Post by EVIE DUNN (VOLTURI) on Apr 25, 2011 18:32:05 GMT -5
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EVIE ● rae ● DUNN
"i’m in the business of misery, let’s take it from the top
she’s got a body like an hourglass that’s ticking like a clock
it’s a matter of time before we all run out…
when i thought he was mine, she caught him by the mouth..."
166 19 ● VAMPIRE
Life of an English Whore
Evie was originally a Sonya. Or maybe a Katya. She can't remember that far back, and it's beyond herself to want to. All she knows is from what people have told her, or what she's learned from ancient newspaper articles. Although, 166 years of life and unlife have treated her quite nicely. Way back when Evie was a human (how she pitied those meaty thingies) She was an Englishman's whore. She went around prancing in her little corset tops and long dresses cohorting with those men who did so very much enjoy her youthful...body. What did it matter to her? She enjoyed that attention as much as they did. So maybe that's why now she's decided to take a route of dying her hair insane colors and poofing it out like those silly humans did. Hell, she didn't even need to pale her skin to the huge amounts that they did; she was naturally pale.
Dare Thy Ignorance
Evie loves the ignorant. They are her favorite playthings. Cruel and relentless, she loves to watch things cringe. If it wasn't for her few decades of loneliness and empty wishes, she probably wouldn't be so cruel, but lost all humanity has she. She sees herself as pale and beautiful, not only above everything/everyone else. She's felt that someone could change her mind, given the right circumstances.
Don't ask her to help you. The only "services" she gives out are sexual or turning. She loves both, and she also loves the tasty taste of human blood. It's an intriguing liquid, actually. It changes colors depending on the accumulation of air, it can be thick or thin, depending on how many white blood cells you have. Oh, Evie's done enough research on this topic to tell you about every type of blood and their tendencies. I wouldn't want you to get near her when she starts talking about this stuff.
Dare to Die?
Evie killed herself. That she remembers all too well. Do the math: one rusty razor + two wrists - medical needs = DEATH. Right? Well, partially. She remembers sitting in the old claw foot tub at her apartment above the bar, with the razor in her hands, and across her wrists. She remembers then waking up scar-less and pale. Coincidence? I think not; but it doesn't matter to Evie, because her creator dissipated before she got to thank him for saving her from her pathetic human life. She wanted to, she really did. But once she found out that she glittered in the sun, she was all for the undead.
I mean... they glitter!!
Evie's insane, really. She has the potential to let go of her insanity, because it's just a self embodiment of singularity for decades. But only someone special can help her, and even she herself doubts that she'll ever meet anyone to match her "smarts". She's got hardcore sarcasm to boot, and if you want to match her on wits, she might have you beat. She's pretty smart. Not that she'll let you see that, she wants you to think that she's a self imposed little whine ass bitch, it's her job!
Daily Life
Evie has finally been asked to join the Volturi. She is going to be initiated and will help support their righteousness. She's able to see into peoples eyes and know their true paths, pretty much how "evil or good" they are. Jane has "happily" offered up her time to initiate the youngling into the Volturi clan. She will teach her all the ways of the Volturi guarding system.
PLAYBY NAME Anni Anything
ABY ● e-mail: linkinpark_boulevard@yahoo.com ● Italian Creme Soda (mmmmmmhhmmm unhealthy!) ● ^ her.
RP SAMPLE:
^^ = That is my post of myself pushing me to a really big limit. I normally do 500-700 word posts. Just wanna mention that.
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EVIE ● rae ● DUNN
"i’m in the business of misery, let’s take it from the top
she’s got a body like an hourglass that’s ticking like a clock
it’s a matter of time before we all run out…
when i thought he was mine, she caught him by the mouth..."
Life of an English Whore
Evie was originally a Sonya. Or maybe a Katya. She can't remember that far back, and it's beyond herself to want to. All she knows is from what people have told her, or what she's learned from ancient newspaper articles. Although, 166 years of life and unlife have treated her quite nicely. Way back when Evie was a human (how she pitied those meaty thingies) She was an Englishman's whore. She went around prancing in her little corset tops and long dresses cohorting with those men who did so very much enjoy her youthful...body. What did it matter to her? She enjoyed that attention as much as they did. So maybe that's why now she's decided to take a route of dying her hair insane colors and poofing it out like those silly humans did. Hell, she didn't even need to pale her skin to the huge amounts that they did; she was naturally pale.
