Post by amberide on Aug 27, 2008 18:39:19 GMT -5
Elsie River Rennovin;;
is now entering it's all in yer mind
is now entering it's all in yer mind
About You;;
behind the RPer
behind the RPer
Name: Hailey Pomykala
Age: Um, 13
Years of Rping: 1 and a half
Contact: hailey_pomykala@yahoo.com [My e-mail] IM; Hailey Pomykala, (or) hailey_pomykala@yahoo.com.
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[/u] Well, for one thing, who enjoys the company of a bossy two-timing mother, and a suicidal murderous lousy lump of a father?
Alias: El
Name: Elsie River Rennovin
Gender: Femme
Orientation: Straight, (But she might possibly be bisexual in the future =0! lol)
Real Age: Elsie is exactly 102 years old, a pretty young vamp.
Physical Age: 18
Species: Vampire
Sire: She was born that way.
Religious Affiliation: None
Wealth: Like... maybe about..... 4,000 a month...
Job: A mercenary I s'pose you could say. She basically kills poeple as a job for some wealthy evil people.Dear Diary;;
Specialties:
1. Luring guys in with her beauty
2. Being Mysterious, and way too clever for her own good.
3. Sword Fighting
Summary:
Elsie's pretty dangerous. She's absolutely gorgeous and has her way with almost any man, knowing what to say, when to say it, and flirty tricks to lure them in.
Usually she's doing it for her job, luring a man in and then killing them only to recieve a thousand dollars from a wealthy employer.
Also, thoughs she does find worthy enough to bask in her presence will therefore be caught up in her so far that she'll probably end up braking there hearts as she mysteriously disappears.
If you catch her presence once more chances are she must really like you, or you're a really good hunter.
She is not a trained professional mercenary or anything.
Just a really tough chicka that grew up in a family of murder-esses and she is ready to do whatever she has to do to uphold the murderous being she was once raised to be.
She taught herself to sword fight, and is a pretty good one at that. She can kick a sword from your hand or swipe a piece of grass up from the ground with a blade.
Though she may seem like a totally heartless forgotten vamp seeking attention, she'd much rather be alone, and she believes that if she has no one around to hurt her, then she'll never risk running with scissors.
She's extremely clever and is always very good at sneaking in and out of things, getting away from anything dangerous her main priority. Her Lieing also helps her snake in and out of deathley plots, and being a mercenary that is something she must obtain, or she'd have to be on the look out for a constant assasination attempt.
Though she's beautiful and extremely dangerous she has a way with words that seems to snap you across the face like a bad "I told you so".
Although her words may hurt be thankful she didn't physically damage you, or else you might possibly regret the way you once thought about her.
She's definatly one to look out for.
She's a great guitarist and artist and when she was 13 she used to go cart, so she's pretty good at go car racing too.
She specializes in many different varieties of things, either physical, or emotional, or even musical, and now, being a vampire, it's been hard on her, but she's ready to work at night to fufill her needs. such as soccer or drawing in the dark.
Weakness:
1. Hating, and trusting everyone, and nothing.
2. Being Anti-Social
3. Lieing.
Summary:
She is pretty anti social, ignoring anyone unless they're truly annoying her, then her almighty short temper gets in the way and chances are they won't be much left of you when she's done.
She's always pretty snappish and mean but she can be extremely charming and hott if she wants to... but, she doesn't, so tough luck.
She automatically hates everyone and everything, having no friends and starting too many fights.
Over time she has now come to believe that everything she once knew was a lie, and you can trust and love no one except yourself... but, Elsie doesn't even know if she can do that...
She is a master liar causing trouble and havoc to herself for this bad habit, and anyone who she may involve in her lie.
She can sneak her way out of a lot of things but the problem is, is that she'd much rather run from life then live it, and... so far, life has been biting her in the butt, and winning all the races.
One day though, Elsie'll show her tough side even more then now and defeat the life she once had, ready to face a new one.Appearance;;
Hair: A Pitch Night Black
Eyes: She has large extremely beautiful navy blue eyes.
Height: 5,7
Marks: She has a tattoo of a pair of fangs about half an inch tall on the right side of her stomach.
Race: American
Skin Tone: She's extremely pale.
Body Type: She's very slim, and has an extremely hott body.
Clothing Style: Eh, what more can I say, she's gothic. All black, navy blue, white, gray, and the occasional really dark green.
Footwear: Mostly knee length boots or ankle high converse.
Summary:
Elsie's absolutely beautiful with a noticably dark appearance.
She wears dark clothes, and has a very formidable, mysterious appearance to her.
Her eyes are her most dangerous appearance, showing absolutely no emotion and boring into anything it looks at with an intense stare.
