Post by brooklyn REYES}} on May 19, 2008 18:55:22 GMT -5
Brooklyn Lexci Reyes
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I. Brooklyn Lexci Reyes.
II. Lex, Lexci, Brook, Reyes, Lyn.
III. Female.
IV. 127 (18).
V. Vampire.
VI. Spanish x American x Czech.
VII. 5'9".
VIII. Maroon. (Black when hungry.)
IX.Owns a white motorcycle.
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T[/font]he [/font][/color]Emo[/size][/font]tions;;[/b]
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- Honest - if I don't like you, I DON'T like you.
[/li][li] Diplomatic.[/color]
[/li][li] Angered easily.[/color]
[/li][li] Prefers to be solitary.
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[/li][li] Hates humans, immortals....[/color]
[/li][li] Doesn't become attached easily.[/color]
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T[/font]he [/font][/color]Pas[/size][/font]t;;[/b]
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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 descend 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 committed 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 appearance 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.[/color]
T[/font]he [/font][/color]Fa[/size][/font]mily;;[/b]
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Grandfather;;[/blockquote]Damek Reyes.
Grandmother;;Allegra Reyes.
Father;;Antonio Reyes.
Mother;;Lucetta Devalzi.
Brother;;Hayden Reyes.
Lover;; N/A
Heir[ess];; N/A
T[/font]he [/font][/color]Relat[/size][/font]ions;;[/b]
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SOMEONE;; blah blah blah blah.
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EMPTY N/A
Fin[/font]d [/font][/color]M[/size][/font]e;;;[/b][/u]
*Closed Thread. *Open Thread
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