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[desdemona adrienne archer]

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desdemona adrienne archer

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" the day you slipped away, was the day i found it won't be the same"[/center]

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~ my cbox name is : Hailz
~ how did you find us?: advertisement
~i also play: Nyx Labelle, soon Valerie Ravenwood and Naomi Devan

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~ my name is : desdemona adrienne archer
~ call me : dessy

~ i am : 217 (appearance of seventeen)
~ born on : december 28th, 1794

~ my twin : penelope mint
~ gender : female
~ i like : boys
~ species : vampire
~ type : vegetarian
~ animal form : N/A

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~ about me : Desdemona Archer isn't exactly your typical social butterfly. Actually, she isn't even social. She doesn't go to the hottest parties or get in on the latest gossip. She doesn't talk about cute boys, plan group trips, go shopping with friends. She's your typical anti-social loner. She prefers to sit alone with her thoughts, keeping away from the mainstream chatter and gossip about who's dating who. She's that girl that sits in the corner that everyone asks about, but no one seems to know anything. That's just it though. No one seems to know anything about the dark-haired goth girl who doesn't speak or participate in anything. It's not like she wants to, however. She's perfectly happy on her own, with her nose in a book or scribbling in her little notepad.

Maybe that's just it. She's happy that way. But who's happy without friends? You can see it in her eyes that she's not exactly happy at all. Behind those eyes you can see a pain, an aching inside her that she refuses to let breach the surface. She seems to be emotionless, unless you count when she loses her temper. That's when it's like an atomic bomb went off and people start running. That glare could scare off the toughest of armies in a second. When she does speak, it's usually in harsh, large words to the target intended. Don't expect her to take an apology too easily. This girl holds a grudge.

If you get her to talk, which is pretty rare and should be considered a big accomplishment, she's not that bad. Those big words she yelled at you earlier are actually real words, and you'll find she's quite intelligent and will provide definitions when needed. You'll find out that she's always writing in that little notepad of hers because she's working on a poem or a book; something creative that causes her to zone out. She's always reading because she uses it to forget about the world around her for a while, giving her a break from thinking about all her sorrow. She does have her reasons, and is obviously still in a period of grief. But, if you can get her to smile, that seems to go away for a moment as happiness seems to cross her face, if for only a moment.

Delve deep enough into her mind and you get that Desdemona is actually quite the artist. If you get the chance to glance into her sketchbook, you'll find some of the most beautiful drawings. Get deeper than that and you can see she's actually quite the hopeless romantic. All those romance books aren't just for show. She loves the idea of roses and chocolates, and other cheesy things. She'd never admit it outloud, though. Desdemona may look like a gothic, scary girl, but inside she just wants some attention and love. You just have to polish this diamond a little bit more to make her shine, but it's definitley worth the hard work.


~ my family :
- Alexander Archer, 49, Preacher
- Teresa Archer, 49, Homemaker
- Duncan Archer, 17, Deceased (brother)

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~ i love : 3+ likes

[/color]Art
[/li][li][/color]Roses
[/li][li][/color]Books
[/li][li][/color]Heels
[/li][li][/color]Nature
[/li][li][/color]Silence
[/li][li][/color]Piano
[/li][li][/color]Black/white movies
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~ i hate : 3+ dislikes

[/color]Pickles
[/li][li][/color]Sluts
[/li][li][/color]Popularity
[/li][li][/color]Attention
[/li][li][/color]Horror movies
[/li][li][/color]Bugs
[/li][li][/color]Heights
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~ history :
A baby boy, a beautiful baby boy. That's all that Alexander and Teresa Archer had wanted. They had married at a fairly young age, Alexander a rich aristorcat in the Victorian era. They had been childhood sweethearts, and both very religious Christians. That's when they focused on a child. They wanted their own bundle of joy from God. Teresa had trouble conceiving, but they never lost faith. They were prayed for and it wasn't very long until they conceived a boy. Then a year later, a girl. Still, despite not wanting a second child, they would take what they were given with open arms. They didn't know what they were in for that night in the maternity ward with Desdemona. They weren't expecting that they wouldn't have perfect little children. Boy, were they wrong.

Duncan and Desdemona Archer were born exactly ten months apart, but they acted practically like twins. Desdemona would cry constantly, and fuss about, while her brother was in a more pleasant state of mind. They saw this as an early warning sign that Desdemona was not a normal child, but they would not jump to conclusions. Well, besides naming their child Desdemona. The pattern continued as the two children grew. Though almost complete opposites, there was never a time you'd find Desdemona without her brother, her counterpart. They balanced each other. Duncan was the polite, cheerful, outgoing one, Desdemona was the devious and quite child with curiousity galore. Alexander and Teresa's concern grew more and more as Desdemona got herself into more and more trouble, unlike Duncan.

By the time they were old enough to attend school, it was clear Desdemona was a troubled child. She refused to participate nor socialize, instead spending her time only with Duncan or alone. Duncan was her social lifeline throughout school. They were put in different classrooms one year, because Alexander requested it in hopes his daughter would socialize, but she only threw a fit and ran into Duncan's class. He was her protector, her other half. She needed him, and he needed her. They never seperated them after that. They took the twins to church every service, in hopes Desdemona would become a better child. It never happened.

