Post by chelsea on Jul 10, 2010 16:43:15 GMT -5
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Chelsea Marie Volturi
[/color][/font][/b]Chelsea Marie Volturi
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" I'm like a bird i wanna fly away I don't know where my home is I don't know where my soul is."[/center]
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MYCBOXNAMEIS :Merek
HOWDIDYOUFINDUS?: Delta
IALSOPLAY: Merek Vettra
Viktor Eaton
Alec Marshall
Reece Gabe O'Callaghan(?)
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MYNAMEIS : Chelsea Marie di Franco
CALLME : Chels
IAM : four hundred twenty five
BORNON : 1585 December 7
GENDER: female
ILIKE : both
SPECIES : vampire,
TYPE : wild
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MYTWIN : Scarlett Johansson
HOWTALL : 5'6
IWEIGH : 130
MYHAIR : golden blond with light string of dirty blond which can be seen when the sun hits her fair hair.
MYEYES : red
THEFACE : oval head with pronounced cheek bones full lips and doe eyes the color of the ocean with a hint of green.
THEBODY : curvacious figure measurements are 36-24-32. Porcelin skin clear as perfection with two beauty marks on the side of her right ear.
SPECIAL : a small scar on the back of her neck from her human life.
ABOUTME :
Chelsea is the perfect blend of contractions which seem to be balanced well within this one individual. She is sweet to those she cares about and has a loving nature about her but only a rear few see this side of her. When first meeting someone she is all smiles and games but she is really watching and taking note of those around her. She likes to be the center of attention and is always wiling to have a good time but knows when to calm herself. She presents herself as a cold woman not welcoming many into her private heart of hearts but once you get there no one can tear you away. She has spent so much of her life doing for others that now she is loyal only to herself then they all fall after her.
Chelsea wants the company of others but likes to keep people at a comfortable distance until she knows she can really trust someone. This is a caution for her as she has learned not everyone is a true friend and it takes a rare person to find many of them.Many people perceive her as a bitch but that couldn’t be further from the truth she just doesn’t take shit from anyone. Once you’re on her bad side it takes a lot to come back but be warned she is very stubborn once her mind’s made up. Chelsea is very protective of those close to her so if you mess with anyone in her family done be surprised if she shows up at your door for revenge. She is also a firm believer in the Hammurabi code so revenge comes natural to her and when she makes a statement it’s a bold one.
She is not quick to anger though and thinks about the result of things before she acts. As much as she loves company there are times when she likes to just be alone and think about her life. It all goes back to her commitment issues she likes having stability but at times longs to walk away from it all. It is the battle that she’s constantly fighting inside herself. She loves hard and is true to the person as long as she loves them but of she falls out she will drop the person like a bad habit. Again Chelsea is all about pleasing Chelsea anything she does benefits her in some way no matter how small.
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ILOVE : 5+ likes
- Babies (tasty)
- Volturi
- Afton
- Swimming
- Reading
- COTM
- Shifters
- Enemies
- Studpidity
- Liars
- I'm loyal to myself above all others I respect the others but there is no love between us.
- I have commitment issues although I love my Afton there are times when i just need to be free.
- death
- being alone
- commitment
- trustworthy
- cunning
- intelligent
- Afton
- Vanity
- Sunlight
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BORNIN : Venice, Italy
LIVINGIN : Volterra, Italy
MOMMY : Cecilia di Franco deceased
DADDY : Venerio di Franco deceased
THESIBLINGS : Antonio di Franco deceased
OTHERHALF : Afton
THEKIDS : none
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FULLHISTORY:Venice, Italy 1585.
On a cold day in December Cecilia and Venerio di Franco welcomed into the world their second child Chelsea Marie di Franco. For her family she couldn’t have been born at a worse time, trade was low and they already had one child to feed. Her brother Antonio was hoping to fetch a marriage but he still hadn’t found a girl his father approved of meaning they weren’t rich enough. Money was slow but they weren’t penniless and Chelsea’s father refused to let anyone think he was in need of anything! Upon her birth she was christened and the house had a grand party after ward one that would be the things that held the family together. She had a joyous welcoming party and the first few years of her life continued to be good, her father made more money that trading season and she began to talk and walk. Her brother would play with her when he wasn’t at the docks tending to his boat and making trade plans. But as she got older her duties were no longer playing but cleaning, cooking, and learning to run a house.
