Post by viper lufane on Jun 16, 2008 14:30:46 GMT
Tell us a little bit about yourself...
Name;; Chelsea[/size]
Age [optional];; Fifteen
How long have you been RPing?;; jeez, um like six years I think.
Viper Susan Lufane
Character Registration Information[/size][/blockquote]
Full Name: Vivian "Viper" Susan Lufane
Species: Human
Grade: Senior
Age: Seventeen
Sexuality: Bicurious
Likes:
+Black and white movies
+Sharpies
+Razors
+taking pictures
+Photography
+Jewelry
+Rain
+The smell after it rains
+nature
+'20s pin-up girls
+Retro and vintage clothing
+Trucks
+Drinking
+Ciggys
+HELLO fricken KITTY
+Animals
+Sex
+Drinking
+Boysies
+Girlies
+Snakes
+Tongue twisters
+Vampires
+Werewolves
Dislikes
+Them damn birds
+Stuck ups
+Preps
+Wanna be's
+Try ta be's
+Gangstas (The real ones, not the make believe funny as hell ones)
+Homophobs
+Rap music
+Medicinal shots
+Overly optimistic people
+Rabbits
+Crooked slongs
Family Information
Home: Manhattan, NY
Mother: Annabelle Lufane
Father: Raymond Lufane
Siblings: Shadern Maple, Step brother
Children [if applicable] : N/A
Other Family: Corei Maple, step mother
Family History:
With a father’s broken hand and a mother’s scream, Vivian Susan Lufane was born into the world. She was born in the month of October during the season of fall in Manhattan, New York. It was a time of change, and a time of death. Both of these elements would twist their way into Vivian’s life time and time again.
Both of Vivian’s parents were well endowed and making their fair share of money in the medical field. Annabelle was a brain surgeon and Raymond was an open heart surgeon. They were the best in their fields and were constantly on call. Annabelle was so obsessed with her work that she only took a month for maternity leave once Vivian was born. She hired additional help at this point, a nanny by the name of Luisa.
Luisa was young, barely twenty when the Lufanes hired her but she knew what she was doing. She moved in with them and took care of Vivian like she was her own. Luisa quickly took the place of a mother in Vivian’s life since her natural one was never around. Vivian’s first steps were in Luisa’s care, as were her first words, and the first book she ever read was on a Monday whilst she sat in her nanny’s lap. The two grew a bond that Annabelle could never touch, could never replicate no matter how hard she tried. However, she never tried. She just kept working as did her husband.
At age five, when Vivian began kindergarten, Annabelle and Raymond came home to wish their daughter off. They for some reason or other, wished to be in their daughter’s presence when she walked from the car to her classroom. However, their act did not fool Vivian, even at such a young age. She revolted at the idea of her parents taking her and began to act wildly. She threw things and broke her mother’s fine china. Anything she could get her hands on quickly became shattered across the floor. It was not until Luisa walked into the room that she began to cry. Vivian sprinted to her nanny and clung to her legs, weeping into her skirt. This obvious preference to Luisa made Annabelle’s mind spiral into perpetual hatred for this girl she had hired and in that moment, Annabelle was Vivian’s mother. She stomped over to Luisa, slapped her across the face and snatched her daughter away from her in her angry rage. Catching on, Raymond opened the door for his wife when she practically threw Luisa out of their house. A simple 'you're fired' seemed to conventional at this point. Only a dream to Vivian who had just lost her everything.
Crushed and heartbroken, Vivian spoke as little as possible to her parents and spent her time locked up in her room or at school reading the books Luisa had left her. She dreamt about the day she would leave her parents. About how they would be horrified that she was gone and she could never feel happy until she was across the country.
It was two years later, a week before she was to turn eight that death reared its head in her life. Vivian was awakened by a single gunshot in the middle of the night. She rushed to her parents' room where the sound had come from. She was greeted by her mother's blank and emotionless face. The gun was on the floor beside her and the blood splatter was everywhere. Vivian looked at her mother and felt not sorrow or remorse, but anger and hatred. The hole in the back of her skull was not enough for her. She needed more satisfaction than this. She snatched the gun from the floor and shot her mother threw the heart. Not until that second was Vivian even with her mother. A heart for a heart.
