(HEIDI MAREE HETFIELD)
" let me keep freaking around, freaking around, red blooded women, it's too hot inside, you'll never get to heaven if your scared of getting high...
" MYNAMEIS :Heidi Maree Hetfield.
CALLME :Some people call me Ree, that's just a shortened version of my middle name.
IAM :Three-Hundred & Seventy-Six Years Old.
BORNON :August 16th 1633
CHANGEDON :April 2nd 1649
ILIKE :Both.
IMA :I am Volturi "Bait", a Crimson Vampire. I lure unsuspecting, sometimes hesitant, victims to the Voltair.
I am a Canon Character, I am not part of any sub-plot.
POWER :I have the ability to create Illusionary Desires. I can lure people into the Voltair by presenting them with their deepest desires; I can even appear differently to individuals who may not find my natural appearance appealing. I have an inhuman amount of Charisma and can charm almost anybody into following me, even if it's to their death.
MYTWIN :Some people say that I have an uncanny likeness to Zooey Deschanel, which suits me fine. She's very pretty.
HOWTALL :I am exactly 5 foot and 4 inches. Not tall by any means, but tall enough.
IWEIGH :I weigh around 90lbs. I don't need to work out, one of the perks of being a Vampire I suppose.
MYHAIR :My appearance is vital to my role within the Volturi. I sometimes have Blonde hair, but usually it is Brown. I keep it looking shiny and healthy. I don't really style it though, it's naturally wavy.
MYEYES :I have naturally blue-green eyes, but their color changes with my mood and I can change the color if I want to.
THEFACE :Although I am naturally pale, being turned meant my complexion became even whiter still. I have creamy, flawless skin and pink, rosy cheeks.
My skin is very healthy and I keep it looking perfect, as good skin makes anyone look instantly more alluring. I have a natural pearly-lustre to my skin, which can make me look a little like a 1930's movie star sometimes.
THEBODY :I am naturally slim, toned and curvy.
I have pale but perfect skin, not a blemish in sight! No tattoos or piercings, no birthmarks and no moles of freckles.
I am freezing cold to the touch, and you can see some of my veins after I have finished feeding.
But generally, I am perfectly formed. I can change my victim's perception of my appearance to lure them in, and this sometimes mean that I have to create the illusion of tanned, sometimes even black, skin. I look good in every possible shade of skin though.
SPECIAL :Like I said, I don't have any distinguishing marks or blemishes.
ILOVE :I love many things, but none more than preying on innocents. I love the chase and the satisfaction I get from getting the job done.
I enjoy moonlit walks through the forest, and seeing all the beautiful nocturnal wildlife that resides within it's bosom.
My favourite music always makes my cold, dead heart sing. I love all kinds of music, but my current time favourites include MGMT and Deadmau5. I have heard many kinds of music in my life, and I can appreciate creativity from all genres.
I love watching people, figuring them out and getting inside their heads. I can manipulate people very well once I know them a little better, and I find their downfall most entertaining.
I love the French and German Languages. I learnt French after spending some time in New Orleans in the 1800s, and I learnt German after spending much of World War II behind "enemy" lines. I loved the thrill of war, and the inevitable destruction.
I am a hugely sexual individual, enjoying all the many varieties of fruit that this wonderful world has to offer. Women and Men, sometimes both at the same time. I can never have enough, and I love feasting on my human lovers once I am fully satisfied. When I am not out enjoying the nightlife and hunting my next prey, I love nothing more than experimenting with my own kind. Sex is much more intense when there is an element of violence involved.
My ultimate, life-long love though is travelling. I find it hard being stuck in one place for too many decades. I have travelled the world, spreading my deathly beauty amongst all cultures and earning myself a world-wide reputation. I love waking up in a different country, seeing the way the infrastructure works in the towns and villages that spring up around it. I don't like flying though, I'd much rather use more traditional forms of transport.
IHATE :I despise Religious types. They infuriate me! I find them to be very withholding of their inner most desires and erotic dreams. They can some of the hardest people to read, especially if you don't catch them whilst they're young. They make my job very hard!
I don't like being told what to do, unless it is by one of my masters. I am my own woman, and I know my job like the back of my hand. I cannot be forced into doing anything, and I make that clear to all of my potential superiors. Many female Voltair have found that difficult to accept, but I am so good at my job they soon change their minds.
I cannot stand romance. Hearts and Flowers? No thank you! Give me rough, animalistic sex any day! The heat of violent passion is much more appealing to me than finding your best friend in a lover. I'm not even sure it's possible. My soul mate may be out there somewhere, but I don't particularly care if I find them.
I am not very fond of Rap Music, or the culture that goes with it. I don't enjoy listening to music about people having "gangster" sex and shooting rival gangs in drive-bys. I'd much rather listen to Mozart and have a nice, warm-blooded human to feast upon.
