Post by Aizalynn ,, Paul |Lovewell| on Dec 13, 2008 17:51:57 GMT -5
`AizalynnMarieMelina JoAnnaLovewell ,,
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“ somethin' that keeps me movin', diggin' deeper down ”
here we have the new superstar in town, Kenna.[/blockquote][/font][/color]
she's rocked for fourteen summers of love
and she's gonna be around for plenty more. She's
fromMiseryMissouri (CST) 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]Aizalynn Marie Melina JoAnna Lovewell
nicknames • Aiza
Species • Vampire
age • Nineteen looking, though is roughly one hundred and seventy-five.
grade & school • College Freshman
status • Wealthy, though does not support herself as much as her brother does.
it gives me thrills to wind you up ,,
[/font][/blockquote][/blockquote]hair • Blonde, goes down to the top of the chest. Naturally straight but sometimes styled into having some curls or waves.
eyes • A shocking bright blue, almond shaped. Often decorated with eye makeup (small eyeliner, mascara, and simple eye shadows) to make them pop more.
height • 5'0.
weight • About ninety-five pounds from shortness
tattoos • None.
piercings • Just her ears, once.
playby • Taylor Momsen
come on, come on let's play ,,
[/font][/blockquote][/blockquote]personality • Being frozen at seventeen forever seems to strike as something excellent to Aizalynn. It gives her more time to be a girl and she loves it. That being said automatically would describe her as your stereotypical blonde.
You know... Entertainment for everyone, spacey, kind of slow at some points. She doesn't seem to mind though, she loves it. It attracts more attention to herself which is of course, something she probably loves just as much as shopping. Eh, disastrous women for goodness sake.
Continuing on being stereotypical, Aizalynn finds herself stubborn and whiny if she doesn't get her way. However, because whining drives her brother insane, she often gets what she wants, which makes her ever so happy. So yes, she is generally a happy person though once again, we're talking about females. Mood swings are common, and let's put it this way... Don't make a blonde vampire angry.
Aizalynn is somewhat emotionally attached to her twin brother. She could never go a day with out seeing him or being with him. As a matter of fact, they're always together. It would have to be something urgent on Paul's part for him to not be seen slightly behind her, their pinkies locked together lightly.
likes • Talking, phones, money, rain, attention, music, romance novels, shopping, her brother
dislikes • Human blood, sunshine, not getting her way, blonde jokes, when people wear too much cologne/perfume, text talk, overly curious humans, dogs
habits • Tapping her foot, chewing on the inside of her cheek, staring off into space without a clue what's going on for long periods of time.
secrets • She has a fear of mismatched socks
For the longest time when she was younger, she actually thought two-and-two summed up to be twenty-two
Her brother and her have the exact same schedule, so instead of doing her own work and tests, she just gets the answers from him.
overall goals • Love, Commitment, and Turning Aizalynn wants desperately to fall in love... With a human. She wants an excellent, committed, straight out of a fairytale love story relationship. Along with that, she would also like to turn her love into a vampire successfully.
sexual orientation •Straight
invade me to the point of tears ,,
[/font][/blockquote][/blockquote]father •Thomas, human, deceased of old age.
mother •Mary, human, deceased of old age.
siblings • Paul, seventeen(one hundred and seventy-five), student, Chace Crawford.
extended family • Vilidia, three hundred and one, the vampire who turned her and her brother.
history • "Oh... Twins. How unsurprising."
That was the first words her mother said about the two the day they were born, December twenty-fourth, those one hundred and seventy-five years ago. Why so unsurprising? Mary's family had twins written all over the lines of genetics, each women in her family for years had them. The only thing different was that it was a boy and a girl this time, instead of two females.
Even from birth the two were inseparable. Always together, sharing the simple wooden toys their father had made for them, the like. In an odd way, it was like they were connected spiritually. One could always seem to tell how the other was feeling, etcetera, etcetera. Paul played more of a protector to Aizalynn, if anyone messed with her, they were sure to get a mouthful of complaints from her darling brother. Aizalynn however, didn't do that much for her twin, she just kept him company. He wasn't necessarily the best looking boy of their age and the ladies he liked often shunned him or pushed him aside, so Aizalynn comforted him in the most loving way she could without it being anything close to incest.
Truth be told, a lot of people thought they actually had been "together," just from their closeness. The two just ignored those remarks and continued on living their happy human lives throughout the years they grew up. They did sort of go on "dates" with each other, simply just walks around the area or to dinner. Though the day of their seventeenth birthday, they went out on their dinner date, though this one would be the one neither of them would ever forget.
The walk home was slightly hurried as snow fell around them, Aizalynn walking as the head of the group, her brother slightly behind her, the two joined together by right pinkie for her, left for him. They made random chatter as they walked, she would giggle every once and awhile or slide on ice and have to be pulled up by her adoring brother. Together, they were having a good time but then something unexpected and unstoppable happened.
A woman, tall, beautiful, and modelous pounced on the two, sending them flying into a darkened alleyway. They were tied together and gagged with some sort of cloth, and while the two panicked, they stayed connected by their pinkies. And then it was dark. Darkness was all that could be seen and felt as they were dragged off to the pouncer's underground house and placed upon a cold metal table.
The next clearest memory of this event was the burning from the inside out. Aizalynn had wanted to scream out in pain, but kept in in as if not to worry her brother, to let him know she was alright and that they would make through whatever this burning was together. And they did. After the third day of burning, she felt something squeeze her pinkie softly, as she could move her toes and fingers, she did the same, certain it was her brother who had made the slight squeeze.
On the fifth day, the burning was over for the both of them, their eyes opened both at the same time. Grinning at each other, happy to see the other once again, they embraced tightly, when the woman who attacked them five days ago appeared from the shadows and inched toward the two. An unhappy snarl came from Aisalynn's throat and that had shocked her, but continued to watch the woman like a hawk.
