Post by Holly-Lynn Moore on May 17, 2008 7:22:45 GMT
Tell us a little bit about yourself...
Name;; Elizabeth
Age [optional];; 15
How long have you been RPing?;; Almost a year.
Holly-Lynn Moore
Character Registration Information[/size]
Full Name: Holly-Lynn Moore
Species: Vampire
Grade: Junior
Age: 17
Sexuality: Bi
Likes: Dark colors, poetry, art, music, smiling.
Dislikes: Annoying people, boring hair, sun sets.
Family Information
Home: New York City
Mother: Blaire Moore
Father: Damien Moore
Siblings: Luke Moore
Children [if applicable] : N/A
Other Family: Aunt Lucy--Diseased
Family History:
Holly was born on April seventeenth, about five minutes before her twin brother Luke. Her parents were both always busy with work, so their aunt Lucy mostly took care of her twin brother and her. She did a great job, and never got married to had children. Her intention was to take care of them for their whole life.
Then, when Holly was about seventeen and a half, her aunt died. Of course, Holly was depressed. She and her aunt had a very close relationship, and she was pretty much a mother to her. Holly went into a bit of a depressing state.
Her brother couldn‘t stand it. She was hardly eating, unless forced, only getting out of bed to go to school, and she had stopped painting, which had always been her favorite thing to do. Her friends were all worried sick. So one October night, Luke made her go to a party with him, against her own will.
She had a miserable time, and of course, she made Luke equally miserable, so they left after roughly three hours. And that is where it happened. Two pale, beautiful figures came out of no where, and bit them. And they lived their immortal life with them.
Inside the Character
Personality:
The first thing you would realize upon talking to Holly, is that she‘s sarcastic, but still extremely sweet. She will say something with all intentions of it being mean, but be wearing a smile upon her face, so it come out as nice. She‘s also a bit of a vain narcisist, although she care about others as well.
Looks are one of the most important thing to her, and she spends a long time making sure she fits her deffinition of perfect each morning. But, at the same time, if anyone else needs any help with their looks, she‘ll help, no questions asked.
Also, art is a big part of her life. She tends to look at things out of an artists point of view, and is always thinking of how much fun it would be to do a portriat of people just meets. Sometimes, she‘ll even ask people if they want to be a part of her next project.
Although she‘s rude, sarcastic, and self obsessed, she‘s surprisingly easy to get along with, if you stay on her good side. She has a pretty good sense of humor, but a weird one, and often finds herself laughing at her own jokes.
Goals: Get one of her paintings in a gallery, Make the perfect portriat of her aunt, become a nicer person, make more friends.
Bad Habits: Being mean for no reason, biting her lower lip when nervous, flipping her hair.
Abilities: Speed, artistic abilities, getting along with people, having a good time.
Physical Appearance and Attributes
Height: five ft four.
Weight: 110 pounds
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Blonde, but she dyes it from time to time.
Celebrity: Dakota Rose
Phobias: Being Hated, Death, Losing someone she loves.
rp sample:
((I hope it‘s okay that I used one from another site I‘m on))]Holly was basically just your average teenager. She stayed up late, didn’t wake up until someone threatened to throw a bucket of water on her, dyed her hair once a week, was a rebel, and was obsessed with fashion. There was nothing special or out of the ordinary about her, and that’s the way she liked it. Of course she was popular, although her friends mostly just liked her for the fact that her parents would give her a credit card when asked, and her mother always knew what was going to be The Next Big Thing.
Her mother was the editor of a succesfull fashion magazine, and her father was a very well known lawyer. Which equals rich and perfect, and of course, everyone expected Holly to match that Rich and Perfect status.
On this particular day, Holly was sitting on her bed with bottles and bottles of hair dye, in everyone color you can imagine, surrounding her, along with a box that had only five bottles of hair dye in it. It was her usual Sunday activity, because Sunday was the day where Holly always did something new to her hair.
A strand of her fell in her face, as she was trying to read the label on a bottle of lime green dye. She sighed and threw her just bleached blonde hair up into a pony tail, then went back to the bottle, pondering what everyone would do if they saw her with a lime green Mohawk. She shut her eyes for a second and imagined it, then laughed and threw it into a box, along with other colors, such as pink, because the year before she did pink and it was disastrous, and blue, because she had just done that the week before. Shethen picked up a purple, and was considering it, while talking out loud, to herself. She had almost decided to use it, when her eyes fell upon a red shirt she was intent on wearing the next day. She sighed loudly.
“Of course…red and purple clash.” She said, sighing once more, and tossing the bottle into the box with a soft thud.
She then moved on to red. She had yet to try red, because she saw how disastrous it was when her aunt dyed her hair red. She laughed at the memory then the red followed the purple into the box of rejected hair colors. Suddenly she had a feeling she wasn’t alone in her room. She glanced at her door, and of course her brother Luke was standing there. But he wasn’t smiling like usual, and he wasn’t teasing her. Something was wrong. She could tell almost immediately.
They both just stood there in silence for a moment, and Holly knew it had to be bad. Luke was always talking someone’s ear off, always joking, always laughing, always smiling, and at the moment he wasn’t.
“What’s wrong?” She said, struggling to keep her voice steady, and not really sure she wanted to know the answer.
“Aunt Lucy’s dead.” He said flatly.
Holly’s jaw dropped, along with the bottle of hair dye in her hand. She couldn’t say anything. She was at a loss for words. Then, after a moment of silence she glared at Luke.
“Funny Luke, Funny.” She said, letting the anger show in her voice. “Joking about something like that.”
Because, of course it had to be one of Luke’s sick twisted little joke’s. Aunt Lucy was healthy, she went to the gym weekly, she ate healthily, there was no way she could be dead…but then, why wasn’t Luke laughing.
“It’s not a joke, Holly.” He said, with a pained expression.
They both sat there in silence as Holly let it sink in. Dead. Her favorite person in the world…dead. It just didn’t make sense. And why didn’t her mother come home? Her own little sister…dead, and she knew, of course she knew, but she was probably too busy. Then the tears started coming harder. Tears of sorrow, for her aunt, and tears of fury that her mother couldn’t even care about it enough. Luke just thought Holly a sympathetic look and walked out, while she cried. The one person on earth she ever trusted…dead.