newborn child. She was beautiful with her father's dark hair and her mother's curls and bone structure. She would prove to be quite the beauty and Tristan learned to live with her, even if he didn't like her all that much. Antoinette found this baffling as she grew older. By the time she was ten she just couldn't understand why, no matter how hard she tried, she could not earn her father's love. She idolized him. He was the epitome of class and sophistication, and even at an early age Antoinette knew she wanted that, too. Anything her father disliked, she did also. Likewise, anything her father approved, she was all for. Business, a certain horse, a piece of land - even another sibling.
Annabella was constantly berated by her husband - he wanted a boy, and he would go through any lengths to get one. The only other way Tristan could come up with by achieving his goal was... well, he didn't know. So complaining to his wife was his fall-back. They didn't love each other. Their partner had uses, and that was it, and they both knew it. Annabella held no tender feelings for him, and neither for his constant complaining. Tristan thought, for years later, it was Annabella's spite that brought them another girl. He was convinced and enraged, though his betrothed tried to tell him she didn't know or hadn't meant to. Since when did women control their children's gender? But Tristan would hear none of it, and Annabella was punished for her disobedience as a servant or employee would be. He limited her fun and spending and, for that, his wife was greatly aggrieved. Her dislike for her husband grew into utter loathing, and she blamed her newborn daughter for her strife.
Marjorie. That was her problem. Another girl.
Marjorie was beautiful, as her mother and sister were. She had the same loose, dark lochs of hair, large round eyes, and petite figure, but she had her father's proud bearing, and a watered-down version of his ego. Her pride struggled and fought to remain intact, but it still remained, and was waiting there to blossom in later years. Marjorie learned quickly. Unlike Antoinette, her older sister, she was much more clever and cunning. Antoinette was a material girl, the same as Annabella, but she had inherited a certain degree of con and brutality from their parents, too, and often used it to insult her clearly unloved younger sister. However, this wasn't often - they were both beautiful, but Marjorie clearly was the more intelligent and witty out of the pair. It was on many occasions that Antoinette was on the receiving end of Marjorie's sharp tongue.
Years passed, unremarkable and meaningless, and as the family grew older and more bitter towards each other to the point where it was a total relief when Antoinette was married off to a rich man that lived elsewhere. During these monotonous years another attempt was made at a male heir, and yet another attempt ended in failure. Instead there was a third little girl added to the family, who seemed more like Marjorie than her mother or oldest sister. As the middle child grew older Tristan was all of the time contemplating marriage for her and had the same thing in mind for as Antoinette, but she greatly disliked the idea which, in turn, made it all the more appealing to him. Marjorie was a young lady now and dreaded the same fate as her sister had received. It was, by some degree of luck or misfortune, that she met Clifton Blalock, a merchant from England come to oversee his investments in Italy. The two quickly fell in love, becoming entangled in a web of desire and secrecy, their very own tale of Romeo and Juliet developing. Marjorie was in love with the story, and with Clifton: he was so good and kind, with a beautiful smile and a laugh that could lighten your day and make you forget every single your worries. It was this that appealed to her, she believes now. Clifton could make her forget her life and her family, and live in the moment. He proposed to her, and Marjorie readily agreed. They spent that night together, and his touch was so soft, and drove everything else from her mind.
Through him, Marjorie found that she loved adrenaline and a sense of danger. This was fear and excitement's first debut, and she craved it more and more. Clifton was wonderful, and she loved him, but sneaking out to meet him was becoming too familiar to be as exciting as it once was. However, Marjorie soon came up with a cure for her seemingly gray and dulling days. This cure had a name - Royce Cristo.
The kidnapping was smooth and detailed and intricately plotted out, as well as efficiently executed. Marjorie's attackers were quick and struck fast. She was out cold before she even knew what was happening. When she woke up it was to see the face of a man her father's business associate always complained about. Agore Cristo was the volatile and falsely cheery leader of an always-expanding ring of criminals. These weren't your ordinary street criminals, as Marjorie had always expected. These men were trained and highly dangerous, and proved to be quite brutal in the handling of her.
Royce was the exact opposite of Clifton. He was darker and more twisted, and definitely not the gentleman that Marjorie's fiancé had been. He was rude and coarse, and did not handle her gently at all. Nevertheless his scarred hands saved her from the greedy hands of his comrades and it was Royce that began to touch her and show her the things she would be most grateful for in years to come. Royce taught her many different things: how to live, how to be proud, how to fight, and how to kill. He showed her the tricks of the trade, and although there was much grumbling about it, he kept her out of the other men's grip. Marjorie became dependent on him for protection, and he did so, using his status as Agore Cristo's son to rule her untouchable by any other man than himself. Marjorie began to feel that she owed him for her shield from the other men, and repaid that with her body. Royce took her willingly.
It was in these years, when Marjorie passed into her early twenties, that she began her transformation into someone else. She retained the smart tone she spoke in and the proud way she held herself, but she became cold and unforgiving and merciless, just as Royce was. He watched her approvingly. Strong in the body and agile on her feet. The men in the ring of robbers that would challenge and threaten her grew scarce and any soul who was brave enough to do so was made a demonstration out of. Slowly Royce began to call her by a different name: one more fitting and close to her morphing nature. Deceitful and wicked, Marjorie was dubbed “Feint”, and the name stuck. She shed her old name like a rotting skin, never to be heard of again.
But, unknown to her, Clifton still searched for her. And, also unbeknownst to her until around this time, she was pregnant.
