Post by Elena de Fiamma on Dec 26, 2010 2:35:02 GMT -5
ELENA MARGARET de FIAMMA
[/center]nicknames:elle, ellie
age: twenty-two
gender: female
sexuality: heterosexual
occupation: ex model, bartender
Species: human
Group: hiding/hunter
Residence: studio apartment, center of the city
played by: esti ginzburg
appearance:Elena is flat out gorgeous. She has the Italian skin combined with dirty blond hair and bright blue eyes. Years of training kept her body well fit and ever since she was little, she was tall.Her blond hair ends a bit past her rib cage in curls and is completely natural. Her eyebrows are always done, by herself, she has mastered it, and usually is seen with light makeup. She takes very good care of her self. She likes to be pampered like any other girl. Elena hardly touches jewelry unless its religious. But she is not a big fan of them.She likes more or highlighting natural beauty instead of covering it up. The girl has rather large lips. not completely big, but sort of puffed out in a pouty way. Her nose is slim and her chin is rather narrow. But it all looks good together.
She likes to dress in high fashion, everything expensive, but stuff she could move in. Her thought was to stand out and make people see her, bright colors were her favorite until recently. Now she tends to dress in movable clothes and normally dark. It's easier for hunting and for just being unseen basically. No more skirts and halter tops. Everything has straps and coveres most of her body. She has also taken a liking to boots, with heels or without they seem to work for her no matter what she does. Also she wears lots of anything that can conceal a weapon really well.
Elena when she was eighteen got a tattoo. It is on her wrist which is usally covered by a cuff or bandana. It is of a flame. The flame is complete detailed with color and shape. It is sort of a family crest. It just a flame ball kind of thing with a blue ring around it. Mostly everyone in her family once they join the line gets it. She quite likes it so she went along with it. now she has to hide it most of the time. She also has her ears peirce, but she hardly uses earrings, can cause some inconviance. But that is basically the girl.
likes:
+ surfing
+ drinking –only wine
+ night
+ modeling
+ dancing
+ fast cars, motorcycles
+ fighting
+ silent movies
+ sweets –mainly chocolates
+ roses
dislikes:
- supernatural things
- hunting
- hiding
- blood
- smoke, smokers
- her asthma
- meat
- death, thought of
- hospitals
- noises
goals:
+ past- become famous
+ present – stay alive
+ future- happiness
fears:
- past- reality
- present - blood
- future- love
personality: In the beginning Elena was a loner. She did every little thing her parents told her to do. She was quiet and liked to be in the back and out of the way. She was strong and did not let anyone push her around. But she hardly said a word. She just exsisted. At first Elena had no problem with it. She did not care about playing with the other kids, what she was doing was sort of cool. So she kept doing it until she had that little rebellious spark. It was something that stayed in her, Elena had a fire and in that time she just did not know it.
It lasted for years and years until she wanted more with herself. She wanted to live. She wanted to be a normal kid and that was when her parents scared her with their family history. She then lived in fear and motivation. She was determined to live long enough to live. Except she became smart enough to notice living in fear was not living at all. She needed something to just push her over the edge. And it was high school. And her first party which lead her to fueling her fire.
Elena found confidence and leadership in high school. She learned how to speak back to her parents and found the rebellious spike of hers. Except she did not ruin her life. She was smarter than that. The blond excelled in school, she needed a good background. She wanted to be a model, they were confident and fierce, that was how she needed to be. And so became Elena. She grabbed her life and that was how she lived. She did not let her parents tell her anything else after that. She went to modeling and then her parents died.
After that she had to go into hiding. Her temper was never lit until that day. But it never showed back up. She was still confident and showed strength, but she was back to being quiet and back in the shadow. Elena did not do anything out in the open and stopped being noticed. She got desperate at one point and began hunting every once in awhile, but that just showed her temper and determination. Determination and confidence is the only thing keeping her alive right now.
relatives:Draco Claude de Fiamma, Marie Ruth Rhode de Fiamma
history: It was all they ever wanted, a child of their own to carry on the name and the tradition. And finally they were blessed. They always wanted a boy except a little girl was born on September 6th 1993. She had thin, blond hair on the top of her head and her eyes ended up being some of the bluest they have ever seen. But she was not a boy, girls can be hunters, but it was harder to make them into them. Yet it never discourage the two hunters.
As soon as Elena was able to walk, they began training her. Something different with every age, harder and harder they would become until Elena became older. It was about seven when the girl began breaking free. She continued to with the physical training but anything else and the girl was defiant. That was the problem, girls could never stay too interested in one thing at a time. It lasted two years before she was back on the full routine. She went to school in the morning before coming home and learning how to fight with her hands and use a knife or any object as a weapon.
At twelve they began telling her about their history and everything they were preparing her for. All through school she was a bit of a loner and telling her all about what was really there did not help at all. She learned she could not trust anyone, she learned there were things that actually went bump in the night. She also learned that the de Fiamma name was a long line of people who hunted the creatures, but it was all in Europe until they migrated to the States, now they were just all spread out.
