Post by IMAGINARY on Aug 20, 2014 0:25:14 GMT
Biography[/i][/b][/u]
Name:Dawn M Vharos
Alias:D, D-rock, Lady Vengance
Age:26
Gender:F
Species:Human
Sexuality:straight but flirtatious
P.O.B:Lafayette L.A
D.O.B:Sep 20th 1988
Ethnicity:Creole/irish
Blood Type:AB-
Relatives:Micheal V Mc Dermit-(father) Ursula J Vharos-(mother), Sean B Mc Dermit-(brother deceased)
Descriptions[/i][/b][/u]
Play-by:D
Height:5'5"
Weight: 130
Hairstyle/Color: naturally dark red but will occasionally switch it for blond or black with mood, preferred long and occasionally curly
Eye Color: Hazel
Figure/Build: slim but curvy, healthy and toned in some places soft in others 36C-26-38
Scars: small knife wounds on arms and some on thighs fairly faded, small cig burns on lower back and lower belly also fairly faded
Piercings:both ears, belly button, tongue, places unseen above and below unless invited
Tattoos:Heart made of chains and beads on her back with a spine down the center of her actual spine, fairy sitting on her left hip in front, flaming star tribal over her heart, initials CM on left inner wrist
Descriptive Paragraph(s):D looked taller then she was it was the boots she wore almost all the time, most times biker black but occasionally more stripper in taste, the ample bottom wrapped preferably in black and tight but denim would also do. Shocking natural blood red tresses that people swore were expertly colored often curled in some fashion and hung to her shoulders. The soft milk chocolate of her skin made it and the hazel eyes look common but all together exsotic once she showed you that with out mascara her lashes were the same color as her hair. The many faded scars shed suffered were well disguised most times or even covered by ink. She liked being a walking contradiction of what most expected.
Personality[/i][/b][/u]
Likes:wind in her hair, fast engines, the purr of a well tuned bike, fire, a strong but secure man, polar bears
Dislikes:women who behave stupidly over men, people who dont hold their drink well, a destroyed bike, the color teal, hangovers, sensitive types
Favorite color(s):black, purple, pink
Favorite food(s):po boy, seafood, french fries, burgers, pad thai(spicy)
Favorite drink(s):white wine, sweet tea, vodka, whiskey, mikes
Hobbies:Motorcycles, Mopar products, dancing, singing, bartending, car racing, arson
Strengths/Weaknesses:Loyal, charismatic, determined but on the other side of it all shes stubborn, jaded, closed off, can have a temper, vengeful
Descriptive Paragraph(s):You could not ask for a better friend once shes let you into her heart you will stay there barring some major betrayal of trust. Will help you hide the bodies and give you an alibi, because she cares, but wants the same in return and seldom gets it leaving her often hurt and closed off from people. Not quick to trust any one despite what she outwardly shows will give you the rope only to watch you hang with it later. When seriously wronged she will not sleep or eat until you feel the error of your ways sometimes violently. Loves to crack jokes and see people smile, but you know what they say about the tears of a clown. Loves anything almost with a motor or that can be raced, partial to mopar and dodge things really down home but with the heart of a gypsy having spent time all over the usa not in any one place for to long.
Experiences[/i][/b][/u]
Occupation:Bartender/street racer
Native Language:English
Secondary Language(s):Gaelic, french, creole, spanish
Primary Skills :Knife skills, hand to hand, incendiary devices, mechanical skills, guns, mixology
Secondary Skills :Defensive driving, offensive driving, hot wiring, can drive auto and stick
Others:strong sense of knowing when shes being lied to, singing, irish step dancing
Rank:Omega
Tier:Switch
Bloodline:Na
Primary Ability(ies):NA
Secondary Ability(ies):NA
Character Concept/History: The swamps of Louisiana were full of noises, frogs, fan boats, jazz, boiling pots and in Dawns house hold screaming and skin being struck by skin. Born to an irish boxer who never really made it past semi-pro and local exhibitions and a sweet but deluded creole mother who would sell her soul to make him happy even if it meant turning a blind eye to what he was doing to their little girl. His anger vented it self on both of them but managed to skip the son he loved dearly who was being brought up to think love meant chokings and force used at all times.
