Post by katia324 on Jan 11, 2011 23:04:46 GMT -8
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[/center]It’s my life, that I want to have a little pride in, it’s my life, and it’s not a place I have to hide in.
Personal ★ Information,
★ AGE: 23
★ GENDER: Female.
★ SEXUAL PREFERENCE: Heterosexual.
★ HEIGHT: 5”4
★ WEIGHT: 130 Pounds.
★ JOB: Jack of all trades.
★ RACE: Half-vampire
★ FACTION: The Sisters of the Blood.
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Your ★ Beauty,
Appearance,
She dresses primarily for comfort, and because of her chosen passtimes always looks a bit grubby, though rarely to a terrible degree. Jeans are the theme, and comfortable sweaters, or button-ups over T-shirts. A pair of work boots completes the image. No one can say she is a beauty queen, but she doesn’t really care. She looks the way she likes it, and it’s no one else’s business but her own. Her nails are perpetually chewed down, with dirt and clay below them. Working in various gardening scenarios means that her hands are tough, though she is unable to get the sort of tan that should come from working outside; she just freckles and burns instead. [/ul]
LIKES +
★ Hot beverages of most any kind.
★ Gardening.
★ Pottery.
★ Singing. Whether she’s got perfect pitch is another matter (though she won’t make cats howl or anything).
★ “Creative clutter.”
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DISLIKES -
★ Bugs (they eat her plants).
★ Pop.
★ Prissy people.
★ Stuffy decorating.
★ Confinement of any kind.
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POSITIVE TRAITS +
★ Enthusiastic.
★ Exceedingly loving.
★ A good gardener.
★ Devoted.
★ Bubbly.
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NEGATIVE TRAITS -
★ Intrusive (never on purpose).
★ Opinionated.
★ Loud.
★ Distractable and scatterbrained.
★ Incapable of keeping a clean house.
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OVERALL PERSONALITY
Everything she does, she does intensely. Her gestures are emphatic, she talks a lot, and she is fiercely devoted to those in her life. She will bend over backwards for friends, and is willing to do nearly anything for them, whether they ask for it or not. This is an admirable trait when those who want her help can’t or won’t ask for it, but for those who would prefer that the perky woman would just mind her own business, it’s incredibly annoying. But her intentions are always good, even if people are reminding her constantly of which road they could be paving.
She does have a generally sweet disposition though, and is incredibly loving to everything around her. She loves her plants, and she loves people, and her cheer and enthusiasm are contagious. She wants everyone to enjoy life as much as she does, and will do her best to make that possible.
It is very difficult to get her upset, but pity the fool who manages it. Her temper is as expressive as the rest of her personality, and it is a force to be respected. She’ll happily break someone’s nose if they make her angry enough, and her tongue is just as vicious when properly unleashed. She has a fairly thick skin though, so this side of her isn’t seen very often; normally she is very content and laid back.
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Background ★ Info,
History,
She was sent to boarding schools, all girls of course, and expected to perform well, and not make a fuss. She tried, she really did. Because she believed, coming from parents such as hers, that her inability to do anything right meant she was flawed, damaged, and she wanted to make them proud. They had never allowed her to do any extra activities where she could have made friends, and when she did meet people, she was in turns too reserved or too loud to keep them as friends, and thus her parents were the ones she longed to please.
But things change, and this one did, in a big way. At the age of sixteen, while leaving a friend’s home, she was approached by a young-looking man, with curly brown hair and bright green eyes. And he knew her name. And it took very little after that. The man, Matthew Alexander, took Madison to a late night cafe, and told her a story she could hardly believe, full of characters she thought only existed in stories. But he had pictures, baby photos, the ones her mother always claimed “were in a box somewhere, and I’ll find them later.” And he knew things, about her mother, and about her first few months that no one could know, and he claimed to be her father. She refused to believe him, and angrily stormed out of the cafe. But he told her to ask her mother if she wanted to know the truth.