"Calm down sweets, I ain't gonna hurt you,"the woman said to the both, and she explained what had happened.
Vampires? That was certainly different. That the woman, Vilidia, was simply lonely and wanted a few companions to be with after one hundred and twenty-six years of loneliness, and it just so happened to be that she had chosen Aizalynn and Paul to be those two. All the twins had to do was tell their parents they were moving into their own house and they'd see them later. They however, did not come back, they lived under Vilidia's "vegetarian" wing. The two inherited everything their parents once owned after their death.
For the next one hundred and seventy-three years they lived in that underground home with Vilidia. Though at that one hundred and seventy-three year mark, Paul decided that it was time for him and Aizalynn to leave Vilidia, though they promised a visit that they probably would never make. For a year, the twins searched for their own place to live and settle down for at least a little while because they were not growing physically.
They stumbled upon Newport where there was little sun... They decided to buy a house and live there... Now what?
our work is never over ,,
[/quote]Group • Undecided
rp sample •August 23,2095
There she sat, just like any other day. At least once a day, sometimes more, She would find herself at the same swings where it happened... Why did she happen to keep on returning? It was hope that maybe that person would show up again and maybe actually introduce himself to her... Because if she were going to go and bite someone to turn them into something like the kind she was... She'd at least say something of use.
Maybe like,"Hi, I'm Kenna, I'm a vampire. Let me bite you bitch!"
Oh... Snap
She'd said it out loud, yet again... Thank whatever she had that had any value that she was alone at the small park, her behind firm in the seat as it moved, wind whipping through her ever-so brown locks of hair which she cherished dearly. Some pieces had already started to fall in front of oceanic eyes, though bothersome, she would continue to ignore it.
Waiting... Just like every other day. Maybe one day he would actually show up? Maybe she'd return to this swing everyday, even at the age of ninety-five and he'd never show up? This world was nothing more than maybes, ifs, ands, buts, ors, and whatever silly things people could come up with... And while she was thinking about life she caught movement in her eyes, shifting them from one place, to where the change of color caught her eye.
Just a black cat... Wow, how horrifyingly sad. She had almost thought it was the unnamed person, and almost jumped from her seat on the moving object to pounce it. She really could not wait to return to Hogwarts, for at least then, her mind would be distracted, just a little bit. Though almost anything and everything was a distraction for someone with the same attention span as the teen in the park.
I wonder what Aly is doing... Probably pissed that I haven't wrote to her all summer... Butterball flew off somewhere random though and hasn't came back, so I blame the bird, not me. Eh... I'll see her soon.
One hand moved from the chain link to her forehead, sighing as she wiped away a bead of sweat... It was definitely hot. Of course, it was summer and all, but it was warm even for the Hogwarts Student who always seemed to have an icy feeling stuck to her...
"Bored."
Her eyebrow raised up at the sky, clouds covering a perfect blue sky, making it grey. Rain..? She shrugged, hopping from the moving swing, landing on the ground with a thud instead of landing on her feet... Maybe she should really stop jumping out of moving swings, for her clumsy feet always failed her, making her never land on them.
"Ow, my ass,"she mumbled, picking herself up off the ground rubbing her behind... That was definitely going to bruise, like always. If she didn't have a bruise on her bottom from falling so much, she had a bruise somewhere else from her ditsy nature.
After she moved about five feet, she felt tiny spits of water fall down from the clouds to the ground, wetting her hair only slightly. Right now, it was just barely even sprinkling, but it could pick up any time. At the same time she thought of it raining even harder, a bit of thunder cracked, making her jump almost out of her skin.
I... Don't like thunder.
She was drenched and it hadn't even rained for a minute yet. Was this someone's cruel idea of a joke? Maybe some capable wizard or witch cast a spell making it rain, or maybe it was nature in its process of the water cycle. She couldn't exactly blame anyone so she stuck with the 'water cycle'. It always felt nice to blame something on someone or something else, oh yes it was.
At least the water was cooling her down, just a little bit. She did not like the thunder that was going off or the feeling of her hair sticking to her skin. And she was also having another one of her weird cravings while having a discussion in her head.
"Mmmm... I wonder if we have any raw hamburger at home..?"
Gross! That is absolutely revolting, Kenna!
Ah, those nice, friendly voices in her head bickering about like someone had cast the babbling curse on them. It wasn't just something that would happen every once and awhile either, it went on constantly... And it was driving her crazy. Maybe that was why people who heard voices in their head were often mental?
Why did she ask herself so many questions? She'd probably never know, however she felt that she would never know a lot of things and that was damaging... Nothing like living a life of stupid. Pure excitement, but yet not really... She just liked to tell herself that.
She had been so wrapped up in the conversation that she hadn't even realized that she had not turned on Privet Drive. The rain was so heavy that she really couldn't see much in front of her anyways, so that was also why... But she could be one hundred percent truthful and say she wasn't paying attention. It had been a long time since she had actually told the exact truth of how everything went. Being the number two top prankster in the school(she even had to put Aly in front of herself, she was just better)meant telling tons of lies to save yourself from tons of trouble.
If she had gotten caught blowing up sinks in the girl's bathroom, well let's just say if her father found out, he wouldn't be too happy. Oh no he wouldn't... That's why no one except Aly knew that she was having fun experimenting. Okay, it wasn't experimenting either, she was just fed up with how dirty they were so she made them go boom.
At the time she thought 'boom' a surprisingly very loud crack of thunder let loose, making a loud 'eek' submerge from the teen's throat.
Maybe I should find my way home... Which will definitely be lots of fun.
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