Post by Tracey Marks on Dec 7, 2008 12:04:15 GMT -5
` TraceyMarks ,,
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“ to be or not to be, that is the question ”
here we have the new superstar in town, Samantha.[/blockquote][/font][/color]
she's rocked for Seventeen summers of love
and she's gonna be around for plenty more. She's
from Norfolk, UK but she's calling
Newport her home now. so get used to
it, because she's not going anywhere.
one love and one life ,,
[/font][/blockquote][/blockquote]full name • Tracey Lorerli Marks
nicknames • Trace
Species • Human
age • 22
grade & school • Senior at Newport Community College
status • Rich and snobby
it gives me thrills to wind you up ,,
[/font][/blockquote][/blockquote]hair • Blonde,long and wavy
eyes • Green
height • 5"7
weight • small but not anorexic. Tracey likes sports and eating healthy, meaning she has a toned body that is perfect for her height.
tattoos • She has a small butterfly on the inside of her left thigh.
piercings • Bellybutton and ears.
playby • Blake Lively
come on, come on let's play ,,
[/font][/blockquote][/blockquote]personality • Tracey is playful and sensual. Some say she was probably a cat in her previous life. She doesn't let people in easily incase they decide to walk right back out. Instead she plays her cards close to her chest, only trusting those who have truely earned it. Most of all, she'll protect her friends and family through anything, as most people would. She hates people who mess her about, whats the point in her opinion? All she really wants is the truth.
likes • Reading, dispite her pretty looks Tracey is incredibly intellectual. She loves the classic's such as Pygmalien and pride and predujice, but most of all she loves shakespere.
Sports, you name it she's done it. Most of all she loves dance and cheerleading. Swimming comes a close second as does basketball and hockey.
Dogs, growing up in a house full of animals automatically means you love them. Tracey especially has a close bond with dogs.
Music, nothing helps to calm Tracey down than music. It clears her mind and helps her focus.
Pink Grapefruit tea, It's just the sweetest thing you could ever have, especially warm. It's sweet taste and smell help to clear the senses and heal illnesses.
Shoes, what girl doesn't like shoes? It's something that is innate.
Starbucks, You will rarely find Tracey without a vanilla latte or frappicino in her hand.
dislikes • Injustice, McDonalds, Britany Spears, Repression, being controlled, being used, cats.
habits • Tracey can't sit still. She will always be doing something, whether its tapping her foot or her fingers.
Bites her lip, you can tell when she's nervous because Tracey bites the corner of her lip.
Speaks loudly, In new or uneasy situations Tracey can't seem to control the level of noise leaving her mouth, often attracting unwanted attention
Not listening, you'll be talking away with her and then suddenly she'll say "Sorry, I didn't hear a word you just said"
secrets • Tracey is a virgin. She has only been in love once. She desperately wants to escape Newport, but won't leave without Barker
overall goals • Respect, Love, friendship, Wealth, control, Justice.
sexual orientation • Straight but isn't afraid to experiment
invade me to the point of tears ,,
[/font][/blockquote][/blockquote]father • Micheal Marks, 56 Architect
mother • Lillian Marks, 54 House Wife
siblings • James Marks, 13 and Jenny Marks, 18
extended family • Aunt Sally, Micheal's Sister. Has lived with the family since the death of her husband, who left her with debts which caused her to sell all her belongs.
history • Tracey spent most of her life in Newport. Up until the age of 12 she hadn't been anywhere else, however after that her fathers business began to take off causing them to move around alot. New York, Las Vegas, Seattle. You name it, she's lived there. However, at the age of 17 Tracey's mother demanded that the family return to Newport and settle down, as the children's education was being disrupted.
Since then life has been a rollercoaster for Tracey. High popularity, complete anoymity. Everyday it was a different story. If it wasn't for her cheer leading, Tracey wouldn't have been known at all.
Since graduateing high school, Tracey has been free to do whatever she wants. She is desperate to move in with her boyfriend Barker and get a job which means something. At the moment she is a Senior at Newport Community College.
our work is never over ,,
[/font][/blockquote][/blockquote]Group • The Curious
rp sample • Taken from Midnight Whispers
The silence was deafening. Sam sighed an unnecessary breath as loneliness spread through her like so many times before. After so many years she had become accustomed to the feeling, almost missing it when it wasn't with her. As she breathed in deeply, hunger ran through her veins. She hadn't eaten for nearly two weeks, and catching the sent of a deer sent her on a rampage.
Gold and auburn glided through the air as she sped swiftly through the forest at the speed of sound. Nothing moved beneath her, but the scent of the undergrowth had changed. To a human, it would smell sweet like sugar, almost sickly but still seductive. If she wasn't careful, the children of the moon would soon detect her. After her last encounter, she was sour with resentment. Being ran out of your home isn't exactly the greatest send of you could have imagined, and it still haunted her.
Suddenly, Sam silently halted. In front of her appeared lunch. It was all over in a few moments. And then she was gone, the only indication of her presence lay motionless and red on the forest floor.
Autumn surrounded her as she strolled along her usual route home. The trail she had left behind so long ago was faded, but it was still there. Just enough to lead her back to her home. Her cottage on the outskirts of Forks. Some time ago, she had been advised to look for a house, deserted by her creators, left to her through a letter she kept in one place. However, it had been harder to find than she expected - so hard infarct that she never found it, no matter how much she searched. It was as though the house itself was hidden from her sight. She had discovered, instead, her own small cottage. It was beautiful, perfect, as though it had been pulled right out of a fairytale. It hadn't taken long for Sam to settle in and acquaint herself with her surroundings, and although she left every few years, she always returned. She lived in many houses, in many places, but this was her only home. She was drawn to Forks with an indescribable passion.
At first, she had thought it was because something amazing was going to occur in this sleepy town. Her curiosity caused her to wait, returning decade after decade to assess the situation. But on her returns, it was always the same. A small town, with the usual american people. She just wished that whatever it was drawing her back here would show itself to her.
She could smell the oak door 100 ft away. The scent was as good as she remembered it. It almost gave her a pink glow. She was glad to be home, instead of roaming throughout the world. Her decades off were boring and tiresome but finally she was back and once again about to enroll into high school. She would be asked the same questions. Did your mother come here a few years ago? yes she would answer. The same responses as always, with her gleaming smile. Then they would comment on the striking resemblance she held to her mother, and how they had the same name - family tradition, of course.
Her subject choices had always been extravagant. This year was no exception, and a trip to the library was a neccessity. After all, it had been a long time since she had visited the ancient greek vampires, and of course her greek would be rusty. As she strolled across the landscape, wind blowing against her granite skin, she sighed - freezing before she had chance to exhale. Something unusal had finally occured in Forks. Another vampire, male, on her territory. He had a strong scent, intriging Samantha as to his whereabouts, his identity, his abilities. She couldn't resist both temptation and curiosity, seductivly calling out her to track; causing her to follow the scent, and leaving all memories of Greek language behind.
