Post by Carmen Flare on May 15, 2008 17:55:01 GMT -5
name: Carmen [Flare]
physical age: 18-20
real age: 89
gender: Female
orientation: Straight
species: Vampire.
class: Depending on how she is viewed from really, if she is viewed as a vampire, then a servat of one that is currently under her search, if viewed by humans, she is shown as though she is any other human, even though she is a creature who only resembles their sepcies.
sire: Marco Dinzel changed Carmen, but this information is unknown to her, being as she was unable to see her sire, as it was dark, but she could always remember the cold touch of his lips pressing against her neck before piercing his fangs deep within her neck's flesh.
wealth: Currently, on the way she has been living, enough to live, which is only enough to afford a home with nice enough furniture for her liking.
history of wealth:
Carmen had always grown up unwealthy, and she felt as though she will from then on anyway. Her parents were no idols one would chose, her parents were people who couldn't even afford what she had now. She had, in the past, almost been kicked out of her two room apartment, which barely cost anything, and almost got sent to the streets, but of course, she was biten, and since she was unable to return to her home, being as she knew what would happen, she began to live off on her own, only to find herself in almost the same path, only a slight bit more fortunate.
job:
Working at the world's worse bar, where, of course, she barely gets paid, but she is paid enough to live off well.
The bar's exterior detail was not all that impressive, nor the interior detail. The bar was hidden within the alley way, the sign hung over top of the beat-looking door swayed from front to back, making a slight screeching noises, able to send chills up one's back. Not like anyone around here would really care. Everyone who passed here was either High, or they were drunk and were looking to get even drunker because some other bar kicked them out.
This bar was not someone's number one pick, and it would be surprising if it were in the top five choices, for the bar was the greatest place to sit and chat with other's. The inside of the place was filled with a thick blanket of smoke, coming from those who smoked cigars, or cigarettes, the fog-like substance was able to make one choke if they weren't use to the smell. The seats were worn out, and some only had three legs from previous bar fights, when the drunk men would get mad for some reason, and try and beat someone else up with a chair.
The chair's detail wasn't all that great either. It looked like it was made by a beginner carpender; The seat looked old and worn out, as though it were picked from a Garbage; The legs were about to make the chair and the drunken one to fall over at any moment.
The stools were the same as well, exactly the same, worn out seats, and broken legs. If the seats had been cleaned occasionally, then maybe they would've looked a lot better, since the wood was rather nice looking when it was clean, and the seat would've been a nice dark red color as well. Dark enough to remind one of blood.
specialties:
Specialties are very limited in Carmen's life, even though she should appear at the age of 89, her nearly immortal body can do far more then what she should be doing, but, there is not to many of her specialties. Her finest specialty is either louring someone into a dark area, and sucking their blood from within their own veins, or, making the perfect drink to drunken one into becoming the perfect victim, which, is mostly all to easy.
Her fine beauty, like all other vampires, really, is what does most of the work. Her young appearance attract those who are single, or, even those who wish to break their own wife or girlfriend's heart, they would use a lady such as Carmen to do so, but then again, Carmen is nearly the one doing most of the using.
hobbies:
Other then sucking blood from those who least expect it, Carmen has other hobbies as well;
-Her main hobbie, is to an instrument to do with strings, if it's from the finest violin, to a hard core guitar, Carmen is into all string instruments, even though her main two are violins and Guitars, if not strings, then she plays the piono, it being her third favorite instrument.
-Music is like a cure of the heart. It dances around Carmen like the cure it is, attracting her into almost any way. Her love for music is like her love for a man; it had might as well as be her boyfriend really. When at the bar, she can't help but switch on the music player when there's only a few drunk men, who are oddly keeping quiet in their own little areas, mostly wishing to either be alone, or are just to drunk to talk.
weakness:
Carmen's way isn't perfect, other then unable to keep a large amount of cash in her pocket, she has other weaknesses, too;
x-Even though she has a love for music, she can't seem to dance some ways, making her unwilling to participate in any dancing events and such like so.
x-Her weakness is water. She is unable to swim, do to a near drowning incodent when she was five, she never dared herself to go near the threatening liuide, as she thought it may cost her life, or a life of another.
other: Growing up as a vampire since the age of eighteen wasn't all that hard for Carmen, being as she grew more and more interested in men, and their behavior when she turned eighteen. At first, it was hard, but after awhile, she grew fond of the power, liking how she could trap any man into her arms, then biting their necks, to claim that they would be her's.
