Post by Victoria Beaumont on Nov 9, 2010 13:24:36 GMT -7
Victoria Elizabeth Beaumont
"When life gives you lemons, you squeeze them. When life throws you a never-ending thirst, quench it."
The Facts
Character Name: Victoria Elizabeth Beaumont
Nicknames: V, Vicky, Vic, Tori
Age: Appears 17, Real age is 210
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Species: Vampire
**Note: Most vampires should appear 17 or older. If your vampire is a student, his/her real age may not exceed 95.
The Appearance
Hair&Eyes: Originally she had brown hair, but she's recently started putting blondish-white highlights in, and shes got red eyes
Height: 5'2"
Weight: Average weight, not too big or thin
Overall Appearance: Vic is a very typical girly-girl. She loves getting dressed up in all the modern pretty clothes. Although she misses all the old petticoats and massive skirts she used to wear, she loves wearing all the mini skirts and skimpy tops. She especially loves wearing her hair down, as well as hat can be considered as a mountain of jewelery.
The Person
Personality:
- Expressive, never keeps any emotions bottled up inside
- Playful and flirty
- Loves to have a laugh
- Very typically girly
- Loud and very in your face
History: Victoria was born in the 1800's, into a rather wealthy family in France. She was the only daughter to her parents, along with 2 elder brothers. And so, she was doted on by her father, who was quite a respected businessman. She had a rather decent education in France, and was supposed to marry the son of one of her fathers closest friends. Except when she was 17, he ran away with a girl from a poor family he fell in love with. She was distraught, and the fact the girl was from a poor family made it all worse. She locked herself in her room for a week, starved herself and one night broke out the house to walk the dark streets of Paris.
Thats when she met him. A man, by the Arc de Triomphe, all in black. She only saw him from a distance but his awkward appearance attracted her to him. When he noticed her in the street, with nothing but a nightgown, he motioned her to him, and as she drew closer she noticed nothing weird about him, not the fact he had blood splattered on his shirt. But he took her with him, wherever he went and kept her as a companion of sorts for a few months, only traveling at night and sleeping the day away. He bought her clothes, and they spent a few months in England, where she learnt to speak the language. Yet, one night, he bit her, and drank so much she nearly died. When she came too she was lieing in a strange room, a man standing over her, smiling. His first words were, "Welcome to the Academy..."
Likes:
- Having fun
- Dancing
- Dressing up
- Going out
- Listening to music
Dislikes:
- The sun
- Fights
- Cheesy blokes
- Looking terrible
- Being bored
Strengths:
- Sneaking about
- Eavesdropping
- Speaking French
- Avoiding the sun
Weaknesses:
- Clothes
- Cute boys
- A good party
- Easy jealous
Anything Else: She'll only drink artificial blood and she has nightmares a lot
RP Sample:
Running. One foot in front of the other, running down a cobbled street. Bare feet banging on each stone, some with sharp points, blood seeping through the little holes. The white nightgown swishing round her knees, as she slowed, eyes finally adjusted to the dark night. The arch raised on the slight hill in front of her, the sound of hooves and wheels far away but still close enough to hear. Brown hair, curled round her face, bobbed on her shoulders.
He was there. Leaning against the arch, silhouetted in the moonlight. His hair scraped back against his head, scaringly beautiful. His eyes, red in the darkness, stared out at her, and his arm raised, one finger crooked, signaling her to him. She didn't even realize she was moving, slowly, as if she was floating up towards him. She came to stop right in front of him, her brown eyes looking up into the mezmerizing red jewels. His head started moving towards hers, his mouth grazing her neck, teeth touching her skin.
Then she opened her eyes, jumped up out of her bed so fast she should have had headspin. It was only a dream, nothing more than a dream. She was in the dainty little room, so familiar to her now, and she stared at her bed with resentment for giving her the dream.