Shaken and curious, she did just that, that very night, waking her mother from sleep and bombarding her with questions, heart hammering. Her mother denied it, called her crazy, but Madison could hear the fear in her mother’s voice, and it betrayed the lie. Later she tried to demand a DNA test, but both parents refused, and that was enough proof for her. And something inside of her snapped, and it wasn’t more than a week later that she packed her things and fled from home. Matthew was waiting for her at that same cafe, told her he’d waited there all week, knowing she’d come. And he explained things to her, and told her the details of what he was. And that part should have been hard to believe, a father who drank blood, a father who killed, because he had to, he said. But she’d just had her whole life turned upside-down, and the supernatural came into it much easier than the idea of a new father did.
And then Nathan and Irene’s girl became Matthew Alexander’s girl, and she changed so much. She left town with her father, writing her mother a letter, full of anger and spite, and then she vanished. Matthew took her with him, and the sweet awkward girl turned into something else. She did not need blood as her father did, but she craved it, a craving that had always manifested itself before in a deep love of undercooked meat. But Matthew showed his daughter how to indulge properly, giving her blood, and whatever else she wanted. There were drugs, and men, and her temper grew to incredible proportions under Matthew’s guidance. Years of compression at home ended in a violent explosion, and she was out of control, wild and angry, and thirsting for the freedom so long denied to her.
But things changed again the day she first saw Matthew kill someone. He had been careful not to let his daughter witness that business, not knowing how her cleanly raised spirit would react to something that violent. And he was right to worry. She knew she shouldn’t have followed, she knew they had just fed, and that his business was private. But she went anyway, of course she did, and witnessed him tearing at the throat of a young boy, killing him, though she knew for a fact it wasn’t necessary. She’d watched her father satisfy himself only an hour before...
And at that point, a line was crossed, one she hadn’t expected, one she couldn’t cope with. She confronted him, more furious than she had ever been before, because some part of her had remained delusional, had thought deep down they were still good people. So she fought, and she won, for the most part. It was surprise that kept Matthew from killing her in the struggle, and before he had time to recover his wits from his daughter’s wild-cat attack, she fled, leaving behind all of her things in their makeshift home, and disappeared yet again.
She worked hard after that, wanting to atone for what she had unwillingly been part of. It was hard at first, and for several years she fluxuated between rage and crippling depression. But she met people, others like her, fullbloods and halfbreeds alike, who didn’t want to kill, didn’t want to be monsters. One particular friend, who worked at a shelter where Madison stayed for several months on and off, guessing what she was, told her about the sisters of the blood, and took Madison under her wing, working on the girl until the angry frightened teenager smoothed out into something different, something better. Alana brought out Madison’s truer kind nature, and helped to ease the rage from her. She urged the girl to take up hobbies, and shared her joy with her. And so many years after leaving home, Madison was at last content.
Once Alana had forced her through some more schooling (she never did get a taste for the stuff,) she offered to help Madison find a place of her own. The two found a little place in Saint Calais, where Alana knew several people who were also part of the sisterhood, and got her settled there, in a nice place, where Alana could come and visit when her work permitted. So now Madison lives, she finds work where she can, and she enjoys living the way she wants to, no one’s pet, no one’s puppet, merely herself, with plants for roommates, and a happy disregard for tidiness. She lives with the darker side of her personality well enough, and has learned through the sisterhood that it isn’t something to be feared, but merely something to live with, just like any other personality trait. And she has never allowed it to change her; she’s perfectly happy living on her own terms, and so that’s what she intends to do.
★Circumstances of Transformation/Discovery: See history.
★Circumstances of Faction Initiation: In history.
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The ★ Puppeteer,
★ WHAT SHOULD WE CALL YOU? Katia
★ HOW TO CONTACT YOU? PM, Messengers, Email.
★ HOW DID YOU FIND US? Kai.
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FACE CLAIM
[color=e10e3f]★[/color] [b][/b], [s] Madison Christine Edwards[/s]
The ★ Copyright,
Rosen Nocturne Kai & Kiare.♥
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