I would reallyprefer it if you called me:[Eve]
Wait a sec...I'm HOW old?![17/95]
I act a little something like this:[I'm a real wild child, a product of the era I grew up in. I have a mouth that would make a sailor blush and I'm not afraid to hold back in any way. I let my opinion be known and I'm a little too outspoken for my own good.I'm a huge flirt and I fall in and out of lust very easily; it's not surprising that I have a new boy every few weeks. That being said, I can be a real sweetheart. I'm easy to talk to and I can keep a secret. I love to read and listen to music (from my era, not this new stuff.). I defintly dance to the beat of my own drum.]
Although this is how I look:
So this is why I'm the way I am:[I was born on a chilly October night (October 12th, to be correct.) in 1908 to two of the most wonderful, loving parents anyone could ask for. But they were strict. Daddy was a doctor and mama was a house wife. We lived in a nice house, in a nice neighborhood and were one of the most respected families in our community. We had money (loads of it.), class, and a high position in society. But, like everything else in those days, appearance was everything. And I do me everything. Not only was daddy a doctor, oh no, he was a two-timer as well, sleeping with any pretty gal that looked his way. Mama suffered from depression, of course we didn't call it that back then. Daddy and her got into fights almost nightly. She would scream and throw things and he would hit her. Of course, they tried to hide it from me because despite the fact that they hated each other, the did love me and did their best to shower me with love and affection (in the form of toys and pretty dresses) and to keep a smile on for my sake...and everyone else's.
With a home life like that is it any wonder that when I turned 16 I began to sneak out of the house? I would go to clubs and parties dressed up all swanky and dance the night away. I guess you could call me a flapper. Most everyone else did. It was my love of this new and exciting form of freedom that would inevitably lead to my death. You see, one night as I was getting ready to leave on of my favorite place, an opium den called Chin's, a man pulled me aside and began to sweet talk me. We began to see each other on and off for a few months. We decided to run away and get hitched. I was 18 and invincible, or so I thought. Turns out that there was something he 'forgot' to mention. He was a vampire and he decided that I would be in his best interest, as well as mine, if he 'turned' me. "This way we can be together forever, baby." he had said. I agreed thinking that this would be an exciting new adventure but little did I know, he was the 'love 'em and leave 'em' type. We were together for a little over a year, just long enough for him to show me the ropes, and then one day he was gone. I haven't seen him since. For the year after I became a vampire, I kept up appearances. I acted like a normal girl, like the girl I had been. But there was no denying that there was something different about me, both mentally and physically. A few weeks after he left me, I ran away and left everything I had ever known behind. Later on I found out that my mother had killed herself and my daddy remarried, but died of old age a few years after. Aside from that, I didn't have any connection to my old life. I reinvented myself and forgot everything I had been raised to believe. Since then I've been moving from town to town and changing with the times.
((one of my characters. i use her for vampire rps mainly. using the skeleton from an rp i'm in now.))