She had no actual interest in human men, ever since she broke up with that last human boy before turning into a vampire.
At the age of eighteen, Carmen and her boyfriend had been walking among the streets of London, talking, but when her boyfriend, froze, turning to her, she stopped as well, him telling her he could no longer be with her.
After that moment, she quickly ran home in tears, wondering why her boyfriend would be all lovey dovey like usual.
Her father was an abusive man, and he had killed her mother when she had only been the age of three. She had a twin brother, but he ran away, beginning to disgust his father.
She had no one to tell about her painful experience, her father out drunk, like always, so she wasn't going to go to him. She decided maybe it'd be best to go for a walk.
She grew up in the streets of London, not on them, but around them. Her family wasn't rich, and they only had enough money to stay in the two room apartment, but slowly they lost that money when her father began to smoke more cigars then before, and, gamble.
Moving along the dark streets, she headed to wards a corner shop not too far away, taking an alley way, but as she did, she heard a voice, coming to an irrupt stop as she did, feeling sudden chills along her back, as she felt a cold breath go along her neck, and she frowned.
" Hello, Carmen, " the voice had said. Carmen didn't know why or how he knew her name, but she knew he did.
She turned around, a man standing behind her, grabbed hold of her waist, and pulled her to wards him. His pale skin was cold, but soft, her hands just wanting to touch, to feel it every time she felt him breath on her. She felt as though she was under a spell, which, she probably was, her eyes staring at her, and looking as though she had no control over her actions. Her body allowed him to take her in, allow him to nip at her neck, until, he showed thick long fang-like teeth, making her yelp as she felt the teeth press into her pale neck, and before she fainted, the man bit hard on his tongue, and slipped it inside her mouth licking the roof of her mouth, and the blood slipped off his tongue, and down into her throat, and not long after, she fainted.
She woke up the next morning, her skin paler then before, and everything blurry, her breath colder then ever, and she felt a slight bit weak- But that wasn't the only thing odd. She felt as though her fang teeth had grown, and to make sure, she moved her tongue along her teeth, licking over them carefully, until she reached the fang teeth, and cut her tongue, and gasped.
Finding out she was a vampire, she knew it was best that she not return home, knowing her father's instant reaction would be to kill her within moments of finding out.
After years of being a Vampire, her thirst for blood grew stronger and stronger, completely forgetting about who had bit her, and allowed their own blood to slick down her throat.
( Decided to add history as the Other :3 )
physical appearance:
Thin pale skin, black shoulder length hair, bright blue eyes... And sharp threatening teeth, as well as a nicely curved body. All of the appearences of what any other Vampire would have. Natural beauty, followed by beautiful bright blue eyes, many loving them, of course.
Her face looked like it was painted by a high skilled painter, painting only the beautifullest women in the world, of course, compared to other vampires, she was looked like any other women that lived the way she did.
Her curved body drove human men against their will, driving them into her, as if wanting to be her victim, walking into her like the suckers they were.
Her shoulder length black hair usually either pulled up into a ponytail, or, let loose, either way, she looks emo. Her bangs hanging within her pale white face, and a little bit of her right eye.
personality:
Depending on what relation ship is how she treats you, or, what race you are, or gender.
Usually, to werewolves, she treats them like an enemie, throwing them down and treating them like dirt, since Werewolves and Vampires are long life enemies, and all. So of course, she'd treat them like that. Her personality becoming as thought she was rude and mean, wanting to take them down with every possibility.