It was no wonder the boy left as soon as he could for the marines and never made it home, that just increased the hatred of the one surviving child at home until she knew it was kill them both or leave, they are still alive for the moment. Making her way, learning things by trade and finding she had an aptitude for mechanical and an appetite for setting things ablaze. Her granny Mc Dermit had gone to NY so she went to stay with her until she could finish school but it never felt like home. Buying her first bike with tips from bartending she went place to place until she came to L.A the city of hopes and dreams and maybe a bit of peace for her restless soul.
Imprint[/i][/b][/u]
Face Claim:Beyonce
Pictures:
Roleplaying Sample:
The grounds were sprawling and in definite need of repair, but since the building was no longer in use there would be none and no one would really notice one more broken window or missing door.The darkness closed in around you the closer you got to the steps and enveloped you like a cold wet blanket once you'd set foot through the doors. The vague feeling of being watched prickles your nape and the light plays strangely out of the corners of your eyes.Are you brave enough to enter? Do you scare easily? We shall see.
::Dawn had heard about this place and laughed it off, really how much more cliche could one get? "haunted asylum" but here she was standing at the steps and finding her self suddenly much more hesitant to go in. Looking around " Whats the worst that could happen?"
:: She could run into something nasty or take a major fall neither of which would kill her but both would be majorly unpleasant to say the least. Feeling a need to prove her self after the beat down she'd caught the other night shoulders were squared and in she went refusing to show fear pausing to check the gear shed brought along. Two flashlights extra batteries a cell phone, a first aid kit and a hand held video and audio recorder. Yep she was going to go ghost hunting and for the moment there was no one here but her..maybe if she waited some one else might come along::
Code Phrase: Admin approved
Adoptable:No
Name:Dawn M Vharos
Alias:D, D-rock, Lady Vengance
Age:26
Gender:F
Species:Human
Sexuality:straight but flirtatious
P.O.B:Lafayette L.A
D.O.B:Sep 20th 1988
Ethnicity:Creole/irish
Blood Type:AB-
Relatives:Micheal V Mc Dermit-(father) Ursula J Vharos-(mother), Sean B Mc Dermit-(brother deceased)
Descriptions[/i][/b][/u]
Play-by:D
Height:5'5"
Weight: 130
Hairstyle/Color: naturally dark red but will occasionally switch it for blond or black with mood, preferred long and occasionally curly
Eye Color: Hazel
Figure/Build: slim but curvy, healthy and toned in some places soft in others 36C-26-38
Scars: small knife wounds on arms and some on thighs fairly faded, small cig burns on lower back and lower belly also fairly faded
Piercings:both ears, belly button, tongue, places unseen above and below unless invited
Tattoos:Heart made of chains and beads on her back with a spine down the center of her actual spine, fairy sitting on her left hip in front, flaming star tribal over her heart, initials CM on left inner wrist
Descriptive Paragraph(s):D looked taller then she was it was the boots she wore almost all the time, most times biker black but occasionally more stripper in taste, the ample bottom wrapped preferably in black and tight but denim would also do. Shocking natural blood red tresses that people swore were expertly colored often curled in some fashion and hung to her shoulders. The soft milk chocolate of her skin made it and the hazel eyes look common but all together exsotic once she showed you that with out mascara her lashes were the same color as her hair. The many faded scars shed suffered were well disguised most times or even covered by ink. She liked being a walking contradiction of what most expected.
