Post by Lenora on Feb 18, 2009 19:10:20 GMT 1
Introducing...
Name:
Lenora Katherine Fletcher
Age:
27, at death.
Gender:
Female
Birthplace:
Was born, what is now, Haymarket in London
Ethnicity:
Caucasian
Nationality:
English
Blood:
Yum? Vampire.
Relatives:
Pets:
She has many pets, they’re called humans, and she eats them.
Appearance
Picture:
Hair Colour:
Blonde
Eye Colour:
Blue
Build:
Deceptively strong.
Skin Tone:
Pale, very pale.
Height:
5’0
Dress Style:
Lenora likes to attempt to fit in with the world around her, so stays somewhat in the fashions of the time. As is at the moment she is in loose chiffon tops and dark jeans. She wants the humans to trust her so she can spend some time building it up before she feasts on them. Makes the kill so much more fun when they want to get back at you.
Specifics:
Her height, or lack of. Common in her time of death her height makes her stick out like a sore thumb. She packs on hell of a punch for somebody of her stature. Her freakishly pale skin and lack of sunlight activity also makes her stand out.
Get a little close and you’ll notice those canines aren’t something to be messed with. She’ll have to pinned to a wall and sucking your blood before you can say ‘eep’ if you so much as mention it.
In Front Of Friends
Sexual Orientation:
Heterosexual
Self Image:
Lenora loves who she is. She never used to, a mother of four pimping herself out just to make ends meet, until her entire family died and she was turned into a vampire destined to live remembering them every day. At least she didn’t need money then. Now she plays the helpless fool, or the flirtatious slut who would pretty much go for anything that moves, considering she would generally kill them after five minutes alone. Whatever helps her get her fix, she’ll go for it. Every trick in the book she’d done.
To the Outward Eye:
Depending on the front she puts up depends n how they see her. Usually unaware of her vampiric state until it is too late. She ends to go unnoticed unless she is making an effort to be seen. She can been seen as a complete bitch, mainly by those she has known for hundreds of years and due to some of that good old style vampire charm she tends to be pretty persuasive.
Social Status:
Amongst the vampires she’s pretty high up there, being near 700 years old and still going strong. She can fight with the best of them and still come out top. With the humans she is again high up, mainly because she can eat them and torture them with very little effort.
Positive Traits:
Negative Traits:
Skills:
Awesome ones.
Likes:
Dislikes:
World Passing By
History:
Lenora was the youngest of seven children. She was one of three that survived until adulthood. From the age of sixteen she worked as a woman of the night to make her way. After falling pregnant with her first child she gave it up to look after her. She married Matthew a year before Katherine was born, continuing to sell herself because it was all she knew.
Lenora was attacked by an unnamed vampire in a side street when on her way back from Church, praying for her family’s lives. After that she watched them all die of the bubonic plague and swore vengeance on whoever killed her. And the entire human race. She turned herself into a misanthropic being. She returned to prostitution and killed any person who came to her for sex. That was just the start.
Lenora left London during the great fire of 1666 to escape death, moving around England for two hundred years before returning to London in the 1800s. Jack the Ripper at large, killing prostitutes alike. Until he tried to kill her of course. They say they don’t know what happened to him – she does. A fate worse than death, being mauled and sucked dry by a vampire. That kill she enjoyed. If there is something worse than a vampire, it’s a human killer.
During the Second World War Lenora went to Germany. ‘Joining the war effort’ on their side. Killing Jews and soldiers alike, murders and plague causers. After the treat of Versailles was signed she returned to England and continued on her travels. On which she was chased by a vampire hunter across the North of England until she lost him in Newcastle, fleeing further north.
Now she’s made it to Scotland and Hogsmeade. A new crop of people to eat and torture for being alive. Wizards, in her mind, are all idiots. They try time and time again to defeat vampires and lose.
Roleplay Sample:
Lenora stood back. Another victim in front of her, of course he didn’t know that yet. He thought her actually interested in him. She would have laughed at the thought if it wouldn’t give her away. He took her by the hand and led her up the stairs of the Inn. Wizards, idiots, the lot of them. She smirked to herself as she followed ready for the kill. She was awfully good at covering her tracks. She pulled a spare set of sheets from the cart on her way past and put them into her bag with the idiot noticing.