Women were taught from the day they were born how to be wives and Chelsea was no different she spent her days learning all things domestic. In her mind it was all things boring she would see her brother come home with scrolls of this and that and wonder why she couldn’t sail away as well. Being only a child she had no idea that these longings could never be fulfilled not because she couldn’t do them but merely because of her sex. Females had a role in society and there weren’t many too choose from it was mother, whore, or nun. Chelsea was an unconventional girl that way because she longed to do everything she wasn’t supposed to when her mother would tell her to come inside she would run and play as if she were one of the boys. She was often caught with her father’s sword swinging and fighting with her brother as if she were any sailor in the bunch. It was during one of the times she ran off with her brother to the docks that she first saw her future without even knowing it. There on the docks with her brother on her side she saw them the women of Venice, the courtesans. They were dressed in fine silk with gold bracelets and earrings with their breasts bare waving to the men as they came in.
Chelsea watched at the women received gifts and men recited lovely poems showing their devotion to their chosen lover. She loved how praised they seemed to be and wondered how women came to be what they were. She saw her brother smile as one woman wearing rouge came by a fake mole on her face as if this were France yet he still bowed as if she were a lady. The woman appeared to tower over him but as she passed I saw the platform shoes which she could only guess were the cause of her height. Her brother noticed her looking and nudged her, “Beautiful huh?” he asked his eyes following after the woman as she stopped and talked to group of men. “If you say so brother,” she said before turning her back on him and walking back home she couldn’t care to be there any longer. Those women had everything she dreamed of freedom and education things a woman of her station should know better than to hope for. Back in her home she knew her place, she was the daughter and she should help her mother with household duties but what would she be when this time passed? Chelsea wouldn’t remain a girl forever and when it was time for her to become a woman she wasn’t sure that she wanted to be just the shadow of someone else. Was it wrong to want to be your own person, have your own mind?
It seemed those years from girlhood to woman hood passed all too quickly and when her father married her brother off she was alone. Luckily for the family his wife had come with a handsome dowry enough to last them another year and cattle that he could sell for a good price or eat if it came to that. She was now a woman of sixteen and could be married off but it would cost the family too much to give a sufficient dowry. That was the problem with girls when you did not come from a rich family more often than not you get stuck with them. Chelsea could see that she was a burden and was determined not to be so she though of her skills and how they could be put to use. She was a fair seamstress but not good enough to make much money she’s heard her looks were good but it would take more than that to make it. Looking for guidance she went to her mother and it was there she found her answers, but it was not to be her decision.
When Chelsea arrived home both of her parents were sitting at the dinner table grim looks on their faces. “Sit down my love.” said her father pointing to the chair across from both of them. She took her seat but remained quiet knowing they would tell her when the time was right so she waited. The room was silent for what seemed like hours before her mother broke it, “You know our financial situation and we think we have found a solution but it’s not a pleasing one.” Cecilia grabbed her cross and closed her eyes as her father grabbed his wife’s hand in comfort. “We know you are young but you are smart enough o do what we ask the question is will you cooperate?” he said looking to her. “What is it papa?” she asked still confused as to what she was being asked. “There is a woman here to school you in the ways of courtesans.” His hands seemed to tremble as the words passed his lips and she looked from her father then to her mother. She was to be like them…free but she hide her joy and remained silent because she was smart enough to know that this was the proper reaction. After all her time in Venice she knew her role and knew it well but deiced she would play this life her way.
Her parents were pleased with her silent compliance but when she was alone she danced as if it was the best day of her life, and it was. The next week her teachings began and her teachers were from all over Italy not just Venice. With them she was a devoted student and worked hard day and night to master languages, literature, art, current events, and entertainment. For moths she poured over scrolls but it was not all brain she had to leave the ways of a woman as well. Since she had not been married her hymen was still in tact and she had no idea what love making was yet it seemed her parents thought of everything. In came a book one day all the way from India called the Karma Sutra how her father got a hold of it she would never know but he had once been the greatest merchant in Venice. This book was like nothing she had ever seen but explained in great detail ways to make love and Chelsea did nothing but eat breath and sleep that book until her coming out party.
As a cortigiane she was awarded certain privileges above that of a common whore such as the ability to attend formal gatherings. There was to be a picnic in the garden of Count Medici and she was invited sue to a good word from her brother’s mother in law. For this occasion she wore her best dress in scarlet with gold trimming and new golden platform shoes. Her hair and make up was done for the party as well and when she was done her mother deemed her the most beautiful of them all. A vessel was waiting or he when she got to the dock which would take her down to the Count’s villa. Her brother would be her companion on this night and hopefully aid in finding her a wealthy match. When the boast arrived she was announced as if she was an aristocrat and it felt good to be recognized for the first time in her life. She held her head high and leaned onto her brother as she walked so that she would not tire too easily. The party was lively and gay, there she met many men who she could see were clearly not tied to the women they came with that night. She could feel their eyes on them the longing and smiled at just the right time to catch their eye.