Other Vampires are sometimes a problem, and sometimes not. She usually doesn't get along with women outside her family, but men are different. I gess you could say she needs men in order to survive. It's like men are the only people she sucks blood from, and ever will suck blood from. Mainly, she prefers male vampires, for they seem to be the more polite type, the human men being the jock like men, or the ones that are always drunk, she only sucks blood from human men, nothing more, and it will never be more.
Family and friends are usually treated like how she usually acts. Sometimes she's kind, and sometimes she's mean, as though she has a split personality of a sort.
schedule:
During the day, is mostly lurking within the day's darkness, depending on where that may be, if not trying to dodge the sunlight, she prefers to stay within the darkness of the bar she is employed at, willing to work there full time, at times, of course.
birth:
She was born in a hospital like any other human, but was transformed into a vampire, almost nearly like any other vampire was transformed like, unless of course, they were fully blooded vampires.
childhood:
Growing like she had when she was young made one feel bad for her.
Her father was an alcoholic. Arriving home late at night as drunk as can be, blaming his troubles on Carmen, and the rest of her family. Her past was too dark for her to wish to remember, but all she can remember is the screaming coming from her mother's and father's room.
Of course, being the monster he was, he arrived home from the bar, after being fired at his recent job, and he was obviously drunk over what he should've been. Carmen's mother asked what had been wrong, but he reacted in a thing of violence lundging at her with a broken bottle that had been in his hands as he walked through the door, stricking her on the back of the head. Thinking that didn't do the trick, even though it had, he struck her again, this time in the chest, lowering her chances of surviving.
Carmen only being the young age of three, could only remember as much as the stricking, and how she and her brother had been in a
room down the hall, hearing the screams of their fear filled mother. A loud thud echoed through the small apartment, of course, reaching the young infants ears, but hearing their father marching towards the room, they quickly hid before he was able to figure out they had been watching. Finding nothing in view inside the small muggy room known as the children's room, he grunted in anger, and marched off.
After several years of her mother's death, her and her brother had continued to live with their father, for they were affraid to know what he'd do if they got loose, so they preferred to stay home, and not mess with him.
She was twelve, sitting in her small room filled with so many bad memories, the walls dented when her and her brother was thrown against them, beaten against their every will.
Her twin brother growing sicken to this torture, he took his only chance, and escaped one night, wanting Carmen to escape along with him, but she knew what would happen if her father would ever happen to find them. So, she said no, of course, but allowed her brother to go if that was what he wished.
transformation:
Yet again, years later, Carmen had been walking alone along the streets, unaware of the lurking creatures within it's darkness, only to be trapped within it's grasp, of course. Alone in an alley way isn't the safest way to be SAFE. Alone she walked, being the age of eighteen, and still in the hands of her deadly father, she didn't care what kind of kidnapper would pick her up, for they would be twice as better as her father.
Unfortunatly, what had picked her up was no where near as human as she thought would've ever picked up as she lurked amoungst the alley way, saying that she was only out for a short walk with her boyfriend, but of course, being as he had left her previously, she wasn't.
The cold lips of the boy that had layed his long skinny fingers on her, pressed gently against her neck, treating it so gracefully, treating it like it was his treasuer, flicking his toungue against her neck like it was his favirote type of ice cream, and he wanted to cheerish the moment. His teeth went so carefully, yet quickly within the flesh of her neck, making the helpless girl moan out in pain, which she had tought herself to let in the pain, allow it to take over, and keep herself silent. The man sucked her blood frm her veins like it was coming from a straw inside of a cup, drinking a rather enjoying drink one wouldn't want to remove their lips from. After drinking her blood so good as he had, he brushed his lips up to her's, kissing them only a few minutes longer, before biting his own lips, and allowing his blood to rush from him, to her throat.
prey:
Men are such easy targets to Carmen. They would be willing to do anything for Carmen's body structer, unless they were smart enough to notice the evil within her eyes, then of course, they wouldn't fall for it, which is why Carmen worked at a bar, usually attracting the younger men in the bar, if not, the older ones tried to get a piece of her, but she would not allow it. Older men was not of her liking.
relationships:
Heart pounding like a drum on it's solo. When the man pressed his cold pale lips against her neck, her heart raced faster then she ever thought it would before, of course, she was unable to see his face within the darkness, so her feelings for the man did not reach out, and of course, being as it had been quite some time, she began to doubt she really did like him in the first place.
family:
Her family would've been a nice family, or at least, a normal family if her father was someone else... Anyone else.