Her eighth birthday was spent on a plane to Atlanta, Georgia where she would attend boarding school for the next five years. Her father needed to get rid of his daughter because she had made his wife's death more final. He, unlike Vivian, was mouring for Annabelle.
Once at the school Vivian made little effort to gain social contacts. She saw no need to be associated with a school full of stuck up rich kid brats. However, a few with the same ideals as her soon made up her group of 'friends'. Vivian was their ring leader and they were her support group. It was not long before the five were known to everyone as the trouble makers of the school.
However, it was not until eighth grade that Vivian's shenanigans would trip her into expulsion from the academy. She was thirteen and already had a knockout body. She had developed an interest in her science teacher, Mr. Walter. She spent extra time in his class and made sure to roll her plaid uniform skirt up higher before she entered his classroom. She quickly flirted her way into his sexual desire. What she did not know until later, was that he had been watching her since the moment she walked into his classroom. He was obsessed with her so when they had intercourse one day after school on top of his desk, it was his fulfilment just as much as it was hers. That day was the day that three things happened. Vivian lost her virginity, she became known as easy, and she became addicted to sex.
At the court case, Mr. Walter pleaded guilty and found himself in jail. Before the case even began, the school fired him and his wife divorced him. Before any of that, Vivian was expelled from the school and went back to Manhattan, New York. When she arrived, she learned that her father had remarried to a woman named Corei Maple. She was kind and loving. The type of mother Vivian had always wanted and she brought with her a seventeen year old son named Shadern. The two quickly became inseperable.
However, Raymond could not deal with his daughter and so shipped her off to Eden Hill for high school. It was during her freshman year she realized why she had never heard about Eden Hill before. They tried to keep the school hush hush because of all the vampires and werewolves running amuk.
Now in her senior year, Viper has never felt more at home in a place where everyone is a little out there.
Inside the Character
Personality:
rebellious;;
Ah, who ever told her to follow the rules would be so dissapointed. Viper marches to the beat of her own drum and if she wants to do something, no law or rule is going to get in her way. In fact, she strives to break the laws. Some of her clients used to joke and say that she was the reason the saying 'rules are made to break' was created. She's constantly trying to bring the legal system down. Well, any big overbearing system really. She'll do anything from holding a boycott, to basejumping off the nearest building, to cursing the judge out at her DUI case. She doesn't care what happens to her now. She lives for the adrenaline that her rebellious natures gives her and there's no way in hell that she's ever going to go straight edge and lose it.
sexual;;
It all started with her first experiance in eighth grade with Mr. Walter. Ever since then, she just can't stop. She's been the girl everyone talks about since then because she's easily labeled as that one sex addict. She could care less though. As long as she gets what she wants, she's satisfied. Viper is constantly getting more creative with her sex. She's been whipped, hand cuffed, and tried almost ever position out there. If you're looking for an experianced partner, you've found her. Lately though, she's been branching out from just men. Women have been peeking her interest and threesomes seem close in her future.
free spirited;;
No one can hold this girl down, she's just to floaty. Viper loves to meet people, to be with people, and just to have fun. She has no regrets and she never hesitates to do anything that could give her the time of her life. Life is a journey and she intends to walk down ever pathway with nothing holding her back. She has absolutely no intention of wasting a single breath. Life is just to short.
party girl;;
This aspect of her person goes hand in hand with the fact that she is free spirted and that she craves sexual attention. If there's a party, Viper will be there. No matter how calm and quiet or loud and wild it is. She knows how to heat up the club just the right way and she's always the last to walk in and the last one to walk out. Well, she usually walks out with someone else and completely wasted. Viper is undeniably the life of the party everytime and she knows what she's doing on the dance floor. Even though she doesn't compete with other girls, there really isn't a competition when Viper's on the floor. Sorry baby.
