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Post by Mystic Monkey Mon Jul 23, 2012 1:44 am

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Name: Roxanne Parker
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Eye Color: Brown
Hair: Brown
Skin Color: Slight tan
Height: 5'6"
Parents: A human father named Chris and a vampire mother named Scarlet.
Species: Vampire
Physical Description: Picture
Personality: Very secretive.
Talents: An artist.
Weapon: A silver dagger, a gold sword and a bronze knife.
Born or Turned: 13 July 2010 (She was 15)
Flaws*: Secretive, shy, has the urge to drink blood and naive.
Powers: Can run very, very fast.
Back-story**: Roxanne lived with her parents in a mansion in Miami. Her parents spoiled her rotten, they gave her everything she asked. Roxanne didn't grow up a spoiled brat though, she would usually act like she came from a normal family and not a family of vampires. Her mother soon got tired of having her father as a human and turned him into a vampire. Roxanne became furious with her mother, her father was the only normal part of her life, now that was gone too. At the age of 15 Roxanne finally became a full vampire, she would always have the urge to drink someones blood and she hated it so much. Roxanne couldn't take it anymore, she hated her life so much. One night sh packed her belongings and ran away from home.
Roleplay Example**: I walk in and see a few people. I wave to them, but they don't seem to notice me. I walk towards them, "Hi." I say in a low tone. They still didn't say anything, I poke one of them. They felt like they were made from clay, What is this? I wonder. I wave my hand in front of one of them, "Hello?" I ask it. "This is berserk." I mutter, "What are you?" I ask myself as I poke the clay figures. I pushed down on of them, still nothing happened, I suddenly became scared. "This is not natural." I say to myself as I leave.

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