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.::_____MY PARENTS NaMED ME
      ) Genevieve Antoinette Bathurst (

.::_____OTHERS CaLL ME
      ) Absinthe, Absinthie (

.::_____MY LiFE ON EARTH
      ) 414, Genevieve was born to the vampiric world when she was nineteen and remains to look nineteen. (

.::_____MY MaTE
      ) None yet. (

.::_____i BELONG TOO
      ) Again, not yet...I will explain in the bio portion. (

.::_____WHaT PEOPLE SEE

.::_____UNDER THE SKiN
      ) Absinthe is rather a loner, she has little to say to anyone and when she does it normally is cocky and arrogant. She never lets anyone know her real name, Genevieve, and you are lucky enough if she tells you her nick name at all. She doesnt like people, particularly women and if you are a woman and she does take well of you be grateful. She takes particular pride of her assets and uses her breast size to get what she wants, more reasoning why will be put in her bio.
      She is flirty if she takes a liking to you but other than that, she tries to avoid contact with anyone. Though when she puts on this hard exterior she is only trying to keep herself from getting hurt. Many have hurt her in the past and she wishes to never go through that again.
      She had a little sister that she held dearly in her heart. Though that too was ripped from her and attributes to her sense of distancing herself from people.       (

.::_____IT‘S aLL IN THE PAST
      ) Absinthe was born Genevieve Antoinette Bathurst in a small town in France. There she remained until she was 18 when her parents moved to Paris, her little sister, Isabell was brought into this world, five years previous, and it was at the point where her and her little sister couldn't share a room anymore, the family needed a bigger place. Though finances went sour and Genevieve was forced to take up a job. She tried everything before she finally got a job as a Prostitute, working in a brothel, where she earned the nickname of Absinthe, for her eyes. The scars that are on her body are from jealous wives of men who would come and visit her instead of staying home. At first Absinthe was reluctant to everything about the job, the scars on her thighs are from the men that had paid but didn't get what they wanted, directly, her male customers learned a trick amongst themselves to get her to do what they wanted...They would place a double edged blade in between her thighs until she accepted them and finally gave in. Soon she just gave into everything, the men, the booze, and her given name. She started dying the tips of her hair green after that. Shortly after that her mother and father fell ill and passed away, leaving Absinthe to take care of her sister. Absinthe worked hard, working, coming home, tending to her sister every waking moment. She paid for her sister's education.
      Until one evening at work, Absinthe met a Russian man who promised to take care of her and her sister. The man was handsome and had lots of money, the stipulation was that she would have to move to Russia with him while her sister remained at school in Paris... Reluctantly Absinthe agreed. A year went by and she remained in Russia, home-sick and worried about her sister, she only ever was happy when she got a letter from young Isabell. And then her happiness only lasted a week. Though the man treated her kindly, there was something she feared in him. He would bring women into his room at night, though she could not enjoy the company of other men. But when she would wake in the morning they would be gone, the only sign of them were the small traces of blood on his pillow cases.
      One afternoon when her and her kind confidant were in town, whispers followed them...One of the shop keepers whispered a word of warning in her ear, and only one word, '...Vampyre...' She was very confused by this term, she had never heard this word before. Later she asked him about it, though he said nothing and returned to his chambers.
      A few weeks later, while her life seemed to be a little more routine and her French accent turned into a Russian gruff, Absinthe got a letter from her sister's school... Isabell had gotten fatally ill and passed. Grief stricken she ran to him, she cried on his shoulder and begged to die, she wished to be with her sister, though on that night when she was pleading with him to take her life, he acted weird, and distant more distant than he had in the past...He told her he would do it, he told her that he would take her life and let her join her sister, he promised... So with her head turned into his shoulder, he sunk his enlarged eye teeth into her throat, a loud crunch accompanied it, then the warm trickle of blood on her neck. He drank deeply of her sin filled blood, the taste so sweet and warm...He drank until she was almost drained of life, and then for some reason he stopped, he couldn't kill this girl, he loved her.
      Quickly and elegantly, he cut his own wrist and made her almost lifeless body drink his blood, the blood of a vampyre. When she awoke the next day and realized that she was not dead, and there was no heavenly visions of her sister to be seen, she searched for the man that had promised her death and didn't deliver. A large fight ensued even after he had told her why he couldn't take her life. She left that evening and two hearts were broken that night.
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.::_____WHaT MAKES ME FUZZY INSIDE
      ) Alcohol, the colour green, theatre, drawing, and black cats. (

.::_____The PAIN I FEEL
      ) Feeling pain, harming others, prostitution, illness, and death. (

.::_____THE STRiNGS THAT PULL ME
      ) Absinthe Arsenic Lace. (


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Vlad T

Report | 06/17/2009 9:26 pm

Vlad T

hey there, I see you loged in somewhat recently. I hope you come back on soon.
Vlad T

Report | 04/18/2009 12:07 am

Vlad T

Hey, How have you been? Long time since we've talked
Vlad T

Report | 04/01/2009 2:02 pm

Vlad T

hey, I was wondering when you think you might have time for the rp again?
Vlad T

Report | 03/31/2009 5:51 pm

Vlad T

no worriess, good luck at the new job, I was wondering were you had gone
Vlad T

Report | 03/29/2009 8:10 pm

Vlad T

where have you been off to?
Vlad T

Report | 03/28/2009 12:13 am

Vlad T

I really am German/ native american by the way. My sister has a muskrat skull on her hat- I never said I wasn't weird. Vincent is after Vincent price if you were wondering, I had to come up with it off the top of my head and we had just been talking about him that night, still my favorit actor. I've been Vincent ever since.
Vlad T

Report | 03/27/2009 11:59 pm

Vlad T

oh. Did you get my message I asume?
Vlad T

Report | 03/27/2009 11:55 pm

Vlad T

I'm sorry. You went offline, I hope it wasn't because of me. I'm sorry.
Vlad T

Report | 03/27/2009 11:25 pm

Vlad T

reflectiveness?
Vlad T

Report | 03/27/2009 11:21 pm

Vlad T

I don't know, I'm paranoid.

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