Post by tkun on Apr 4, 2011 17:02:26 GMT -5
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Dresden Blaire Crowley
[/color][/i]Dresden Blaire Crowley
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" cloud in the mists of time
you must take aim and play your game
emotional neglect is the price that you must pay to your desire
it's alsatia
you just believe in the lie to forget the awful truth "[/center]
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~ my cbox name is : timmie
~ how did you find us?: advertising board
~i also play: n/a
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~ my name is : dresden blaire crowley
~ call me : n/a
~ i am : nineteen
~ born on : december 24th, 1991
~ my twin : sandra alvarenga
~ gender : female
~ i like : both
~ species : vampire
~ type : newborn
~ animal form : n/a
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~ about me : Dresden suffers from anti-social personality disorder. Appearing sadistic, she expresses delight in other’s dismay; when in actuality, she could care less. She’s plastic; barely ever honest about her true feelings, not that it ever mattered to her as she had little friends. Throughout her teenage years, Dresden developed a derisive attitude due to loneliness and inherent boredom, which worsened after she was turned. Now a vampire, she feels invincible, as if she can do and say anything she wants to because of the venom rushing through her veins. How wrong.
A lover of Gothic style and elegance, Dresden dons a gloomy deposition with the aid of cosmetics from time to time, depending on her mood. Possibly due to her affinity for aesthetics, the newborn is quite vain. Combined with her dark fashion, the young woman has quite a colorful, creative mind and is actually very humorous; although, her sense of humor is a bit crude. She is not trusting and is in constant paranoia by her own surroundings. Indulgent, she believes in living (eternal) life to its fullest and having fun while she can. Life is a drag: that’s her motto. Rarely is she excited about things; especially romance and personal relationships.
~ my family :
Hansen Crowley, 50, human, father
Rebecca, 47, human, mother
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~ i love :
[/li][li][/color]music Being the fickle individual she is, Dresden has decided that she needed to put time to great use; since… she has an unlimited amount of it. She appreciates music as a vampire more than she did as a human.
[/li][li][/color] literature Yet another part of life she had taken for granted in her mortal years. The vampire is an avid reader; she prefers supernatural folklore and comic books.
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~ i hate :
[/li][li][/color] people; especially her parents for forsaking her. Dresden has very cynical views of the word, causing her to distrust other beings.
[/li][li][/color]boredom Self-explanatory. xD
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~ history :
Dresden took many things in her life for granted— wealth, loving parents, and most lastly, opportunities most teenagers did not have. She weary of her current life and desperately wanted a change. At the age of fifteen, she acquired interest in the occult, as well as supernatural myths. What struck her attention most was the myth of vampires. She received most of her information about the race via internet conspiracy theory websites, folklore literature and movies from public culture. This interest in the occult and supernatural soon evolved from innocent curiosity to dark obsession. Soon, emulating the vampire lifestyle became a second nature to her—drinking false blood, sleeping in ‘coffins’ she crafted herself—she believed herself to be a true vampire.
The illusion never faded, and it frightened her parents to the point where they hired therapist after therapist; once they hired an exorcist to expel the ‘demon’ that might have possessed their daughter. Dresden grew eerily dark during her teenage years; once an honor-roll student, the teenager began losing interest in education and spending most of her time locked into her room in the daylight—only to skulk out of her home at night and conjure ‘magick’ with kindred spirits, those into the vampiric occult.
Somehow, Dresden’s unusual lifestyle was kept secret throughout the family and her small neighborhood. The relationship between her and her parents dwindled; threatening to kick her out of the house, they gave their daughter the ultimatum of ridding herself from her unhealthy interest in vampirism, or being abandoned as their daughter. Of course, Dresden chose the latter and began to live on her own. She moved a four hundred miles away, so a city rumored to be a cesspool of supernatural activity, Cleveland City, Ohio. Seventeen and emancipated, Dresden continued to live ‘as a modern day vampire.’
On a rainy day in Cleveland City, Dresden courageously meandered down an empty alleyway wearing a shirt captioned, ‘Vampires R Real.’ She was soon approached by a man presumed to be in his early thirties. The scruffy man seemed highly amused, presumably at the young woman’s shirt. The man would then encircle her, soon constricting her against a brick wall with inhumane strength. He could smell the human blood in her; his nose traced her neck, and before baring his teeth as if he were about to consume a meal, he questioned the girl’s so called knowledge of vampires. Dresden was far too frightened to answer; her mind was far too busy registering the event before her.
Vampires were real; and they were nothing like how she envisioned them. She whispered into the man’s ear, a plea regarding immortality. She soon lost consciousness, only to wake hours later feeling like she’s never before. It took her a while to remember previous events; however, once she did, she couldn’t help but to break down out of fear. She almost died. It was then she realized that the supernatural wasn’t a game to play with-- that it was real, and that she was special. The bite mark on her neck and her enhanced physical abilities served as proof she wasn’t dreaming. She was a vampire. Who knew what she spent years erroneously emulating was merely fictitious inaccuracies? Who knew that the real thing was so much better?
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~ role play sample :
Ashton shrugged her shoulders after the girl apologizing, expressing expected indifference. It was only once the skater noticed what the clumsy girl’s elbow actually accomplished that caused her to switch from ‘whatever, it’s cool’ to ‘what the fuck?’ Her elbow brushed across her booth's table, against the paper tablet, sliding it to the edge of the table until it fell on a linoleum floor tile. Eyes narrowed in slight annoyance, she carefully bent forward and extended her pale arms under the booth’s table to retrieve the lyric pad. Upon recovering it, she securely placed it in her rear pant-pocket, eying the dark-eyed stranger while doing so. To her, and obviously plenitudes of onlookers, the young woman was attractive. She had a simplistic beauty that did not appear forced with caked make-up and other substances girls felt so strongly about using. She looked to be around Ashton’s age if not older by a year or two. A sloppy, nonchalant aura danced around her; Ashton would have considered it somewhat endearing if she hadn’t almost knocked her food into her lap. Due to monotony and loneliness, Ashton decided to set the mistake aside and make conversation with this girl. She was alone, at a four-person table, which was odd as hell. Perhaps she was expecting company? The guitarist didn’t necessarily care; she merely wanted someone to talk to get rid of the itchy ennui.
“It’s cool.” Ashton calmly stated before stuffing a piece of shrimp into her mouth and chewing politely; she was far more well-mannered around attractive female strangers. Looking sloppy (her usual appeal) was reserved for her male friends—and girls whom she trusted enough to let her true colors show. “So, why are you sitting all alone over there anyway? Wouldn’t you like to chill with me? Have a titillating conversation about… I don’t know, why you’re sitting all by your lonesome?” She deadpanned, staring into the eyes of the gorgeous stranger, deliberately placing yet another strip of fried sea food in her mouth upon waiting for the reply that just might have caught her attention and entertained.
Ashton silently hoped the young woman her words were directed at her and not someone else in the restaurant. She’d look like a complete ass. A lonely one. Thin, pale fingers idly tapped on the homely chipped wooden table. It was then at the moment Ashton realized she had forgotten her means of communication with her friends; her cellphone, the God of the modern teenager. The last time she actually held the thing was last night, now that she thought about it. She was far too busy ‘nerding’ it out, reading books and searching the web for random comedy clips on youtube. Unlike most young people of the modern day, Ashton failed to put the latest technologies on a high pedestal. She didn’t need to have her cellphone everywhere, nor did she need to check her facebook status every five minutes. Granted, she enjoyed technological advances, but she enjoyed living life in its purist, physical form much more.
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