Elena continued to listen to her parents after they scared her to almost death. Every corner held fear and when the blond went to highschool, she just had enough. She began rebelling. She excelled in school for her benefit but it was parties during her free time instead of coming home. She would always be in trouble and landed with some punishment that involved hunting. But it was having little effect. She was good, but her mind was not in it and that was the big problem. She wanted to be a normal teenager.
At seventeen she began modeling. She had the face, the body, and the personality. Her parents couldn’t control any more. They probably had a easier time finding some ancient blood sucker and taking him down. But Elena just became independent, confident, feisty, and rebellious. She did anything she wanted and she wanted modeling. So her parents finally gave up and basically let her go on her own. She found an agent and her name pretty much made it big, while her parents were making enemies.
At twenty both her parents were basically slaughtered, they apparently made the right enemies to take them out of business. Elena knew her easy life was now at an end. She was not sure on how well known her parents became, but she stopped her modeling and went under grown. She had enough money left from her parents and her career to get her going in life. She was headed towards schooling until she learned that the vampires were in control. Now all she had was her savings and a late night bar shift. She wanted a low life and just went back to her training incase anything were to happen, she did inheirate her parent’s things.
It was a year ago when some family members in Rome began to contact her. It ended up being a large family. They offered her a large some for every creature’s head she sent back to them. At first this just scared her, she wanted nothing to do with any of this. But her money began to slowly dissolved and agreed that if she were to run into anything and managed to send them something, then she would do it.
Now who ever she met, she never spoke her last name. Trust became hard for her and her guard was never down. Sometimes she would even use a different name. Elena has a couple of low level names on her record, enough to kept her going and that was basically her life. But she’s been doing more hiding than hunting. She knows her limits and she knows how far she can go and what she can’t do, so far she has not tried to challenge it.
your name: kristine
your age: seventeen
experience: six years
Example:
It was those drums. The ones she saw in the parade for New Years. At that time she didn’t really care about them, but once she began writing a new song, she knew they had the perfect sound for the background and the beginning. She had woken up this morning with that thought. The brunette kept hearing them in her head along with a piano before a guitar entered. She spent fifteen minutes trying to figure out what instrument was in her head, she was finally up and ready for her day. She wanted a recording of each note, or a drum for herself which would soon be landed in her studio home in the closet waiting to play for some other song. Summer had many of those instruments wanting to be played but not quite getting their exercise. It was then she pushed off her comforter and walked over to the closet that held, not those noise makers, but actually her clothes. She ran her hands through the materials before her eyes landed on a heap of clothes covered in oil. She smiled and found a pair of jeans. She then grabbed a red shirt and some black leather heels before she grabbed her keys, hat, and bag.
Down stairs and to the left in a small parking space was her Ford Mustang that she had took the liberaty of fixing, so far she switched the motor, fixed the brakes, adjusted a few things, and she was purring like a cat. She dragged her hand across the red fading chipped paint before she actually opened the door and turned on the car. Soon she was off onto the road. Her destination was China Town, a place where she had seen those lovely drums. Summer turned up the stereo and moved as much as she could while she drove. The girl was in a happy mood, she was getting somewhere with this song finally and well it was her day off from the repair shop. She turned a corner and found a parking spot near a restaurant. The smell was intoxicating. Her teeth bit her lip as she looked at the place and then at her purse. Score! she remembered her wallet, which meant cash. She grinned and got out; a quick stop wouldn’t hurt, right?
Wrong! She was barely on the side walk when she ran into someone. It wasn’t that bad, she didn’t get hurt in the collision it was just the landing that got her. The contact was enough to catch off guard and unblanace the girl enough to fall back onto the grimy concert. She scrunch her nose when her hand landed on something sticky and then changed to surpise. She was not expecting an apology like that. “As lovely as that sounds, I’ll have to pass.” She laughed and took the offered help. Now Summer was happy she wore her work jeans, it was perfect for getting dirty. She wiped her hand on her jeans before she took a wipe the was offered outside the door, Chinese people wear very interesting. She moved the cloth around her hands before she looked up at the guy who manage to land her on ground. She gave him a small smile. “So, this is a normal thing? Knocking people over and then offering sex?” that was a funny thought if it was a continuous thing. “You have a very peculiar life then.” She laughed and looked around before her attention was back on the food.
Chow mein and sweet and sour chicken sounded lovely. She looked at the guy. “You can make it up to me by being my company for lunch.” She nodded before she went around him and wiped off her bag and threw the wipe away. Summer was a very out going girl since she was young. She invited everyone to everything and just upped and introduced to herself to complete strangers. The present time was just another repeat of her past. But it was just company, she was planning to buy her own lunch, “I’ll even pay for you since it’s my fault, partially.” She shrugged before grabbing a take home menu and looking through it. Maybe she would even get to entrees and chop sticks. She wanted chop sticks. She loved the invention of those things, even though she didn’t really know the history behind it, she just liked the utencil. She dragged her finger down the paper before looking up at him, “Do you know what’s good here?” she then looked back down at the menu in her hand.
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