Post by Dahlia Vladic on May 13, 2013 17:09:16 GMT -5
..x.. the basics
Name: Dahlia Emmeline Vladic
Age: 19
Race: Vampire
Birthday: September 6th
Gender: Female
Eye Color: Green
Hair: Dark Brown (bordering black)
getting to know you ..x..[/color]
General Appearance: Dahlia (FC: Phoebe Tonkin), has dark brown hair that flows up to her shoulder-blades. Her piercing green eyes are beautiful, but she rarely allows that beauty to be deceiving. She’s tall, but not lanky. Her arms—though small and delicate—carry a strength that exceeds that of any other female (this being without the extra vampire strength). She usually wears clothes that compliment her curvy form; usually dark pants and tank tops, but her attire changes depending on where she’s going and especially what the purpose is.
Talents:
Hunting
Getting what she wants
Interests:
Rebelling in any and every way imaginable.
The daylighter.
Personality: Quite honest and straightforward, Dahlia never wastes her time pretending to be someone she’s not. This particular nineteen year-old doesn’t find the beauty in the life she lives; at least not like other girls her age do. It’s hard to believe that, at one point in time, she was a happy-go-lucky teenager, with hardly a care in the world. After she was turned into a vampire—about three years ago—she hasn’t been the same. After all, the idea of being a dazzling vampire who lives off of animal blood had only sounded good in the novels. But the real thing was nothing like she’d expected, and truth be told, she isn’t so sure she likes it now. Though she would never admit it to anyone but herself, she sometimes feels alone, even with all the other vampires around.
Weaknesses:
Blood
Sunlight
Children
Strengths:
Blood
Nightlife
Her hunting skills—she knows how to use her weapons
Physical strength
..x.. your past[/color]
History: The average American life had never been more average than in Dahlia’s household. Growing up, she barely missed a school day, had plenty of friends, and never felt like she was missing much. Her twin brother, Dean, was on the lacrosse team, and she was a cheerleader; the typical story of any American lifestyle, really. But things changed on her sixteenth birthday, when Dahlia was out celebrating sixteen years of not dying with a group of her friends. She’d run into a guy whom she had thought was cute and dazzling, and she’d agreed to step away from the crowd with him for only a minute. Only that minute had dragged on for three years.
Eventually, her family stopped looking for her, and there was a small part of her that was thankful for that, but she couldn’t deny that she missed them. Being turned into a vampire on the night of her sixteenth birthday wasn’t something anyone would want—not if they were in their right mind at least. Dahlia doesn’t remember much of what happened that night, or how exactly she became what she is today, but she does remember the face of the man who turned her very clearly. And the face of the man she saw when she first woke up, throat scratchy and vision blurred.
Three years later, and it still isn’t nearly as east as Dahlia would have liked it to be. Her family was slowly beginning to move on, her friends finding replacement partners and so on. Dahlia was the only one who was stuck in this endless time-loop of nothingness, one which she loathed. So instead of doting on it, she’s shifted her attention to the positive things—no matter how little there might be. Like finding ways in which to rebel, cause fights, do anything just to feel something.
Family:
Mother; Charlotte; deceased.
Father; Henry; alive.
Brother; Dean; alive.
RP Sample:
The familiar pounding of Hunter’s heart echoed through his hollow ribcage, the sound vibrating through his iced veins—the veins that pumped that poisonous liquid through his body. Like most days, the sound made him wonder just how much of that fist-sized muscle was completely dead and how much he’d managed to hold on to. Ever since he could remember, there had been no emotional attachments in his life. Not to his mother. Not to the father he never knew. Not to the homes they lived in, or the crappy motel rooms that they’d seen enough of to make him feel indifferent about.
His emotion box—or as other people liked to call it; his heart—was hollow, with only one thing hanging in the middle of it. A face. A beautifully crafted face with chocolate brown eyes staring back at his own emerald ones. The lips—oh God, the lips—were so plump and full, it made that muscle ache, just thinking about what they could do to him. Her hair was a shade lighter than her eyes, the auburn locks falling over her shoulders in waves, held over her head like a halo of faux innocence. Perhaps, that was what had drawn him towards her. But just as the fact had snuck into his vision, it was now transforming into something else.
Beaten and bloody, the chocolate brown eyes filled with terror, her plump lips downturned, parted in a silent cry of pain. The image contorted in his mind; twisting his insides into a knot of self-loathing and—the dreaded emotion—fear. Shooting up in the king-sized bed, Hunter’s eyes flew open, iris’ expanding. The only light was the one that crept around the blinds on his window, barely illuminating the beads of sweat that glistened on his face and bare torso. The sheets tangled around him, hugging him from his waist-down. The images were still fresh in his mind, and even as he tried to push them away, he could only see one thing everywhere he looked.
His own bloody hand.
almost finished now ..x..
[/color]Characters Quote: “If someone hates you for no reason, give the fucker a reason.”
Anything else?: There’s no need to clarify my fingersnap.
Custom Title: The Rebel.
User Name: alice[/center]