Martius was born months later. The father was unknown - Royce fought and clashed over the woman and child until Feint put a stop to it. She adored her son with all her heart, a startling change from the cold woman she had been before. She was still nasty to those on the outside, but Martius changed her temporarily. While he was alive, he brightened her up to a seemingly impossible amount. Martius was vibrant, with always the good things to say. He looked like neither Clifton nor Royce, with curly brown hair that spiraled out of his head into a messy, untamable entanglement and with the Vincelli wide eyes. He was extremely intelligent, and both Clifton and Royce were astonished with this gift. But Feint's happiness, as always, could not last.
Martius was a sick child, and a weak one as well. His mind was at its best but his body was failing. He was fragile and delicate and so sick some days he was not able to stand on his own. But he never complained. Feint never heard one negative thing come from his mouth. The fact that he was sick, had a whore for a mother, and two disputing fathers never seemed to bother him. He loved them all with the same amount of affection, if not a tad bit more adoration towards his mother. He still acted the eight-year-old child he was. He was nothing but a kid who wanted to have fun. Royce and Clifton entertained him. Royce would present him with problems and brainteasers with seemingly impossible-to-find-solutions, but Martius would always crack them. Both fathers took great pride in him, and Feint couldn’t have loved him more.
The enemies of Royce's gang, which he had inherited it from his father, Agore, a few years down the road focused their sight on Feint and, just as a bonus, Martius. Feint wasn't aware of this, and neither was Royce Lot. When the shady man found out he was furious and was on his way to fetch them himself when devastation hit. The men burned Feint's home - with her son inside it - to the ground. In her grief and anger, she turned on them, and in the process of killing them all, nearly killed herself. She collapsed from blood loss, and Royce found a ruined home waiting for him when he went to warn his longtime friend of the danger that she and his son were in. Clifton, seeing the carnage from miles away, came also: he was the one who held Feint as she wept, and it was Royce whose vengeance was reaped upon the misfortunate souls who dared hurt Martius.
One of the arsonists found his way back to Feint, and it is believed that this was the immortal that turned her into a werewolf, and that was the story that she always went by. It took a long time for Feint to get used to the trials and troubles of being a werewolf, and to this day it is a sore spot at times. After traveling all around in search for a place that she could live that would not bring her any danger, she took back her birth name, although she changed her last name to Sinclair and now uses Feint as her middle name and the name that many others - vampires, hunters, etc. - know her by.
Marjorie has bitten many people in her lifetime, sometimes for the benefit and sometimes for the benefit of the doubt. Around forty years ago she ran across a young man with a bunch of his friends at a bar in California and, being the perfect temptress that she is, she didn't pass up the opportunity to get him into bed with her. Something happened that night that Marjorie did not expect to happen though - she found herself quickly falling for him, and stuff like that never happened with this particular werewolf. Instead of finishing him off and making a meal out of him like she would do any of her other victims she decided to bite him and make a werewolf out of him, so that she could keep him around for later. She stayed with Alex Carter all during his first full moon and the painful transformation that was to come, caring for him and doting on him, pledging that she was going to look over him and make sure that this immortal life that he was about to lead would be wonderful because she was going to be involved in it. However, only a few weeks after she had grown so attached to him Marjorie ripped herself from Alex's life. Fear swelled up inside of her as she was terrified by the news that she was again pregnant. She was mortified that something else like what happened to Martius would happen to this child again, and that fueled her decision to get an abortion.
She never told anybody about it. Not even the father himself.
parentage: tristan vincelli, father, deceased
annabella delacroix, mother, also deceased
siblings: antoinette vincelli, older sister, deceased
amora vincelli, younger sister, also deceased
offspring: martius vincelli, son, deceased[/blockquote][/blockquote]
† Role Play Example †
True, she hadn’t even noticed that anyone else was in the room. Then again, that was always what it was like with Feint. She didn’t pay any attention to anybody but herself. And, of course, that was the only person that mattered to her at all. In all honesty, she really could care less for a lot of people that were around her. She didn’t even notice a lot of times that anybody else was around. She did, however and amazingly enough, know everyone in the pack’s name. But just being able to put names with faces didn’t mean anything. She was still her number one priority. Her and her alone.
As she heard the fairly familiar voice she glanced nonchalantly in the direction that it had come from, laying her icy blue orbs on the other person in the living room. She was sure that her expression immediately went from one of sheer boredom to one of a little disgust as she saw the other lycan and a small scowl tugged at the corners of her mouth. She looked at Gabriel, one of the werewolves in the pack that she had known for a pretty long time, for a moment longer, eyes searching over him from head to toe. His disheveled look, she had to admit, was a bit on the sexy side, and he had caught her attention before, she wouldn’t deny it. But, even though she was labeled a whore, she still had her standards. And that meant that she’d never get into bed with another member from the coven. If something ended badly, then she didn’t want to hate them for any more reason than she had to. There was, though, that part of her that was certain that, if someone really struck her fancy, she’d be interested in a heartbeat. But so far: nothing, nada, zip, zilch.
And Gabriel was not an exception.
“You’ve got a room,” she stated shortly, very curt with him as he had fussed at her for turning the television on. It wasn’t her fault that he had fallen asleep and hadn’t made it up to his bedroom. Now he was just going to have to suffer through it. She wasn’t going to cut him any slack. Him nor anyone else. She didn’t deal with any crap, and she certainly wasn’t going to take any of his.
“If I’m bothering you,” she began to say, already leaning back against the leather couch, bringing up one foot and then the other to prop them up on the ottoman, stretching a little before she proceeded to talk. “Then accept my apology,” she stated dryly, raising a brow in his direction, “and get over it.” With this she looked back at him for a moment or two more and then, smiling acidly at him, lifted the remote control so that its signal would reach the television, and pressed another button, holding it down, and the volume increased by a huge increment, uncaring for the sleep that the other person in the room was trying to get.
To say that Feint was bitter was the understatement of the year.† Let’s Talk About You †
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