Post by cielo on Jun 13, 2009 16:24:12 GMT -7
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†Cecilia-Eileen-Madonna-Aldridge†
†Cici†
[/center]†General Information†
Full Name: Cecilia-Eileen Madonna Aldridge
Nicknames: Cici, Aldridge
Gender: Female
Age: 129
Age they appear: almost 22
Race: Caucasian Vampire
Orientation: Straight
Health Problems: Not really a health problem, but she doesn't speak
†Personality†
Basic Personality: As a young child, Cecilia had been one you could call "preppy". She was very popular among the children, everyone yearning to call her their friend, even if they barely knew her. Even though she was a shy girl, she loved the attention. She was one of those girls, despite being shy, was always surrounded by a group of kids who wanted all of her attention. But, among the many children who thrived for her friendship, only three actually were. To them, she was immensely loyal, often going against her shy ways to stick up for them whenever they were picked on.
Would you be surprised if you found out that she was no longer that preppy girl everyone strove to get for a friend? Well, it's true. The once shy girl who would be surrounded by a school load of children is often by herself, tinkering away on something mechanical. One thing hasn't changed though. Her trust issues. Ever since she can remember, she could never really trust those around her and their actions. Something always scream 'traitor' in whatever they did. A present? They wanted something in return. A kind word? That meant a kind word back. Maybe even more. Out on the streets, you could mistake her for a homeless women, for she keeps all her business to herself. Crashing into someone on the busy London streets barely gets an apology from her. In fact, no one can barely get a word from her. Should someone she would consider an 'acquaintance' start to become closer to her, she'll fight back. Her solitary attitude will get worse. She'll give you the cold shoulder, even go to the lengths of drugging your drink or threatening you with her gun she carries. She doesn't take well to trusting others. But should someone who lives for that kind of danger, even doing their best to slowly ear her trust, then you'll have a friend for life. Instead of being the very anti-social woman she is now, she'll open up to you, if only slightly. You could get lucky to get a word or two (maybe even a sentence!) out of her in a response. She'll return to the shy girl of her past, ready to break the barrier to stand up for you in any circumstance you happen to be in. Should you do something to go against her trust, whatever progress you two had made as friends will be destroyed, and it may never be rekindled. She's one of those people who really don't take well to being hurt, if it's by a friend or a boyfriend. And not only will that put you on a setback with her, everyone will be put on a setback. So her trust is like dominoes. If you knock one over, they'll all fall down.
Surprisingly though, this girl has learned one thing in her life of solitaire. Actually, two important things. And do you wonder what they happen to be? Well, one of them happens to be how well she stalks people. If you feel the hairs on the back of your neck start to stand up, and you get this weird feeling like someone is watching you, then Cecilia probably is. But worry not, she doesn't stalk anyone at random. In fact, those who owe her money for anything, those she was hired to follow, and those who stabbed her in the back are often those she ends up following. And what happens to those she follows? They disappear from all existence. Unless, of course, she was told only to scare them or she still feels some small ity bity spec of feeling for the bastard who hurt her. But in fact, you'd be surprised at how good she is a stalking her 'prey', as she calls them. She can keep to the shadows easily, hiding herself deep into alleys and the shadows of rooftops and front yards. If you somehow managed to sneak away from her ever watchful eye, then you would get anywhere from an hour to a day's rest before she would find you again and continue with her watch. Should she be after you for a kill, then be thankful she is who she is. Instead of a long, slow, and painful process of killing like other vampires, she kills you quickly and with as little pain as possible. That is, if you didn't stab her too hard. Had you done something she could never forgive you for, then your death will be like all the other deaths from a vampire, long and merciless.
The second thing she learned? Reading people. IF you have done something you regret, you send off waves of remorse and regret. Often, those that regret something will be distant from others, trying to think of a way to fix things. And she can tell. The way someone acts when around their wife after they had an affair, the way someone speaks to the one they secretly love, or the way someone looks at another they know is tearing apart their family, Cecilia can tell it all. And maybe it's a good thing she can read people like an open book. Because of the solitary life she leads (and how often she speaks, which is normally never), she is one of the few people you know it would be okay if she knew. Yet, it doesn't mean she'd keep the information to herself. She has her ways of letting others know of what's going on. All she would need is proof, and she can easily get it.