immature;;
Viper never exactly got the memo that eventually, you are supposed to grow up. She plays everything off as a game and she thinks that everyone is always up to play. Too bad this isn't even close to how the world maps out. However, this way of thinking has shielded her from many of the harsh realities of the world. It may not be ideal to act this way, but it works for Viper. She gets to act like she's four, shirk responsibilities for a day, and it usually gets her out of serious relationships. Immaturity is the easiest reason to leave someone after the sex.
pensive;;
When the lights go out and the music stops, Viper is left alone to think. This is exactly what she does. While most people would never guess it, this little snake is actually extremely deep. She contemplates everything in her life over and over but never gets an answer. The one question that seems to plague her is 'Where am I going in life?' She's written songs, poems, lines about it but she'd never been able to come up with a definitive answer.
Goals:
+To become either a vampire or a werewolf
+Drink a gallon of tequila without passing out
Bad Habits:
+Stifles her emotions
+Drinks too much
+Smokes to much
+Rushes into sex
+Backs out of serious relationships
Abilities:
+Can tie a knot in a cherry stem with her tongue
+Can do most tongue twisters
Physical Appearance and Attributes
Height: 5'3
Weight: 118lbs
Eyes:Viper's eyes are wide and prying. Their almond shape gives off the impression that no matter what you are saying whether it be fact or fiction, she knows and it taking in every last syllable. Which more than likely she is. However, the color of her eyes is what usually mystifys the masses. They are such a pale color of blue, that she passes them off for gray. At this point, she's stopped counting how many people have asked her if she were blind. To enhance th gray color, Viper always surrounds her eyes with thick lines of eyeliner and drowns her lashes in mascara. The color of both depends on her mood of the day.
Hair: Viper's hair is jet black. However, it was not always as black as it is now. She was born a brunette but as time went on, her hair darkened in the best way possible. Of course, she had always intended to dye her hair black in the event that it did not darken. The style is crazy and wild, much like her personality. It falls to about four inches below her neckline. She has side bangs that fall to the left side of her face. They also fall where they please. There was a time when she spent time on her hair, but honestly, it looks better unkempt.
Celebrity: Katy Perry
Phobias:
+Spiders
+Clowns
+Leaving Eden Academy
+Mortality
rp sample:A sigh escaped her purple stained lips as her (red) converse tapped against the linoleum flooring. Lizzie was less than amused with this hell hole. It gave her nothing to do and everyone here was beyond below her standards for social interaction. However, there was one boy not to long ago that had satisfied her needs and entertained her. It was a pity he ended up to be cannibalistic and ate part of one of the doctor's arms. They sent him across the country to a higher security insane asylum. She truly would miss him. No one could quite stimulate her the way he had in their time together.
A bell rung throughout the halls and Lizzie sneered. The bell signified that it was time for testing, which she would be once again skipping. She continued to walk down the hall towards the room that had the drop down ladder. This ladder led to her favorite hide out in the entire place, the attic. Sure, you inhaled your far share of dust whenever you entered, but who cared if it eventually caused asthma or lung cancer? She was bound to die in this shit hole anyway. Might as well go out with a torturous bang. Some would call it karma for what she did to her grandparents, she would call it fate.
Lizzie heard the nurses screams around a corner and picked up her walk to a jog towards the door. Lately the nurses seemed to be favoring sedatives before taking in the levels three and four. For whatever reason, they seemed more prone to fight back or run. Lizzie was one for both. Even though she knew these nurses could never catch her if they tried, she sprinted the remaining few feet to the door and quietly opened it and closed it behind herself once she was in.
Pulling the ladder down as quietly as possible, Lizzie climbed up and placed her hands on the dusty floor to pull herself up and through the square cutout. Her eyes widened as they fell upon a girl in the corner. Most people would have never seen her here, nestled in the corner that way she was but Lizzie's eyes were accustomed to the lighting here in the attic and she could easily see through the haze that the dust presented.
At first, she did not say anything. She simply walked into the attic and pulled the ladder back up behind her and shoved one of the boxes on top of the hatch. Then, Lizzie's attention turned towards the blonde. She looked harmless enough. She decided it best to wait for her to say something. Plus, Lizzie wasn't exactly the social goddess.
none of these freaky virgos