Post by Heather Lenore Hinds on Jul 8, 2012 16:36:40 GMT -8
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Heather Lenore Hinds
Gender: Female
Age/DOB: 27 / October / 1984 Occupation:Bar tender at The Lantern
Race: Human
Appearance;
Heather is of average height, standing at five feet and six inches, with dark brown hair, and possessing gray eyes (although they can take on a blue tone if she’s wearing certain colors). She is fit, but solidly built. Many would call her slim, though this is not entirely accurate, as she is quite curvy. Anyway, Heather’s hair is long, reaching to the middle of her back, although she frequently wears it up and out of her face. She usually has a soft smile on her lips, unless she is concentrating really hard, in which case she might scowl a little without realizing she’s doing it.
Heather is very fashionable, keeping up with trends and current styles. She loves to design her own pieces to add to her store-bought outfits. She will always look immaculate, unless you catch her in her sweats. She has a favorite pair of black lounge pants that declare down one leg, “Bats are people, too.” Even when dressed casually, however, she doesn't look too bad. Well... usually. Okay, she doesn't scare small children.
Heather wears contact lenses most of the time, though she’s been known to throw on her grandfather’s glasses to read. They’re probably the wrong prescription, but they do the trick, so she doesn’t complain.
Heather’s skin is a delicate beige, not quite pale, but definitely not dark. Her lips are full and bowed. She doesn’t always wear makeup, but when she does, it’s intense and expertly applied.
Personality;
Heather is spunky, playful, bright, and terminally sarcastic. She is at her happiest when she can lovingly devil someone. Constant and devoted, she will willingly go out of her way to make someone feel accepted and welcome, although she’s not afraid to show you the door if you abuse her hospitality. Don’t take advantage of her kind spirit, or you will see a side of Heather that you probably will not enjoy.
If someone irritates Heather, she can become a little… shrewish. She’s not afraid to tell you what she’s thinking, even if what she’s thinking is, “I have one nerve left, and you’re tap dancing on it.”
Heather loves to go out of her way to do little, sweet things for her friends and family, like leaving a little sticky note that wishes you a good morning, or leaving a muffin on your bedside table for breakfast.
Heather has a spirit for animals, especially horses, since she grew up training and riding them. She will gleefully take in a stray anything and give it a home until a better, more permanent one can be found for it. She was the kid who made toothpick splints for the broken-legged grasshopper in grade school.
Heather was not always so personable. She went through a period of bitterness after her parents’ divorce, at which time she moved to a new town and worked as a waitress, which made her irritable and resentful of her siblings, who had taken sides with each parent and remained nestled semi-happily in the lap of luxury. The Hinds family, after all, is very wealthy on all sides.
Heather still has her days when she won’t spend a penny, because during her waiting-tables days, she was scrambling to make ends meet, and that never really leaves you. She is, however, a cheerfully giver and is happy to donate occasionally to this organization or that charity.
Heather is bright, both in the areas of common sense and intelligence. She was not always the best student, because she had to be out of class frequently for horseracing and other events, but she’s sharp as a whip and knows how to apply what she knows.
Her love of reading and learning has come quite in handy as she assumes an increasingly larger role in the Chevalerie.
History;
Heather Lenore Hinds was born in rural Virginia in the fall of 1984 to David and Dianne Hinds. She was the second of three children, both of the others, boys. Heather’s older brother, Jake, and her younger brother, Alex, were her closest friends growing up. Jake trained horses, and Heather rode them into competition. Alex preferred video games, and never got into the racing scene. He faithfully attended every event, however, though he never admitted to how much he really enjoyed going. Heather was an expert Steeplechaser, winning her first race at age eleven. She was a national champion by age fifteen.
Heather and her brothers attended expensive private schools from the time they were three until they graduated high school. Heather enjoyed learning, but never quite learned in the same manner as her brothers or the other students in her class, preferring to teach herself things at her own pace and in her own manner. Heather loved to read and would sit, entertained for hours, with anything from a novel to a knitting magazine to the New Yorker. She had a penchant for collecting odd nuggets of knowledge and tucking them away in her brain-closets for later use, a skill which would come much in handy when she became involved with the Chevalerie.
When Heather was 17, just before Christmas of her senior year in high school, David and Dianne divorced, citing irreconcilable differences. Jake followed David to his new life in upstate New York, and Alex went with Dianne back to her family estate in the California wine country. Heather, feeling torn between whom to follow and not wanting to hurt any feelings, opted to stay in Virginia with a friend until she graduated the following May before emptying her trust fund and heading to college at Wellesley College in Wellesley, Massachusetts, 12 miles west of Boston.
Wellesley, which is a women’s only college, became Heather’s new home, and she received two degrees, one degree in Religious History and the other in Psychology. She even studied abroad in Israel for two non-consecutive semesters.
Because Wellesley was quite expensive, Heather took on two jobs, waiting tables as a cocktail waitress at night and working on the cleaning staff at a hotel in the mornings before class. Working two thankless jobs for minimal wages taught Heather a deep sense of frugality, and she saved every penny she could after paying for her own tuition, books, room and board, and other necessities. There were days she ate granola for every meal, but she tried not to complain where anyone could hear her. That didn’t mean she didn’t write hateful things down in her notebooks from time to time. Minimum wage and minimal sleep will do that to a person.
Upon graduation from Wellesley, which took place five and a half years after her arrival there, Heather moved to Saint Calais to accept a job as an office assistant at a psychologist’s clinic. The hours were doable and the pay was more than she’d earned at both jobs combined in college, although it was not really what she wanted to be doing. After a year at the clinic, Heather realized she was just as miserable there as she had been waiting tables, so she left her job and started hunting desperately for a new one in Saint Calais. Although not particularly connected to the place emotionally, it was a town she could afford to live in on her meager savings, and she eventually took a job as an event coordinator at a local church, though she had to move into an apartment rather than remain in her smallish house. She didn’t mind- she got a cat, named him Boy Cat, and settled right
in.
Heather, unfortunately, developed a bit of a drinking habit, spending most of her evenings at a local pub. To be fair, they had great seafood nachos, but Heather pretty much only went for the drink specials. Eventually she started working there so she could at least make money while she drank.
What Heather didn’t know when she accepted the job at the pub, called The Lantern, was that it was run by Vampires, who expected her to allow them to partake of her particular fruits whenever the desire arose. As a general rule, the Vampires were non-violent, and for the most part they kept things strictly need-based. However, occasionally those “needs” became more sexual in nature, and Heather found that she was stuck. She needed the money, which was good enough, but more and more she realized she needed the high that came with being bitten. She had fallen down the rabbit hole.
It was at this pub that Heather made the acquaintance of Lucien Villette, who caught her interest when she noticed him sketching her while she cleaned up behind the bar. The two struck up a (moderately slurred) conversation, and actually hit it off well enough that Lucien became one of her regular customers at the bar. And since we’re starting at that point, give or take a week, I’mma kill the history here.
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OOC;
Name: Clrrrr
Other Characters: Heather is replacing Carolina Vaught, and I also play Valentina.
Preferred method of contact: PM or messenger
How did you find us?: Don’t even remember.
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