Post by Phoebe Lancaster on Mar 14, 2012 22:12:21 GMT -5
PHOEBE MARIE LANCASTER.
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I'm thick skin/Tough as a push pin/Don't be dancin' around my feelings/B*tch I'm a vixen/You should have listened/I like my ice thin/Push me down I'm getting up.[/color][/font]
THE APPLICATION.[/color][/font]
FULL NAME. Phoebe Marie Lancaster
NICKNAMES. Phebes
AGE. 22
DATE OF BIRTH. October 7
SEXUAL ORIENTATION. Heterosexual
MEMBER GROUP. Human
OCCUPATION. Cafe worker by day, Hunter by night
[/color][/font][/left]NICKNAMES. Phebes
AGE. 22
DATE OF BIRTH. October 7
SEXUAL ORIENTATION. Heterosexual
MEMBER GROUP. Human
OCCUPATION. Cafe worker by day, Hunter by night
THE APPEARANCE.[/color][/font]
HEIGHT. 5'6"
BODY TYPE. Athletic
HAIR COLOR. A honey brown that leans more towards a darker hue
EYE COLOR. A lovely, piercing dark blue
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES. A couple of small random scars from hunting and an almost crescent moon shaped birthmark on her left shoulder blade. She also always smells of roses and spice thanks to the perfume she dabs behind her ears, between her breasts, and on her wrists everyday.
FACE CLAIM. Michelle Monaghan
[/color][/font][/left]BODY TYPE. Athletic
HAIR COLOR. A honey brown that leans more towards a darker hue
EYE COLOR. A lovely, piercing dark blue
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES. A couple of small random scars from hunting and an almost crescent moon shaped birthmark on her left shoulder blade. She also always smells of roses and spice thanks to the perfume she dabs behind her ears, between her breasts, and on her wrists everyday.
FACE CLAIM. Michelle Monaghan
THE PERSONALITY.[/color][/font]
LIKES.
-Sweets
-Baking
-Reading
-Writing
-Jogging
-Drawing
-Romance stories (books and manga)
-The smell of roses
-The color purple
-Keeping busy
-Windy days
-Fencing
-Cats
-The park
-Baths
DISLIKES.
-Bitter things
-Coffee
-Rude customers
-Vampires/Werewolves/the supernaturals in general
-Supernatural love stories (mainly with vampires and weres)
-Being helpless
-Pricks
-Full moons
-The summer
-Rodents
-Reptiles
-Getting sick
-High heels
-Annoying techno music
-Teenagers that think the Supernatural are all "Misunderstood creatures who really only need to be loved ~<3"
STRENGTHS.
-Very fast
-Agile
-Good shot
-Doesn't take any BS from anyone
-Stubborn
-Strong
-Intelligent
-Quick-witted
WEAKNESSES.
-Stubborn
-Bull-headed
-Quick to anger
-Distrustful
-Her left arm isn't as strong as her right thanks to an old injury
-Distances herself from others
-Can be quite scary with her temper
-Not very good at talking to guys she likes, or many guys for that matter
FEARS.
-Small dark spaces
-Being turned into either a vampire or were
-The rest of her family dying
-Never finding love (though she'll never EVER admit to this)
FULL PERSONALITY.
On the surface, Phoebe appears to be the stereotypical hunter branded into everyone's mind by the movies. A dark haired girl, with dark eyes, dressed in dark clothes, with a dangerous aura to her. And while those she hunts may very well see her that way, it's not completely true.
While it's true that Phoebe is antisocial, it's not drastically so. She's quite talkative, and wont hesitate to join in a group. She's just...brutally honest. The key word being brutally. She believes in holding nothing back. She'll tell you exactly what's on her mind with a straight face and wont take back anything she's said. She's confrontational, opinionated, and easily provoked into verbal (and sometimes physical) battles. It's gotten her into trouble a lot, especially during her days in school. Does she care? Not particularly. After all, she's usually saying what she believes everyone else is thinking.
Unfortunately, Phoebe's also quick to anger. It doesn't take much to piss her off and she tends to react with punches more than anything. Around the cafe she works at she's (sometimes) fondly know as the Demon Lady. The only time she's not like this is when she's hunting. Then, she's usually cool, calm, calculating and deadly. Unlike some hunters she heard about, she doesn't do this for fun. She doesn't joke around with her prey, doesn't spurt witty banter back and forth. She finds it useless and distracting. After all, you aren't there to play, you're there to kill. It's not fun, it's a job.