Once in his room his attack on her began. From pushing her up against the door to lifting her the few feet to the bed. Pushing her loose cardigan from her shoulders. She pushed his robes from his shoulders and kissed his neck. She smiled into the crook of it, the man too pre-occupied with his own hands than what she was doing, she dug her canines into his neck. He let out a short yelp before laughing. The idiot thought I was affectionate. Until he felt the sedative effect of her bite.
Then he started to get confused.
Wizards tasted better than usual humans. The magic in them or something. But nothing tasted as good as a werewolf. That was like a drug. A vampire could get easily high on the creatures.
Lenora drained the man dry. Looking at the sheets below her she saw she hadn’t cause too much mess and smiled to herself. Now to dispose of the body. The washing cart was the easiest place and slitting his throat with a knife would give her the alibi hat he killed himself or another human murdered him.
Out of Character
Name:
Harry
Age:
18
Name of Playby:
Emilie De Ravin.
Other Characters:
Seth, Jaz and Amelia. [Ditching Cait for a while, she gets no play.]
Name:
Lenora Katherine Fletcher
Age:
27, at death.
Gender:
Female
Birthplace:
Was born, what is now, Haymarket in London
Ethnicity:
Caucasian
Nationality:
English
Blood:
Yum? Vampire.
Relatives:
- Matthew Fletcher; Husband [Deceased, 1348, plague]
- Katherine Fletcher; Daughter [Deceased, 1348, plague]
- Daniel Fletcher; Son [Deceased, 1348, plague]
- Jane Fletcher; Daughter [Deceased, 1348, plague]
- Nancy Fletcher; Daughter [Deceased, 1348, plague]
Pets:
She has many pets, they’re called humans, and she eats them.
Appearance
Picture:
Hair Colour:
Blonde
Eye Colour:
Blue
Build:
Deceptively strong.
Skin Tone:
Pale, very pale.
Height:
5’0
Dress Style:
Lenora likes to attempt to fit in with the world around her, so stays somewhat in the fashions of the time. As is at the moment she is in loose chiffon tops and dark jeans. She wants the humans to trust her so she can spend some time building it up before she feasts on them. Makes the kill so much more fun when they want to get back at you.
Specifics:
Her height, or lack of. Common in her time of death her height makes her stick out like a sore thumb. She packs on hell of a punch for somebody of her stature. Her freakishly pale skin and lack of sunlight activity also makes her stand out.
Get a little close and you’ll notice those canines aren’t something to be messed with. She’ll have to pinned to a wall and sucking your blood before you can say ‘eep’ if you so much as mention it.
In Front Of Friends
Sexual Orientation:
Heterosexual
Self Image:
Lenora loves who she is. She never used to, a mother of four pimping herself out just to make ends meet, until her entire family died and she was turned into a vampire destined to live remembering them every day. At least she didn’t need money then. Now she plays the helpless fool, or the flirtatious slut who would pretty much go for anything that moves, considering she would generally kill them after five minutes alone. Whatever helps her get her fix, she’ll go for it. Every trick in the book she’d done.
To the Outward Eye:
Depending on the front she puts up depends n how they see her. Usually unaware of her vampiric state until it is too late. She ends to go unnoticed unless she is making an effort to be seen. She can been seen as a complete bitch, mainly by those she has known for hundreds of years and due to some of that good old style vampire charm she tends to be pretty persuasive.
Social Status:
Amongst the vampires she’s pretty high up there, being near 700 years old and still going strong. She can fight with the best of them and still come out top. With the humans she is again high up, mainly because she can eat them and torture them with very little effort.
Positive Traits:
- Cunning – She can wrap even the most untrusting of people around her little finger, she uses and abuses but she does it well.
- Strong – despite her height and stature Lenora’s strength is in the fight. She can pin a fully grown man with a little struggle, until such times as she starts to feast them it’s no trouble at all.
- Knowledgeable – 700 years is a long time to learn stuff. Reading up on her own time these days always comes as a laugh. It makes them all sound like idiots when at the time it was biblical truth.
- Witty – Once again time is on her side, the best come backs a large vocabulary with some extinct words to throw around, she can beat pretty much anybody in a verbal showdown.
- Clean – she always makes sure she cleans up her own messes after herself. She finds it helps when trying to hide from humans and disguises her activities if she can make herself look presentable quickly after a kill.
Negative Traits:
- Quick to kill – she doesn’t care who her feed is, as long as they have good blood. Consequences don’t have much meaning with her.
- Deadly – comes with the territory.
