Post by WESLEY MARTEN on Jul 7, 2010 21:52:57 GMT -5
HELLO MY NAME IS WESLEY DREW MARTEN AND I AM SEVEN YEARS OLD. I'M A HUMAN AND I'M A ARISTOCRAT AND I WAS BORN ON 7/8/1878 IN ENGLAND. MY NATIONALITY IS ENGLISH. PEOPLE SAY I LOOK LIKE ED SANDERS. THEY ALSO SAY THAT I AM THIEVING, LONELY, NAÏVE, AND SECRETIVE. TO BE HONEST, I'M BEING PLAYED BY TABBY.
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ROLE PLAY SAMPLE:Janice heard the man’s words, realizing he was a vampire. “Oh, I see your issue with the hours of my salon, but I do need sleep too, maybe I should hire a night crew. What do you think of that?” Janice really would consider it, but at any rate, she still had to deal with the man who wanted his hair done now. “And next time, if you see me in here, knock, sir,” she hissed playfully, wagging her finger. The woman was doing her best to hide her fears. “Because you really aren’t helping anyone’s anxieties by drifting through walls or things along that nature.” Which frankly was true. If the man had waited at the door and knocked on it politely asking for her services, things might be different. After all, he couldn’t help that he seriously couldn’t make the closing time. “Well, if you promise to call me on this number,” she began, pulling out her card from her purse. “and schedule something next time, I’ll be happy to do your hair now. Have a seat if you want,” she greeted.
For a moment, Janice Herveaux began to wonder if her current employees would be alright with providing their service to vampires. She knew Stacey wouldn’t mind. Her cousin was dating a vampire and both of them lived in her house. Margretta would though. For some unexplained reason, she had a vendetta against that species. Every time she’d see something pro-vamp she’d get all huffy, normally snipping more harshly at someone’s hair. This was why Janice played cartoons for the kids instead of news for the adults. Besides, squealing children do not make for good concentration. Wait, she could handle that later! Now, she had a vampire, whose name was declared as Eric Northman. Not only was he a vampire, he was a sheriff as well. “Well, congrats on that title, buddy. You must have worked hard for that!” Then he mentioned her brother which made her insides crawl momentarily. There was some debts? “Ah, shit! What did he do?” Janice seemed to get more worried at this point, fidgeting with the hem of her shirt. “I’m sorry, Eric. I really don’t mean to offend you. It’s just been a really long day. I’m probably just a little jumpy.”
Janice’s body went ridged for a moment as he got closer once more, placing his hand against the wall. His words sunk in so well, and her eyes seemed to glaze as she looked up into his. His hand grazed her cheek, removing the hair from her face, giving her more opportunity to look him in his beautiful eyes. “I really could use a break,” she whispered, still looking up at him. “I-I,” she began just as he looked away. Her brow furrowed as she looked side to side. “Maybe I should c-call my brother first. I mean…. this is involving him, right?”
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