Dare Thy Ignorance
Evie loves the ignorant. They are her favorite playthings. Cruel and relentless, she loves to watch things cringe. If it wasn't for her few decades of loneliness and empty wishes, she probably wouldn't be so cruel, but lost all humanity has she. She sees herself as pale and beautiful, not only above everything/everyone else. She's felt that someone could change her mind, given the right circumstances.
Don't ask her to help you. The only "services" she gives out are sexual or turning. She loves both, and she also loves the tasty taste of human blood. It's an intriguing liquid, actually. It changes colors depending on the accumulation of air, it can be thick or thin, depending on how many white blood cells you have. Oh, Evie's done enough research on this topic to tell you about every type of blood and their tendencies. I wouldn't want you to get near her when she starts talking about this stuff.
Dare to Die?
Evie killed herself. That she remembers all too well. Do the math: one rusty razor + two wrists - medical needs = DEATH. Right? Well, partially. She remembers sitting in the old claw foot tub at her apartment above the bar, with the razor in her hands, and across her wrists. She remembers then waking up scar-less and pale. Coincidence? I think not; but it doesn't matter to Evie, because her creator dissipated before she got to thank him for saving her from her pathetic human life. She wanted to, she really did. But once she found out that she glittered in the sun, she was all for the undead.
I mean... they glitter!!
Evie's insane, really. She has the potential to let go of her insanity, because it's just a self embodiment of singularity for decades. But only someone special can help her, and even she herself doubts that she'll ever meet anyone to match her "smarts". She's got hardcore sarcasm to boot, and if you want to match her on wits, she might have you beat. She's pretty smart. Not that she'll let you see that, she wants you to think that she's a self imposed little whine ass bitch, it's her job!
Daily Life
Evie has finally been asked to join the Volturi. She is going to be initiated and will help support their righteousness. She's able to see into peoples eyes and know their true paths, pretty much how "evil or good" they are. Jane has "happily" offered up her time to initiate the youngling into the Volturi clan. She will teach her all the ways of the Volturi guarding system.
PLAYBY NAME Anni Anything
ABY ● e-mail: linkinpark_boulevard@yahoo.com ● Italian Creme Soda (mmmmmmhhmmm unhealthy!) ● ^ her.
RP SAMPLE:
Ark acted as though Jay had just moved to Central and he had been here for years. She thought it was cute, but a little annoying. She kept on his sunglasses and let him walk her to his car and let him be all gentlemanly and open up her door for him. She was almost surprised that he didn’t try buckling her up for her, which she would’ve cordially denied. She thought he was a pretty face, but from instant recognition of something in herself, she knew that he was going to be a bit slutty. Not that it bothered her at all, it would be a fun time for her. She knew that it wasn’t unnatural for her to be found hanging out with the guys, but it was still pretty original for her to be instantly attached to someone like him. She was barely attached to Jeanne, and that relationship was still very rocky. In fact, just a half hour earlier she had snuck out of the apartment that she shared with Jeanne, just to meet up with Ark. He was one lucky kid, she had to admit. Jay wouldn’t do that for just anyone she just met… well, she would, but she wouldn’t be so happy about it.
“Well, why don’t we just go over to that party and see what’s going down.” Jay said smoothly, her hand reaching around her to grab onto the seat buckle. She wasn’t all about the rules and safety, but she wasn’t an idiot either. She didn’t want to wind up in a car crash just because Ark wanted to drive stupid. She smiled at him while buckling up. Then she reached over to the new and shiny silver radio/CD player. She hit the search button till it went to a rock channel. It was a good combination of old rock and new rock, and it was the channel that Jay had it set to at her home…the radio that was right now playing loudly to block out the noise of keyless Jeanne. Keyless and Clueless. Jay loved Jeanne, but the woman had more moxxy than a Kangaroo in Michigan. It was insane, and she didn’t even want to deal with Jeanne’s bitching right now.
