Post by Astrid Vale on Sept 22, 2016 23:26:36 GMT
astrid lorelei vale
and ashes to ashes, dust to dust
JUST THE BASICS
full.name; astrid lorelei vale
nicknames; no nicknames whatsoever.
age; Forever 23. Thats all you need to know.
birthday; Born on August 22nd
i make a name by; sometimes she makes clothes. it all depends on her mood, really.
PICTURES WORTH A THOUSAND WORDS
This is what I look like
Astrid is pretty short. She stands at exacty 5'2" [AND A HALF, AND DONT TEMPT HER, SHE'LL ARGUE IT.] with bright green eyes, and shoulder length, jet black hair. Unevenly cut, so that it hangs over in weird angles. She's tiny, on the petite side, so small in fact she can fit into childrens clothing which she absolutely hates, because it means a lot of her things need to be custom made. And when I say small, I mean everything about her is teeny. Right down to her chest. Of course, since she's a vampire, she has crazy pale translucent skin.. and, who could forget? Fangs. Sharp, pointy, deadly fangs. She always wear heavy eyeliner, dark lips, and black nails. I mean, come on, she's a woman of the night. Of course she'd have these features.
EVERYTHING'S INSIDE
Likes;
♥ Her birthday.
♥ Electric Guitar
♥ Keyboards
♥ The internet
♥ Eyeliner.
♥ Cuddling
♥ Monster Energy [she can always, or ALMOST always, be seen with one.]
♥ Girls, Guys, whatever.
Dislikes;
- Hairy chests
- Really BIG boobs.
- Rockstar Drinks
- Yellow Lights
- Soap Operas.
- Drama
- Popular things.
Strengths;
♥ Speed
♥ Kindness
♥ Somewhat intelligent
♥ Music
Weaknesses;
- Blood
- The sight of Blood
- Really cute guys wearing eyeliner.
Fears;
- Death and Dying
- Getting caught outside at Dawn.
- Having to drink blood.
- Other vampires.
Quirks;
- Astrid faints at the sight of blood. Her blood, someone elses blood, blood she needs to survive.. etc.
Orientation; Bi-Sexual
If you wanna get with me; Astrid likes people who have a ton of personality, like herself. She likes to laugh, and make jokes, [even at other peoples expenses, sometimes] and she definitely finds attractiveness in ones brain. Not just their looks, although, if you were to ask her THAT question, she'd have to say tall, dark, and spooky.
I'll bite you if you try; Anything having to do with blood. Period.
Secrets; The girl doesn't really have secrets... oh, besides the one where she's from the Victorian Age. She'll never admit it, though. She'll claim to be a Vamp newbie for the rest of her undead life.
The girls personality is strange. She likes dark things, and normal things like cemeteries, Gothic things like skulls and bats [harhar], but she's extremely... bubbly? She is entirely in love with the Goth aesthetic, but doesn't see life as morbid and terrible. Astrid is probably one of the nicest vampires you'll ever meet. What she is contradicts WHO she is, in probably the biggest way possible. The girl likes to go out of her way to make someone smile, even though she probably shouldn't. Her reputation as a vampire is terrible, and more people laugh AT her, than with her. At times, it gets her down, but as long as she can make one persons day thats all that she really cares about. The girl definitely needs a lesson or two in how to be a creature of the night. Its laughable, really.
Astrid is also extremely loyal, almost to a fault. She's easily talked into things, and is extremely gullible. If you were to tell her that the sky was turning green, she'd most likely believe you. Its almost terrible just how easily someone could take advantage of her. And the worst part is, she's a creature of habit. So nothing ever changes, and she never learns her lesson. On top of that, she faints at the sight of blood. Any kind of blood. Her blood, someone elses, a cut, scrape, nosebleed, doesn't matter. Its all the same. Even the scent is enough to make her dizzy and run out of the room. She can't do anything but taste it, and thats only because she needs it to live. And being she's afraid of death, its either choke down some B+, or have tea with the grim reaper, and she honestly, definitely, doesn't want that.
And when Astrid loves, she does so with her entire heart. Theres absolutely nothing she won't do for someone that she cares about. Whether it be a friend, or a lover, she overextends herself to the brink of exhaustion to ensure they're aware of her complete devotion. Its kind of annoying, and kind of cute at the same time. Sort of. You have to have a lot of patience to be able to deal with her excitedness and over happiness about certain things. And though she's quite the carefree individual, she does have extreme paranoia about running into the vampire that turned her.
