Post by astra on May 1, 2011 2:59:45 GMT -5
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Stella Luna Greene
[/color][/i]Stella Luna Greene
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" Just because I'm hurting
Doesn't mean I'm hurt
Doesn't mean I get what I deserved
No better no worse"[/center]
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~ my cbox name is : Astra
~ how did you find us?: Mizaki told me and affiliate
~i also play: None yet
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~ my name is : Stella Luna Greene
~ call me : Miss Loon
~ i am :
101
~ born on : April 3rd, 1910
~ my twin : Jojo
~ gender : Female
~ i like : Boys
~ species : vampire
~ type : vegetarian
~ animal form : n/a
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~ about me :
What to say about Miss Loon... She's stubborn. She's terribly stubborn. She doesn't like change, so you can imagine becoming a vampire was something Stella absolutely hated. She's also very curious, which she got from her father. She loves mysteries (although her brother VJ could say he loved them more) and loves to solve them, maybe a bit too much. She hates mystery books because she'll figure them out BEFORE she finishes the book. But she has found a few mystery books that gave her such twists that she was delighted to no end reading them. Few books she read more than once, but the ones that she did were the Robert Langdon series by Dan Brown, Nancy Drew books, and Ten Little Indians. It's hard to get her hooked onto new books, as she's too stubborn to change her library. It takes a lot of effort to get Miss Loon to change.
~ my family :
Mother: Astraea Greene, human, deceased
Father: Daniel Greene, human, deceased
Brother: Vincent James "VJ" Greene, deceased
Sister: Natalia Greene, deceased
If it's not too much trouble, may Stella fill one of the open cannon spots in the Sangue Reale Coven?
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~ i love : 3+ likes
[/li][li][/color]Purple anything
[/li][li][/color]Reading
[/li][li][/color]Music by Frank Sinatra, Bing Crosby
[/li][li][/color]Learning about vampire history
[/li][li][/color]Phantom of the Opera
[/li][li][/color]Mysteries[/li][/ul]
~ i hate : 3+ dislikes
[/li][li][/color]Rap music
[/li][li][/color]Thieves
[/li][li][/color]Mystery books
[/li][li][/color]Stubborn people
[/li][li][/color]Controlling men
[/li][li][/color]Not being able to do what she wants to do
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~ history :
Born in 1910, four years before World War 1, Miss Stella Luna Greene was born in the United States to Mr Daniel and Mrs Astraea Green, the first of three children for the family. Her brother, Vincent James, was born in 1915, a year after World War 1 started. Daniel narrowly escaped the Draft, instead working to produce the tanks, bullets, and rifles for the soldiers overseas. Stella's family was a middle class family, they weren't wealthy but they were considered "upper middle class".
When WWI ended in 1918, that's when Stella's world nearly went to hell, in some ways you could say it did. While Stella was out on a date, her family's house caught on fire and her father, mother, brother and newborn sister died in the accident. When Stella arrived at the ashes of her family home she felt her heart break and she wanted no part of the cruel world she lived in now. With the money her parents had in the bank, the 1920's for Stella didn't really change much. She bought an apartment in the city her family lived in and went to work at the local bookstore but she didn't date anymore. Soon the pain became too much for Stella and she packed and moved overseas to England, traveling down to Italy.
Now many older members of society scolded Stella for not marrying, as it was now 1925, she was 25, and she was still not married. Stella just said she wasn't ready, but she was too stubborn. She hated change, even though she moved halfway across the world to get away from her old home. She didn't want a man to tell her what she could and could not do, she loved her freedom, she loved that she could do anything she pleased without a man holding her hand.
Soon after she moved to Italy, however, she saw a handsome Italian man near a fountain. She was walking home from dinner with friends, the moon overhead, and she saw him. His skin looked like the stone he was standing near, and his eyes were a deep auburn color. As she passed, the man quickly started following her, staying twenty feet behind her. As she walked, she kept trying to lose him, turning at an alley here, but he was always behind her. She soon started running but she felt two cold arms wrap around her and hold her tight to a cold, hard body. She kicked and screamed but was soon silenced as a hand went over her mouth. The man whispered not to move as he slowly kissed along her neck. Stella's eyes closed but flew open once she felt teeth sink into her shoulder. She screamed, the pain nearly blinding her. After what seemed like hours he let go and let her drop to the ground.
Her shoulder was on fire. She grabbed at the wound and pressed her hand down on it but it only made it feel worse. She screamed and whithered in agony, trying to stop the pain. The man picked her up and ran, carrying her to an abandoned part of town. After dropping her in one of the buildings, he left.
Three days later, Stella woke up to her scared realization that she was now a vampire. She looked in the mirror and nearly screamed. Her deep blue eyes were now gone, they were replaced with bright red ones. Unnatural. Her skin was now very pale and the sun that shone through the boarded window made her now stone like skin sparkle in the light, making Stella jump away from the light, like it scared her. Her brown hair looked fuller, blonde highlights were now more prominent.
She looked beautiful. Insanely beautiful, the kind of beauty one would only find in paintings or fantasy. Of course, she didn't like it. As said before, she hated change, and this was a big one.
As the decades rolled by, Stella lived through another World War, Stalin controlling Italy, and the Cold War. She rarely drank human blood, the thought disgusting her, but she did "eat" them. She would find those who's blood smelled the most sweet to her and kill them, drinking from them until they ran dry. When her disgust finally reached it's peak in 1990, she ran into the Italian Countryside. There, there were little humans, so she had to find other ways to live. It was there that she found out she could drink from animals and still live fairly well. Many years later she decided to rejoin the humans in Italy, finding an apartment in Rome to live in during the day, and at night, acting as night watchmen for Rome's museums.
