Post by Princess Luna on Nov 13, 2011 15:39:14 GMT -8
Name: Lt. Shana M. "Scarlett" O'Hara
Age: 26
Movie/Show: GIJR
Picture:
Other: She's paler, her hair is more of a dark auburn, and her eyes are red. She also has fangs that aren't easy to hide.
Personality:
Scarlett is stubborn, a second in command sort of person. She's willing enough to back down if she sees there's a good enough reasoning for it, but she isn't a completely pure of heart gal. No. She has a blood thirst that causes her to be unable to interact with humans other than making them a meal. She also has trust issues with just about everyone she meets, human or vamp. Somewhere, there is a sad little girl who needs help, but a monster has sabotaged most of that side.
History: Born and raised in Atlanta, Georgia, Shana O'Hara grew up with just her father around. And he was usually at work, causing her to become estranged from him at his final days. Angry at him, she drove away, planning on never coming back. Later that day he died in an explosion from his lab. Devastated, Scarlett joined the army and became a Second Lt.
Things went bad once she teamed up with Duke and three other individuals. Figuring out that Cobra industries was a terrorist group with the group, the team blew up a warehouse and became fugitives on the run, looking for ways to exploit Cobra for it's true colors. Scarlett had hallucinations of her father telling her answers that gave the team crucial evidence to their innocence. But it came with a price. Duke, the leader, had lost his life in the process. Scarlett got out safely, unaware if anyone else had gotten out alive.
It wasn't long after she had escaped death that she had to face a fate worse than death. Becoming a vampire. She had been grieving over the mistake she had made by leaving everyone else behind when she had seen a meteor crash to the ground. The meteor's exposure had changed her somehow. Her hair darkened, her skin paled, she had fangs, and her eyes became red. It was as if karma came around for leaving everyone behind.
Family: Her parents are both deceased.
Class: Vampire
Allies: TBD.
Enemies: Probably vampire hunters.
Sample Post:
Crimson eyes stared down upon the body. Nearly lifeless. A smirk formed on her blood stained lips, one that would frighten most out of their skin. "They don't call me Scarlett for my hair anymore. Red isn't just a silly nickname. It's what I spill. Scarlet, red, blood." she whispered in the male's ear, kneeling down. Her sharpened finger nails pushed down on his chest, a horrific smirk never leaving her face. "You thought you could kill me? I kill you. It's always been that way. Intentionally, or not. It's a simple fact."
Her fangs bit her lip as she watched the man close his eyes in agonizing pain."Goodnight. Human." She had nearly spat the word human once she finished her sentence. Humans had condemned her to be on her own. Now she embraced the fugitive life instead of trying to change the past. Her eyes glanced up at the full moon once she said that. A wonderful late night snack for her seemed like a more fitting title than goodnight for the poor man who had believed walking to the streets that night was a wonderful idea.
Age: 26
Movie/Show: GIJR
Picture:
Other: She's paler, her hair is more of a dark auburn, and her eyes are red. She also has fangs that aren't easy to hide.
Personality:
Scarlett is stubborn, a second in command sort of person. She's willing enough to back down if she sees there's a good enough reasoning for it, but she isn't a completely pure of heart gal. No. She has a blood thirst that causes her to be unable to interact with humans other than making them a meal. She also has trust issues with just about everyone she meets, human or vamp. Somewhere, there is a sad little girl who needs help, but a monster has sabotaged most of that side.
History: Born and raised in Atlanta, Georgia, Shana O'Hara grew up with just her father around. And he was usually at work, causing her to become estranged from him at his final days. Angry at him, she drove away, planning on never coming back. Later that day he died in an explosion from his lab. Devastated, Scarlett joined the army and became a Second Lt.
Things went bad once she teamed up with Duke and three other individuals. Figuring out that Cobra industries was a terrorist group with the group, the team blew up a warehouse and became fugitives on the run, looking for ways to exploit Cobra for it's true colors. Scarlett had hallucinations of her father telling her answers that gave the team crucial evidence to their innocence. But it came with a price. Duke, the leader, had lost his life in the process. Scarlett got out safely, unaware if anyone else had gotten out alive.
It wasn't long after she had escaped death that she had to face a fate worse than death. Becoming a vampire. She had been grieving over the mistake she had made by leaving everyone else behind when she had seen a meteor crash to the ground. The meteor's exposure had changed her somehow. Her hair darkened, her skin paled, she had fangs, and her eyes became red. It was as if karma came around for leaving everyone behind.
Family: Her parents are both deceased.
Class: Vampire
Allies: TBD.
Enemies: Probably vampire hunters.
Sample Post:
Crimson eyes stared down upon the body. Nearly lifeless. A smirk formed on her blood stained lips, one that would frighten most out of their skin. "They don't call me Scarlett for my hair anymore. Red isn't just a silly nickname. It's what I spill. Scarlet, red, blood." she whispered in the male's ear, kneeling down. Her sharpened finger nails pushed down on his chest, a horrific smirk never leaving her face. "You thought you could kill me? I kill you. It's always been that way. Intentionally, or not. It's a simple fact."
Her fangs bit her lip as she watched the man close his eyes in agonizing pain."Goodnight. Human." She had nearly spat the word human once she finished her sentence. Humans had condemned her to be on her own. Now she embraced the fugitive life instead of trying to change the past. Her eyes glanced up at the full moon once she said that. A wonderful late night snack for her seemed like a more fitting title than goodnight for the poor man who had believed walking to the streets that night was a wonderful idea.
