Post by saundra on Jun 20, 2009 13:38:57 GMT -7
†Saundra-Michelle-Harding†
†Saundra†
[/center]†General Information†
Full Name: Saundra Michelle Harding
Nicknames: None.
Gender: Female.
Age: 32
Age they appear: 21
Race: Vampire
Orentation: Heterosexual
Health Problems: As a vampire, of course she has a sun allergy. If she ventures too long under the sun she'll suffer from mild to severe rashes/burns. Not to mention, she'll slowly blind. If left too long under the glare of the sun; she'd die.
†Personality†
Basic Personality: Saundra could very well pass as a normal human, as her naive innocence has prevailed through the thirty two year sentence she's served on this earth. Or so it seems. At first glance you'd see a bubbly, somewhat ditzy girl, but the more time you spend with her, the more you see the enigma that is truly her. Underneath the so called innocence lies a coldness that no one could touch, no one could see, you just sense it. Something odd about the sweet girl. I mean, really, how sweet can a vampire be? There's a great many different sides to her ever shifting personality. Every time you think you've got a handle on her, she does or says something that leaves you baffled and wondering just what you've gotten yourself into. Saundra holds a complex for humans. She loves what she is, but also loves the idea of being...mortal. She marvels at their short years and numerous death rates. Saundra's mask of kindness shows immensely when dealing with humans. Instead of using seduction, as is the most common way of luring men or women away, she uses a bubbly charm to draw them away from a group. Twin wants may bubble within her but she only takes their blood... and their life.
No one really knows her. They only know the many fronts she uses. Hell, she doesn't even know who the real her is anymore.
Likes:
† Rain
† Pacing
† Humans
† Sharp objects
† Snow
Hates:
† Sun
† Werewolves
† Ignorance
† Rude-ness. From anyone or anything.
† Overly charming people.
† Cigarette smoke
† Arrogance
† The way a person acts while drunk
† The weak feeling of having not ate in a day or more
Talents:
† Charming
† Quick thinker
† Natural liar
† Being the center of attention
† A great acrobat
Habits:
† Pops her jaw when frustrated or bored.
† Fidgeting, pacing.
† Chewing the inner side of her cheeks
† Chewing on random things
† Fiddling with shiny, sharp objects
†Appearance:†
Skin Color: White/pale.
Hair Color: Silvery blonde
Eye Color: Pale blue
Build: Small, seemingly delicate frame.
Piercing/Scars/Tattoos: Ears and belly button pierced.
Choice of Clothing: Pants, t-shirt, flip-flops. Normally dark clothing.
Other:
†History:†
History: She never knew her mother's name; only that she should call her mother. Saundra hardly ever saw or interacted with her biological mother, as she was always left with nannies. Her father was a blur, the only memory left to her of him was his name. Both parents were vampires, yet both seemed to want to have nothing to do with her. She grew up listening to her nannies talk of the world and the inhabitants in it. She knew her parents didn't want her, but couldn't understand why. She still has no idea to this day of why they never wanted her. Saundra's nannies provided her with packets of fresh blood every day, three times a day but it wasn't enough. She never went outside, she never had any other interact besides those two nannies. It was too much for a social butterfly like Saundra to handle. In a mindless rage, she attacked both nannies one random day at the age of twenty. Both died of course, and she was left horrified of what she'd done. Running from the home in the cover of night, she learned. Learned through many errors on how to hunt effectively and how not to be unveiled to the humans of what she really was.
Mother/Father: Mother: Mother. Father: Davis.
Siblings: An unknown brother.
Offspring: Who knows? She certainly doesn't.
Other:
†RP example:†
The moon blazed in the sky, bathing her body and everything else in sight with light. Gazing around she couldn't help but think it was all so surreal. So... unreal. Every moment spent in this place they call the Menagerie was a moment that she expected to wake up from this dream. To hear the sound of heavy boots trekking down into the tiny basement, the cramped place called home. She was just waiting to hear the raucous laughing of drunken men and women, just frothing at the mouth to come see the 'freak.' The unnatural abomination that was her. Delamore had heard more degrading remarks about her lineage, to which they had no idea of what her lineage actually was, than she cared to admit. What happens behind closed doors... respectable business men and peace loving women turn into savage, raving beasts, intent on making a young girls life even more miserable than it already was. Constantly hounded, constantly poked and prodded. Stepped on, spat upon. The resentment, the hate of people coiled within the pit of her stomach, wanting to leap out and strangle the next soul who happened around. Innocence? What about her innocence? She had none. It was snatched so unfairly from her.
Delamore's delicate hands curled into tiny fists and in one fluid moment she was sitting up, her elbows on her knees and her head resting against her fists. She wanted so badly to be able to get to those so called 'respectable' people. She was a disgusting animal? She was more of a person than those that are socially acceptable. She rocked back and forth as slowly as she could manage, trying to get a grip on her mercurial moods. The tension in Dela's stomach eased, allowing her to expel the breath that she hadn't even known she held. It left her in a huge huff, leaving her lightheaded and dizzy. Thus; she didn't notice the silently creeping lion until he was mere feet from her. She could sense she wasn't alone and immediately her guard was up, her ears once again attuned to the unnatural, unreal silence surrounding her.
Her peripheral vision caught the spring and for a moment her image blurred as the shifter within her tried to change Delamore but at the last moment, she relaxed. It happened in the space of two seconds, the lion gone and the man in its place. A shock of green hair was the first thing she noticed until his size became apparent. He was so... tall. Of course, considering her size, it wasn't a big surprise. Most people were taller than her not to mention a world bigger. A brow rose as he spoke, her eyes appraised him coolly deciding whether to answer or just stay silent and ignore him. She couldn't really complain about his presence though could she? It was she who wished for company and already the lonely feeling was fading, only to be replaced by distrust. Who was he? A part of the Menagerie, that much was apparent, but who? A long pause ensued until at last she broke it. Completely ignoring his earlier question, her soft voice spoke a question of her own.
"Do you often make it a habit to sneak up on people?"
Still sitting up, she scooted over a bit so she could better see his facial expressions. It was like looking up to the top of a sky scraper; making her neck ache a bit. Frowning she scooted even farther away until at last she could see him without breaking her neck.
"I'm... Delamore."
ooc; I re-used a post from a different site; hope that's okay.
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