Post by Margaret Fox on May 28, 2011 10:00:50 GMT -5
Amanda
[/color][/font][/center]“It is utterly false and cruelly arbitrary to put all the play and learning into childhood, all the work into middle age, and all the regrets into old age.”
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it's all about me.
LIKES. Spending time alone, sitting in tree's, and finding patterns in ceiling resins.
DISLIKES. Disrespect, History, and anti-vampire people.
STRENGTHS. Is pretty good at filtering her words, and opinions with out offending anybody.
WEAKNESSES. Is very used to getting what she wants, mostly drinking blood when ever she so desired.
HABITS/QUIRKS. Though she's a vampire, she still sleeps, as she was turned at such a young age, the parents that she found for her self put her on a schedule, so she sleeps often.
FEARS. The thought of disappointing someone puts the fear of god in her, she doesn't have to be perfect, but she can't stand the disappointed look.
SECRETS. She's drunken animal blood before, and is the youngest of Vlad's children.
FULL PERSONALITY. She's a bit well, innocent to say the least. She doesn't like to stir up trouble, and is more so of a pacifist. She likes others to be nice to her, and she dose the same. She's a bit average is all, she was born a normal little girl, and she is now... 382 years later.[/color][/font]
once upon a time...
PARENTS. Vlad/Alucard.
SIBLINGS. None
BIRTHPLACE. Romania.
SIGNIFICANT OTHERS. None
CHILDREN. None
PETS. None
FULL HISTORY. 1682 was when I turned 10. We lived in Vlad's kingdom, though; we feared everyday would be out last every waking moment. My Father's name was Alexander Riley, and my Mother’s name was Ann Riley. Due to Vlad's sadistic ways, my Father was impaled, along with my Mother. He made me watch them suffer together, they died slowly, and he threw them away like garbage, into a hole. I sobbed at his feet, crying out why he would do such a thing to my Mother and Father. He just smirked, and left me there. I was escorted to a cell, along with other children that had been orphaned. There was an odd character in there though, called himself Slade Sox. An odd name, I know, but I accepted this at the time. There where around 12 to a cell, though children were treated a bit nicer than Turkish prisoners. The fed us stale bread, and, spoiled milk. To this day, the mere sight of those products makes me want to gag. Slade never ate his meals, which he normally gave to the others, who were of course, very thankful for the nourishment. Many of the others died from food poisoning, within a few weeks their corps where dragged away, and joined their parents in the forest of rotting men. After the weak had been weeded out, Slade told us of a way to avoid Vlad, how to outlive him, and not be poisoned in the next meal that was surely coming. At the time, I, and many others hadn't a clue how he knew this. Then, he bent the metal bars that kept us caged, and he released us all, but our freedom came at a price.
Anything was worth our freedom, we just wanted out. He took a small girl by the head, lifting her up, and bit hard into her neck. She screamed, and we just stood in horror. One by one, he took us into his arms, and drained us. He killed the first 12 that he took into his mouth, the rest he turned. There were 5 left that had survived. There were 3 boys and two girls me, of course being one of the girls. The other girl that was with me was named Sherry Bolster. She had red hair that was a pixie cut, but it was left to be a little longer since it has a lot of curl to it. She was 14, the oldest of us all, and so Slade took her as his bride, to in force the thought of us being a family. Slade made us refer to him as Father, and Sherry as our Mother. The 3 boy’s names where Ban, Harry, and Cyrus. Ban was 12 with shallow cheeks, and brown hair that hid his eyes, and he wasn’t much for conversation, he didn’t enjoy our company much, and he tried to avoid it at all costs. As soon as we escaped, we retreated out of the kingdom and made our way to too Bulgaria where we lived in Ruse in a small little cottage. Harry was a bit younger than the rest of us, he was 6. His hair was rather short, but he did have rather cute eyes, and they came in use when he was pouting.
Cyrus was 9 with blonde hair that looked practically white. His face was long with slim lips. He was a lanky boy, long limbs that he would never grow into. I looked rather common, brown hair with a baby face. I was a bit short, but, it made me a bit cuter I suppose. Slade was a bit harsh on us; one defragment of his rules was met with server punishment. He once made Ban drink blessed wine; a whole glass that is. Ban had cursed at him, and to say the least, Slade hadn’t found it rather appealing for his undead son to do such a thing. Ban lost his voice for a few weeks, and was bed ridden for a month more than that. Harry never got in much trouble, he got a few beatings, though, I call them that because it takes a lot to hurt a vampire, Slade had to technically beat him to get enough pain to reinforce the good and that bad. Cyrus once had silver placed on his back for trying to run away. Slade had held him down while he screamed, and cried bloody tears. I remember I only got lectured, since, being a girl I couldn’t really misbehave, and when I did, it was very minor.
My worst offense probably was breaking a few dishes. Slade often enjoyed me a bit more than he did the boys; as he liked to get me up out of bed to give me a good cuddle in front of the fire with Sherry. And yes, I know we didn’t sleep but Slade had the boys at least just go in their rooms and play quietly for the night. We where a happy little family of 6, and for the most part, we enjoyed it. One night there was a horrible raid at our home, men with silver pointed steaks and pitch forks Sherry and Slade told us to run, to get away and never look back. If they survive they would find us. We ran in the forest, but Harry had to hitch a ride on Cyrus’s back, as the little tyke got tired out a bit faster than the rest of us. Ban soon took me on his back as well, as he thought of himself as my big brother, and he swore to be my eternal protector. Sade and Sherry never did come for us, but, we had no time to mourn the loss of our undead Mother and Father. Ban was a very good big brother, and he soon took the role of our Father.
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Soon, I was the only one left. Ban had died by burning at the steak, Cyrus and Harry when stabbed through the heart with a silver pointed steak like our undead Mother and Father. After that, in the year 2005 I came to the United States. I was put into the Foster care system since I had a goal. My goal was to be normal, an undead 10 year old. I had acting like a common 10 year old down to the perfect sounding squeal, and babyish giggle. The family that adopted me in the year 2009 just thought I was a slow grower, they never knew I was a vampire. Up until 2011 they had no clue, but then the doctors took my blood sample, and they took my DNA, and well….. To say the least, my adoptive parents where horrified, and they uprooted and sent me hear… To the Havens. Hera at the Havens, I met a family, Holly, Emily, Margaret, and Gwen. One of my roommates, other than Holly, was a girl named Helena, she used to be a vampire too, she some how was switched back.Than, I pieced together a history, and memories I didn't even know I had. I met my blood uncle, Radu, who told me my Father, now known as Alucard, was still alive. Than, it burned down, and now, now I'm hear at Castle.
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making it all happen.
Blackie
YOUR AGE. 13
YEARS OF EXPERIENCE. I dunno anymore. x3
CONTACT INFO. pm is okay.
MEMBER TITLE. Member
ANYTHING ELSE. Nope
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE. Amanda skipped around the paths around the Havens humming. She began to slow down as her nose caught onto something. She sniffed the air, and her mouth watered. Blood, sweet blood. Amanda felt th energy build up. She made a growling sound in her mouth as she stalked her new prey, her foot steps silent.
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