Post by valleri2 on Jun 28, 2011 11:05:54 GMT -5
[/color][/font]I'VE BEEN RE-HYMENATED!
AND THAT, DUDE, WILL NOT ABIDE[/color]
UHM, NO THANKS?
NAME LUCIE MARIE WASHBURN
AGE twenty-four
DOB October 12th, 1987
SPECIES human
SEXUAL ORIENTATION heterosexual
ALLEGIANCE good (for the most part)
OCCUPATION hunter
HOW DO YOU SLEEP AT NIGHT?[/color][/font]
ON SILK SHEETS, ROLLING NAKED IN MONEY[/color]
HAIR light brown, naturally wavy (though she sometimes straightens it)
EYES big and light brown
PERSONAL STYLE she generally likes to look good, despite her “occupation”. there’s nothing wrong with being a fashionable hunter, right?
PLAY BY ashley greene
WE SHOULD HAVE ANGRY SEX[/color][/font]
DON'T OBJECTIFY ME. LET'S GO[/color]
LIKES god, other hunters, music, weapons (DURR), books (sometimes), peaches, alcohol, going to the movies, and of course, men
DISLIKES demons (well, most of them, anyway), the devil (another durr), snobs, spiders, newspapers, rain (messes up her hair), and idiots
STRENGTHS
fights – she’s not afraid to hold back during a fight, and she’s rather good at maneuvering herself during them. all in all, watch out, because she is easily underestimated.
her looks - don’t laugh, because this is a serious advantage for her. she doesn’t look all that intimidating, does she? no, she doesn’t, due to how innocent and ‘normal’ she looks.
WEAKNESSES
trust – she doesn’t have very good judgment, when it comes to trust. often she ends up trusting the wrong person, and getting hurt by the end.
awkwardness – when it comes to hunting, she’s not afraid to speak her mind, but when it comes to ‘actual’ people, she can be quite shy and awkward.
SPECIAL SKILLS can hold her own during a fight, and is also good at using weapons of any sort.
10 WORDS TO DESCRIBE YOU awkward, headstrong, loner, fashionable, organized, literate, gullible, prideful, analytical, pretty
WHO'S THE HOTTER PSYCHIC?[/color][/font]
PATRICIA ARQUETTE, JENNIFER LOVE HEWITT, OR YOU?[/color]
HOMETOWN pittsburg, pennsylvania
PARENTS
daniel william (d.w.) washburn – hunter – deceased
loretta jean washburn – stay at home mom - alive
SIBLINGS none
SIGNIFICANT OTHER none yet
OFFSPRING pff no
HISTORY
LUCIE was born on October 12th, 187 to D.W. and Loretta Washburn. She had a normal childhood, due to the fact that she had never known about her father’s ‘extra curricular activities’ until she was seventeen. Lucie excelled in school from the start, showing promise for her future, to the delight of her parents. Neither of them wanted her to take up her father’s trade, because he wanted her to have a normal life. All throughout elementary school and middle school she had friends, got exceptional grades, and had a generally good life, along with her parents. There were those days and weeks that went by when there was no sign of her father, but her mother always covered for him, stating he was on a routine ‘business trip’.
THAT is, until she reached high school. Lucie began to get a little more rebellious, and noseier when it came to her family’s affairs. She wasn’t content with the ‘business trip’ excuse anymore, because he had begun to ‘disappear’ for months at a time. It was frustrating for her, because he never made any contact when he was on these ‘trips’, and there was only so much she could stand of her mother at that time (going through the rebellious teenager phase an all). Once her father had returned from his longer trip yet, she began to sneak around, and discovered a secret room in the garage, that was covered in information on supernatural creatures. She confronted him about it, and he confessed everything.
SHE wasn’t interested in it at first; she was quite annoyed, actually. Being lied to for her whole life wasn’t exactly something she was happy about. Lucie selfishly hung it over her fathers head, in an attempt to use leverage to get the things she wanted. After she had known for about two months, her father went on another hunting trip, and failed to return. Her mother was grief stricken, and Lucie didn’t know what to think. They both presumed him to be dead, and his death was what caused Lucie to look into the art of hunting, and has been hunting ever since. She isn’t exactly doing it for revenge, so much to preserve her fathers honor. Plus, she has gorwn a liking to it.
ARE YOU HUMMING METALLICA?[/color][/font]
IT CALMS ME DOWN[/color]
YOUR NAME/ALIAS VALLERI
RP EXPERIENCE 2-3 YEARS
OTHER CHARACTERS NONE YET!
