Post by Vix on Jan 9, 2008 20:42:45 GMT -5
Name: Vix [Victoria] Cannington
Age (No older than 20): 20
Birthday(Can be different from your own): October 13
Birthplace: Las Vegas, Nevada
Personality:
Vix is loud, quirky and knows how to have a good time. She can either be your best friend or your worst enemy. Though she can be loud and fun, she's also very tame around boys she likes or is particularly fond of. Though not seeming like one for romance, Vix is a big romantic and can easily stick to one man if she so chooses to. She is extremely easy to get along with and has the utmost confidence in herself. Her emotions are quite fragile and she hates to be mislead and also hates being lied to. Even though she hates to be mislead, Vix has a tendency to lead on men and not do anything about it or ditch the man for another one. Her intentions are rather vague because she herself doesn't know them until last minute.
She is extremely flirty and outgoing. Her actions can be heavily influenced by who she's interested in. Really, her actions can be heavily influenced. She can also be seen as a "bad girl", doing things as she pleases and not caring of the consequences.
Appearance: Vix is extremely lean and slightly muscular. She's of a rather average height and a petite build. She has no real curves to speak of but her eyes are very sharp and she somehow has a way to just lure people in. She typically wears comfortable clothes but has been known to dress up in some type of gothic wear. She normally keeps her hair down, but when out on patrol she keeps her hair tied up and away from her face.
Picture (Put a link to a picture of your character):
www.keiraknightley.com/media/displayimage.php?album=57&pos=0
History (How did you slayer's live go before she was a slayer?):
Vix was born as Victoria Lee Cannington on October 13th in sin city, Las Vegas to British parents. She grew up in a rather normal household for most of her childhood, attending school and being the social sort of girl. Her mother was a single mother, her father left them shortly after Vix had turned 3. As Vix grew older, the more she came to know about what exactly her mother did and why her father left them when she was so young.
Turned out that her mother was a slayer, and her father had been turned into a vampire one unfortunate night as he was walking home from work. Her father fled, not even saying goodbye. He had always been rather flighty.
When Vix was old enough, her mother started training her to become a slayer. She learned fast, she learned well and she was good at it. She patrolled while her mother took some time out to be more of a mother and support them better.
On the eve of her 18th birthday, the father that she hadn't seen in 15 years returned while Vix was out on patrol. When Vix had returned, her father had been tearing her mother apart on the stoop of their small home. Vix could only watch in horror as her only family was brutally murdered right in front of her own two eyes.
As her father turned to leave and simply walk away, Vix flew into a flurry of rage, grabbing the stake in her mother's bloody hands and stabbing it into her father's heart. That moment alone changed Vix, from her being concentrated and one that was always good to the laid back, bad girl that did whatever she wished whenever she wished. It scarred her, never letting her show too much of an emotional attachment to anyone anymore. Her flighty and flirty nature grew more to replace what she had lost.
To this day, she can't bring herself to be able look at a blood in great amounts nor can she stand the smell of it. It would drive her crazy.
Sample RP:
It really had been two years. Two years since that terrible, horrible, god forsaken murder of her mother. She remembered everything extremely clearly, from where her mother's body lay in shambles to the haggard appearance of her estranged and insane father. She remembered what she had to do after. She quickly cleaned the stoop with bleach, crying the entire time and then proceeded to call her mother's workplace, telling them that she ran out of town.
Vix disposed of the body, cremating it in the desert and then placing it in an urn. She was leaving for London, though only to scatter her mother's ashes, which was all she had planned so far. She didn't know of any living grandparents, aunts, uncles. Nothing. She'd head to the airport tonight, leaving the bright lights and smoke filled city for good.
Vix drew in a deep breath, raking a hand through her hair as she stared up at the night sky. Paris wasn't bad. Paris was nice. Her mother would've loved it here. She smiled sadly and stared down at her the Starbucks coffee cup she held in her hands.
This would be the only night she would reminisce about her past. The only night.