On the complete opposite spectrum, we have a couple of sides to Phoebe that she will NEVER admit to. For one, she's a complete hopeless romantic. She dreams of that knight in shining armor, that prince that will sweep her off her feet. Her bookshelves are filled mostly with romance novels and manga and even her own writings and artwork express this. Phoebe can't help being embarrassed by this though, and often has trouble talking to guys, especially the ones she likes. Though her teenage years, she's had maybe two boy friends, neither which last long and ever since she moved to New York, she hasn't met a single guy who's interested in her. Because of this little experience with love, she's often blind to it. Truth is, it's more likely that she'd never even realize if a guy liked her or not.
Another side to Phoebe that is rarely seen is her artistic side. The truth is, Phoebe has always loved baking. It's her passion and before this whole Hunter thing started, she had dreams of becoming a world class baker ever since she was a little girl. She's one of those people that can create magic with deserts of any kind. From taste to decoration, she's quite amazing. She loves working in the cafe, making the many deserts that line the shelves. Baking is, and always will be her passion. Many times she's thought about quitting being a Hunter and fulfilling her dream, but, the memories always resurface and those dreams are pushed aside once more.
[/color][/font][/left]-Sweets
-Baking
-Reading
-Writing
-Jogging
-Drawing
-Romance stories (books and manga)
-The smell of roses
-The color purple
-Keeping busy
-Windy days
-Fencing
-Cats
-The park
-Baths
DISLIKES.
-Bitter things
-Coffee
-Rude customers
-Vampires/Werewolves/the supernaturals in general
-Supernatural love stories (mainly with vampires and weres)
-Being helpless
-Pricks
-Full moons
-The summer
-Rodents
-Reptiles
-Getting sick
-High heels
-Annoying techno music
-Teenagers that think the Supernatural are all "Misunderstood creatures who really only need to be loved ~<3"
STRENGTHS.
-Very fast
-Agile
-Good shot
-Doesn't take any BS from anyone
-Stubborn
-Strong
-Intelligent
-Quick-witted
WEAKNESSES.
-Stubborn
-Bull-headed
-Quick to anger
-Distrustful
-Her left arm isn't as strong as her right thanks to an old injury
-Distances herself from others
-Can be quite scary with her temper
-Not very good at talking to guys she likes, or many guys for that matter
FEARS.
-Small dark spaces
-Being turned into either a vampire or were
-The rest of her family dying
-Never finding love (though she'll never EVER admit to this)
FULL PERSONALITY.
On the surface, Phoebe appears to be the stereotypical hunter branded into everyone's mind by the movies. A dark haired girl, with dark eyes, dressed in dark clothes, with a dangerous aura to her. And while those she hunts may very well see her that way, it's not completely true.
While it's true that Phoebe is antisocial, it's not drastically so. She's quite talkative, and wont hesitate to join in a group. She's just...brutally honest. The key word being brutally. She believes in holding nothing back. She'll tell you exactly what's on her mind with a straight face and wont take back anything she's said. She's confrontational, opinionated, and easily provoked into verbal (and sometimes physical) battles. It's gotten her into trouble a lot, especially during her days in school. Does she care? Not particularly. After all, she's usually saying what she believes everyone else is thinking.
Unfortunately, Phoebe's also quick to anger. It doesn't take much to piss her off and she tends to react with punches more than anything. Around the cafe she works at she's (sometimes) fondly know as the Demon Lady. The only time she's not like this is when she's hunting. Then, she's usually cool, calm, calculating and deadly. Unlike some hunters she heard about, she doesn't do this for fun. She doesn't joke around with her prey, doesn't spurt witty banter back and forth. She finds it useless and distracting. After all, you aren't there to play, you're there to kill. It's not fun, it's a job.
On the complete opposite spectrum, we have a couple of sides to Phoebe that she will NEVER admit to. For one, she's a complete hopeless romantic. She dreams of that knight in shining armor, that prince that will sweep her off her feet. Her bookshelves are filled mostly with romance novels and manga and even her own writings and artwork express this. Phoebe can't help being embarrassed by this though, and often has trouble talking to guys, especially the ones she likes. Though her teenage years, she's had maybe two boy friends, neither which last long and ever since she moved to New York, she hasn't met a single guy who's interested in her. Because of this little experience with love, she's often blind to it. Truth is, it's more likely that she'd never even realize if a guy liked her or not.
