Post by brooklyn REYES}} on May 18, 2008 22:22:34 GMT -5
BROOKLYN LEXCI REYES
Name:
Brooklyn Lexci Reyes
Age:
127 (18)
Gender:
Female
Species name:
Vampire
Where your from:
American X Hispanic
Personality:
I am a very intelligent grirl who takes no crap from nobody. I doesn't screw around when something is important and don't even bother with someone who attempts to take advantage of me. I would rather be alone than in a large group because people tend to easily piss me off. I have a small attention span, deciding to rather keep doing things that I love and changing them around than to sit around and do nothing. I especially love to ride my very sexy, very sleek, street motorcycle. My heart lies only within the depths of a watery grave, a place I would rather forget. I am usually hostile and secluded from people when I first meets them rather than opening up and spilling it all. If asked about my past, I tend to go quiet and ignore one's questioning. Hostile I may be, but if you are a friend, your a friend FOR LIFE - unless you make a mistake. Never make a mistake.
Likes:
- Racing on my street-bike.
- Thrill of the chase (hunting).
- Rain.
- Wind.
- Snow.
- Dark rooms.
- My body.
Dislikes:
- If you lie, your out - forver.
- Cats - don't ask.
- Humans.
- Most other vampires.
Fears:
- Never being able to die.
- Killing someone who would have to go through what I went through.
Strengths:
- Ability to run faster than a normal human being.
- Footsteps are silent.
- Can stand around blood for quite longer than a standard vampire without phasing.
- Miraculous strength.
Weaknesses:
- Would rather be alone.
- Gets let down easily.
- Small attention span.
- Up-front, almost too up-front
History:
Starting out I was a relatively normal human-being. I had a quite wealthy girl, born into a frivolous family of four - myself, my father, my mother and my brother (all of which are deceased today.) My life kept running the same until my mother decided to divorce my father. Once the divorce began to run through, myself and Hayden (my brother) were unsure which parent we would reside with. Following the papers for divorce was my upcoming fourteenth birthday. Sadly, I didn't have the birthday I was wishing for.
I remember sitting on the carousel with Hayden and deciding to leave because it was getting late. My mother, who was supervising us, was beginning to walk us home when a drunkard approached us and violently gestured to my mother for a sum of money and a few other things. My dam rejected and brushed him off, face flushed at the disturbed man's words. I didn't comprehend most of his slurred words but pushed my brother along in front of me.
What we didn't know was that the drunk was following us through the brush, watching us and stalking us home. That night, after being tucked into bed, I rolled over in my sleep to the sound of a high pitched shriek. The man from the park earlier that day was shouting and things were being smashed. Hayden was not screaming and this worried me. Tip-toeing, I wandered down the hall into his room where the child was curled in a tiny ball, shaking. He wouldn't tell me what happened so quickly as I could, I bustled him up into clothing and shoved him out the window, allowing him to go down the safety ladder for fire emergencies. I looked back at the closed door, realizing the screams had stopped....
The drunk man came in, threw something at me - which missed me - and gave me a rather arrogant push. I tumbled out the window, breaking my arm. My brother waited on the ground, sobbing as I gathered my arm in a moan. The man in our house began shouting and was ready to desend down the ladder. "Run." I screamed at Hayden, "Run to Daddy's house." That boy ran and a few seconds later, I was right behind him.
The man killed my mother. Stabbed her several times and she bled to death. An awful death. Apparently, Hayden saw my mother's body as the man stabbed her and he ran quickly back to his room, sobbing himself to the point where sight was no option. Hayden was a couple months younger than myself and he decided to take the route I would not have wished - even after a year of therapy. He commited suicide and was successful.
The second funeral I attended was my brother's. It was awful. I will never forget it any day I live - or don't live. I spend my days with my father, allowing his stupid drunk friends to make fun of my appearence or attempt to "get with" me. Soon I was tired of all the commotion and the naughty attention I was getting. Being eighteen now, I gave in one night to a man my father was entertaining. My father, being a fucking drunk, decided to go call a few call-girls or friends or something when the man he had over began to make suggestions as I wandered into the room.
I won't go into detail but we never did the deed. I remember getting especially drunk with him - boozing away my problems like my fatherly figure before me - and passing out. I can only guess, from the knowledge I know now of Vampires is that, I died and he saved my life. Too bad he didn't let me go. I have never seen that man ever again and once I died and "came back" as a different girl, I ran as far away as I could. My father I can only assume, died due to alcohol poisoning just like his daughter. Unfortunately for him, he was not with a Vampire at the time.
picture:
.http://www.webwombat.com.au/lifestyle/fashion_beauty/images/nemcova4.JPG.