I hate Christmas. I was forced to celebrate it as a child, before I was turned, but I have not wanted to celebrate it since. I find the idea of sitting around a roaring fire and exchanging gifts very pointless. Some may call me heartless...which you could argue is technically true, but I just see it as practical and logical.
DONTTELL :I secretly eloped before I was turned. The night I was turned I was due to run away with my magnificent Groom. His name was Allistair and he was beautiful. I killed him and bled him dry, because I could not stand the idea of another woman having him.
I told my best friend Lillith about my being turned before I fled my home Country. I was told not to tell any humans, but I loved her like a sister and could not bear to lie to her. She did not believe me, that was until I showed her my new teeth. She was quite shocked, but she kissed my bitterly cold forehead before letting go of my hand and watching me disappear into the night.
SCAREDOF :My greatest fear is losing my looks. I know that this will never happen, but sometimes I have nightmares about it and it truly terrifies me. Sometimes people laugh at my irrational fear, but I know that many Baiters have the same fear. As long as I do not lose my ability to create illusionary desires I believe I will succeed at my job.
I am also scared of children seeing me when I am working. As a child I witnessed a public hanging and I held malice against the hangman all my life. I believe that the pure heart of a child can be made black and cold by the sudden realisation that you cannot have faith in all people. A child hating you can make you hate yourself.
I am scared of spiders, large ones not small ones. A common phobia I believe, but one that should probably not affect my kind.
WANTTO :To become a tutor for other Voltair baiters. I would love to become a sort of "Madam" for younger Vampires who wanted to fill my shoes one day. I am sure I would be an excellent teacher.
My long-term goal is to see everything this world has to offer. I want to see the Northern Lights, The Great Wall of China, The Moon's surface and so many more things. I have a lot of places left to visit and many more sights to see.
GOODSTUFF :I am a seductress and a strong, independent woman. I am able to control my own destiny and will challenge anyone who stands in my way. I am a fearless and terrifying opponent.
I am intelligent beyond compare, which comes with age. Many of my human counterparts and rivals fall when they try to challenge my intelligence and I have no qualms about flouting my superior knowledge. I have a way with words like no one else I know.
BADSTUFF :I am vain. Plain and simple, vain and arrogant. Sometimes this has caused me trouble. Usually it means I get distracted easily, and on rare occasions has caused a brief moment of insecurity.
I am physically not as strong as some of my kind. This can prove to be a problem when I am required to fight, but I have never yet been injured in battle. Fingers crossed, I never will be.
ABOUTME :
THE VAMPIRE:
I am a beautiful, intelligent, charismatic woman. And I know it. All you need to know about me is right there in that sentence. I allow myself to be arrogant because I believe I have the right to be. When you look this good and have the talent that I have acquired, you can be as arrogant as you like. I am an optimistic killer, always setting myself seemingly unattainable goals and seeking out the prey that many have failed to cull before. I believe that failure is not an option, and I will not give up easily.
THE GIRL:
I missed out on a lot of my childhood, being turned age fifteen and only aging for a few more years after, I found that my life was stuck in a vicious cycle of having to provide others with what I could not get for myself. When I had nothing left to give, I simply kept on trying.
Before I was turned I scrimped and scraped to provide for my ill parents and younger siblings. That side of my nature has never quite disappeared. I am always willing to help those who are less fortunate than myself...when I don't have them for dinner that is.
THE WOMAN:
I have grown into a femme fatale. I was given a choice when I was turned; become a baiter, or become a breeder. I chose the more challenging role of baiter. It required me to become slightly more mature in my appearance and how I held myself. I was quite surprised to find that in being turned, I became a natural at the art of seduction. I enjoy my new status and it means that I enjoy the finer things in life.
BORNIN :Poland
LIVINGIN :Forks, Washington
MOMMY :My mother, Magdalena, was only 32 when I was turned. I remember her face and her smell, but little else about her. She had soft, kind features and she smelt of Lavender oil. I remember she was a good Mother and a caring Housewife. She became gravely Ill shortly before I was turned, at which point I was required to take over the duties that she was no longer able to do.
DADDY :My Father's name was Olaf, I believe he was 37 when I was turned and I remember that he was a Vegetable Farmer. He was a stern man, but a good provider for his family. He became Ill around the same time as my mother, but I do not remember whether he died before I was turned.
THESIBLINGS : I had 3 younger sibllings, all of whom died before I was turned and fled Poland. They were all boys, and I believe that they were named Stefan, Mikal and Brynn. I remember loving them, and taking great pleasure in dressing them up for Worship on Sundays.
THEKIDS :I do not have any children.
IMPORTANTPEEPS :None at the present time.
OTHERHALF :No Thank You.