When she turned sixteen, Desdemona had blossomed into a feminine young lady, though her dark demeanor was still present. She looked more like the ghost of a widow than a teenager, in her dark dresses and pale complexion. They had stopped hanging out with each other constantly but still kept together most of the time. Duncan got a girlfriend and Desdemona got more books. She was noticed by many as being the freak, but Duncan protected her. Alexander and Teresa believed Desdemona was possessed at this time, but Duncan refused to let them try to purify her. Desdemona simply did not care, nor believed in the religion. She was happy off with her books and art, and her brother.

But that all changed. Duncan was killed in a fire at a friend's home, who managed to get out in time. Desdemona was a mess. She wouldn't leave her room for months. She stayed inside the house, refusing to speak to her parents, only leaving to visit the grave. They tried to get her to pray and go to church but she only yelled and told them there was no God. Alexander and Teresa gave up on the child, believeing she truly was possessed. They locked her away, allowing her only to leave to go to the cemetery and come straight back home, but to them she was no longer their daughter. She was just a ghost.

One day at the cemetery she was greeted by a man. It was dark, and he had enchanted her somehow. She couldn't resist the conversation, and soon she was captured into his world of dark creatures. He turned her right then and there, and until the time he disappeared, he was her family and friend. She had no idea where he went, or why he left her alone, but for the next two centuries she was left alone. Desdemona searched and searched, but finally gave up on the man who had given her the immortality she now possessed. She adapted to the change of styles and the new technology, but kept the poise and grace from her own era. So now she's ended up in Cleveland, looking for a place to finally call home.

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~ role play sample :

She was alone. The evening sun shone through the windows at the side of the room, tinting everything with hues of orange, yellow, and pink. The floor was clean, there was silence. Everyone had gone back to their dorms by this time so she didn't risk being interrupted. It was peaceful in this place, a soothing aura that encompassed the young woman as she stood still, entranced in her thoughts. She let everything slide away from her mind; her worries and cares seemed to whisp quickly away like a breeze on a hot summer's day.

The calmness of the room helped Carmena center herself. It gave her a sense of safety, which she rarely felt anymore. Safety had been an issue since the accident, but not in the sense someone would usually assume. She feared the pain of losing someone again, of trusting the wrong person and getting hurt. Her heart could only break so many times before it shattered into thousands of little pieces that couldn't be reassembled. Here, though, her mind drifted away from that. The sun seemed to pull the negative away from the burdened girl, making her feel light as air.

She could breathe.

The silence was erased with the sound of a slow tune, a melody on the piano done by Ludovico Einaudi. Nuovole Blanche, to be exact. It was one that put the little Italian in a state of Nirvana, and she began her dance. Ballet slippers let her move up into a point, slowly moving with the slow beginning of the song. She hardly ever opened her eyes, knowing every move by heart in her mind like it was a home movie, guiding her from move to move gracefully. Her body obeyed her mind in perfect synchronization.

Every step she took was elegent, every pose perfect. She was flawless in her steps, and it was evident much time and effort had been placed in this particular routine. It was true, she took her dancing very seriously, and this song seemed to touch her heart and soul more so than most. She became the melody, flowing easily with the tune and keeping in harmony with the rhythm. It looked easy, what she was doing, though it required skill and grace to pull off the moves perfectly.

She could move.

Dance had always been something the little Italian was passionate about. From an early age she was enrolled in prestigious dance academies, learning from the best that money could get. Her talent was incredible, everyone said. This and her music were her strong suits, writing and sports following. But dance would always be her passion, her release. It gave her a chance to express herself when her words failed to do so. Even if she was only by herself, it helped her tune into her emotions, know exactly how she was feeling and interpret into the spirit of the dance.

The music sped up further, the moves getting more intense and light as the sad song became more joyous. Her heart soared as she kept going, twirling and leaping with poise that would make an angel jealous. She could act like herself again when she danced, let out the happy girl that had been trapped under the rubble of her broken heart. Dancing turned back time, it made her feel alive again. She didn't have to worry about being loved and cared for because the music did that for her. Life wasn't just numb like it usually was. The weight of depression was lifted from her, like it was no big deal.

She could feel.

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[DELTA OLIVIA GRACE COBIN]

Hey Hailz,
Ill tell you one thing before I even read the app. Its not complete. You should have read the rules underneath the roleplay sample section before deleting them. We don't accept apps that say " see ------- application". Each app must have a role play sample, even if its the same as the last app you did and even if it was only a few hours ago. Its just so that all apps are completed and role players looking through profiles and applications don't have to go looking for samples. Fix that up and Ill get onto reading the app.

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[DELTA OLIVIA GRACE COBIN]

Would have liked to have seen a little bit more about her life after being turned but since its the sites birthday Ill let you have her. Now lets get these charries plotting!