Already she had a knack or this game one of cat and mouse where she would lure them in and make all their dreams come true. But that was the thing with dreams they only lasted in the night and when the sun rose she would be gone along with her fee. On that night she left with many admires but no clients and when she returned with none her mother thought their investment a waste. Good things come to those who wait, it took two more weeks of getting out there and making her face known but, before she knew it she was getting calls from wealthy men one of whom did her christening. Business was good and the family benefited from it as did she with the money she made she inquired about new books and read anything she could find. Her mind was like a sponge taking it all in and the more she had sex the more like nothing it became. She enjoyed it yes and always made sure her customer was satisfied but Chelsea herself was no longer satisfied. She wanted more from her life, she wanted love but that was something a woman in her position could never have. Why did it seem that no matter how high she rose there would always be something she couldn’t have some peak she couldn’t reach.
Over the years she fell into the routine and accepted that this was her life. All she could do was enjoy the money and make sure her parents were taken care of regardless of what she wanted. In the beginning Chelsea thought this life would bring her freedom but it seemed like she’d only traded one chain for another. There were still the perks and even now she sat in her room getting ready to attend one, a party to celebrate another year of Venice’s independence. She again dressed in her best gown but this one was of pink silk with powder blue and pink trim. Her attendance had been requested so that she might entertain some foreigners here as a show of good will. When she got there the party was already in motion and she walked over to her brother giving him a loving hug. Their family had risen quite a bit in the last six years partly because of her bust mostly because of him. She smiled playfully like always but stopped when she noticed a beautiful stranger, he must be from the foreign group she thought. He smiled at her in crossing and she blushed for once feeling the heat of attraction something she thought was lost to her.
He seemed to stick out like a sour thumb here but in a good way he was alone, no ties to anyone. She liked that, the thought of being free that way and that may have been what made her follow him to the back of the house that night. His voice sounded like the music of angels and his eyes seemed to glow in the darkness of night, “Who are you?” she asked when he stopped then turned to face her. “Vittiro Cavelleo” he said to her with a bow then taking her hand and kissing it. His touch was cold as ice and sent a tremble down her spin but she liked the feeling more than she should. Chelsea had forgotten bout the party and it seemed all she could focus on was him, him and that dazzling smile. He spoke to her of his home, a place called Volterra not too farm from this place a city unlike any other he said. But she knew Venice was a city unlike any other there was none that could rival her beauty. She told him so and they laughed seeing neither of them would budge on the subject his company was nice. She was by his side the entire night and when the time came to leave he wished her home on his own ship.
Something in her mind told her this was too fast she had not even made sure he could pay but part of her didn’t care. They arrived at her door and she walked inside through the back which led directly to her room. They entered quietly but before she removed n ounce of clothing she asked him, “Your purse sir.” her hand out waiting for the velvet. “Gladly.” He said putting the bag in her hand and then jumping on her the next. She tried to push him off thinking he was just eager but when she felt the nips on her neck she let out a scream but he covered her mouth before it could be heard again. The pain ran through her like a virus until she could no longer see her attacker, who she though was he love. When she awake she could see no sun yet the entire room seemed to glow. She felt herself and looked around for someone but saw nothing then realized that’s he was rocking. Was she on a ship? She pushed herself up but was feeling quite weak and felt around until she got to stairs and climbed then until she saw light. The sun hit her and she shielded her eyes only to see her hand emanating more light than the sun had. “Here.” Called a voice she recognized.
Chelsea walked over and there he was her beautiful stranger who called himself Vittiro last night. “Where am I and why have you taken me here. How long have I been here?” she asked partially yelling as the panic rose inside her. He let go of the wheel and turned to her explain all that had happened in the two days she was asleep. Her family now thought that she was dead and by his doing so he’d taken her body after the burial and fled. His name was not Vittiro but Afton and they were heading for his home Volterra. She was now in a sense dead and a vampire; the whole thing made no sense to her yet when he brought out a human her throat seemed to lunge toward him. It seemed as if she hadn’t had a thing to drink all her life that’s how much her throat burned for the man before him. “You want him don’t you?” he said pushing the man toward her at her feet. “Take him he is yours this is your life now accept it or die.” He said into her ear before turning his back on her. “You have a new life now don’t squander it on the rules of your old one.” Those words spoke to her more than anything he’d said all day. In that moment she released everything she’d held back all her life and took the man’s life in matter of seconds. She felt powerful and for the first time in her life she felt free but there were still questions to be answered.