- Flirtatious – positive to her, negative to anybody she comes across who looks like a good snack.
- Vengeful – At the time of her death she hadn’t wanted to be killed, although her life pretty much sucked, she loved her children and husband and watching them die made her suffer. Now she takes it as her duty to make other people suffer how she did.
- Unloving – no true love has ever left her being since her husband’s death. She doesn’t like the ideal of forever, people get annoying.
- Not a conversationist - if the conversation last more than ten minutes she can't do it. If they aren't dead by then she's messed it up somewhere.
- She doesn't take orders - she's stubborn and can be seen as rash and unthinking. She sees herself as her own person and won't allow herself to be bossed around.
Skills:
Awesome ones.
- Body disposal
- Quick clean up
- Speed
- Agility
Likes:
- Blood A-
- Her family – whilst alive
- Werewolves – yum.
- Wizards – they are all idiots no matter how much they pretend, they make easy targets.
- Puppies – she doesn’t want to eat them. She jus thinks they’re adorable.
- Children – despite hating most human beings, she can’t help but defend the younger generations. She doesn’t agree with attacking anybody teenage or younger. If somebody holds a child hostage or attacks a child then she'll get narked and defensive.
- Pretty dresses/clothing. Dressing up like a noble was a childhood game and now she can.
Dislikes:
- Vampires – they turned her into something she didn’t want to be.
- Humans – they need to suffer
- Rats – bloody plague carrying arses.
- Jews – the cause the plague.
- Dacian – he’s just an annoyance.
- Cats
World Passing By
History:
Lenora was the youngest of seven children. She was one of three that survived until adulthood. From the age of sixteen she worked as a woman of the night to make her way. After falling pregnant with her first child she gave it up to look after her. She married Matthew a year before Katherine was born, continuing to sell herself because it was all she knew.
Lenora was attacked by an unnamed vampire in a side street when on her way back from Church, praying for her family’s lives. After that she watched them all die of the bubonic plague and swore vengeance on whoever killed her. And the entire human race. She turned herself into a misanthropic being. She returned to prostitution and killed any person who came to her for sex. That was just the start.
Lenora left London during the great fire of 1666 to escape death, moving around England for two hundred years before returning to London in the 1800s. Jack the Ripper at large, killing prostitutes alike. Until he tried to kill her of course. They say they don’t know what happened to him – she does. A fate worse than death, being mauled and sucked dry by a vampire. That kill she enjoyed. If there is something worse than a vampire, it’s a human killer.
During the Second World War Lenora went to Germany. ‘Joining the war effort’ on their side. Killing Jews and soldiers alike, murders and plague causers. After the treat of Versailles was signed she returned to England and continued on her travels. On which she was chased by a vampire hunter across the North of England until she lost him in Newcastle, fleeing further north.
Now she’s made it to Scotland and Hogsmeade. A new crop of people to eat and torture for being alive. Wizards, in her mind, are all idiots. They try time and time again to defeat vampires and lose.
Roleplay Sample:
Lenora stood back. Another victim in front of her, of course he didn’t know that yet. He thought her actually interested in him. She would have laughed at the thought if it wouldn’t give her away. He took her by the hand and led her up the stairs of the Inn. Wizards, idiots, the lot of them. She smirked to herself as she followed ready for the kill. She was awfully good at covering her tracks. She pulled a spare set of sheets from the cart on her way past and put them into her bag with the idiot noticing.
Once in his room his attack on her began. From pushing her up against the door to lifting her the few feet to the bed. Pushing her loose cardigan from her shoulders. She pushed his robes from his shoulders and kissed his neck. She smiled into the crook of it, the man too pre-occupied with his own hands than what she was doing, she dug her canines into his neck. He let out a short yelp before laughing. The idiot thought I was affectionate. Until he felt the sedative effect of her bite.
Then he started to get confused.
Wizards tasted better than usual humans. The magic in them or something. But nothing tasted as good as a werewolf. That was like a drug. A vampire could get easily high on the creatures.
Lenora drained the man dry. Looking at the sheets below her she saw she hadn’t cause too much mess and smiled to herself. Now to dispose of the body. The washing cart was the easiest place and slitting his throat with a knife would give her the alibi hat he killed himself or another human murdered him.
Out of Character
Name:
Harry
Age:
18
Name of Playby:
Emilie De Ravin.
Other Characters:
Seth, Jaz and Amelia. [Ditching Cait for a while, she gets no play.]