Another side to Phoebe that is rarely seen is her artistic side. The truth is, Phoebe has always loved baking. It's her passion and before this whole Hunter thing started, she had dreams of becoming a world class baker ever since she was a little girl. She's one of those people that can create magic with deserts of any kind. From taste to decoration, she's quite amazing. She loves working in the cafe, making the many deserts that line the shelves. Baking is, and always will be her passion. Many times she's thought about quitting being a Hunter and fulfilling her dream, but, the memories always resurface and those dreams are pushed aside once more.
THE HISTORY.[/color][/font]
PARENTS.
-Carrie Lancaster, deceased
-George Lancaster, deceased
SIBLINGS.
-Richard Lancaster, deceased at age 17
-Amy Lancaster, deceased at age 10
BIRTHPLACE. St. Louis, Missouri
SIGNIFICANT OTHERS. None yet, but she's looking
PETS. Philomena; her fat, fluffy, lazy, black and white cat
FULL HISTORY.
Phoebe was born the middle child to George and Carrie Lancaster. They were a typical family. Her mother and father both worked, a lawyer (her mother) and a security guard (her father). Her mother was strong, scary, and obviously wore the pants in their house. Her father on the other hand was doting, gentle, and silly. Phoebe and her brother fought often, as siblings tended to do. By all appearances, the family was normal, if not a rowdy bunch. For the longest time, Phoebe had no idea of her father's side job. When he worked a night, she had no idea that he wasn't at his normal post. She had no idea that the martial art lessons, the archery lessons, the fencing lessons, and going to the gun range were anything other than normal father-daughter stuff. She had no reason to believe that he was one day training her to be a Hunter.
For years, Phoebe continued in blissful ignorance. It was during fifth grade that she discovered her love of baking. And while her first few...crations...were more poison than anything, it was evident after a while that she really had potential. As she grew, so did this talent. In middle school she took all the culinary classes available, even going to ones outside of school when she wasn't with her dad. She was happy, really happy. Everything seemed perfect, until she turned fourteen.
It was then that the truth about her family was revealed. Her father sat her down the night after her party and explained that their father-daughter outings were more than just fun and games. That going back to 18th century England, their family had been Hunters. He explained that with the reveal of the supernatural, it was even more dangerous. More and more hunters were being trained, for the vampires and werewolves weren't the nice people she saw on TV. They were killers, all of them.
After this reveal, Phoebe still continued to train, though with much more vigor. Being young still, her father didn't dream of taking his middle child out into the night. He told her that it would be years until he let her fight them. Unfortunately, that time came sooner than later.
The summer of Phoebe's 16th birthday, her class took a three-day camping trip outside of the city. When she returned, Phoebe did so to an empty house, caution tape thrown all around it. She had remembered how her heart pounded, how she had pushed through the group of neighbors surrounding her lawn, how she had ducked out of the way of the police and ran into her house, screaming for her family. Terror had gripped her, time slowing as she threw open the door, stumbling inside.
What greeted her then had been forever planted in her mind. The walls, the floor, everything was covered in blood. Her father lay there, his head severed from his body, empty eyes staring u at her. His body lay in pieces, her mothers near by, holding the body of her sister. Her brother wasn't far off, body in the same condition as the others. Eve though she saw them for only seconds, it had seemed like hours.
Later, she woke up in the station, having been told that she ha blacked out. She ha become hysteric, screaming that she knew who did this. That it was them! The vampires, the werewolves! They had come for her family and killed them all. unfortunately, no one believed her. There had been reports of a serial killer on the loose. A very human serial killer. They had been helpless victims, nothing more.
A week later, Phoebe was taken to New York City where her aunt and uncle lived. They took her in, raising her the best they could. Being from her mothers side, they had no idea that her father had been a Hunter, that she too was one. A couple of months after moving there, Phoebe went on the hunt. She had stumbled upon a feeding vampire, more accidental than anything. In the fight that ensued, the vampire wounded her left arm badly, an injury that sent her to the hospital as soon as she had killed him. Phoebe took no pleasure in the kill, nor did she feel any guilt. Truthfully, she felt nothing. In the years that followed, it became her normal pattern to hunt them. She grew better and better, her job becoming easier with time.