Brooklyn Lexci Reyes
Age:
127 (18)
Gender:
Female
Species name:
Vampire
Where your from:
American X Hispanic
Personality:
I am a very intelligent grirl who takes no crap from nobody. I doesn't screw around when something is important and don't even bother with someone who attempts to take advantage of me. I would rather be alone than in a large group because people tend to easily piss me off. I have a small attention span, deciding to rather keep doing things that I love and changing them around than to sit around and do nothing. I especially love to ride my very sexy, very sleek, street motorcycle. My heart lies only within the depths of a watery grave, a place I would rather forget. I am usually hostile and secluded from people when I first meets them rather than opening up and spilling it all. If asked about my past, I tend to go quiet and ignore one's questioning. Hostile I may be, but if you are a friend, your a friend FOR LIFE - unless you make a mistake. Never make a mistake.
Likes:
- Racing on my street-bike.
- Thrill of the chase (hunting).
- Rain.
- Wind.
- Snow.
- Dark rooms.
- My body.
Dislikes:
- If you lie, your out - forver.
- Cats - don't ask.
- Humans.
- Most other vampires.
Fears:
- Never being able to die.
- Killing someone who would have to go through what I went through.
Strengths:
- Ability to run faster than a normal human being.
- Footsteps are silent.
- Can stand around blood for quite longer than a standard vampire without phasing.
- Miraculous strength.
Weaknesses:
- Would rather be alone.
- Gets let down easily.
- Small attention span.
- Up-front, almost too up-front
History:
Starting out I was a relatively normal human-being. I had a quite wealthy girl, born into a frivolous family of four - myself, my father, my mother and my brother (all of which are deceased today.) My life kept running the same until my mother decided to divorce my father. Once the divorce began to run through, myself and Hayden (my brother) were unsure which parent we would reside with. Following the papers for divorce was my upcoming fourteenth birthday. Sadly, I didn't have the birthday I was wishing for.
I remember sitting on the carousel with Hayden and deciding to leave because it was getting late. My mother, who was supervising us, was beginning to walk us home when a drunkard approached us and violently gestured to my mother for a sum of money and a few other things. My dam rejected and brushed him off, face flushed at the disturbed man's words. I didn't comprehend most of his slurred words but pushed my brother along in front of me.
What we didn't know was that the drunk was following us through the brush, watching us and stalking us home. That night, after being tucked into bed, I rolled over in my sleep to the sound of a high pitched shriek. The man from the park earlier that day was shouting and things were being smashed. Hayden was not screaming and this worried me. Tip-toeing, I wandered down the hall into his room where the child was curled in a tiny ball, shaking. He wouldn't tell me what happened so quickly as I could, I bustled him up into clothing and shoved him out the window, allowing him to go down the safety ladder for fire emergencies. I looked back at the closed door, realizing the screams had stopped....
The drunk man came in, threw something at me - which missed me - and gave me a rather arrogant push. I tumbled out the window, breaking my arm. My brother waited on the ground, sobbing as I gathered my arm in a moan. The man in our house began shouting and was ready to desend down the ladder. "Run." I screamed at Hayden, "Run to Daddy's house." That boy ran and a few seconds later, I was right behind him.
The man killed my mother. Stabbed her several times and she bled to death. An awful death. Apparently, Hayden saw my mother's body as the man stabbed her and he ran quickly back to his room, sobbing himself to the point where sight was no option. Hayden was a couple months younger than myself and he decided to take the route I would not have wished - even after a year of therapy. He commited suicide and was successful.
The second funeral I attended was my brother's. It was awful. I will never forget it any day I live - or don't live. I spend my days with my father, allowing his stupid drunk friends to make fun of my appearence or attempt to "get with" me. Soon I was tired of all the commotion and the naughty attention I was getting. Being eighteen now, I gave in one night to a man my father was entertaining. My father, being a fucking drunk, decided to go call a few call-girls or friends or something when the man he had over began to make suggestions as I wandered into the room.
I won't go into detail but we never did the deed. I remember getting especially drunk with him - boozing away my problems like my fatherly figure before me - and passing out. I can only guess, from the knowledge I know now of Vampires is that, I died and he saved my life. Too bad he didn't let me go. I have never seen that man ever again and once I died and "came back" as a different girl, I ran as far away as I could. My father I can only assume, died due to alcohol poisoning just like his daughter. Unfortunately for him, he was not with a Vampire at the time.
picture:
.http://www.webwombat.com.au/lifestyle/fashion_beauty/images/nemcova4.JPG.
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