Her father had been working as a carpender, coming home either late, or, early in the morning, for he'd always visit the bar afterwards, making it worse for the small family.
Her brother was quiet, and was mostly to either himself, or to Carmen, being as his mother was killed, he didn't have anyone else to tell them about his worse nightmare, which, Carmen didn't blame him, of course, she had been the same way.
Her mother was a nice lady, deserving MUCH more then what she had been receiving. Her eyes resemble to those of an angel, her smile would make any one smile, unless if you were Carmen's father of course. She was too nice for her own good, really.
codeword: Myrlin Manson!
rp sample:
Carmen's eyes shifted from left, to right, the twenty-four hour coffee shop which looked rather empty, being as it was late at night and all. It was nearly ten o'clock, the sun just recently going down an hour or two previously, which led no surprise that there wouldn't be anybody in the nice, warm shop.
Employees were preparing to leave once their shift was over, most shifts were over at ten, some at ten thirty, leaving probably less then five workers, since there wasn't as many people who would hang around late at night, since who knows what could enter.
A grin appeared along Carmen pale face, her eye brows raising slightly, as she walked over towards the counter, and awaited for someone to arrive and take her order. After a mininute or so, a man no less then sixteen walked up, giving the usually coffee shop smile, as he waited for her to tell him her order.
" What would you like? " The boy asked, his finger tips against the mechanical cash register, as if wanting to get a quick starting so she wouldn't have to wait long.
" I'll have... A cup of tea... " Carmen replied, even though she had no intention of actually drinking the tea, she was more interested what would wound up landing at the coffee shop, really.
" Alright, anything else? " The boy ask, putting it down on the cash register, then eyeing her once again.
" No, no, that's all. "
" Okay, that'll b- "
Before he could finish, Carmen moved her face close to his, licking the edges of her unseen fangs, and grinned. The boy was covered with pink and red blushes, making Carmen finding that a slight bit cute, but cute wasn't what she was looking for... It was more for what he had; His blood.
" Why don't you come with me? " Carmen asked, raising an eye brow, her breath cold as always. The boy didn't reply, he gulped, and shook his head nervously, but Carmen wouldn't accept No for an answer. " Come on... You can ditch this place, right? I'm sure nobody'll notice, just for a little while? "
The boy loosend up, relazing a bit, and sighed, " Okay... "
Carmen grinned with full delight, standing up straight, as she headed towards the door, turning her head around once her fingers were wrapped around the handle of the door. She could see he boy nervously coming from behind the counter, his eyes shifty from left to right, trying to get himself from there, to outside quickly as he rushed over.
Once outside, Carmen pressed her lips up against his, her eyes shutting firmly, and her arms springing around him. The sudden movement left the boy shocked as Carmen was louring him into a dark area, him not really wanting to go it, but something in the back of his mind said go ahead.
After awhile, Carmen pulled her lips from his, a soft hissing noise coming from the back of her throat, as she trailed down to his neck, kissing it hungerly, the boy letting out soft moans as she did so. Her fang teeth showed, going to his neck, but not quite going in, more just touching his skin, as she licked inbetween the spot of where her two fang teeth were soon going to enter.
She bit in, sucking on the young man's blood, the boy screaming out in pain, but they were to far into the darkness for people to tel lwhere the screaming was coming from. Finally, he stopped screaming, it turning into innocent whimpers, then into complete silence, to the point where he fainted, and landed on the ground, leaving Carmen with delight.