Being a quiet girls and liking more to keep to herself than spend her life out in the open, Cecilia has become inhumanly observant, which is ironic for her being a vampire. If something out of the ordinary is there, she sure as hell is likely to spot it. A broken branch, snapped twig, a piece of hair stuck to a tree. You name it, she more than likely would be able to see it in her surroundings. As long as it seems to be something close to being realistic anyway. Ask her to find something she believes not to be there and she'll wait for you to show her some sort of proof that you aren't making something up to fool her.
Even though she is far from being anything being a human, she certainly shows a lot of human qualities. You'd be surprised to find out that she holds, not only the qualities of a human, but the qualities of a human female. Her number one major human quirk is to live her life happily ever after with a man who loves her and children of her own. And not only that, she has the feeling of want, the feeling to be needed by someone. Every human has the feeling of wanting to be like, do they not? And Cecilia is just the same. Even though she doesn't speak to people, she still wants those she works around to like her. Yet, if she doesn't like you, then don't expect anything from her. She's like a dog. If she doesn't like you, she's not afraid to show it. You'll just have to figure out from her body language whether or not she likes you.
Finally, she's one of the very few people in the world today you could trust your life with, even if you don't trust her. With her lack of vocalizing, she can easily keep secrets that won't harm anyone but the person who holds the secret. You'd be surprised at how trustworthy this vampire girl is. Not only can you trust secrets and your life with her, you can trust that whatever job you ask her to do, she'll get it done. She isn't one of those people who say they'll do something and either never do it or they do it too late. No, not Cecilia. The minute you ask her to do something, she'll stop what she is doing and go out and do it. She believes that the faster you get something done, the more time you free up for yourself and the more experienced you get at what you do. And not only that, if she has done something close to a favor for you, you will end up doing her a favor sometime in the future. What comes with trusting her? She's got your back at all times, even if it may not seem like it. So, basically, she's like a horse that has been broken in. She'll do what you ask and you can bet your ass she'll risk herself for you. Totally contradicting to her lack of trust for others, is it not?
Yet, it seems we have missed something, have we not? Ah yes, I know what it is we have missed. A side that Cecilia can easily hide from anyone, even the most skilled detectors and readers. But what is it she hides from everyone? Her temper of course! With the fact she is a solitary creature and doesn't really speak, not in a million years would you think she has a horrible temper. But oh, she does. When something goes wrong that day, you can be certain she'll be roaming the streets looking for some innocent (or not so innocent) person walking down the streets of London. The next day, their bodies will be found dumped out on the streets, drained completely of blood, decapitated, and other means of torture done to their mutilated body. Her temper, often times, is really bad. Should you find one of the bodies she had gotten a hold of, hope they aren't family. They are beyond being recognized, and many never go home to their family. So be careful with what you do. If it gets her mad, someone is going to die that night. And also, she's actually easily angered, so be careful.
WC: 1652 (longest personality ever!)
Likes:
† Keeping to herself
† Working with weapons/vehicles
† Read/Write/Draw, anything that works her hands
† Giving herself challenges
† Movies, or going out
† Dancing, specifically to music from the 80's and 90's
Hates:
† Overly loud or obnoxious people
† Guys or girls who like others for their body
† Fighting dirtily
† Being underestimated, especially at the things she's good at
† Being babied. She likes her space and doing what she wants to do.
† Being stabbed in the back or lied to. It irritates her to no end.
Talents:
† This girl knows how to dance. Give her music and she can pull out the moves to match the grooves. The skimpier the clothes are, the more comfortable she feels as she's busting her ass to make others sexually happy.
† She is unnaturally observant. Nothing happens around her that she won't notice and store to memory. If one minute flowers are alive and dandy and the next one is missing a petal, be sure she will notice it.
† For being a woman, she isn't afraid to get down and dirty. If a car is broken, a gun can't shoot, or some sort of mechanical invention doesn't work, she'll spend her time making it even better than it was before it broke.
† She's actually an excellent stalker. You tell her to follow someone, she can stick to the shadows and hide from anyone. Even if you suspect that she is the stalker, she can hide all facts and evidence that proves she is the stalker.
† She's good at reading people. She can tell when they are lying by the way they talk, act, or the way they walk. And not only that, she can tell what kind of person you are just by watching you in everyday life. The situations you put yourself in tell Cecilia everything about you. If something is off with you, she will find it.
Habits:
† Clenching and un-clenching her fingers when she gets frustrated or angered.
† Smoking cigarettes when she gets nervous or anxious. But never more than two cigarettes per week.
† Going for a jog when she needs to relax or is really stressed about something.
† She drums her nails when she gets bored or loses her concentration.