“Why your home?” she asked him finding him now at the bow of the ship. “Because you have a gift and my master will be pleased with you just as I am.” He said to her before taking her in his arms as she wished he’d done three nights ago. She pushed him off thinking she would not give into him just yet now that she had a choice maybes he’d make him wait a while. The journey to his home took three more day and this time she learned the ways of a vampire. They were not mastered when she got to Volterra but she was good enough not to attack all the humans in the street. “How can you stand it?” she asked when they were below ground going to his masters. “Practice.” He said before jumping down and waiting for her to follow. She did and before she knew it she smelt all kinds of scents that were like Afton but not exactly. They walked into a grand room where there were three thrones with three men sitting in them all handsome in their own way she guessed. Afton bowed and looked at her but she decided she didn’t want to do the same she was no longer anyone’s servant. The man in the middle smiled at her as if she were a child then left his seat and was before her in an instant. “Hello child, may I take you’re hand.” He seemed so sweet how could she refuse a man with manners such as his. She put his hand in hers and he smiled after a minute then opened his eyes looking at her with….eager. “Afton you have done well picking this one she is useful.” He said looking to Afton and touching his shoulder letting him know he may rise.
“And you Chelsea will you join our family here.” He said his hands spreading as other faces now seemed to appear. “What will that mean?” she asked weary of going down a blind road. “It will mean whatever you want is yours and we will be there to make sure you are happy as you will be for us.” That seemed like a fair agreement but she looked to Afton to make sure she was doing the right thing, he nodded his head and she did the same joining the Volturi on that very day. It was with her new family that she learned of her talent to bind and unravel relationships but she made sure she and Afton’s was stronger than ever. Her new home gave her a sense of purpose without the constraints of her former life Chelsea was where she belonged. During her first years with the Volturi she went through rigorous training as she learned how to hunt without making a mess and how to kill her own kind in less than a minute. It would be along time before she ever had to use those skills but when the Voltuir went out to disband clans and out down the new born wars of America she used those skills. It was fun to her to break down the components of those around her test their loyalties until they had no idea who they were sided with anymore. In the beginning this happened a lot but as time wore on and her kind realized that they were in charge the need for violence became less and less. So she settled into life in Volterra with her mate Afton by he side ready to act if anyone should dare rival her family.
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RPSAMPLE: There was silence as she listened waiting for her instructions as she stood before Aro as she’d done so many times before. He had called her here and she knew it had better be something good as she had just gotten in the tub when his messenger boy arrived. He smiled at her the way his father used to when he had a surprise for him he knew she would love. They have been playing this game for years now and after all this time she could never guess what he would say. “You want to know why you are here?” he asked waking around her as if she were a specimen. “You know I do.” She said smiling at him her red stained lips looking perfect in her eyes. She laughed a little patting her on the shoulder as he stopped right in front of her their eyes meeting. “I want you to go to Forks and see just how strong the ties between he Cullen’s are.” He said low into her ear as if it were a secret. She rolled her eyes and sighed wondering why this particular group was of such interest to him.
She knew a few of them had talents and sure the child may now be a problem but there were enough guards to put them down without question. She knew the way he wanted this done though so she knew her plan would not be the way it went but it would be the one that would take the least amount of time. Aro laughed and she smiled realizing that he was still touching her and had just heard her thoughts. “You are an impatient on always has been but can you do what I asked no more no less.” He said if his usual chipper voice. She nodded her head smiling back up at her leader, how it pained her to think that at times. He removed his hand and turned his back to her and she felt foolish. “Do you still not love me after all this time.” He asked her and she felt back because she knew the answer and he did too. Chelsea closed the gap between them and put her hand on his shoulder, “Master I love you as much as any creature like me can love her master.” She let her hand fall and turned to leave the grand room the one she’d entered in so many centuries ago. She walked out the door a smile on her face she finally had something to do life in Volterra had become extremely boring since there was no one to kill. Of course she did a bit of her own on occasion but most nights she waited for Heidi to bring dinner to her a kind of human fast food.
Those were the things she missed about home when she was away but she enjoyed that time as well it allowed her to appreciate her family. Although it was wrong she admitted to herself that she sometimes too them for granted but after this journey she knew that time would pass again. For now she focused on the task and paying the Cullen’s a visit would be fun perhaps she might even get the cute buff one to come home with her for a time. She hoped the blond didn’t mind she only wanted to borrow him since her own husband was away. Afton has been off hunting down half vampires along with Felix leaving Chelsea here alone and wanting to play but it seems everyone is committed. She’s had her way with a human or two but she wanted more, she wanted her husband hopefully he would return by the time she came back if she still wanted him by then.
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