Gender: Female
Age: Forever 19 (192)
Special Power: She can "throw" her voice to be heard by all or just by one person. It's like she's speaking to you in your head, but she's actually talking, only those she chooses can hear it.
Weaknesses: Bi polar, pretty girls, fashion, sour gummy worms.
Strengths: throwing her voice, persuasion, good looks, mind games.
Species: Vampire
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Description (Two paragraphs): well, my pictures show everything, but just in case... Annora is 5'8" and she is terribly skinny. It's hard to keep meat on your bones just off of blood. She wears contacts so her eye color is always changing, she also changes her hair CONSTANTLY. she adores piercings and tattoo's, if you hadn't noticed she has quiet a few. her nose, lips and ears are pierced multiple times. she also has a bat tattoo on her stomach. she is into the punk/Lolita fashion style so she doesn't really have anything constant wit her wardrobe.
Personality (Two paragraphs): Annora is very free spirited and rebellious to say the least. She's in to the new age underground punk life style. she loves to have fun with no consequences, which isn't very hard being the persuasive little devil that she is. she has a very quick temper and she can be rather snappy, it's not rudeness, she just doesn't like people getting to close to her. This girl loves to argue, she is very stubborn and she doesn't take no for an answer.
Annora is very fun to be around, she is full of quick wit and sarcasm. Which can be a good thing and a bad thing. Most people love her but at there are also those times when you want to bash her head in. She is very straight forward and that's what gets people. She likes to bend the rules so if you are one for structure Annora is not your type of person.
Hometown: London England, but of course.
History (At least two paragraphs): Annora was born in London England on October 17, 1797. Her father left shortly after her fourth birthday so it was just her and her mom. They lived in a dull little duplex up until Annora moved out on her 19th birthday. Being the reckless partier that she was, and given the circumstances of her new house she decided to celebrate. In August of 1816 she went to the beach to meet up with her dearest friend Michole and her other gypsy friends. They had promised to throw a party for her. Unfortunately, Michole or the others were not there. She wandered the beach for hours until she came upon a gentleman sitting next to a fire in the sand. Annora was alone and in the mood to party so she asked to keep the man company. They sat and talked for hours and hours. of course, things got heated but it didn't get far before he was sinking his teeth into her throat.
Markaeus. He was an ancient and he was very cunning. Than again, Annora was rather naive, either way, she was turned. at first she regretted it. it took years for her to accept her curse as a blessing.
Sample Roleplay (At least two paragraphs):
The wind blew dried leaves down the cobblestone walk. The one street light above illuminated the puddles with dim yellow light. Annora strolled slowly down the path, her mind lingering on memories of old. Markaeus... If only I could see you again. One question that's all I want.
Her fingers running across the top of a bench, still sprinkled with drops of water from the earlier rain. She smelt it as the wind blew by her, the scent creating goose bumps. A mortal taking a stroll. how delightful. oh that extravagant scent. She was trying to cut back on humans, but he smelt so good. Her fists clenching, she fought the urge, an internal war... that she lost. in an instant she whirred to his side. barely giving him a chance to gasp at her sudden appearance she grabbed him by his hair and his shoulder, ripping him to the side and revealing his neck. His beautiful pulse suddenly irregular with fear. His vane's flowing with that sweet nectar. Annora looked to the moon, asking forgiveness, she broke his neck and than she sank her teeth into his flesh. A quick death, she remembered that feeling of being drained. that burning pain, no one should have to live through that.