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
Nez rubbed his eyes as he fingered the cup of coffee that was in front of him. He hadn’t gotten a lot of sleep the night before; he didn’t particularly like hotels. But that wasn’t the only reason why. He was annoyed at Don Kirshner, for maybe the zillionth time this week. Kirshner didn’t care about the band; he didn’t care about their inputs, all he cared about was that he was making money. More than Mike was, and more than the people who actually worked on the show were. It was disgusting, and he didn’t know if he could deal with it anymore.
They should have a say in what songs they wanted or didn’t want to do. They were the actual band, even though they had only contributed their vocals up until now. He buried his head in his hand, annoyed at his own thoughts. Mike wanted to be in an actual band, not a ‘fake’ one. He was musician before he was caste as a Monkee, and there was no way he was going to let a money-hungry asshole deprive him of his own musical creativity. It was all very frustrating for him, which was probably why the idea of visiting London appealed to him so much. That, and it would give him a chance to finally meet John Lennon.
It was almost natural for him, though, to gravitate towards John Lennon; they were similar in a lot of ways. For example, they both had gotten married at a young age, and both of them had sons. He had spoken to him on the phone a few days earlier, and decided to meet at a little café in the heart of London. Mike was both excited and nervous. After all, it was John Lennon. He was in one of the most famous, revolutionary bands of all time. It wouldn’t be the first Beatle he had met though; he had a run in with Paul McCartney himself, a few weeks earlier, but it didn’t mean as much to him as this.
Mike was a lot more dressed up than he normally was. He was dressed in a dark blue suit and a silver tie, unlike his normal jeans and button down shirt outfit. The thing that stood out the most though, was how he wasn’t wearing his green hat, which he had taken up wearing most of the time ever since he became a Monkee. His hair was neatly combed in its normal style, his bangs pushed to the side, though there was no support from the hat that normally made them stay in place. Nez didn’t know if he’d be overdressed, but being overdressed was better than being underdressed, or so he thought.
He drank the rest of his coffee before it began to get too cold, and stared out the window towards the grey streets of London. Nez did miss the blue sunny skies of Los Angeles. He scratched his head, trying to make himself to focus on what was important at the moment, and that was calming down, so he wasn’t all worked up when Lennon finally arrived. Mike squirmed around in the soft, bouncy chair, still gazing out the window.
They should have a say in what songs they wanted or didn’t want to do. They were the actual band, even though they had only contributed their vocals up until now. He buried his head in his hand, annoyed at his own thoughts. Mike wanted to be in an actual band, not a ‘fake’ one. He was musician before he was caste as a Monkee, and there was no way he was going to let a money-hungry asshole deprive him of his own musical creativity. It was all very frustrating for him, which was probably why the idea of visiting London appealed to him so much. That, and it would give him a chance to finally meet John Lennon.
It was almost natural for him, though, to gravitate towards John Lennon; they were similar in a lot of ways. For example, they both had gotten married at a young age, and both of them had sons. He had spoken to him on the phone a few days earlier, and decided to meet at a little café in the heart of London. Mike was both excited and nervous. After all, it was John Lennon. He was in one of the most famous, revolutionary bands of all time. It wouldn’t be the first Beatle he had met though; he had a run in with Paul McCartney himself, a few weeks earlier, but it didn’t mean as much to him as this.
Mike was a lot more dressed up than he normally was. He was dressed in a dark blue suit and a silver tie, unlike his normal jeans and button down shirt outfit. The thing that stood out the most though, was how he wasn’t wearing his green hat, which he had taken up wearing most of the time ever since he became a Monkee. His hair was neatly combed in its normal style, his bangs pushed to the side, though there was no support from the hat that normally made them stay in place. Nez didn’t know if he’d be overdressed, but being overdressed was better than being underdressed, or so he thought.
He drank the rest of his coffee before it began to get too cold, and stared out the window towards the grey streets of London. Nez did miss the blue sunny skies of Los Angeles. He scratched his head, trying to make himself to focus on what was important at the moment, and that was calming down, so he wasn’t all worked up when Lennon finally arrived. Mike squirmed around in the soft, bouncy chair, still gazing out the window.
IS IT BECAUSE OF MY PERKY NIPPLES?
[/color][/font]GIVE CREDIT WHERE CREDIT'S DUE, KAY? THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE
BY CATE (AKA GIRL TALKK OF CAUTION AND RC&R. SO DON'T
STEAL IT FROM HER, OKAY? TEMPLATE WAS MADE SPECIFICALLY FOR
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