† She likes to sing songs she knows, like lullaby's, in another language, usually French or Italian.
†Appearance:†
Skin Color: Nicely tanned. She's not too white from being out at night, nor too dark from wearing dark clothes to absorb the heat of night. Her skin tone is just right.
Hair Color: In summer, even though she doesn't get out much during the day (since she is a vamp), her hair is a lot lighter toned brunette, even going as far to say a dirty blonde. In winter, her hair is a light rustic brunette with natural blonde and red highlights throughout.
Eye Color: Hazel
Build: Athletically built, but still feminine. She's made of surprise muscle, with not an ounce of fat on her lean body.
Piercing/Scars/Tattoos: Ears are pierced, with an industrial bar and her nose/A tattoo of a heart with a knife Click
Choice of Clothing: Tops that cling and show off her midriff and either short skirts or really tight skinny jeans
Other: She is 5'5" and she weighs a whopping 127 pounds.
†History:†
History: Now, everyone has a history of some sort. Some have a tragedy, others have drama. Some have a mystery behind their names, and others have a long line of homicides and suicides. Everyone's story is different. And Cecilia is different from everyone else's. Her history consists of tragedies, dramas, mysteries, and a long line of deaths from murderers or suicides. Her life has never been easy, from the moment she was born to this moment in life. Now, to understand the life of Cecilia-Eileen Madonna Aldridge, you must first have a little insight to who her parent's were and what kind of life they led.
Cecilia's mother and father were never married. They had met one night while both were strung up (after sniffing some drugs of course) and totally intoxicated. One thing led to another, and her parent's were having sex in the back of her fathers 1953 Chevrolet car. After that night, the man and women never spoke to each other unless it was in the back of the car. And, like all men during that time, he used no protection. So, a baby was slowly being formed inside the womb of Isabella.
During the nine months Isabella was pregnant, she really didn't take good care of herself. Her drinking became an addiction, her drugs her new best friend. Every chance she got she was smoking or getting high, cursing the era in which she lived. And where was Marcellos throughout the nine months? He was off having sex with other women, telling them all sorts of lies that he had told Isabella. So she was alone, and she was expecting to have a baby. Though she certainly didn't want the child, she'd love it anyway.
Nine months rolled around, and Isabella was off with her friends getting high once again. But that faithful day on August 9, 1967 was not to be a day wasted. At 9:17 pm that night, Cecilia-Eileen Madonna Aldridge was born. And to the surprise of Isabella, Marcellos was by her side the whole time. He wanted to be part of the family. He was going to marry the girl he never thought he would fall in love with.
"Mommy? Tell me the story of the daddy went away." A little girl who looked barely five years old, sat on her mother's lap in their two bedroom apartment. Seems we made it just in time for a story. "Well, where should I start Cecilia?" The voice of the woman was cracked, evidence of her long battle with drugs and cancer. Instead of looking like she was 39, she looked far older, close to her 50's. And she was fading fast. Soon, this little girl would be without parents, and who knows where she would end up. "Start where you always do!" Cecilia bounced around, anxious for a story.
"Daddy and mommy met a long time ago, and it was love at first sight. We had a big wedding planned for us, but you came along before we could makes those wedding ideas happen. Mommy and daddy were so happy you came along, we had a little party for your arrival. But daddy had to go away, the president wanted him to fight to save us."
Little Cecilia stared up at her mother, and gently placed her little hand on her mamma's cheek. "Daddy's in heaven now, with God? Isabella nodded. "Yes baby, he is. But it's time for bed. Go on, get your butt to bed. Remember to pray to daddy baby. I love you." She gave little Cecilia a hug and watched her scuttle off to bed. With a sigh, she too went to sleep. Never to wake again.
So little Cecilia, by the age of five, had lost both her parents. One died from the war, though which one she is still not sure of. Her mother succumbed to cancer from her drugs, and Cecilia was sent of to live with her uncle outside of the United States, all the way in London.
Mother/Father:
Mother: Isabella Eastridge/Deceased
Father: Marcellos Aldridge/Deceased
Siblings: None
Offspring: None
Other: After her parents' died, she was sent to live with her abusive uncle who had no children.