HISTORY :POLAND:
I was born in what is now known as Warsaw, Poland in 1633.
My family was a middle-class, well respected family who relied upon Agriculture as their main source of Income. I was born into the family at a time when they were at their most financially secure and so had a fantastic childhood.
My schooling in Poland started when I was 4 years old, and would have continued until I was 18 years old had I not been turned at age 15. I loved school, and found that I had a natural talent for story-writing and poetry. I loved the Arts, especially learning about other cultures and languages.
When I was 14, my Mother and Father became very Ill and required 24 hour care. I also had to take on the care of my 3 younger brothers who died shortly before my 15th Birthday. It was a horrible, crippling disease that finally claimed the lives of my entire family, and I only escaped it's grip because I was chosen to be turned.
I met my only true-love Allistair whilst I worked on my Father's once flourishing farm. He was a farm-hand and helped me provide for my family. We fell in love quickly and eloped secretly one day. I was 15, Allistair was 18. He promised me the world, and I trusted that he would love me forever. I was preparing to flee Poland with him the day that I was turned, I had a small bag packed and had said my own Goodbye to my family. It was a cold Spring day, but the Sun was shining brighter than it had for a very long time.
THE TURNING:
I was turned a few months before my 16th Birthday, on the day that I was due to flee my home Country, Poland, with my true love and newly married Husband Allistair. I had feared that something would force us to separate, had I known it would be an untimely and violent death, I would never have allowed Allistair to meet me that day.
I was hurrying through the streets of the small Village I called home when a tall, immaculately dressed man stepped out from behind the heavy wooden door of a local Tavern. He looked like an official; maybe a Politician or a Statesman. He was handsome, brooding and mysterious. He smiled at me, showing two shiny, long fangs from beneath his Scarlett lips. Scarlett...stained with blood in retrospect. I found myself enthralled by him, and could not my two feet. He must have seen something in my eyes, something that meant there was devious and dark potential in this poor, penniless farmer's daughter.
Before I had a chance to respond to his question; "Child...are you lost? Are you running?", I felt his large, icy grip around my throat. He pulled me close to him, and I saw his eyes change from Gold to Black as he snared his teeth at me. His grip loosened as I lost consciousness, but he woke me moments later and instructed me to drink. A thick, tinny liquid filled my small mouth, making me feel sick to my stomach. After a few mouthfuls I found it impossible to stop. The feeling of his blood running through my veins was beyond pleasure...it was Euphoria. His life force was forming inside me, making my body animate despite being dead already.
I must have lain there for a few hours. When I woke, the man simply whispered in my ear; "Feed your hunger my dear. For there is nothing worse than a starving Child." He then disappeared. Allistair found me some time later, freezing cold to the touch and looking anaemic yet more alluring. He was concerned, I could tell, but he also looked horrified. The two punctures in my slender neck repulsed him, and he could not look me in the eye. He told me he loved me, and with one swift movement I was on him. Killing him, biting his neck and sucking as mouthful after mouthful of sweet, warm blood travelled and settled in my stomach. He satisfied my hunger quickly. I could not have coped had I seen him with another woman. He was mine.
I wandered the streets for some time, sobbing and alone, terrified of what I had become. I stopped once, to call on my best friend Lillith. She was Allistair's cousin, and a few years older than me. She was so wise and brave that I believed she would know what was wrong with me and could come up with a solution. She laughed at me initially, until she saw my fangs. She whispered, in fear; "Nosferatu" and began to cry. She never once screamed, nor did she run. Instead, she walked me to the horse stables and instructed me to leave Poland as quickly as possible. She kissed me on the forehead and held my hand until the horse I was sat upon pulled away. I didn't look back.
THE VAMPIRE:
I reached America in 1850.
I followed a young man, Samuel, there from Ireland. His family had employed me to be their Nursery Maid and had decided to take me with them when they left Cork for New York. He was a fascinating person, very Intelligent, and he knew me better than anyone. He could not understand why someone who was so well educated was prepared to work for a pittance as a Nursery Maid for a middle-class Irish family. He found me a distraction; he was also madly in love with me. I did not love him, but I enjoyed his company all the same. We would read together and sneak out to go dancing.
In New York, I came across many more of my own kind. It was here that I found that I was known widely as a Vampire, and that I was greatly feared by many humans across the globe. I don't remember caring much that I was considered a nightmarish figure to some. In fact, I vaguely recall enjoying the feeling that I had some power over innocent, cowering humans. The feeling of knowing that I could kill any of the people around me was exhilarating.
My new found sense of belonging took me to New Orleans, where my kind ruled and humans were like lambs to the slaughter. There seemed to be a never ending supply of fresh blood, from the whores that walked the streets each night to the service men who settled there on shore leave. It was a wonderful time and place to be a Vampire. It was my personal Summer of Love, and it is also where I found my true calling amongst the Volturi; a large, fiercely loyal and predominantly Italian group of Vampires who were one the largest clans in existence. They promised me security, a make-shift family and the chance to do something great for my kind. I took the chance, and I have never regretted it since. New Orleans will always be looked back upon with fond memories.