She left the boy, walking from the darkened area, and out to where the street lights were able to reach, the same grin on her face as she wiped the blood from her face, and sighed happily.
physical age: 18-20
real age: 89
gender: Female
orientation: Straight
species: Vampire.
class: Depending on how she is viewed from really, if she is viewed as a vampire, then a servat of one that is currently under her search, if viewed by humans, she is shown as though she is any other human, even though she is a creature who only resembles their sepcies.
sire: Marco Dinzel changed Carmen, but this information is unknown to her, being as she was unable to see her sire, as it was dark, but she could always remember the cold touch of his lips pressing against her neck before piercing his fangs deep within her neck's flesh.
wealth: Currently, on the way she has been living, enough to live, which is only enough to afford a home with nice enough furniture for her liking.
history of wealth:
Carmen had always grown up unwealthy, and she felt as though she will from then on anyway. Her parents were no idols one would chose, her parents were people who couldn't even afford what she had now. She had, in the past, almost been kicked out of her two room apartment, which barely cost anything, and almost got sent to the streets, but of course, she was biten, and since she was unable to return to her home, being as she knew what would happen, she began to live off on her own, only to find herself in almost the same path, only a slight bit more fortunate.
job:
Working at the world's worse bar, where, of course, she barely gets paid, but she is paid enough to live off well.
The bar's exterior detail was not all that impressive, nor the interior detail. The bar was hidden within the alley way, the sign hung over top of the beat-looking door swayed from front to back, making a slight screeching noises, able to send chills up one's back. Not like anyone around here would really care. Everyone who passed here was either High, or they were drunk and were looking to get even drunker because some other bar kicked them out.
This bar was not someone's number one pick, and it would be surprising if it were in the top five choices, for the bar was the greatest place to sit and chat with other's. The inside of the place was filled with a thick blanket of smoke, coming from those who smoked cigars, or cigarettes, the fog-like substance was able to make one choke if they weren't use to the smell. The seats were worn out, and some only had three legs from previous bar fights, when the drunk men would get mad for some reason, and try and beat someone else up with a chair.
The chair's detail wasn't all that great either. It looked like it was made by a beginner carpender; The seat looked old and worn out, as though it were picked from a Garbage; The legs were about to make the chair and the drunken one to fall over at any moment.
The stools were the same as well, exactly the same, worn out seats, and broken legs. If the seats had been cleaned occasionally, then maybe they would've looked a lot better, since the wood was rather nice looking when it was clean, and the seat would've been a nice dark red color as well. Dark enough to remind one of blood.
specialties:
Specialties are very limited in Carmen's life, even though she should appear at the age of 89, her nearly immortal body can do far more then what she should be doing, but, there is not to many of her specialties. Her finest specialty is either louring someone into a dark area, and sucking their blood from within their own veins, or, making the perfect drink to drunken one into becoming the perfect victim, which, is mostly all to easy.
Her fine beauty, like all other vampires, really, is what does most of the work. Her young appearance attract those who are single, or, even those who wish to break their own wife or girlfriend's heart, they would use a lady such as Carmen to do so, but then again, Carmen is nearly the one doing most of the using.
hobbies:
Other then sucking blood from those who least expect it, Carmen has other hobbies as well;
-Her main hobbie, is to an instrument to do with strings, if it's from the finest violin, to a hard core guitar, Carmen is into all string instruments, even though her main two are violins and Guitars, if not strings, then she plays the piono, it being her third favorite instrument.
-Music is like a cure of the heart. It dances around Carmen like the cure it is, attracting her into almost any way. Her love for music is like her love for a man; it had might as well as be her boyfriend really. When at the bar, she can't help but switch on the music player when there's only a few drunk men, who are oddly keeping quiet in their own little areas, mostly wishing to either be alone, or are just to drunk to talk.
weakness:
Carmen's way isn't perfect, other then unable to keep a large amount of cash in her pocket, she has other weaknesses, too;
x-Even though she has a love for music, she can't seem to dance some ways, making her unwilling to participate in any dancing events and such like so.
x-Her weakness is water. She is unable to swim, do to a near drowning incodent when she was five, she never dared herself to go near the threatening liuide, as she thought it may cost her life, or a life of another.
other: Growing up as a vampire since the age of eighteen wasn't all that hard for Carmen, being as she grew more and more interested in men, and their behavior when she turned eighteen. At first, it was hard, but after awhile, she grew fond of the power, liking how she could trap any man into her arms, then biting their necks, to claim that they would be her's.