Joss Rocks My Socks.<3.
Age (No older than 20): 20
Birthday(Can be different from your own): October 13
Birthplace: Las Vegas, Nevada
Personality:
Vix is loud, quirky and knows how to have a good time. She can either be your best friend or your worst enemy. Though she can be loud and fun, she's also very tame around boys she likes or is particularly fond of. Though not seeming like one for romance, Vix is a big romantic and can easily stick to one man if she so chooses to. She is extremely easy to get along with and has the utmost confidence in herself. Her emotions are quite fragile and she hates to be mislead and also hates being lied to. Even though she hates to be mislead, Vix has a tendency to lead on men and not do anything about it or ditch the man for another one. Her intentions are rather vague because she herself doesn't know them until last minute.
She is extremely flirty and outgoing. Her actions can be heavily influenced by who she's interested in. Really, her actions can be heavily influenced. She can also be seen as a "bad girl", doing things as she pleases and not caring of the consequences.
Appearance: Vix is extremely lean and slightly muscular. She's of a rather average height and a petite build. She has no real curves to speak of but her eyes are very sharp and she somehow has a way to just lure people in. She typically wears comfortable clothes but has been known to dress up in some type of gothic wear. She normally keeps her hair down, but when out on patrol she keeps her hair tied up and away from her face.
Picture (Put a link to a picture of your character):
www.keiraknightley.com/media/displayimage.php?album=57&pos=0
History (How did you slayer's live go before she was a slayer?):
Vix was born as Victoria Lee Cannington on October 13th in sin city, Las Vegas to British parents. She grew up in a rather normal household for most of her childhood, attending school and being the social sort of girl. Her mother was a single mother, her father left them shortly after Vix had turned 3. As Vix grew older, the more she came to know about what exactly her mother did and why her father left them when she was so young.
Turned out that her mother was a slayer, and her father had been turned into a vampire one unfortunate night as he was walking home from work. Her father fled, not even saying goodbye. He had always been rather flighty.
When Vix was old enough, her mother started training her to become a slayer. She learned fast, she learned well and she was good at it. She patrolled while her mother took some time out to be more of a mother and support them better.
On the eve of her 18th birthday, the father that she hadn't seen in 15 years returned while Vix was out on patrol. When Vix had returned, her father had been tearing her mother apart on the stoop of their small home. Vix could only watch in horror as her only family was brutally murdered right in front of her own two eyes.
As her father turned to leave and simply walk away, Vix flew into a flurry of rage, grabbing the stake in her mother's bloody hands and stabbing it into her father's heart. That moment alone changed Vix, from her being concentrated and one that was always good to the laid back, bad girl that did whatever she wished whenever she wished. It scarred her, never letting her show too much of an emotional attachment to anyone anymore. Her flighty and flirty nature grew more to replace what she had lost.
To this day, she can't bring herself to be able look at a blood in great amounts nor can she stand the smell of it. It would drive her crazy.
Sample RP:
It really had been two years. Two years since that terrible, horrible, god forsaken murder of her mother. She remembered everything extremely clearly, from where her mother's body lay in shambles to the haggard appearance of her estranged and insane father. She remembered what she had to do after. She quickly cleaned the stoop with bleach, crying the entire time and then proceeded to call her mother's workplace, telling them that she ran out of town.
Vix disposed of the body, cremating it in the desert and then placing it in an urn. She was leaving for London, though only to scatter her mother's ashes, which was all she had planned so far. She didn't know of any living grandparents, aunts, uncles. Nothing. She'd head to the airport tonight, leaving the bright lights and smoke filled city for good.
Vix drew in a deep breath, raking a hand through her hair as she stared up at the night sky. Paris wasn't bad. Paris was nice. Her mother would've loved it here. She smiled sadly and stared down at her the Starbucks coffee cup she held in her hands.
This would be the only night she would reminisce about her past. The only night.
Joss Rocks My Socks.<3.