All in all, completely the opposite of probably all other vampires in existence.
WHERE I COME FROM
christopher HALE---> grandfather [deceased]
raphael HALE ---> father
pandora HALE ---> mother
As if you needed to know more..
Astrid was born August 22nd, 1837 to her Parents, Christopher and Pandora in England, the Victorian Era. The girl had a normal life, two parents that, despite not actually being married loved her, took care of her and did as much as they possibly could for her. It was strange era to be raised in, knowing what Astrid does now, but nevertheless she loved her England. She was highly educated, and mostly popular. Her family wasn't rich, but they weren't too poor either. As she grew up, there was nothing her mother wouldn't do for her, and in her fathers eyes, she could do no wrong. Being the only child had its perks, though, but she always wished she had had siblings.
Astrid also had a weak heart, never being able to handle the sight, smell, or feel of blood. Or gore. She was raised to be a proper lady, and things of that nature weren't the least bit ladylike. But it was more than that, too. Astrid was born physically weak, and any sort of rigorous activity would put her in bed for weeks at a time. She had a knack for fainting, and scaring the pants of the people around her. She was always afraid that one day her heart would cease to beat, and she would die.
At the age of Seventeen, her parents had decided to go their seperate ways, as they started to not really get a long. Astrid understood that, and knew that it was probably for the best, anyway. She went to go live with her mother, who, had been for a long time seeing a wealthy man behind her fathers back. Astrid knew about it, of course, but never said anything to her father in fear she'd get the backlash from it. And as spoiled as Astrid was, at the time, that was a very terrifying thing to her. The wealthy man whose name she doesn't even remember anymore... he'd had a weird butler. Weird, but very cute [and single] butler. Who only ever came out of his chambers at night, and she'd had just assumed he worked nights because that was what was required of him. Little did Astrid know, that falling in love with that dumb man would bring about her inevitable destruction.
First, it was small outings. He'd take her out during the dark hours, and show her parts of London that she herself had never seen before. It was nice, she liked being doted on by him. Then he'd been given permission to take her out of the city, allowing her to experience life outside of it. After a few months, they'd had their first kiss, and ... he'd bitten her. Never asked permission. Never told her what he was. Just two sharp teeth piercing her soft and tender neck. As soon as she'd smelled the blood, she passed out. And when she awoke, her hearing had gotten better, her eyes sharper, and whenever she was in the room with her mother, she had the intense need to want to devour her. And the worst part of it all? The butler had completely vanished and no one knew where he'd gone. It had infuriated his employer, the wealthy man, but the butler was never found. Astrid remembers his name, but even now, she won't speak of him.
The transition was hard on her. She'd left her mother, and ridden a boat far away from London to start over again. She knew what she was, knew the rumors from her childhood were very much true, and wanted to seek out others like her to try and... well, have any semblance of a normal life. It never happened, though. And for the fifty years following her change, she found it harder and harder to blend in with regular human society. Friends came and went, whatever was left of the family she knew was dead, and no vampire she ever came across was worth sticking around. In fact, you could say she hated them all. Its not that she hates being a vampire, no. They told her she was probably the worst vamp to ever exist, because of her lack of blood lust. In any case, Astrid stayed out of everyones way, and kept moving on like a good undead creature of the night. Until she moved to Treshire City... where she knew, maybe, she'd belong? Even despite her shortcomings as a Vampire.
TAKE A BOW
Yo,the name is: Batty
And I'm; Twenty Five
I also Play; No one at the moment.
Let me show you my skillz;
The first time she called, she got a busy signal. The second time she called, it went straight to voice mail. The third, and the fourth time, the cycle repeated itself. Snapping her phone shut, a scowl took place on her face. A rhyme? Yes indeedly. Shoving her cell away from arms reach, Sybil got up, and walked into the kitchen. It was true, she had an entire mansion to herself. Except the times where her freaky ass mother, that, by the way, SHE did away with came in like she owned the place to read ghostly tarot for her dearly departed girlfriends. Scoffing, the red headed goddess pulled whatever the hell it was she made out of the oven, and shoved it on the stove tops burners. Everything was in place. The candles were a check. The dim lighting, was a check. Of course, she was hoping to get lucky tonight, too.