She's got hair that goes about 2 inches beyond her shoulders and it is mostly straight but does have a pretty intense wave in some parts of it.
She's got a slim body that is definatly pretty muscular... but like, not ew muscular like those gross muscular chicks in the workout videos with the bulging muscles.
Just a tad noticable.
She's definatly scary looking, in her own beautiful petite way.Personality;;
Likes:
1. Soccer
2. Music
3. Anime
Dislikes:
1. Preppy People
2. Cliques
3. Parents
Flaws:
1. Being Rude
2.Havng no Social Life
3. Lieing
Summary:
Elsie's opinion of why she dislikes.. well her Dislikes.
1.) Parents
All they're there for is to make sure you take good care of yourself, but what they should care about is taking care of themselves.
If you've been yelled at, it's because your parents have anger built inside of them thye need to express towards you, that and you did somehting really f*cked up that your parents really got mad about because, number three on the list, the cliquos of parenthood wouldn't accept them in their popular majority of mothers and fathers who sit, have beers, and talk about the newest soap operas, and cars that were commercialed on their flat-screen TV's.
That would be Elsie's opinion on parents.
2.) Cliquos
.... Don't get me started.
In Elsie's opinion cliqious are created to determine which class group teens go into, some serving more popular then others getting into more popular groups which therefore are looked more highly upon for their vast majority, and supposive "popularity". Why don't you all just overthrow the airheads?
That, and that Elsie seems to have a problem with fitting in neatley right inbetween the outsiders, and the goths, what a pleasant spot on the food chart.
3.) Preps
Okay.... How can anyone be so happy? The world could end and the preppy people of this earth would be totally oblivious to any of the earth's newley constructed damages because they were too busy getting a french manicure to realize that the earth was shaking due to global warming, that of course before it burned up!
Instead, they'd think it was their vibrating phone.
Please, that, and they're the people that worship cliquos.. the ones that created it and the ones that cry when they get put in with the Co-populars while the populars tread the school freeley.
Jeoulousy and low self-concious are tearing teenagers apart, and I, Elsie, could care less of what group I'm put in due to my financial standards and the clothes I wear.
Her outlook on why she likes what she likes.
1.) Soccer[/u]
Well, ever since I, Elsie was little, I've had a bad habit of kicking things when I got mad. So, one day after school when I was 8 I tried out for soccer and got accepted.
I'vebeen playing ever since, though now it's a bit harder with the sun beating down on me. I much prefer going at night.
2.) Music[/u]
Well, I play guitar very well, and have been playing for 6 years now.
Not only that but I enjoy a very large variety of music. It helps me calm down and gives me things to write about, also being the person I am who enjoys writing.
I also love reading, and creating my own songs with the notes I already know how to play on guitar.
I am a huge music fan.
3.) Anime
I love drawing anime, and am quite good at it.
I can draw lots of things using manga and anime drawing techniques.
I enjoy drawing Anime pictures in my books I hope t get published some day.
4.) Writing/Reading
I am a huge reader, and writer.
I, Elsie, have already finished a set of horror and ghost stories I hope to be published someday, in which I draw anime drawings in for effect.
The illustrations helps the effect of the story, and soon, I think they'll make it big.
I love reading, and am definatly one for fiction stories. None-fiction seems a bit boring to me, and I'd much rather read about the mystical and scary things of the imaginational being.
Elsie's Flaws
Elsie seems to have a bit of a temper problem sometimes, and around extremely happy or quiet people she tends to become a bit rude.
She herself is pretty quiet and anti-social, and for this reason has neglected in making friends, though, despite that, many people seem to enjoy her company.
Though she has a short temper she can be soothed easily, and she doesn't get set off too terribly easy.
She'd much rather be alone and for that reason doesn't get out much.
Once again I'm bringing up her small lieing streak.
Okay... small, not really, more like her huge lieing streak.
She is a very realistic liar though and many peple believe what she says even though it's an extreme lie.
She feels nothing but pride in her lies and is a very hard person to make upset, truly undaunted by insults but easily annoyed.
Background Check;;
Family Members: Mother- Indonesia Rinnovin -Deceased
Father- Unknown
Grandmother- Deceased[/i]- Isayla Rinnovin[/u]
Birth Place: Chicago, Illnois
Childhood: Elsie strictly remembers a father in her life, he was lousy and her and her mother, who was cheating on her father, fought a lot. The two broke up and Elsie has no idea where her father went.
Transformation: She was Born vampire.
Prey: Elsie eats from animals, bloody stuff she can find basically. She often visits the butcher for blood. But... some day he'll grow more suspicious.