She had no actual interest in human men, ever since she broke up with that last human boy before turning into a vampire.
At the age of eighteen, Carmen and her boyfriend had been walking among the streets of London, talking, but when her boyfriend, froze, turning to her, she stopped as well, him telling her he could no longer be with her.
After that moment, she quickly ran home in tears, wondering why her boyfriend would be all lovey dovey like usual.
Her father was an abusive man, and he had killed her mother when she had only been the age of three. She had a twin brother, but he ran away, beginning to disgust his father.
She had no one to tell about her painful experience, her father out drunk, like always, so she wasn't going to go to him. She decided maybe it'd be best to go for a walk.
She grew up in the streets of London, not on them, but around them. Her family wasn't rich, and they only had enough money to stay in the two room apartment, but slowly they lost that money when her father began to smoke more cigars then before, and, gamble.
Moving along the dark streets, she headed to wards a corner shop not too far away, taking an alley way, but as she did, she heard a voice, coming to an irrupt stop as she did, feeling sudden chills along her back, as she felt a cold breath go along her neck, and she frowned.
" Hello, Carmen, " the voice had said. Carmen didn't know why or how he knew her name, but she knew he did.
She turned around, a man standing behind her, grabbed hold of her waist, and pulled her to wards him. His pale skin was cold, but soft, her hands just wanting to touch, to feel it every time she felt him breath on her. She felt as though she was under a spell, which, she probably was, her eyes staring at her, and looking as though she had no control over her actions. Her body allowed him to take her in, allow him to nip at her neck, until, he showed thick long fang-like teeth, making her yelp as she felt the teeth press into her pale neck, and before she fainted, the man bit hard on his tongue, and slipped it inside her mouth licking the roof of her mouth, and the blood slipped off his tongue, and down into her throat, and not long after, she fainted.
She woke up the next morning, her skin paler then before, and everything blurry, her breath colder then ever, and she felt a slight bit weak- But that wasn't the only thing odd. She felt as though her fang teeth had grown, and to make sure, she moved her tongue along her teeth, licking over them carefully, until she reached the fang teeth, and cut her tongue, and gasped.
Finding out she was a vampire, she knew it was best that she not return home, knowing her father's instant reaction would be to kill her within moments of finding out.
After years of being a Vampire, her thirst for blood grew stronger and stronger, completely forgetting about who had bit her, and allowed their own blood to slick down her throat.
( Decided to add history as the Other :3 )
physical appearance:
Thin pale skin, black shoulder length hair, bright blue eyes... And sharp threatening teeth, as well as a nicely curved body. All of the appearences of what any other Vampire would have. Natural beauty, followed by beautiful bright blue eyes, many loving them, of course.
Her face looked like it was painted by a high skilled painter, painting only the beautifullest women in the world, of course, compared to other vampires, she was looked like any other women that lived the way she did.
Her curved body drove human men against their will, driving them into her, as if wanting to be her victim, walking into her like the suckers they were.
Her shoulder length black hair usually either pulled up into a ponytail, or, let loose, either way, she looks emo. Her bangs hanging within her pale white face, and a little bit of her right eye.
personality:
Depending on what relation ship is how she treats you, or, what race you are, or gender.
Usually, to werewolves, she treats them like an enemie, throwing them down and treating them like dirt, since Werewolves and Vampires are long life enemies, and all. So of course, she'd treat them like that. Her personality becoming as thought she was rude and mean, wanting to take them down with every possibility.