When Phoebe finished High School, she opted not to go to college, taking a job at a small place called Cafe Bonheur! It wasn't long as she was working side by side with the manager, making the deserts that lined the tables. She loved working there. The manager was wonderful (even if he did tend to sleep a lot) and the other two workers, Allie and Alex Wright, soon became her two best friends. It wasn't long until she moved into her own apartment, something that made Hunting so much easier. Even though it wasn't the easiest life, Phoebe enjoyed it. After all, a Hunter doesn't usually have a long life span. It's better to enjoy it than waste it.
[/color][/font][/left]-Carrie Lancaster, deceased
-George Lancaster, deceased
SIBLINGS.
-Richard Lancaster, deceased at age 17
-Amy Lancaster, deceased at age 10
BIRTHPLACE. St. Louis, Missouri
SIGNIFICANT OTHERS. None yet, but she's looking
PETS. Philomena; her fat, fluffy, lazy, black and white cat
FULL HISTORY.
Phoebe was born the middle child to George and Carrie Lancaster. They were a typical family. Her mother and father both worked, a lawyer (her mother) and a security guard (her father). Her mother was strong, scary, and obviously wore the pants in their house. Her father on the other hand was doting, gentle, and silly. Phoebe and her brother fought often, as siblings tended to do. By all appearances, the family was normal, if not a rowdy bunch. For the longest time, Phoebe had no idea of her father's side job. When he worked a night, she had no idea that he wasn't at his normal post. She had no idea that the martial art lessons, the archery lessons, the fencing lessons, and going to the gun range were anything other than normal father-daughter stuff. She had no reason to believe that he was one day training her to be a Hunter.
For years, Phoebe continued in blissful ignorance. It was during fifth grade that she discovered her love of baking. And while her first few...crations...were more poison than anything, it was evident after a while that she really had potential. As she grew, so did this talent. In middle school she took all the culinary classes available, even going to ones outside of school when she wasn't with her dad. She was happy, really happy. Everything seemed perfect, until she turned fourteen.
It was then that the truth about her family was revealed. Her father sat her down the night after her party and explained that their father-daughter outings were more than just fun and games. That going back to 18th century England, their family had been Hunters. He explained that with the reveal of the supernatural, it was even more dangerous. More and more hunters were being trained, for the vampires and werewolves weren't the nice people she saw on TV. They were killers, all of them.
After this reveal, Phoebe still continued to train, though with much more vigor. Being young still, her father didn't dream of taking his middle child out into the night. He told her that it would be years until he let her fight them. Unfortunately, that time came sooner than later.
The summer of Phoebe's 16th birthday, her class took a three-day camping trip outside of the city. When she returned, Phoebe did so to an empty house, caution tape thrown all around it. She had remembered how her heart pounded, how she had pushed through the group of neighbors surrounding her lawn, how she had ducked out of the way of the police and ran into her house, screaming for her family. Terror had gripped her, time slowing as she threw open the door, stumbling inside.
What greeted her then had been forever planted in her mind. The walls, the floor, everything was covered in blood. Her father lay there, his head severed from his body, empty eyes staring u at her. His body lay in pieces, her mothers near by, holding the body of her sister. Her brother wasn't far off, body in the same condition as the others. Eve though she saw them for only seconds, it had seemed like hours.
Later, she woke up in the station, having been told that she ha blacked out. She ha become hysteric, screaming that she knew who did this. That it was them! The vampires, the werewolves! They had come for her family and killed them all. unfortunately, no one believed her. There had been reports of a serial killer on the loose. A very human serial killer. They had been helpless victims, nothing more.
A week later, Phoebe was taken to New York City where her aunt and uncle lived. They took her in, raising her the best they could. Being from her mothers side, they had no idea that her father had been a Hunter, that she too was one. A couple of months after moving there, Phoebe went on the hunt. She had stumbled upon a feeding vampire, more accidental than anything. In the fight that ensued, the vampire wounded her left arm badly, an injury that sent her to the hospital as soon as she had killed him. Phoebe took no pleasure in the kill, nor did she feel any guilt. Truthfully, she felt nothing. In the years that followed, it became her normal pattern to hunt them. She grew better and better, her job becoming easier with time.
