Post by Blair Merano on Jun 25, 2007 15:50:25 GMT -5
Name:Blair Merano
Gender: female
Species: vampire
Sexuality: streight
Body Age: 21
Age: 457
Personality:
A girl who's certainly quick with words, Blair is easily pissed off, but tends to be afraid to show it.. she tries to hide her anger through a faked smile, preferring to be upset when she isn't accompanied by anyone else. Blair honestly isn't much of a people person - she could lead a conversation for hours on end if she really wanted to, but her nervous tendancies often get in the way of following through on many of her actions.. she has a problem with judgement, and being overly judged. She's a terribly independent woman who's convinced that all she needs is herself and a her friends to stay happy - that's Blair's way of dealing with her issues.
And, honestly, she has quite a few of them.
Quiet and observant but still friendly and comedic, Blair doesn't exactly warm up to just anybody..
Likes:
Pizza
Boys
video games
Horseback riding
Skateboarding
drinking
sex
Racoons
music, (preferibly Emo/Rock/Alternative/metal)
Dislikes:
fakes
country musio
spinach
Fears: Nothing really.
Hobbies/Interests:
Appearance:
Blair has black hair about alittle below her shoulder blades, it's alittle wavy too. She has dark brown eyes to go with her hair. Sometimes she wears Light blue contacts
Blair is Not a emo/goth/punk nor a Prepp. She is just a regularperson vampire that doesn't believie in Labels. She prefers the 'Designer Grunge' look. So usually she would were True Religion Pre-ripped jeans with aN Ella Moss vintage t shirt. She is all for designer, yet she isn't very rich. Blair is into ripped and frayed jeans. She cannot get enough of them. She also loved camisoles(sp) and Vintage tees.
History:
Blair was born in London, England in 1550. She had one older brother, to whom her parents adored, but her...not so much. Her brother was amazingly stuck-up, and made her life hell on a regular basis. He started rumors around the town about her, insulted her, and just made her life a living hell. As a result, she rebelled against everyone.
One day, after a particularly bad fight between her family and her, Blair went to the cemetary, which was (and still is) her favorite place in the world to be. She headed for her grandmother's gravesite, and sat there, pouring out all of her feelings to the gray, lonely tombstone. While she was there, a mysterious figure appeared. He spoke with British accent, and promised her her wildest dreams. Foolishly, she believed him. All she needed to do was kill herself.
This wasn't much of a problem, as she had comtemplating suicide for a while. She ran home, and didn't bother explaining herself to her parents, immediately running for the bathroom. Burrowing through it, sh quickly found a rusted, crooked razor. She darted back to the cemetary, determined that if she was going to die, it would be in her favorite place in the world. She sat in front of her grandmother's grave, fear actually began to settle and swell in the pit of her stomach. Swallowing she made a long slice, though not very deep.
Quickly, she was sitting limply, gaze half lidded, as crimson blood stained the snow below her. The stranger reappeared, and saw her final moments. That is she remembers, and all Blair cares to know.
Post Example:
[This was taken from a HUMAN rp site I rp on.]
Stumbling out the bedroom door, Blair sighed and hurried twords the stairs. Hopefully she wouldn't trip down them. Puling down on her ,now riding up, purple blouse, Blair cautiosly stepped down the stairs. With a triumphent smile that she had made it down safely, she hurried twords the kitchen. The aroma of Alfredo Pizza lingering in the air.
Motherrrrrrrrrr
She whined when Her mother, Crista Underwood, told her to wash off her hands. Crista just glared at her, crossing her delicate arms and then pointing twords the bathroom. Blair Stomped off, turning to the right, she opened the door and screamed. Her mother came rushing by, and there it was, lying there, lifeless. A rat. Blair's brow lifted as soon as she found out it wasn't real.
Mom, what is Ratty the Fatty fake rat doing here?
Blair questioned, her voice was soft, but harsh, Crista just shrugged and moved it; pointed to the sink; and left. Blair scowled at her, and then switched the water on. Blair rolled her dark-brown eyes and stared at herself in the mirror.
She stepped out, wondering were everyone had gone. She shrugged, and took a piece of steaming hot Alfredo Pizza out of the box. She looekd at the clock, 7:56. Time to eat, blair. She thought as the pizza was down her throat in 2 minutes. Reaching for another peice, she felt her stomach heave, so Blair decided one was enough for right now. Swiveling on her heal, she turned twords the living room. Turning her head to everyside, just to make sure no one was going to jump out and suprise her. Blair scratched her hair, rose a brow, and sighed. Where did everyone go?! It has only been 5 minutes her thoughts bounced around in her head.
Blair shivered, it had suddenly got cold in the house. Carefully making her way to the stairs, she stepped on something, and broke it. Blair Gasped and dropped to the floor. It was Her mother's plasic doll that she had since she was a child. Blair rubbed her head, and sighed, a great sigh. It was terrible. She would get grounded for weeks, and weeks, and... She laughed. All she could do was laugh. There was something so funny about it, she just couldn't put her boney finger on it. She sat on the wooden floor. Not exactly sure what to do with the broken doll. Toss it, and never tell her mom? Blame it on the dog No. There was something even better than that. Blair would tell the truth. For once in her life. Things would be different for Blair.
Lying, it was like rollerblading, and then suddenly falling into a deep, dark, abyss. It was fun and games 'til you got caught. Yeah, things would get better...