Fang Power: Elsie happens to have a thin coating around the part of her fang closest to her gums that, if she bits down hard enough, and it goes inside the human, or vampire's skin. They will pass out for 5 days straight.
Other Transformation: Elsie's pretty easy with this.
She actually would like for you to experiance as less pain as possible, so instead, she kills you first, and then cuts a hole in your neck, just small enough to drain lots of blood.
When the blood pours out she catches it in a bucket and saves it for later.
If she'd like you to experiance much pain.
She'd bite your neck and suck out your blood, then leave you to die.
Because although the venom in her teeth only make you pass out for five days, by then, her victim would have bled to death.
History:
Elsie was born to a preoccupied mother, and a father who could care less.
Little did she know that once born she was injected with the blood of vampires.
Her mother had gotten the DNA from her grandmother who in turn had been bitten by her sister, and so on.
Living in a family of vampires is stranger then it may sound.
Her father had been bitten by her mother soon after they married.
Now Elsie became a vampire by DNA, everyone in her family being vampire she was born as one.
But, her mother and father were both alchoholics. They didn't take care of their bodies in anyway and were fairley disgusting.
Her mother and Father were always fighting, and growing up was hard for Elsie.
She mostly grew up with her grandmother, who, indeed, like her mother and father, was pure vampire.
She lived with her grandmother because her mother and father would either forget to feed her, or accidently forget to close her blinds and have her waking up to a burning sensation from the sun.
And so her grandmother stole her from her parents and they lived about three door steps down, though her parents didn't mind in the least.
Her father was cheating on her mother, and had been since her birth, and her mother was popping pills and recieving millions of dollars for being a mercenary, which came in handy in Chicago.
Her grandmother used to work as a mercenary in her younger years, which was a strange thought for Elsie to grip, considering how sweet her dear grammy was.
Though dear grandma had a much cleaner way of killing.
She'd either bite them and say they were dead, as, most people wouild think they were, or she'd poison them.
Elsie's father left her mother when she turned five, and all Elsie remembered was her father vowing to move to New York to start a better family, and so he did.
Elsie's mother died a week later from a drug overdose out of pure depression.
Though, Elsie was sad by this new phase in her life, she had to admit, she saw it coming one way or another.
Her parents finally out of the way Elsie lived with her grandmother until her grandmother turned eighty, and Elsie turned 12.
Elsie began taking guitar lessons and one day when she got home from practice she found her grandmother on the couch dead.
Calling 911 immediatly the police and fire man came, sending at least 7 people.
They claimed her grandmother had just died from a heart attack.
She was extremely devastated though.
I mean, she thought of her grandmother as everything, mother, father, grandma, grandpa, she had been everything to her.
She sat down on the couch waiting for the police to report what was to happen to her, but she was much more curious.
Slinking towards the open kitchen door where the officers talked she heard one say to the other, "She's got no family... we're gonna have to send her to an orphanage."
Knowing they were talking about her she snuck to her room, packed a few clothing items, and ran from the house.
By the time the police decided on an orphanage and what to tell her she'd already gone far from her home.
She had taken money from where she knew her grandmother held her cash from retirement and skipped on a bus heading to New York.
It was a long, boring bus ride, but finally she entered the big apple.
She had mainley come hoping to look for her father... her father who would hopefully take her back with open arms knowing that she'd be heading to an orphanage.
So, that night she slept at an inn that was literally in very poor shape, but the next morning she found her father much easier then she expected.
All she did was look for Ronnivon in the phone book, and he was the 2nd one there.
The other was a , "GENNAE RONNIVON".
Going to her father's supposive adress that day she waited across the street, tapping her fingers absent mindedly against the sidewalk.
One, two, three cars passed, and no sign of dad, four, five, six passed, no sign of him, and then, the 7th that passed the little alley street was a beat up voxewagon.
"Yes!" she'd said.
Then, seeing the man she remembered as her father get out of the car she was readying herself to run over, when a beautiful woman, and two little boys also skipped from the car.
Holding the woman's hand her father said, "I love you honey."
Then, turning to the boys the woman gave a smile.
"Come on you two, daddy's rented spiderman for you to watch!"
The two boys excitedly ran in and her father walked in behind them, followed by his new wife.
She couldn't stand parents from that day on.
Escaping back to her hotel she knew that this arrangement wouldn't work forever, and so she checked out of the inn, looking for a new home.
Then she met Killer.
He was thirteen and homeless, though him and his brother, Javone both lived in an alleyway across the street from the inn.
He had been following her and finally she had spun around, "Why are you following me?" she asked angrily.
"You look like you needed somewhere to stay." he said.
"Maybe. I. do." Elsi spat.