I have travelled the world many times since my New Orleans Summer. I have seen many cultures, many sights and far too many clans of Vampire for once lifetime. The Volturi have been my home since the 1800s and I would not leave them for all the riches in the world. I have pursued my own dreams and desires, yet I always come back to the Volturi. Finally, after many years of travelling, my kind has settled into our own little pockets across America. My current residence is Forks, Washington. It is a small community, and it is fairly easy for someone like me to blend in. Not much sunshine, very little competition. The only downside is the Lycans. They scupper the landscape, making it slightly more difficult to perform my duties. They are, however, a mere annoyance to most Volturi. I moved to Forks to be some company for Renata, one of the Volturi Guard, who has lived here for several years by herself. I was instructed to join her in Forks and keep our kind strong. She is not so much a friend as a colleague and she has made her presence felt here, especially amongst the Vegetarian Vampires that reside here too.
Forks is now my home, and as much as I find it dull and lifeless, there is much work to be done here. Washington itself is full of fresh meat, and the City provides many opportunities for my kind to have a good meal. I work mostly in the City, but Forks is my playground. I have had to take on a "profile", as Forks is quite close knit. To the humans, I am a childless War-Widow who moved to Forks after having to sell her family home after her Husband died in Iraq. It works, most of the time, because people do not ask too many questions, but my male prey are willing to try and "comfort" me. It also means that many of my female prey are utterly defenceless, because they don't even see me coming. My new home is far from the Glitz and Glamour of Paris, Berlin or Rome...but it will do...for now.
NAME : JD
AGE : 21
GIRLORBOY : GIRL
TIMEZONE : GMT
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OTHER : I am excited about being a VERY active member on this site!
HAVE YOU READ TWILIGHT? : Yes!!! Addicted!!!
REFFERAL : I found you on Caution.
SAMPLE : LINK TO THREADEthan sat outside the restaurant, making the most of the nice weather and the beautiul view. He was working on the last of his assignments and needed some peace and quiet in order to finish, which was almost impossible at home. His room mate had invited his band back and they were "practising" in the living room. He loved his apartment, but he would have loved it even more if he could afford the rent all on his own. The waitress bought him the black coffee he had ordered, he nodded thanks and noticed that she smiled seductively at him as she walked away, he was hardly surprised. Ethan was used to being the object of someone's affections, ever since he had moved to Ocala he had found that he was considered to be attractive, in fact a few girls had literally drooled over him...which he found both funny and disturbing.
Ethan wasn't really one for being Mr. Popular, however his looks had made him into the "myterious sexy guy" without him even trying and he had found that his new friends were not like him in many ways. He was quiet, reserved, determined and intelligent. A lot of the people he chose to spend time with were loud, outgoing, immature and quite frankly - a little on the slow side. They were all good people, and he loved them all in some small way, but he longed to find someone that he could be himself with. Someone intelligent, poetic and preferably female. He had a severe lack of female friends, mainly because all the girls he had met at school had a crush on him, or were much younger than his eighteen years .
He typed away at his History assignment, taking care to spell everything correctly and space everything out properly. Ethan was all about the presentation, it usually took him 30 minutes just to choose a suitable font and color for his assignments, let alone do them! His teachers all adored him though, he was a great student and tried his best in everything. He was an "all-rounder", his History tutor had called him once, which meant he was good at all the academic subjects, was musically talented and was athletic to boot. Ethan knew that before he started at the school, the kids back home in Texas had picked on him for years for being a "teachers pet". That's why he eventually left Texas to move to Florida, but it wasn't long before he moved out of his Grandmother's duplex into his own apartment. He smiled when he remembered how hard he had slugged away in BurgerKing just to save up for the rent and deposit.
The laptop was working overtime as Ethan typed away line after line. He sat back, letting it cool down a little, and sipped on his coffee. He looked out across the horizon, surveying the skyline with his artistic eye. As he was enjoying the small slivers of pure white that jutted across the ocean under the intense sunlight, someone caught his eye. He watched as she crossed the small parking lot, making her way over to the restaurant. She was beautiful. Her long, dark hair fell in waves across her shoulders and back, and her eyes were a sultry shade of green. He found himself staring at her as she walked towards him, and he had to force himself to look away.
((OOC - I am capable of writing 600 words+, unfortunately the sites that I used to write long replies on are now offline, and noone has given the chance to do long replies since. You know how it is, when you write a 500 word post and someone replies with one paragraph! I hope this RP sample does not hinder my chances to become a member - JD x))
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