The sensual aroma, was also a check. SHE was a check. Nikky? Yeah, he wasn't checked off on the list. Of course, the little bastard was running late. He was ALWAYS late. And she was always forgiving him. Of course, not without a SERIOUS scorning, first. But her anger settled down almost instantly. In most cases, anyway. Sure, the plan was to have dinner together, and watch movies for the rest of their god forsaken night. But damnit! She was all together, and missing only one ingredient. Him. It had always been like this, yeah. But you'd think after the millionth late date, you'd learn your lesson. Nikky, on the other hand.... Not such a smart cookie.
She loved him like that, though. And yes, she DID love him. Had she ever told him. NO! Don't be silly. He had said it to her, many times. Sybil, hadn't said it once. She'd had her heart broken once before, and she wasn't planning on letting it get broken again. Taking a second glance at the... chicken, on the stove top, she huffed again, and threw it back inside the oven. Somehow she knew it wasn't done yet. It looked done, but... she didn't quite feel it, yet. Letting instincts take over, she put it back in for another five minutes. That would do, right. Then she went to work on keeping the rest of the meal at least relatively warm. Sybil might have been the queen of bitching, but she wasn't that... bitchy. Angry, yes. Absolutely wonderful between the sheets? Oh, DOUBLE yes. But a bitch she was not. She was soft on the inside, like a freshly baked chocolate chip cookie. And who in their right minds, didn't like soft, freshly baked chocolate chip cookies? Yeah, that was a rhetorical question.
Sighing, and checking herself in the mirror for the millionth time in the last hour, she mindlessly forgot about everything else on the stove. She didn't want to give that bastard of a boyfriend of hers anymore ammunition than he already had to poke fun at her. The cotton candy joke was already getting old, but, still. It had its... cuteness. Somewhat. Okay, maybe it had completely worn itself out. But she wasn't going to allow Nikky the pleasure of seeing her worked up. Not that she wasn't going to give him an earful-- a mouthful, and many other things when he finally showed up. Things on the stove began to come to a boil, and Sybil rushed back in there to make sure she took off their metal tops. One bag of stuffing went into the pot, corn on the cob, in the other. Knowing Nikky, he'd still be hungry after everything she'd made, but he could get it himself after this. After all, she wasn't running a goddamned kitchen. Smoothing back her hair, and tucking it between her ears, the girl heard his car pulling up. Everything would be ready in the time it took him to walk up. Minus the time it took her to yell at him.
But she wouldn't rip his head off. Yet. And was that a flower she'd scented? Shivering, she couldn't shake off that feeling of her inheriting her mothers "special gift". She was a hunter, for fucks sake. And a REALLY good one at that. But these other feelings kept pushing themselves in her face. And it was getting increasingly more difficult to push them aside. But once she heard his annoying pitch, a grimace broke out across her face. Princess? PRINCESS? Oh, hell no! Who the fuck did he think he was?! By the time she got to the door, he was already half way across the place. Taking his sweet. ass. time. walking to her doorstep. And she would be damned if she was going to meet the fucker half way.
There was no half way with Sybil. It was either all the way, or nothing at all. Quite contradictory, if you ask me. But, she didn't make sense in the first place anyway. Sybil knew he was grating her nerves on purpose. And if that's the game he wanted to play, oh, for fucks sake, she'd play it right back--- just... not as nicely. "I called you FIVE TIMES. FIVE. You know how to count right? Thats ONE. TWO. THREE. FOUR." The woman counted down on her fingers, until she reached her pinky. "FIVE. They all went STRAIGHT to voice mail." Most people would consider her paranoid. With what her boyfriend looked like and all, who wouldn't want to get down his pants? But she knew exactly what had happened, and she wasn't going to let it slide. He was late. It was his fault. End of story. "Twenty minutes late, MY PRIIIIIIIIIINCEEEE." Sybil grated her teeth, unwavering from her spot in front of the door. With her arms crossed, she tapped her foot. Something she did without even thinking. Most times, it brought a smile to Nikky's face. He loved irritating the ever living crap out of her. Then she saw the flower. And the movies. But they were those cheap dollar rental ones from the store. It wouldn't have taken him THAT long, to rent a few movies from the DOLLAR RENTAL machine. Rolling her eyes, she waited for an explanation, before she went on with whatever tirade was sure to come.
