Post by tigralarue on Jul 17, 2009 9:54:32 GMT -7
†Tigra-Reno-LaRue†
†Renny†
[/center]†General Information†
Full Name: Tigra Reno LaRue.
Nicknames: Renny.
Gender: Female.
Age: One Hundred and Five.
Age they appear: Twenty-Two.
Race: Vampire.
Orentation: Straight.
Health Problems: None.
†Personality†
Basic Personality:
Tigra is a very quiet individual, only saying what is necessary when needed and no more than that, until you get to know her. Then she becomes very outgoing. It is very rare to get her to start up a conversation, but when she does, you'll find that she's fairly friendly and easy to get along with. Not as ruthless as others, she tends to kill only to eat, not into killing unnecessarily. She's very independent and does not like being told what to do. In fact, that is the quickest way to anger her. She's very intelligent, learning quickly. She's very blunt and to the point, not bothering to sugarcoat anything because she sees it as pointless to lie to someone about a situation. Tigra can be a sweetheart, though, despite her quiet exterior. Her sense of humor is dry, sarcastic, although she laughs at just about everything she finds funny.
Likes:
†Music.
†Singing.
†Learning new things.
†Playing the piano.
†Dancing.
†Changing her hair color.
Hates:
†Spiders.
†Birds.
†Ignorance.
†Boredom.
†Screeching children.
Talents:
†Dancing.
†Piano.
†Suppressing hunger.
†Learning quickly.
†Telling the truth.
†Not allergic to sunlight.
Habits:
†Running tongue over fangs.
†Tapping fingers when bored.
†Picking off hangnails.
†Tapping any door frame twice before passing through it.
†Sticking tongue out when thinking.
†Appearance:†
Skin Color: White.
Hair Color: Naturally blonde, but it's whatever she changes it to most of the time..
Eye Color: Blue.
Build: Skinny.
Piercing/Scars/Tattoos: Septum piercing.
Tattoo on top of left arm, and right wrist/forearm area.
Choice of Clothing: It all mainly depends on her mood, but she likes to dress up for the most part. Jewelry is one of her favorite things, especially necklaces.
Wolf Appearance: N/A.
Other: She tends to be vain and takes pride in the way she looks.
†History:†
History: Tigra was born in Los Angeles, California, living a normal life until the age of thirteen. After a night out at the movies with her friends, she was walking home alone when the slightest sound made her turn around. Laughter filled the silence of the night, and sent chills up her spine. As she peered into the darkness in front of her, something grabbed her from behind and pulled her head to the side. Burning pain shot through her body, and after a few moments everything went black. When she awoke, it was in an unfamiliar place, and she was alone. Struggling to her feet, she shook her head to clear her vision and headed for the entrance of the room she was in, stepping outside and simply walking away without a second thought. Hunger ravaged through her body, and after she realized what she needed to satisfy that hunger, she froze in horror. In her mind, she knew what she had become; a vampire. At that moment, she swore she would never do to another what had been done to her. Afterwards, she wandered the entire world, searching for somewhere to just settle down in, somewhere where maybe she wouldn't be quite so conspicuous. It was then, that she ended up in London. The city called out her name, and she fell in love with it instantly. She loved the layout, the old feel to it, the accents; everything about it struck her fancy. After a few weeks of more searching, she finally found a house to call her home; and she did just that. She was 80 when she found the house, and moved in. She is now 105 years old, and has been living in that house, in the country she loves, for exactly twenty-five years, and plans on making it many, many more to come.
Mother/Father: Rachelle LaRue/Michael LaRue
Siblings: None.
Offspring: None.
Other: When a human, she was never close to her extended family.
†RP example:†
mine, from the site, Bound In Her Bones.
mine, from the site, Bound In Her Bones.
The moon was out, shining through the fog that covered the earth that night. It was so thick and Charlotte could barely see her hand in front of her face without the lantern she carried with her. She was on the verge of turning seventeen in just a few more minutes, and she wanted to be near the water when she did. She loved it, loved how peaceful it was, loved the calming effect it had. She stood on the largest rock on the beachy area, gazing out over the water as the minutes ticked away. Pulling her mother's watch from her pocket, she checked the time; thirty seconds until seventeen. She felt no different, but then again she didn't really expect to. After all, it was only another day. Sure, she was a year older, but what did that matter? Life didn't halt simply because you got older. No, time went on, and so did life. She knew the world would not stop spinning for something as insignificant as a birthday. Inhaling the scent of the briney ocean breeze, Charlotte smiled slightly, closing her eyes for only a moment when a slight noise to her left startled her.
Raising her lantern, she peered out into the fog, saying nothing. There was someone there, she could see the silhouette, though it was far away and faint. She turned her attention back to the seas, watching the waves crash to shore, losing track of all time. Minutes passed, closing in on a half hour since she spotted the silhouette of the man. Another slight noise, this time closer, startled her again and she looked back to where she had first seen the man. He was there now, beside her, on a rock higher up than she was. She gazed up at him as he smiled down at her, brown eyes warm as he watched her. He spoke, his voice deep but quiet, perhaps so nobody would hear him, Hello there, poppet. An' what might a girl like you be doin' out here on a night like this one?
Charlotte peered at him, head tilted slightly as she answered him. A small quiver of fear shot up her spine, for she didn't know this man, yet he was close to her and was speaking to her. She mentally pushed away the emotion and responded to his question, I'm out here because I love the seas. I enjoy watching the water. Plus, it's my birthday. I turned seventeen forty-five minutes ago, and this is what I wanted to do for my birthday. She watched him silently, her storm blue-gray eyes dancing slightly in the light of her lantern.
