Post by GWENDOLYN LYRIC on Jan 1, 2013 17:43:44 GMT -5
gwendolyn marie lyric
NICKNAME(S): Gwen
GROUP: Yellow eyed vampire, though she does not belong to any specific coven
ABILITY: Pyrokinesis. She has the ability to control and “bend” fire. The element is generated through her hands, just the slightest touch of her hands she can burn someone, which is why she is always wearing small gloves to protect everybody and everything around her.
AGE: Physically she looks 20, the age she was turned. But she is actually 200 years old.
PLAYBY:Troian Bellisario
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION:
Gwen is slim, average height female. Thanks to vampirism she is extremely pale and has piercing gold eyes. She is fairly flat chested, but extremely beautiful. She has a few curves along her hips and legs. Her legs are the things that attract the male gender. Well her legs and her thick hair. Her brunette hair is naturally curly; it curls perfectly at the end. Usually it is kept down, due to the fact that she really isn’t motivated to mess with it in the mornings. She has a tiny nose and mouth. Due to her being so thin and tiny framed, she looks very delicate and child-like. Gwen likes to stick to dark colors for clothing and make-up. Usually her clothes consist of dressy shirts, dark jeans, leather boots, and random accessories. And of course she wears her black gloves for protection.
PERSONALITY:
Gwen’s biggest fear, other than losing control over her blood lust, is catching herself on fire. She’s afraid her power might back fire on her and she will one burst into flames. It seems like an irrational fear, but it is why she rarely uses her gift and keeps her gloves on.
Her biggest desire is to be able to be human again. It seems like a common thing with gold eyed vampires. The resentment she has towards her own kind, keeps her from being social able with vampires and humans alike. Which makes her seem every standoffish and mean. But in all honesty Gwen is a very kind person and likes to help those that she does talk to. And she is also very protective over those few that she does talk to.
When a person first tries to talk to her, Gwen automatically defaults to sarcasm and hostility. It’s like a reflex. But once you move past that it is all good and you are in her good graces. Though that still doesn’t protect you from her random bursts of anger, something she tries very hard to suppress. Easily since her power is tied to her emotions. And it doesn’t help that she is more physically aggressive than verbally.
She tries to keep her anger in check by taking deep breathes and counting to ten. It seems like useless thing to do but surprisingly helps. But when it doesn’t work, a person can tell when she is about to “blow up”. She has a tendency to crack her knuckles before unleashing whatever she needs to unleash.
HISTORY:
Gwendolyn Marie Lyric was born in the year 1812 in London, England. She was born into a high society family. Though her mother was killed during birth, Gwen had a very nice childhood with her father and his many mistresses. When she was twelve years old she met her best friend, Tristan. He was a son to one of her favorite servants. He had made an appearance one day looking for his mother when he stumbled upon Gwen. They surprisingly hit it off pretty well, despite her sarcastic nature. Eventually Gwen did grow some feelings for him, but because of their difference in class she never went after him. Her feelings never stopped her from dating other boys though, something she did only to appease her father.
Eventually, at the age of twenty, she was betrothed to a handsome, rich fellow. Throughout the engagement Gwen and Tristan had grown apart. The night before her wedding, Tristan had dropped by her home. He was scared out of his mind. Gwen didn’t know what to make of the situation but she had allowed him into her home. He was so pale and her eyes were abnormally red, but she did not care. The woman tried to figure out what was going on and resorted into giving him a hug to calm him down, which happened to be a mistake. Before she could process what was happening, Tristan had bit into her neck and started to suck her blood. Gwen tried to pry him off, but he was so strong and so cold.
Everything started to get hazy and the pain of the bite was starting to fade. She tried once last, feeble effort to push him off but it didn’t work. Gwen knew there was no point; she knew it she was going to die there and decided to make a confession. With the little strength she had left, she whispered ‘I love you’. And suddenly she felt a sharp pain on her neck. After that everything was unclear. All she remembered was lots of pain, extreme pain. It felt like her whole body was on fire, she thought she was going to burst into flames. She wanted to scream but she couldn’t. After what felt like a lifetime, the pain had stopped and everything became clear.
Gwen looked around to notice she was in some rundown apartment. Taking a minute to get used to her new strength and jerky movements, Gwen escaped the apartment and headed to the only place she wanted to go. Home. She had run there with an amazing speed, keeping clear of crowded areas. When she got there, she noticed a funeral going on. Her funeral. Everything was confusing; she didn’t know what to do. Suddenly she remembered what had happened. Angry, she ran back to the rundown apartment. Tristan’s apartment. After a couple minutes of searching the place, she realized that he was gone. His clothes were gone and there was a note with her name on it.