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~ role play sample :
Sleep. Dead sleep. That's what they called it. Adelaide just called it sleep. She didn't care if she couldn't be awakened for ten hours she was just glad she could sleep without anybody interrupting her...Of course that meant she had to run her district when she was awake...and Adelaide much preferred running it when she had something to look forward to later. Today was something that Adelaide looked forward to but at the same time hated with a passion.
Family Reunion/Meeting from Hell.
Adelaide sat up in her king sized bed and looked around, well the sun was setting, but she didn't know what time it was. Ah well. She rolled out of bed and walked to her window seat, her bare feet making little noise as she walked across the wood floors. Why wood? All old houses had wood floors, that's just how it was, she had rugs under her bed and in front of dressers just so the floor wouldn't be very cold in the autumn, because it did get cold.
She sat down on the seat and opened the curtains just a bit. Her bedroom overlooked one of the streets of town, near the clothing and jewelry shop. Not many people were out and about now, she looked at the clock and nodded at the time, getting rather late, then closed the curtain and looked around the room. Her dark wood canopy bed sat in the middle of the west wall, and her dresser with her flat screen television on the other side, though the television was rarely used. Near the dresser was a guitar stand, a blue acoustic guitar sitting in it. Adelaide rarely played it, but when she did she only did to remember her sister, she missed Kitty.
The leader of the vampires stood up off the bench and strode into the bathroom, pressing a button on the wall to let the maids know to bring her breakfast, since getting up at sunset was her morning, and she took off her red silk nightgown. Her entire staff were vampires, few humans worked there and when they did they worked when the vampires were asleep. Someone has to keep this large mansion in tip top condition, and it wasn't going to be Adelaide.
She turned the water on in the shower and brushed her hair before entering, not wanting it to tangle even more in the shower. She stepped in and hissed at the hot water, then turned it down a bit before washing up. The hot water relaxed her back and shoulders, making the vampire sigh in relief. She was stressed out so much the day before about this meeting she nearly drained one of her patients here.
Yes, Adelaide did have control over her bloodlust but she was nearly out of control worried about today. Her sisters never got along now, Sera was the only one who cared about them all, Kitty despised her guts and Vira, well she was just mad. Once out of the shower Adelaide wrapped a warm white towel around her and stepped back into her bedroom, where she saw a tray of food sitting on her bed, waiting for her. The staff worked well, she hardly ever saw them, which was good. She liked her privacy.
She dried herself off then grabbed her red silk robe and put it on, sitting on her bed she looked at the food and just grabbed the glass on the tray and downing it in three gulps. Blood was needed today, even if she could control her lust, she needed it, she then put the tray on her window seat, Adelaide didn't feel like eating. She walked over to her dresser and pulled out her bra and underwear, tossed them on the bed, then opened another drawer and pulled out her black trouser jeans, ones that looked like dress pants but weren't, then pulled out a gray three quarter sleeve cardigan and a black tank top from another drawer.
After getting dressed Adelaide walked over to her vanity and looked at the jewelry sitting in her brown jewelry box with a floral pattern on the top, she picked up the cross necklace and put it on, then put in her cross earrings, was she religious? Nope, why did she wear them then? She liked it when new vampires thought that crosses were evil and she liked the irony of wearing them. After putting them on she just put on red lipstick and black eyeliner, not putting on much else. She didn't really need it, being a vampire and all. She did however, put on perfume. There was a scent that smelled like berries that she loved to wear and she wore it today, feeling like it was a good occasion to wear it and not smell like blood.
She stood up and grabbed her boots from her closet, lacing them up to her knees. Adelaide liked wearing black, not because it was what stereotypical vampires wore but because it hid a lot of things and makes you look smaller. She buttoned the cardigan up and brushed her teeth before leaving her bedroom, pressing the button again to take the tray away and finish cleaning the room. As she walked down the stairs she heard someone down in the front hall opening a closet, then shutting it, a dull thud echoing through the mansion. It wasn't decorated much, but there were pieces of art hanging on the walls and statues and vases around the house.
Adelaide walked up to the butler who threw the cloak around her shoulders and buttoned it up. The cloak wasn't black and red, nooo. This cloak was a replica of the renaissance, rabbit fur lined the hood and the sides of the cloak, making it warm in winter, and the fabric was a medium blue color, the color of water on a clear summer's day. It was warm and it served it's purpose. It didn't hide her during the night but she didn't really care if it did or not. She was the leader.
And no one questioned it or challenged her ways.
She walked down the front steps of the house into the front lawn, walking down a cobblestone path, her cloak flying behind her. It took twenty minutes to get from her house to the mayor's office if walking....But running it'd only take five if she jogged.
Off she went like a speeding bullet, her boots making a clicking noise as each heel tapped the floor, her hood flew off her head and the cold wind didn't sting her as much as she thought it would. Her hair flew behind her and she looked like an angel running by, if only it were that simple. Daddy dearest decided to change her into a damnation! A devil! The church thought vampires were evil and so did the rest of the world. Adelaide cared a bit, they didn't know them, the only cruel ones were the young ones, as they aged they got more control and they felt guilt. Adelaide never experienced that. Her father kept her locked in her room, sending her blood. Injections made her bloodlust control grow larger, and her skin became impervious to the sun's deadly rays, she was young, but she was powerful.
Which was why nobody questioned her.
She stopped outside the mayor's office, fixing her hair and putting her hood back up, before entering the room and seeing Sera there, with her cat. Adelaide's heels made no sound as she entered, but she was sure Sera heard the door. "Hello sister." Adelaide took off her hood and smiled at Sera, glad to see her again.
Sera was, after all, her favorite sister.
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