Blair thought about it as she got up, slowly moving twords the stairs with the doll. What ever happened to her, happened to her. It would be her fate;' either never falling into that abyss again, or just stay in there for eternity.. Only god knows...
Gender: female
Species: vampire
Sexuality: streight
Body Age: 21
Age: 457
Personality:
A girl who's certainly quick with words, Blair is easily pissed off, but tends to be afraid to show it.. she tries to hide her anger through a faked smile, preferring to be upset when she isn't accompanied by anyone else. Blair honestly isn't much of a people person - she could lead a conversation for hours on end if she really wanted to, but her nervous tendancies often get in the way of following through on many of her actions.. she has a problem with judgement, and being overly judged. She's a terribly independent woman who's convinced that all she needs is herself and a her friends to stay happy - that's Blair's way of dealing with her issues.
And, honestly, she has quite a few of them.
Quiet and observant but still friendly and comedic, Blair doesn't exactly warm up to just anybody..
Likes:
Pizza
Boys
video games
Horseback riding
Skateboarding
drinking
sex
Racoons
music, (preferibly Emo/Rock/Alternative/metal)
Dislikes:
fakes
country musio
spinach
Fears: Nothing really.
Hobbies/Interests:
Appearance:
Blair has black hair about alittle below her shoulder blades, it's alittle wavy too. She has dark brown eyes to go with her hair. Sometimes she wears Light blue contacts
Blair is Not a emo/goth/punk nor a Prepp. She is just a regular
History:
Blair was born in London, England in 1550. She had one older brother, to whom her parents adored, but her...not so much. Her brother was amazingly stuck-up, and made her life hell on a regular basis. He started rumors around the town about her, insulted her, and just made her life a living hell. As a result, she rebelled against everyone.
One day, after a particularly bad fight between her family and her, Blair went to the cemetary, which was (and still is) her favorite place in the world to be. She headed for her grandmother's gravesite, and sat there, pouring out all of her feelings to the gray, lonely tombstone. While she was there, a mysterious figure appeared. He spoke with British accent, and promised her her wildest dreams. Foolishly, she believed him. All she needed to do was kill herself.
This wasn't much of a problem, as she had comtemplating suicide for a while. She ran home, and didn't bother explaining herself to her parents, immediately running for the bathroom. Burrowing through it, sh quickly found a rusted, crooked razor. She darted back to the cemetary, determined that if she was going to die, it would be in her favorite place in the world. She sat in front of her grandmother's grave, fear actually began to settle and swell in the pit of her stomach. Swallowing she made a long slice, though not very deep.
Quickly, she was sitting limply, gaze half lidded, as crimson blood stained the snow below her. The stranger reappeared, and saw her final moments. That is she remembers, and all Blair cares to know.
Post Example:
[This was taken from a HUMAN rp site I rp on.]
Stumbling out the bedroom door, Blair sighed and hurried twords the stairs. Hopefully she wouldn't trip down them. Puling down on her ,now riding up, purple blouse, Blair cautiosly stepped down the stairs. With a triumphent smile that she had made it down safely, she hurried twords the kitchen. The aroma of Alfredo Pizza lingering in the air.
Motherrrrrrrrrr
She whined when Her mother, Crista Underwood, told her to wash off her hands. Crista just glared at her, crossing her delicate arms and then pointing twords the bathroom. Blair Stomped off, turning to the right, she opened the door and screamed. Her mother came rushing by, and there it was, lying there, lifeless. A rat. Blair's brow lifted as soon as she found out it wasn't real.
Mom, what is Ratty the Fatty fake rat doing here?
Blair questioned, her voice was soft, but harsh, Crista just shrugged and moved it; pointed to the sink; and left. Blair scowled at her, and then switched the water on. Blair rolled her dark-brown eyes and stared at herself in the mirror.
She stepped out, wondering were everyone had gone. She shrugged, and took a piece of steaming hot Alfredo Pizza out of the box. She looekd at the clock, 7:56. Time to eat, blair. She thought as the pizza was down her throat in 2 minutes. Reaching for another peice, she felt her stomach heave, so Blair decided one was enough for right now. Swiveling on her heal, she turned twords the living room. Turning her head to everyside, just to make sure no one was going to jump out and suprise her. Blair scratched her hair, rose a brow, and sighed. Where did everyone go?! It has only been 5 minutes her thoughts bounced around in her head.
Blair shivered, it had suddenly got cold in the house. Carefully making her way to the stairs, she stepped on something, and broke it. Blair Gasped and dropped to the floor. It was Her mother's plasic doll that she had since she was a child. Blair rubbed her head, and sighed, a great sigh. It was terrible. She would get grounded for weeks, and weeks, and... She laughed. All she could do was laugh. There was something so funny about it, she just couldn't put her boney finger on it. She sat on the wooden floor. Not exactly sure what to do with the broken doll. Toss it, and never tell her mom? Blame it on the dog No. There was something even better than that. Blair would tell the truth. For once in her life. Things would be different for Blair.
Lying, it was like rollerblading, and then suddenly falling into a deep, dark, abyss. It was fun and games 'til you got caught. Yeah, things would get better...
Blair thought about it as she got up, slowly moving twords the stairs with the doll. What ever happened to her, happened to her. It would be her fate;' either never falling into that abyss again, or just stay in there for eternity.. Only god knows...
Awesome character!