The man nodded and sighed slightly, remaning silent as a few moments passed. He seemed to be pondering something, brow furrowed in thought as he stared out across the water, eyes vacant and clouded over. Then, as if coming to some sort of epitome, he snapped back to reality and turned his gaze back onto the girl standing before him. Charlotte raised one brow questioningly, yet said nothing as the man opened his mouth to speak, I know who you are, poppet. I know your name, I knew today was your birthday, and I know your mother. He grew silent for a moment, the time seeming to last forever until he spoke again, "Charlotte, I'm the man your mother never told ya' about. I'm your father, the pirate."
Charlotte's jaw dropped in shock as she stared at the man. It all made sense to her now, why she loved the water so much. Why she never felt as if the life she was living with her mother was right for her. Her bloodline was tainted by a pirate, and the call was ever present. She looked up at him again, the surprise evident in her eyes and as she spoke to him, she stuttered, "Y-y-you're my father? You're a pirate? But, why did you come back now, of all days? Of all the ime you've been gone, why now?"
He nodded and looked away, sighing softly, "I never wanted to leave ya' here. I wanted you an' your mother to come with me, but she just wasn't gonna do it. I came back, poppet, because I wanted to make you an offer. I was seventeen when I went to the seas, when I became a pirate. I know it's in your blood, I can look at ya' an' tell. I'm here to offer ya' the life of a pirate. Will you join me?"
Hesitation was not a factor, and the yes spilled from her tongue immediately, with no second thoughts. It was what she wanted and she knew it, she knew it was the life for her. The man, her father, smiled down at her and nodded, stepping off the rock and motioning for her to follow with a wave of his hand. Charlotte inhaled softly and stepped from her rock as well, feet landing silently on the sands. Casting a final glance over her shoulder, she said a silent goodbye to her mother and stepped away from the life she had known for seventeen long years, to begin a new life, with just the clothes on her back and the lantern in her hand. It was then that she vowed that she would never return to the lifestyle her mother had lived and provided for her. She vowed that she would live the life of a pirate, the only life for her, until she died.
Raising her lantern, she peered out into the fog, saying nothing. There was someone there, she could see the silhouette, though it was far away and faint. She turned her attention back to the seas, watching the waves crash to shore, losing track of all time. Minutes passed, closing in on a half hour since she spotted the silhouette of the man. Another slight noise, this time closer, startled her again and she looked back to where she had first seen the man. He was there now, beside her, on a rock higher up than she was. She gazed up at him as he smiled down at her, brown eyes warm as he watched her. He spoke, his voice deep but quiet, perhaps so nobody would hear him, Hello there, poppet. An' what might a girl like you be doin' out here on a night like this one?
Charlotte peered at him, head tilted slightly as she answered him. A small quiver of fear shot up her spine, for she didn't know this man, yet he was close to her and was speaking to her. She mentally pushed away the emotion and responded to his question, I'm out here because I love the seas. I enjoy watching the water. Plus, it's my birthday. I turned seventeen forty-five minutes ago, and this is what I wanted to do for my birthday. She watched him silently, her storm blue-gray eyes dancing slightly in the light of her lantern.
The man nodded and sighed slightly, remaning silent as a few moments passed. He seemed to be pondering something, brow furrowed in thought as he stared out across the water, eyes vacant and clouded over. Then, as if coming to some sort of epitome, he snapped back to reality and turned his gaze back onto the girl standing before him. Charlotte raised one brow questioningly, yet said nothing as the man opened his mouth to speak, I know who you are, poppet. I know your name, I knew today was your birthday, and I know your mother. He grew silent for a moment, the time seeming to last forever until he spoke again, "Charlotte, I'm the man your mother never told ya' about. I'm your father, the pirate."
Charlotte's jaw dropped in shock as she stared at the man. It all made sense to her now, why she loved the water so much. Why she never felt as if the life she was living with her mother was right for her. Her bloodline was tainted by a pirate, and the call was ever present. She looked up at him again, the surprise evident in her eyes and as she spoke to him, she stuttered, "Y-y-you're my father? You're a pirate? But, why did you come back now, of all days? Of all the ime you've been gone, why now?"
He nodded and looked away, sighing softly, "I never wanted to leave ya' here. I wanted you an' your mother to come with me, but she just wasn't gonna do it. I came back, poppet, because I wanted to make you an offer. I was seventeen when I went to the seas, when I became a pirate. I know it's in your blood, I can look at ya' an' tell. I'm here to offer ya' the life of a pirate. Will you join me?"
Hesitation was not a factor, and the yes spilled from her tongue immediately, with no second thoughts. It was what she wanted and she knew it, she knew it was the life for her. The man, her father, smiled down at her and nodded, stepping off the rock and motioning for her to follow with a wave of his hand. Charlotte inhaled softly and stepped from her rock as well, feet landing silently on the sands. Casting a final glance over her shoulder, she said a silent goodbye to her mother and stepped away from the life she had known for seventeen long years, to begin a new life, with just the clothes on her back and the lantern in her hand. It was then that she vowed that she would never return to the lifestyle her mother had lived and provided for her. She vowed that she would live the life of a pirate, the only life for her, until she died.
†Let's talk about you:†
Name: Laura.
Other Characters: None.
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