†RP example:†
This example is taken from another site I RP at, called Dream Fields. The character is a horse named Alleyway. She is meeting up with the father of her son, called Aftershock, the king of the Light Herds. He had just come back to power.i. it had been a while since alleyway had even talked to anyone here, besides aftershock, in heaven's heights. much to long. she trotted into land she had called home for so long, and stopped slowly. she was bulkier than she had been, even though the drought had taken affect on her frame. and being bulkier meant she would need more food. she was carrying a foal. and not just any foal, the first foal of the king in his new reign.
ii. alleyway had heard a call from far off. was it aftershock? she let out a loud nicker, calling back and saying she was on her way. did she love aftershock? like family she did. she knew how devastated he was when he had lost his eldest daughter evelina and his love alex. He still had his second daughter maxaria. Which, since she had yet to meet the second daughter, maxaria must have helped her father through it all. she had heard rumors that the new king of placid ravine had acquired
iii. being bulkier than she had been months before, even at a slow-paced trot alleyway wasn't able to go very far. she sighed loudly. this was her first child, and she'd care and love it right. she lowered her head to nibble on some grass that lay dieing in the drought. she raised her cranial up to look at the bright blue sky. she wished it would rain soon. she didn't want to have a baby that wouldn't do well in this condition.
iv. she felt the foal kick, and she jumped in surprise. she could tell that the little tyke was ready. she snorted, trying to come up with a name as she waddled along. if it was a colt, the name fault line suited. if it was a filly, the name aphelia would seem fit. she had a gut instinct, like a mother's intuition, that the foal would be a colt.
v. she continued on with her trip to where aftershock had called out to the lands. she was so behind on everything, and it was time to get caught up. she halted, letting her mind wander for a mere moment. she knew that one by the name of reece's midnight had taken over after aftershock has resigned. then, he had let down aftershock by doing nothing to block his love or daughter. she had even been stolen! she grunted, frustrated at all the drama. oh well, there was nothing she could do about it.
vi. she let out a groan as the foal kicked again, this time harder. minutes later, alleyway lowered herself to the ground. after a few loud groans, several pushes, and many tiresome minutes, a young creature was born. she looked over at the lovely creation, cleaning her child thoroughly. the foal was a apply gray color like alleyway and aftershock, and the little foal looked like it would be tall. she hoisted herself up, gently nudging the little foal to its feet. it rose to it's feet, a little wobbly, but able to stand without falling. it took one step, falling back and landing on its rump. she giggled, watching her baby try to stand up. she nickered again, and watched as the foal stood up, this time making it all the way to her side to feed. she waited, watching the colt (for it acted like such* continue to eat. it took a minute from his feeding time to look up at her with adorable baby eyes, and milk dribbling down his muzzle. she nudged him gently in their destination, and started walking with fault line by her side.
vii. alleyway walked at a slower pace so her son could keep up with her. already she felt better, younger even. without the weight of a foal, she didn't feel the need to over eat, which made her feel better. she watched as fault line ran only a few feet in front of her and back, skidding to a stop in front of her, then tearing off to do the same thing again and again. she laughed at his antics, and continued walking. he was adorable. such a cute child. "be careful fault line, and slow down baby," she said smiling.
viii. she could hear voices now. it sounded like aftershock talking to one, two, three other mares. none of the voices rang a bell, though when he was talking to melrose, alleyway knew that she was part of the light herd. the name zana's rose and dashanya did not ring a bell. fault line went tearing off towards the voices and alleyway whinnied, calling him back. he stopped in his tracks, turning around to return to mis mama's side.
viiii. alleyway soon could place who's voice went to who as she approached the gathering. she saw aftershock there, speaking harshly to a femme that had talked about midnight. she guessed it was zana's rose. and dashanya seemed too quiet, but that was good for the quiet girl alleyway was. fault line took off, zig-zagging through the maze of horses already there. he made sure not to scare them, so he trotted instead of raced through their legs. he stopped in front of dashanya, smiling up at the femme. "hewwo," he said, little banner flying behind his dappled rump. he grinned a toothless grin, lifting up one pillar to wave in his own way. he looked over at zana's rose and stuck his tongue out like a little child. he then looked at aftershock, gazing at the large creature in wonder. behind him trotted alleyway, a smile upon her maw.
sorry for intruding, but he got away from me. i am called alleyway, and this is fault line," she said, looking at aftershock at the mention of the colt's name.
x. alleyway looked over at dashanya, nodding her head in greeting and smiling. she had seen how keen fault line was with her, and she smiled. but, she watched zana's rose out of the corner of her eye. fault line didn't like her, alleyway could tell. "you've returned to your high position aftershock," she said, noting why he had called. "and i am here now, ready to help with anything i can." she nodded her head, ocean deep optics turning to gaze over aftershocks harem. yes, it seemed everything would be better.