When Phoebe finished High School, she opted not to go to college, taking a job at a small place called Cafe Bonheur! It wasn't long as she was working side by side with the manager, making the deserts that lined the tables. She loved working there. The manager was wonderful (even if he did tend to sleep a lot) and the other two workers, Allie and Alex Wright, soon became her two best friends. It wasn't long until she moved into her own apartment, something that made Hunting so much easier. Even though it wasn't the easiest life, Phoebe enjoyed it. After all, a Hunter doesn't usually have a long life span. It's better to enjoy it than waste it.
THE PUPPETEER.[/color][/font]
YOUR NAME. Evelyn
YOUR AGE. 19
OTHER CHARACTERS. None
YEARS OF EXPERIENCE. About 4-5 years on and off
RP SAMPLE.
[/color][/font][/left]YOUR AGE. 19
OTHER CHARACTERS. None
YEARS OF EXPERIENCE. About 4-5 years on and off
RP SAMPLE.
Click, click, click....
She walked down the large tunnel, bright blue eyes drifting over the walls.
"I wont be long. Take some time to explore. Alex never brought you here, right?" Mara suggested.
The chill of the mountainside worked it's way over her.
"Mara had said something about a place called Vampire Mountain. Where is it? And why haven't we been?"
The white of her dress was stark against the gloominess of the tunnel.
"You're not ready yet," Alex had said.
Am I ready now? Cassie stopped, a soft sigh making it's way past her lips. She was utterly and completely lost, in more ways than one. Mara hadn't told her what to expect. Hadn't told her why they were even coming here. They had just showed up, made a trek through the snow covered land. (Cassie was still amazed that Mara didn't complain....that much) And then BAM, here they were. The two of them had found a cubby hole (aka, a room) and had fallen asleep only a little while after arriving. When they awake, Mara left her to her own agenda and practically disappeared. So now, here she was, lost and alone in a tunnel.
But it just wasn't in the tunnel that she felt lost. Aside from Mara and Alex, she had met only one or two other vampires--her editor Johnny, and a couple that worked for Mara. She had no idea that A. there were very few female vampires, even fewer currently here, and B. this place was very warrior-chic. She was surrounded by men. Burly, scarred, (some delicious) manly warrior men. To say that she felt like a joke was putting it mildly. Here she was in a short-ish white dress, heels, and jewelry--femininity personified--while everyone around her looked like they were ready to pounce into battle. And the very archaic kind of battle.
"But what is it like?" she had persisted.
"It's not like you," was all Alex had replied before squishing the matter entierly.
"You were right Alex...this isn't like me. I'm not ready..." she whispered, her voice echoing around the empty tunnel. With a sigh of defeat, she leaned against one of the (practically freezing) walls, banging her head lightly against the rock.
She walked down the large tunnel, bright blue eyes drifting over the walls.
"I wont be long. Take some time to explore. Alex never brought you here, right?" Mara suggested.
The chill of the mountainside worked it's way over her.
"Mara had said something about a place called Vampire Mountain. Where is it? And why haven't we been?"
The white of her dress was stark against the gloominess of the tunnel.
"You're not ready yet," Alex had said.
Am I ready now? Cassie stopped, a soft sigh making it's way past her lips. She was utterly and completely lost, in more ways than one. Mara hadn't told her what to expect. Hadn't told her why they were even coming here. They had just showed up, made a trek through the snow covered land. (Cassie was still amazed that Mara didn't complain....that much) And then BAM, here they were. The two of them had found a cubby hole (aka, a room) and had fallen asleep only a little while after arriving. When they awake, Mara left her to her own agenda and practically disappeared. So now, here she was, lost and alone in a tunnel.
But it just wasn't in the tunnel that she felt lost. Aside from Mara and Alex, she had met only one or two other vampires--her editor Johnny, and a couple that worked for Mara. She had no idea that A. there were very few female vampires, even fewer currently here, and B. this place was very warrior-chic. She was surrounded by men. Burly, scarred, (some delicious) manly warrior men. To say that she felt like a joke was putting it mildly. Here she was in a short-ish white dress, heels, and jewelry--femininity personified--while everyone around her looked like they were ready to pounce into battle. And the very archaic kind of battle.
"But what is it like?" she had persisted.
"It's not like you," was all Alex had replied before squishing the matter entierly.
"You were right Alex...this isn't like me. I'm not ready..." she whispered, her voice echoing around the empty tunnel. With a sigh of defeat, she leaned against one of the (practically freezing) walls, banging her head lightly against the rock.
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