The anger began to build, and suddenly the note and the apartment started on fire. Gwen wasn’t sure what was going on or what was happening, but she stayed in the apartment. Anger and flames growing simultaneously. Suddenly, within seconds, someone had dragged her out of the burning apartment. It was a man, a vampire. After some fight, the stranger took her back to his home. There he was able to calm her down and introduced himself as PJ. He had explained what had happened to her. She, like him, was a vampire. And by the looks of it had the power to control fire.
After some more arguing, rage fires, and a dead body; PJ was able to convince Gwen to stay with him. And he would teach her how to control both her power and blood thirst. Ever since then, Gwen had been moving around with PJ. They had decided to tell people that they were siblings, since he was in love with another woman and she was…well she wasn’t in any condition to fall in love with anyone. Recently they had moved to forks where PJ got a job as a history teacher and she had been able to get a job at the local diner.
RP SAMPLE:
His hands burned her skin wherever he touched. His lips felt so tender and so passionate against hers. The two were so tangled that it was hard to tell where she started and he ended. He began to tenderly kiss her jawline as she pulled herself closer to him. His lips trailed down her neck and found her sweet spot on her collar bone. He kissed it tenderly as she let out a soft moan. “Rayce,” she whispered.
Zaylin jolted up right, her breath coming out fast and heavy. Her heart raced as she stared into the darkness in front of her. Slowly hear heart slowed down as she managed to calm herself. Guilt and panic began to fill her as she glanced to her right. There laid her husband, her loyal and loving husband. He was tucked into the sleeping bag next her, with his arm out and slightly on top of her. The tiny light that snuck into the room found its way to his ring. She stared at it as the images of her dream came back to her. Shaking her head, Zaylin slipped out of her sleeping bag, and blindly found her way over to the kitchen. She ignored the cold air that was hugging her bare legs. The girl liked only wearing her baggy shirts to bed. Something that Lucian found cute and sexy all at the same time. And something Rayce just found completely sexy. She tiptoed over to the near counter and grabbed a piece of bread.
The woman began nibbling on it as she stared at the sleeping humans before her. She was barely able to tell who was who, due to the lack of light. Zaylin managed to find her best friend’s outline. Kalamity looked snug next to Dante. More guilt began to fill her. Z leaned against the counter as she silently slid to the ground. The tile was freezing against her legs but she didn’t care. She continued to nibble on the piece of bread as she laid down on the cold tile. Her brown curls cascaded around her as she laid there in silence. Normally when something was wrong she would go and clean whatever weapons they had laying around. But cleaning firearms was not something best done in the dark. Plus she really didn’t want to wake anybody up. Especially Lucian, Rayce, or Kalamity. Kal would be very cranky at first but then realize something is wrong and push to find the answers. Zaylin knew she would eventually have to tell her friend, she couldn’t keep this in forever. She needed to tell someone. But she didn’t want her best friend to judge her or be mad at her. That was the last thing she needed.
If Lucian woke up to find her cleaning, he wouldn’t push for answers. He would silently sit next to her until the silence would be too much and Zaylin would eventually crack. And Lucian was the last one that needed to find out about her problems. But those two would probably be better than if Rayce woke up. At least Zaylin would stand a chance against Kal and Lucian’s interrogations. Ray however would comfort her, which would probably lead to more naughty things. Or the two would argue about the situation like they always which ALWAYS led to naughty things. How did she get herself into this mess? Zaylin was the most loyal person she knew. Lying and betrayal were the two things she ever found herself loathing in life. And here she was doing both. Fighting every urge to scream, Z finished often the bread and continued to lay on the tile in silence. The cold was oddly comforting to her at the moment.
A couple minutes passed before Zaylin heard a few mumbles. The sound of a ruffling sleeping bag, made her sit up. She squinted into the darkness and saw Kal tossing and turning. Zaylin made a break for it and crawled quickly back to her bag. Snuggling herself into the sleeping bag and up against her husband. She laid frozen, hoping to god Kal didn’t wake up. And if she did that she didn’t see her. After a few minutes of silence, Zaylin let out a breath when she realized her friend was still sleeping. Fighting her emotions, Zaylin slowly closed her eyes and fell to sleep. However it was not a dreamless sleep that she had hoped for.
ALIAS: Ally
TIME ZONE: Central
OTHER CHARACTER(S): Not yet
BY THE WAY..: I like chocolate. xD