“Yeah, Tanner’s got the tit’s, I have to admit.” Jay said, almost regretfully. She was still stuck in a small double B cup. It was sad for her, because she felt very deformed with them. She knew she was pretty, she knew that since she was little, but still, it was kind of out of the ordinary for a short thin girl to not have tits. Okay, Jay admitted, ’ I do have tits, but not big ones. Guys and Girls still fall for me.’ Jay wasn’t gay, or really bi. She was a bit curious though, so she labeled herself as bi-curious. It was normal for a girl to wonder, wasn’t it? At least, under Jay’s opinion, it was. She never knew it another way. Jay slid off her flip flops and set her feet on his dashboard above her. Rolling the window down, she put her hand out the window and let the wind take her hand where it wanted. Once she started making a wave shape with her hand, the wind’s force felt different. Almost, frightful. It was an interesting feeling. “But I still am pretty, right?” Jay asked, surprising herself. It was something she wouldn’t normally ask, but it was still on her mind a lot. She just wanted some reassurance for now, as if the sex wasn’t enough of a reassurance. Jay looked to Ark for an answer.
Suddenly Jay remembered something that Ark had done a few minutes prior. He had growled at her. She began to chuckle, the memory just fresh in her mind, as though it had just happened. She didn’t know why she just remembered that, but it was something that she found funny. Almost, ironic. Last night, by Jeanne, Jay had been called an animal; she had been told that she follows her animalistic instinct too much. That thought process made Jay all out laugh. She realized what Jeanne had meant. Jeanne knew all about Jay’s little sexual outings, so it wasn’t new news to her. She just didn’t want to have to deal with the bitching, which Jeanne normally understood. Lately though, it had been like Jeanne only wanted Jay out of her life, just like Sam had almost seven years previous. It was a scary thought, Jay didn’t know what she would do without Jeanne. Jeanne was her rock in a fast, deep river.
“Well, why don’t we just go over to that party and see what’s going down.” Jay said smoothly, her hand reaching around her to grab onto the seat buckle. She wasn’t all about the rules and safety, but she wasn’t an idiot either. She didn’t want to wind up in a car crash just because Ark wanted to drive stupid. She smiled at him while buckling up. Then she reached over to the new and shiny silver radio/CD player. She hit the search button till it went to a rock channel. It was a good combination of old rock and new rock, and it was the channel that Jay had it set to at her home…the radio that was right now playing loudly to block out the noise of keyless Jeanne. Keyless and Clueless. Jay loved Jeanne, but the woman had more moxxy than a Kangaroo in Michigan. It was insane, and she didn’t even want to deal with Jeanne’s bitching right now.
“Yeah, Tanner’s got the tit’s, I have to admit.” Jay said, almost regretfully. She was still stuck in a small double B cup. It was sad for her, because she felt very deformed with them. She knew she was pretty, she knew that since she was little, but still, it was kind of out of the ordinary for a short thin girl to not have tits. Okay, Jay admitted, ’ I do have tits, but not big ones. Guys and Girls still fall for me.’ Jay wasn’t gay, or really bi. She was a bit curious though, so she labeled herself as bi-curious. It was normal for a girl to wonder, wasn’t it? At least, under Jay’s opinion, it was. She never knew it another way. Jay slid off her flip flops and set her feet on his dashboard above her. Rolling the window down, she put her hand out the window and let the wind take her hand where it wanted. Once she started making a wave shape with her hand, the wind’s force felt different. Almost, frightful. It was an interesting feeling. “But I still am pretty, right?” Jay asked, surprising herself. It was something she wouldn’t normally ask, but it was still on her mind a lot. She just wanted some reassurance for now, as if the sex wasn’t enough of a reassurance. Jay looked to Ark for an answer.
Suddenly Jay remembered something that Ark had done a few minutes prior. He had growled at her. She began to chuckle, the memory just fresh in her mind, as though it had just happened. She didn’t know why she just remembered that, but it was something that she found funny. Almost, ironic. Last night, by Jeanne, Jay had been called an animal; she had been told that she follows her animalistic instinct too much. That thought process made Jay all out laugh. She realized what Jeanne had meant. Jeanne knew all about Jay’s little sexual outings, so it wasn’t new news to her. She just didn’t want to have to deal with the bitching, which Jeanne normally understood. Lately though, it had been like Jeanne only wanted Jay out of her life, just like Sam had almost seven years previous. It was a scary thought, Jay didn’t know what she would do without Jeanne. Jeanne was her rock in a fast, deep river.
^^ = That is my post of myself pushing me to a really big limit. I normally do 500-700 word posts. Just wanna mention that.
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