"Then follow me." the boy ventured.
Elsie, at being so young, and needing shelter so badley had no other choice.
The boy looked around her age, and she was hungry as well.
Following the boy against her better judgement into an alley way across the street she was suprised to see a boy under a thick blanket eating chinese food.
"Ello." the boy said with a cheesey smile.
"That's my lil bro, Javone." Killer said.
He passed Elsie a blanket and a box of chinese noodles.
"Eh, we eat well here." he laughed.
Laying down beside his brother the three ate until night time when they fell asleep.
They lived like this almost every single morning until Elsie's 17 birthday.
Killer told her he loved her that day.
The two began to go out, and Javone, now 15 had decided to leave the group.
He said he was off to find a job and a life, and up and left.
Killer wasn't there at the time, he'd been off scavendging for food when he left, and Elsie had chased after him, but Javone had been faster.
With Javone gone Killer seemed devastated.
He became more rough, he'd yell at Elsie often for no reason and he began to become hostile towards people on the street.
Pretty soon he wouldn't get food for anyone other then himself and Elsie had to find her own food.
She'd mostly beg and scavenge until one day she found a job at Bagel Delight. A bagel store down the street from their alley.
One day when Elsie finished work early she came back to the alley to find Killer with another girl.
Elsie was dismayed, and instead of even saying bye she marched into the alley way, took her few supplies, and left.
She was all she could love, and with so many devastations she was mainley disappointed that he would leave her so... alone.
She also realized Killer had taken her, for her, but now... it seemed she wasn't good enough for that anymore.
Shje had always taken the night shift at the Bagel Delight and he had never asked why, she huddled under blankets and public bathrooms in the morning, he never asked why, he had always loved her... she'd never asked why.
But now, she didn't care why, she was off to find a new life.
She left him, from that moment on she couldn't stand love, and she let no one else in.
But whenever the sun hit her skin it would burn and begin to turn a dangerous red color, and she felt on fire, inflamed.
Soon she became a mercenary for a man named, Sire Lawrence.
She'd kill his worst enemies for him, it was easy being a vampire, and a tough murderous little 18 year old.
She worked hard, and so he appreciated it.
Sire Lawrence gave her a 3,900 dollars a victim, and a place to live at until she wished to reside on to better things.
Living at Sire Lawrence's mansion for a year she had recieved so much money from other mercenary attempts she soon bought her own apartment after her 18th birthday.
Shes lived there ever since, the blinds closed and the ivy on the walls growing insanely huge. It has a very elegant appearance to it.
Although she was vampire she decided instead of killing humans she'd simply ask the butcher for his supply of blood after her cut up the animals.
He generously gave her the blood, finding no other use for it.
She's lived like that ever since, but she doesn't regret the past.
Code Word:
Mad Skills;;
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My Horribke Post... Denim raced into the class and took her seat towards the back. The other students in the classroom loked at her through angry eyes. "Um, I had to um...." she needed an excuse like now. "I had to use the restroom, sorry, it couldn't wait!" she said proudly. Then she sunk low in her chair and drew flowers in her notebook, learning was NOT her thing. She looked up catiously as a shadow blew over her. She looked into the eyes of a mischevious looking boy. He gave her a sad smile and bent low as if to tell her something. "I'm late too." he whispered in her ear. He then gave Neftert a nod and then sat down in the seat next to her. Wow, he thinks he's so cool. Denim laughed in her mind.
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Neferet looked at Denim and the other boy. " Denim you could not have understood I hate people being late for class. But Dark, I am very ashamed that you were late. You have been here long enough to know this. But netherless, you are late almost daily. So, I want you to write an essay about the improtance of time. And Denim, I hope you make an example of this boy." she spent the rest of the hour reading from the textbook. At the end of the class, she spoke up. " There will be no homework tonight except for Dark."
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Dark Ride stood out of his seat and gave a bow, "Sure my dear Nefert!" he said in a kind tone. His smoky gray eyes stared at Denim. She gave a scowl and stodd from her chair grabbing her books off the table and saying a quick thanks to Nefert before heading to her next class. A few minutes later, the boy came skidding out of the classroom and next to her. "So ugh, new meat, hugh?" he laughed. She gave him a grimace and walked faster. "Talk much?" he asked hurrying to keep up with her. She gave him her evil look and he stopped in his tracks, putting his hands up in surrender.
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Yeah, it's a horrible BIO, but I feel like crap and I've been working on it all day... Plus I'm babysitting a 3 year old and a 6 year old while making it... and the RP Sample... it's from another site, and yea... usually my RP's are ALOT better, but I was already on that website in a seperate tab so I just picked that one.
Sorry, my future BIO's will be better.
