Post by Gypsy Winters on Sept 12, 2011 15:31:10 GMT -5
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Lavigne,
Avril[/center][/size][/color]theme song[/color]:;[/b][/size]
Crazy Bitch
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Gypsy's often mistaken for weak because of how pretty she is, and how small she is. She is not to be underestimated. She won't hesitate to rip your face off with her bare hands, and go and get her hair done. She's a vicious creature, who loves the torture of humans.
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Winters, Melissa Gypsy
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sweet 206
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FEMale
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born a, Vampyre (
Prishtara)
Prishtara)
should we put bricks on your head?[/color]:;[/b][/size]
Gypsy is, five foot, two inches tall.
no place like home[/color]:;[/b][/size]
England
getting lucky with ~someone~[/color]:;[/b][/size]
Bi-sexual
babies coming?[/color]:;[/b][/size]
MARRIED?N
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Haunting Vision
Pain Synthesize; Level One
weapon(s)[/color]:;[/b][/size]
Gypsy doesn't really use weapons much. She'll use whatevers around if she needs to, but she prefers just to fight.
whatcha~wearin?[/color]:;[/b][/size]
It varies. Sometimes she's dressed like a gothic/punky 20 year old, and sometimes she's dressed up like an 1800s princess. Only..a gothic/punky princess.
transportation[/color]:;[/b][/size]
Her truck. A 2011 Dodge ram, woot.
anything.else.you'd.like.to.share?[/color]:;[/b][/size]
Her hair is a variety of colours, from neon green to jet black, to bleach blonde. Her hair colour changes often.
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disposition to the law[/color]:;[/b][/size]
NEUTRAL
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EVIL
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Coffee
,Torture
,Music
,Partying
,Sex
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Hunters
,Bordem
,Being alone.
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Cats
obsessions[/color]:;[/b][/size]
Babies.
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Melissa was born a hell of a long time ago to two mere peasants, or that's how she always thought of them. She grew up in a small village, and she was always picked on because she was prettier then most. She used her beauty to her advantage when she had to, but only when she had to. Her mother did what she could for Mel, but Mel always wanted more and more and more.
There was evil in Mel's heart, of this there was no doubt. She wanted everything at the tips of her fingers, and when it wasn't there she became enraged. It became worse after she'd taken one's life, and that's an interesting story on its own. Shortly after her 18th birthday, she'd taken a stroll into town after dark, in her favorite little black dress, and had just came out of the store, when she'd gotten grabbed. Startled, she'd let out a scream, and when no one helped her, she had decided she'd needed to fight on her own. The man had grabbed her breasts, ripping her dress. She wasn't sure what had enraged her more. Being violated, or having her favorite dress ripped. She growled a bit, and jumped on the man, letting the evil, and the rage enflare her. She grabbed the knife she always carried, and ended the fight by shoving it in his throat. She let the blood run over her hands and arms. When she calmed down, and realized what she did, she...couldn't find the will to care. And, she suspected that was what the vampire watching her had liked.
As he came out of the darkness, she pulled her knife from the victim's throat. She held it as she turned, and held it at the vamp as he came towards her. She backed away, suddenly afraid. He asked her why she was scared, and she shuddered as he touched her. She pushed the knife into his belly, and he growled, and morphed into....something. Something horrible.
When she woke, she was in a crypt. She stood, and dusted herself off. She couldn't feel a heart beat within herself, or any blood pumping through her veins. But she could hear a bee buzzing ten feet away. She pushed the door of the crypt open, and stepped into the darkness. She spun, giggling madly. She sang, and drank, and killed most of the night, before the sun came up. Unfortunately, she didn't know she couldn't walk in sunlight, and nearly burned to...well death.
She spent a good couple years simply maiming and killing, and learning what it meant to be a vampyre before she came across a girl. She didn't know who this girl was, she just knew the girl was different. She spent more time with this girl thenh she had with another. And that almost got her killed. For this girl was a hunter, who had stalked Gypsy for a while. See, Gypsy missed the brochure about hunters, and found herself falling for one. Well, when this girl led Gypsy into a trap, that not only broke Gypsy's unbeating heart, it unleashed a rage Gypsy hadn't known. She's taken a vow of revenge against the whole bloody lot of hunters, and kills one when she finds them.
[/blockquote]There was evil in Mel's heart, of this there was no doubt. She wanted everything at the tips of her fingers, and when it wasn't there she became enraged. It became worse after she'd taken one's life, and that's an interesting story on its own. Shortly after her 18th birthday, she'd taken a stroll into town after dark, in her favorite little black dress, and had just came out of the store, when she'd gotten grabbed. Startled, she'd let out a scream, and when no one helped her, she had decided she'd needed to fight on her own. The man had grabbed her breasts, ripping her dress. She wasn't sure what had enraged her more. Being violated, or having her favorite dress ripped. She growled a bit, and jumped on the man, letting the evil, and the rage enflare her. She grabbed the knife she always carried, and ended the fight by shoving it in his throat. She let the blood run over her hands and arms. When she calmed down, and realized what she did, she...couldn't find the will to care. And, she suspected that was what the vampire watching her had liked.
As he came out of the darkness, she pulled her knife from the victim's throat. She held it as she turned, and held it at the vamp as he came towards her. She backed away, suddenly afraid. He asked her why she was scared, and she shuddered as he touched her. She pushed the knife into his belly, and he growled, and morphed into....something. Something horrible.
When she woke, she was in a crypt. She stood, and dusted herself off. She couldn't feel a heart beat within herself, or any blood pumping through her veins. But she could hear a bee buzzing ten feet away. She pushed the door of the crypt open, and stepped into the darkness. She spun, giggling madly. She sang, and drank, and killed most of the night, before the sun came up. Unfortunately, she didn't know she couldn't walk in sunlight, and nearly burned to...well death.
She spent a good couple years simply maiming and killing, and learning what it meant to be a vampyre before she came across a girl. She didn't know who this girl was, she just knew the girl was different. She spent more time with this girl thenh she had with another. And that almost got her killed. For this girl was a hunter, who had stalked Gypsy for a while. See, Gypsy missed the brochure about hunters, and found herself falling for one. Well, when this girl led Gypsy into a trap, that not only broke Gypsy's unbeating heart, it unleashed a rage Gypsy hadn't known. She's taken a vow of revenge against the whole bloody lot of hunters, and kills one when she finds them.
She's allergic to oak stakes. Very dangerous. Hisss.