Other Vampires are sometimes a problem, and sometimes not. She usually doesn't get along with women outside her family, but men are different. I gess you could say she needs men in order to survive. It's like men are the only people she sucks blood from, and ever will suck blood from. Mainly, she prefers male vampires, for they seem to be the more polite type, the human men being the jock like men, or the ones that are always drunk, she only sucks blood from human men, nothing more, and it will never be more.
Family and friends are usually treated like how she usually acts. Sometimes she's kind, and sometimes she's mean, as though she has a split personality of a sort.
schedule:
During the day, is mostly lurking within the day's darkness, depending on where that may be, if not trying to dodge the sunlight, she prefers to stay within the darkness of the bar she is employed at, willing to work there full time, at times, of course.
birth:
She was born in a hospital like any other human, but was transformed into a vampire, almost nearly like any other vampire was transformed like, unless of course, they were fully blooded vampires.
childhood:
Growing like she had when she was young made one feel bad for her.
Her father was an alcoholic. Arriving home late at night as drunk as can be, blaming his troubles on Carmen, and the rest of her family. Her past was too dark for her to wish to remember, but all she can remember is the screaming coming from her mother's and father's room.
Of course, being the monster he was, he arrived home from the bar, after being fired at his recent job, and he was obviously drunk over what he should've been. Carmen's mother asked what had been wrong, but he reacted in a thing of violence lundging at her with a broken bottle that had been in his hands as he walked through the door, stricking her on the back of the head. Thinking that didn't do the trick, even though it had, he struck her again, this time in the chest, lowering her chances of surviving.
Carmen only being the young age of three, could only remember as much as the stricking, and how she and her brother had been in a
room down the hall, hearing the screams of their fear filled mother. A loud thud echoed through the small apartment, of course, reaching the young infants ears, but hearing their father marching towards the room, they quickly hid before he was able to figure out they had been watching. Finding nothing in view inside the small muggy room known as the children's room, he grunted in anger, and marched off.
After several years of her mother's death, her and her brother had continued to live with their father, for they were affraid to know what he'd do if they got loose, so they preferred to stay home, and not mess with him.
She was twelve, sitting in her small room filled with so many bad memories, the walls dented when her and her brother was thrown against them, beaten against their every will.
Her twin brother growing sicken to this torture, he took his only chance, and escaped one night, wanting Carmen to escape along with him, but she knew what would happen if her father would ever happen to find them. So, she said no, of course, but allowed her brother to go if that was what he wished.
transformation:
Yet again, years later, Carmen had been walking alone along the streets, unaware of the lurking creatures within it's darkness, only to be trapped within it's grasp, of course. Alone in an alley way isn't the safest way to be SAFE. Alone she walked, being the age of eighteen, and still in the hands of her deadly father, she didn't care what kind of kidnapper would pick her up, for they would be twice as better as her father.
Unfortunatly, what had picked her up was no where near as human as she thought would've ever picked up as she lurked amoungst the alley way, saying that she was only out for a short walk with her boyfriend, but of course, being as he had left her previously, she wasn't.
The cold lips of the boy that had layed his long skinny fingers on her, pressed gently against her neck, treating it so gracefully, treating it like it was his treasuer, flicking his toungue against her neck like it was his favirote type of ice cream, and he wanted to cheerish the moment. His teeth went so carefully, yet quickly within the flesh of her neck, making the helpless girl moan out in pain, which she had tought herself to let in the pain, allow it to take over, and keep herself silent. The man sucked her blood frm her veins like it was coming from a straw inside of a cup, drinking a rather enjoying drink one wouldn't want to remove their lips from. After drinking her blood so good as he had, he brushed his lips up to her's, kissing them only a few minutes longer, before biting his own lips, and allowing his blood to rush from him, to her throat.
prey:
Men are such easy targets to Carmen. They would be willing to do anything for Carmen's body structer, unless they were smart enough to notice the evil within her eyes, then of course, they wouldn't fall for it, which is why Carmen worked at a bar, usually attracting the younger men in the bar, if not, the older ones tried to get a piece of her, but she would not allow it. Older men was not of her liking.
relationships:
Heart pounding like a drum on it's solo. When the man pressed his cold pale lips against her neck, her heart raced faster then she ever thought it would before, of course, she was unable to see his face within the darkness, so her feelings for the man did not reach out, and of course, being as it had been quite some time, she began to doubt she really did like him in the first place.
family:
Her family would've been a nice family, or at least, a normal family if her father was someone else... Anyone else.