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The sensual aroma, was also a check. SHE was a check. Nikky? Yeah, he wasn't checked off on the list. Of course, the little bastard was running late. He was ALWAYS late. And she was always forgiving him. Of course, not without a SERIOUS scorning, first. But her anger settled down almost instantly. In most cases, anyway. Sure, the plan was to have dinner together, and watch movies for the rest of their god forsaken night. But damnit! She was all together, and missing only one ingredient. Him. It had always been like this, yeah. But you'd think after the millionth late date, you'd learn your lesson. Nikky, on the other hand.... Not such a smart cookie.
She loved him like that, though. And yes, she DID love him. Had she ever told him. NO! Don't be silly. He had said it to her, many times. Sybil, hadn't said it once. She'd had her heart broken once before, and she wasn't planning on letting it get broken again. Taking a second glance at the... chicken, on the stove top, she huffed again, and threw it back inside the oven. Somehow she knew it wasn't done yet. It looked done, but... she didn't quite feel it, yet. Letting instincts take over, she put it back in for another five minutes. That would do, right. Then she went to work on keeping the rest of the meal at least relatively warm. Sybil might have been the queen of bitching, but she wasn't that... bitchy. Angry, yes. Absolutely wonderful between the sheets? Oh, DOUBLE yes. But a bitch she was not. She was soft on the inside, like a freshly baked chocolate chip cookie. And who in their right minds, didn't like soft, freshly baked chocolate chip cookies? Yeah, that was a rhetorical question.
Sighing, and checking herself in the mirror for the millionth time in the last hour, she mindlessly forgot about everything else on the stove. She didn't want to give that bastard of a boyfriend of hers anymore ammunition than he already had to poke fun at her. The cotton candy joke was already getting old, but, still. It had its... cuteness. Somewhat. Okay, maybe it had completely worn itself out. But she wasn't going to allow Nikky the pleasure of seeing her worked up. Not that she wasn't going to give him an earful-- a mouthful, and many other things when he finally showed up. Things on the stove began to come to a boil, and Sybil rushed back in there to make sure she took off their metal tops. One bag of stuffing went into the pot, corn on the cob, in the other. Knowing Nikky, he'd still be hungry after everything she'd made, but he could get it himself after this. After all, she wasn't running a goddamned kitchen. Smoothing back her hair, and tucking it between her ears, the girl heard his car pulling up. Everything would be ready in the time it took him to walk up. Minus the time it took her to yell at him.
But she wouldn't rip his head off. Yet. And was that a flower she'd scented? Shivering, she couldn't shake off that feeling of her inheriting her mothers "special gift". She was a hunter, for fucks sake. And a REALLY good one at that. But these other feelings kept pushing themselves in her face. And it was getting increasingly more difficult to push them aside. But once she heard his annoying pitch, a grimace broke out across her face. Princess? PRINCESS? Oh, hell no! Who the fuck did he think he was?! By the time she got to the door, he was already half way across the place. Taking his sweet. ass. time. walking to her doorstep. And she would be damned if she was going to meet the fucker half way.
There was no half way with Sybil. It was either all the way, or nothing at all. Quite contradictory, if you ask me. But, she didn't make sense in the first place anyway. Sybil knew he was grating her nerves on purpose. And if that's the game he wanted to play, oh, for fucks sake, she'd play it right back--- just... not as nicely. "I called you FIVE TIMES. FIVE. You know how to count right? Thats ONE. TWO. THREE. FOUR." The woman counted down on her fingers, until she reached her pinky. "FIVE. They all went STRAIGHT to voice mail." Most people would consider her paranoid. With what her boyfriend looked like and all, who wouldn't want to get down his pants? But she knew exactly what had happened, and she wasn't going to let it slide. He was late. It was his fault. End of story. "Twenty minutes late, MY PRIIIIIIIIIINCEEEE." Sybil grated her teeth, unwavering from her spot in front of the door. With her arms crossed, she tapped her foot. Something she did without even thinking. Most times, it brought a smile to Nikky's face. He loved irritating the ever living crap out of her. Then she saw the flower. And the movies. But they were those cheap dollar rental ones from the store. It wouldn't have taken him THAT long, to rent a few movies from the DOLLAR RENTAL machine. Rolling her eyes, she waited for an explanation, before she went on with whatever tirade was sure to come.
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