Personality[/i][/b][/u]
Likes:wind in her hair, fast engines, the purr of a well tuned bike, fire, a strong but secure man, polar bears
Dislikes:women who behave stupidly over men, people who dont hold their drink well, a destroyed bike, the color teal, hangovers, sensitive types
Favorite color(s):black, purple, pink
Favorite food(s):po boy, seafood, french fries, burgers, pad thai(spicy)
Favorite drink(s):white wine, sweet tea, vodka, whiskey, mikes
Hobbies:Motorcycles, Mopar products, dancing, singing, bartending, car racing, arson
Strengths/Weaknesses:Loyal, charismatic, determined but on the other side of it all shes stubborn, jaded, closed off, can have a temper, vengeful
Descriptive Paragraph(s):You could not ask for a better friend once shes let you into her heart you will stay there barring some major betrayal of trust. Will help you hide the bodies and give you an alibi, because she cares, but wants the same in return and seldom gets it leaving her often hurt and closed off from people. Not quick to trust any one despite what she outwardly shows will give you the rope only to watch you hang with it later. When seriously wronged she will not sleep or eat until you feel the error of your ways sometimes violently. Loves to crack jokes and see people smile, but you know what they say about the tears of a clown. Loves anything almost with a motor or that can be raced, partial to mopar and dodge things really down home but with the heart of a gypsy having spent time all over the usa not in any one place for to long.
Experiences[/i][/b][/u]
Occupation:Bartender/street racer
Native Language:English
Secondary Language(s):Gaelic, french, creole, spanish
Primary Skills :Knife skills, hand to hand, incendiary devices, mechanical skills, guns, mixology
Secondary Skills :Defensive driving, offensive driving, hot wiring, can drive auto and stick
Others:strong sense of knowing when shes being lied to, singing, irish step dancing
Rank:Omega
Tier:Switch
Bloodline:Na
Primary Ability(ies):NA
Secondary Ability(ies):NA
Character Concept/History: The swamps of Louisiana were full of noises, frogs, fan boats, jazz, boiling pots and in Dawns house hold screaming and skin being struck by skin. Born to an irish boxer who never really made it past semi-pro and local exhibitions and a sweet but deluded creole mother who would sell her soul to make him happy even if it meant turning a blind eye to what he was doing to their little girl. His anger vented it self on both of them but managed to skip the son he loved dearly who was being brought up to think love meant chokings and force used at all times.
It was no wonder the boy left as soon as he could for the marines and never made it home, that just increased the hatred of the one surviving child at home until she knew it was kill them both or leave, they are still alive for the moment. Making her way, learning things by trade and finding she had an aptitude for mechanical and an appetite for setting things ablaze. Her granny Mc Dermit had gone to NY so she went to stay with her until she could finish school but it never felt like home. Buying her first bike with tips from bartending she went place to place until she came to L.A the city of hopes and dreams and maybe a bit of peace for her restless soul.
Imprint[/i][/b][/u]
Face Claim:Beyonce
Pictures:
Roleplaying Sample:
The grounds were sprawling and in definite need of repair, but since the building was no longer in use there would be none and no one would really notice one more broken window or missing door.The darkness closed in around you the closer you got to the steps and enveloped you like a cold wet blanket once you'd set foot through the doors. The vague feeling of being watched prickles your nape and the light plays strangely out of the corners of your eyes.Are you brave enough to enter? Do you scare easily? We shall see.
::Dawn had heard about this place and laughed it off, really how much more cliche could one get? "haunted asylum" but here she was standing at the steps and finding her self suddenly much more hesitant to go in. Looking around " Whats the worst that could happen?"
:: She could run into something nasty or take a major fall neither of which would kill her but both would be majorly unpleasant to say the least. Feeling a need to prove her self after the beat down she'd caught the other night shoulders were squared and in she went refusing to show fear pausing to check the gear shed brought along. Two flashlights extra batteries a cell phone, a first aid kit and a hand held video and audio recorder. Yep she was going to go ghost hunting and for the moment there was no one here but her..maybe if she waited some one else might come along::
Code Phrase: Admin approved
Adoptable:No
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