ii. alleyway had heard a call from far off. was it aftershock? she let out a loud nicker, calling back and saying she was on her way. did she love aftershock? like family she did. she knew how devastated he was when he had lost his eldest daughter evelina and his love alex. He still had his second daughter maxaria. Which, since she had yet to meet the second daughter, maxaria must have helped her father through it all. she had heard rumors that the new king of placid ravine had acquired
iii. being bulkier than she had been months before, even at a slow-paced trot alleyway wasn't able to go very far. she sighed loudly. this was her first child, and she'd care and love it right. she lowered her head to nibble on some grass that lay dieing in the drought. she raised her cranial up to look at the bright blue sky. she wished it would rain soon. she didn't want to have a baby that wouldn't do well in this condition.
iv. she felt the foal kick, and she jumped in surprise. she could tell that the little tyke was ready. she snorted, trying to come up with a name as she waddled along. if it was a colt, the name fault line suited. if it was a filly, the name aphelia would seem fit. she had a gut instinct, like a mother's intuition, that the foal would be a colt.
v. she continued on with her trip to where aftershock had called out to the lands. she was so behind on everything, and it was time to get caught up. she halted, letting her mind wander for a mere moment. she knew that one by the name of reece's midnight had taken over after aftershock has resigned. then, he had let down aftershock by doing nothing to block his love or daughter. she had even been stolen! she grunted, frustrated at all the drama. oh well, there was nothing she could do about it.
vi. she let out a groan as the foal kicked again, this time harder. minutes later, alleyway lowered herself to the ground. after a few loud groans, several pushes, and many tiresome minutes, a young creature was born. she looked over at the lovely creation, cleaning her child thoroughly. the foal was a apply gray color like alleyway and aftershock, and the little foal looked like it would be tall. she hoisted herself up, gently nudging the little foal to its feet. it rose to it's feet, a little wobbly, but able to stand without falling. it took one step, falling back and landing on its rump. she giggled, watching her baby try to stand up. she nickered again, and watched as the foal stood up, this time making it all the way to her side to feed. she waited, watching the colt (for it acted like such* continue to eat. it took a minute from his feeding time to look up at her with adorable baby eyes, and milk dribbling down his muzzle. she nudged him gently in their destination, and started walking with fault line by her side.
vii. alleyway walked at a slower pace so her son could keep up with her. already she felt better, younger even. without the weight of a foal, she didn't feel the need to over eat, which made her feel better. she watched as fault line ran only a few feet in front of her and back, skidding to a stop in front of her, then tearing off to do the same thing again and again. she laughed at his antics, and continued walking. he was adorable. such a cute child. "be careful fault line, and slow down baby," she said smiling.
viii. she could hear voices now. it sounded like aftershock talking to one, two, three other mares. none of the voices rang a bell, though when he was talking to melrose, alleyway knew that she was part of the light herd. the name zana's rose and dashanya did not ring a bell. fault line went tearing off towards the voices and alleyway whinnied, calling him back. he stopped in his tracks, turning around to return to mis mama's side.
viiii. alleyway soon could place who's voice went to who as she approached the gathering. she saw aftershock there, speaking harshly to a femme that had talked about midnight. she guessed it was zana's rose. and dashanya seemed too quiet, but that was good for the quiet girl alleyway was. fault line took off, zig-zagging through the maze of horses already there. he made sure not to scare them, so he trotted instead of raced through their legs. he stopped in front of dashanya, smiling up at the femme. "hewwo," he said, little banner flying behind his dappled rump. he grinned a toothless grin, lifting up one pillar to wave in his own way. he looked over at zana's rose and stuck his tongue out like a little child. he then looked at aftershock, gazing at the large creature in wonder. behind him trotted alleyway, a smile upon her maw.
sorry for intruding, but he got away from me. i am called alleyway, and this is fault line," she said, looking at aftershock at the mention of the colt's name.
x. alleyway looked over at dashanya, nodding her head in greeting and smiling. she had seen how keen fault line was with her, and she smiled. but, she watched zana's rose out of the corner of her eye. fault line didn't like her, alleyway could tell. "you've returned to your high position aftershock," she said, noting why he had called. "and i am here now, ready to help with anything i can." she nodded her head, ocean deep optics turning to gaze over aftershocks harem. yes, it seemed everything would be better.
†Let's talk about you:†
Name: Cielo
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