Her father had been working as a carpender, coming home either late, or, early in the morning, for he'd always visit the bar afterwards, making it worse for the small family.
Her brother was quiet, and was mostly to either himself, or to Carmen, being as his mother was killed, he didn't have anyone else to tell them about his worse nightmare, which, Carmen didn't blame him, of course, she had been the same way.
Her mother was a nice lady, deserving MUCH more then what she had been receiving. Her eyes resemble to those of an angel, her smile would make any one smile, unless if you were Carmen's father of course. She was too nice for her own good, really.
codeword: Myrlin Manson!
rp sample:
Carmen's eyes shifted from left, to right, the twenty-four hour coffee shop which looked rather empty, being as it was late at night and all. It was nearly ten o'clock, the sun just recently going down an hour or two previously, which led no surprise that there wouldn't be anybody in the nice, warm shop.
Employees were preparing to leave once their shift was over, most shifts were over at ten, some at ten thirty, leaving probably less then five workers, since there wasn't as many people who would hang around late at night, since who knows what could enter.
A grin appeared along Carmen pale face, her eye brows raising slightly, as she walked over towards the counter, and awaited for someone to arrive and take her order. After a mininute or so, a man no less then sixteen walked up, giving the usually coffee shop smile, as he waited for her to tell him her order.
" What would you like? " The boy asked, his finger tips against the mechanical cash register, as if wanting to get a quick starting so she wouldn't have to wait long.
" I'll have... A cup of tea... " Carmen replied, even though she had no intention of actually drinking the tea, she was more interested what would wound up landing at the coffee shop, really.
" Alright, anything else? " The boy ask, putting it down on the cash register, then eyeing her once again.
" No, no, that's all. "
" Okay, that'll b- "
Before he could finish, Carmen moved her face close to his, licking the edges of her unseen fangs, and grinned. The boy was covered with pink and red blushes, making Carmen finding that a slight bit cute, but cute wasn't what she was looking for... It was more for what he had; His blood.
" Why don't you come with me? " Carmen asked, raising an eye brow, her breath cold as always. The boy didn't reply, he gulped, and shook his head nervously, but Carmen wouldn't accept No for an answer. " Come on... You can ditch this place, right? I'm sure nobody'll notice, just for a little while? "
The boy loosend up, relazing a bit, and sighed, " Okay... "
Carmen grinned with full delight, standing up straight, as she headed towards the door, turning her head around once her fingers were wrapped around the handle of the door. She could see he boy nervously coming from behind the counter, his eyes shifty from left to right, trying to get himself from there, to outside quickly as he rushed over.
Once outside, Carmen pressed her lips up against his, her eyes shutting firmly, and her arms springing around him. The sudden movement left the boy shocked as Carmen was louring him into a dark area, him not really wanting to go it, but something in the back of his mind said go ahead.
After awhile, Carmen pulled her lips from his, a soft hissing noise coming from the back of her throat, as she trailed down to his neck, kissing it hungerly, the boy letting out soft moans as she did so. Her fang teeth showed, going to his neck, but not quite going in, more just touching his skin, as she licked inbetween the spot of where her two fang teeth were soon going to enter.
She bit in, sucking on the young man's blood, the boy screaming out in pain, but they were to far into the darkness for people to tel lwhere the screaming was coming from. Finally, he stopped screaming, it turning into innocent whimpers, then into complete silence, to the point where he fainted, and landed on the ground, leaving Carmen with delight.
She left the boy, walking from the darkened area, and out to where the street lights were able to reach, the same grin on her face as she wiped the blood from her face, and sighed happily.
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