Post by Lynnette Chevalier on Jul 6, 2010 19:44:52 GMT -5
HELLO MY NAME IS LYNNETTE CHEVALIER AND I AM SEVENTEEN YEARS OLD. I'M A HUMAN AND I'M A DERELICT AND I WAS BORN ON 4/10/1868 IN FRANCE. MY NATIONALITY IS FRENCH. PEOPLE SAY I LOOK LIKE RACHEL DASHAE. THEY ALSO SAY THAT I AM PSYCHOTIC, STUBBORN, SELF-CENTERED, IDEPENDENT, SMART, FUN, AND LOYAL. TO BE HONEST, I'M BEING PLAYED BY STAR.
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ROLE PLAY SAMPLE:Jacque clenched her teeth as she watched all around her. Her eyes glanced from the glaring of her old friend to the exploration of the old vampire walking through her parlour. Blah blah blah. All she heard now was the obnoxious talking of the two males she had no interest in. Frankly, she would rather get back to doing her job, talking with people and her old friend Angel. Her body portrayed a different story comparatively to her thoughts, but that was good. She did not want to end getting called more names cause she could care less about their thoughts. "I am not poisoning all of our life force," her mouth spoke without her consent.
Her irritation was going to get the better of her and she may end up blowing up on the two. She was strong, but the old vampire seemed to have many more years on his belt than she had, and one wrong word could end up getting her killed. He seemed to have an interesting energy, like it was random and nothing was certain. So with that feeling she got, she would have to make sure that she watched her words. Jacque may not know him, but she had to keep some level of respect cause he was her elder, so to speak. Nothing more than sexual gratification? She laughed at his comment harshly and dryly. "My my, a little sexist now aren't we," she stated darkly to the younger male, "Just because you can't seem to find a woman to love you, does not mean that we are all the same. We are not all just little toys you "Me Men" think we are."
Stating fairly harshly, she looked over t her friend, seeing a small smirk on her lips. It was good that Angel had a nicer energy and feel to her than the males around. Smiling gently, her eyes had a soft feel to them, more than the more... hardcore burning hate feel they had moments ago. "Need not worry darling. You don't need to pay," she stated before her ears heard the younger male chime in.
He was getting on her nerves. She got this wanting need from him. Certainly not directed to her, but to her friend, Angel. He longed to have her back, she could tell. Oh boo hoo, not her issue that he is a whiny little baby who misses his maker. Surely the older male could take that role. Stepping forward slightly, she confronted the older male. "You know I understand you are old, stuck in your ways and massively arrogant. But stop ignoring me as if I am not here. Just because you have no tact, does not mean you cannot at least show like you have any. I am not doing this to kill off our race. I do it for fun. Just because our supply seem to lessen, well to your standards, does not mean that you still can't feed. Frankly I am sure you can find people who have not had tattoo's and feed off of them. There are plenty in small towns, just go there. Most of the people coming here have already had tattoo's, so I am doing nothing wrong. You can go and attack those who tainted the skin first, cause I am not one of them," she stated confidently, oddly not caring that he could simply kill her there, and she did not mind.
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