LETTE, Julia Shangri-la

[kitty]

Julia Shangri-la Lette !

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" she was new in town, she was a treasure that I found, she liked to swim at night and she was angel like "

( THE BASIC STUFF ![/b]
! the hour has begun. your eyes have now opened )[/center]

FULL NAME: Julia Shangri-la Lette
NICKNAMES: Juls.
AGE: twenty-one forever
SEXUALITY: bi.
GENDER: female.
GRADE: senior
HOMETOWN: seattle
LIVING IN: Forks
SPECIES: Veggie Vampire
LIVING FOR: 25 years
ABILITY/FUR COLOR: ability to make you believe any lie once eye contact is made

( THE APPEARANCE !

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! to a world where madness craves. to a world where hope's enslaved )[/center]

PLAY-BY: lacey mosley
HAIR: She has rather beautiful hair. It's shine if much more pronounced since becoming a vampire and is a nice, brown hue. Every so often she wears it curled, straightened or maybe even up but more often than not it hangs fairly wavy.
EYES: Like all vampires of her kind, she had topaz eyes that change to black depending upon her level of thirst. Before she was changed her eyes were hazel. Not the most impressive color in the world but it worked for her.
WEIGHT: 125
HEIGHT: 5'5
BUILD: slender
UNIQUE FEATURES: even as a vampire Juls dresses rather different and usually, a bit revealing. She wears a lot of black, black eyeliner as well which only defines her unmistakable eyes even more so. Really she's quite easy to pick out in a crowd
OVERALL APPEARANCE: As vampires go, Julia is well beautiful to put it short. She has that pale white skin, even more so than most though because she was naturally pale as a human. Her eyes, once hazel, are now a liquid gold or topaz color unless she becomes very thirsty in which case they turn black. Still there is more to her though if he look deep enough. Her gaze is more captivating than most, seeing as her power to make them believe any lie she wishes. She surely holds seduction in her eyes, in her slender frame. That being said she is rather small. She's both skinny and a bit on the short side. Ah well what does that matter when you're so strong? Her hair is mid-length and brown. It normally curls slightly unless she takes some of her free time to mess with it. Like the rest of her, her hands and feet seem almost delicate.

( THE PERSONALITY !

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! oh, i tremble for my love always. your windows opened wide )[/center]

LIKES:

• rainy days
  
• music
  
• art
  
• poetry
  
• horror movies
  
• hot showers
  
• animals
  
• babies
  
• piercings
  
• smoking
  

DISLIKES:

• homophobics
  
• animal cruelity
  
• 70+ degree weather
  
• snobs
  
• fish food
  
• immatureity
  
• posers
  
• monkies
  
• blondes
  
• lip singing
  

STRENGTHS:

• quick witted
  
• can be cold
  
• blunt
  

WEAKNESSES:

• memories
  
• cutting (before) drinking human blood (now)
  
• lust
  

SECRETS:

• her father killed her mother
  
• she was raped
  
• she's a vampire
  

OVERALL PERSONALITY: Juls is a bit odd because of her past but she lives better than some might have, considering it all that is. She is quite lustful if you've yet to notice that. She craves for someone to want her, this is partly due to her rape I suppose but she also fears ever falling in love. She is also stubborn. She hates to be wrong and rarely backs down when challenged or what not. She is sarcastic even thought sometimes she doesn't mean to have such a sharp tongue, it's just become such a natural part of herself. She's also bad tempered but that was always easy to see the part you don't expect is the gentle side of her. She can be softened up after time as surprising as that may seem and has a soft spot for children. Even though she's had countless men/boys after her she never really fit in, she was somewhat of an outcast. Now of course she is cold when she wants to be, if it all becomes too much for her to handle she just blocks it all out, becomes emotionless in a sense. Lastly is how impulsive she can be. She doesn't think much through and is always go go go.

( THE HISTORY BOOK !

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MOTHER: Mary lynn lette, 33, deceased
FATHER: Matt ---- ----, 35, unknown
SIBLINGS: N/A
OTHER: N/A
LOVER: N/A
BEST MEMORY: the first time she had sex
WORST MEMORY: finding our her father killed her mother

HISTORY: Julia was born 25 years ago as an only child. Though she never once laid eyes on her father, she and her mother grew to be like sisters. Her mother was only fifteen years old when she found out she was pregnant with Julia and immediately decided she had to get away. You see, Julia's father beat and abused Mary, her mother. Not only that but, her mother still somehow loved the jerk. She ran away, only for the sake of their child. She didn't want that life for Julia, she wanted her to live the best life she could imagine. This is how Mary ended up giving birth in a hotel. She had traveled from place to place so that he wouldn't find her, and than without warning, Julia had decided it was time to enter the world. She was a pretty baby and her mother gave her the perfect name Julia Shangri-la Lette. Her middle name meant heaven, and to Mary, she was an angel.

At that point she and her mother moved into a little home with only one bedroom. Mary was very devoted to her daughter, staying up all hours of the night if she ever even caught a cold. It was Julia's fifth birthday when she first figured out something was wrong. Her mother disappeared for a few hours and came back with new bruises. She had lied to Julia than but she later found out the truth. Her mother had gone to meet up with her father and this had been the end result. This continued to happen at least once a month and when Julia turned nine she took a stand. She wanted to meet her father, she wanted to hurt him. After all, look what he had done to her beloved mother! Her mom refused though. She never even told her his name so there was no chance of ever finding him.

In school there were plenty of boys who thought she was was quite pretty but some of them never dared to talk to her because of how different she was. Beginning in the fifth grade, all through the rest of her school years, she wore a spiked dog collar. She was labeled to many things to count, including goth, but it never stopped her. Everyday she held her head high and marched righton through the halls. A lot of the students feared her, but there was always someone a little more daring. In the seventh grade she met a boy named Jacob. She never really let anyone close to her but they became fuck buddies to some degree. She's always been the curious type and sex was no different. Once she experienced it, she couldn't get enough. It was her own, personal drug.

Of course her mother didn't know about any of that, she was an innocent angel in her eyes. But than came the day, in her freshman year at high school, that she was raped. She'd come to school somewhat buzzed that morning and a teacher, some good twenty years older than her, raped her. She hates to remember the details and tends to block this part of her life out. That didn't change her sex drive, oh no not at all. If anything, it fueled her more for some reason. She thought for a long time but couldn't figure out why. Either way, she would always be hooked, and she always avoided love. She didn't want to end up like dear old mom after all. No way no how, no man or women could have her heart.

Which brings us to her junior year. She's already experimented a bit with girls but she was full on Bi at this point. She would have been labeled a slut if so many of them weren't afraid of her. She didn't mind being talked about though, her name must taste pretty damn good if they wanted to gossip so much. This was also the year she lost her mother though. This was hard for her and though she tries not to remember, she does. Her mother had gone off to see her father like usual, only this time she got a call. It was a man's voice and he seemed to be laughing. It was her father, he told her how much he hated her, how he killed her mother, every gory detail and she screamed. She completely fell to the ground in shock. The police found the body and there was a small funeral. From that moment on, she swore she'd get back at him someday... Only thing is, she was reckless, she was driving, drunk of course and was hit by a speeding car. Most people think the end at this point but something happened. She felt teeth sink into her soft, human skin and walla the burning began until three days later she was all vampire. Her life as a vampire has been fairly dull. Yes she killed a few people, especially in her attempts for sex but since she had learned to control herself as well as her thirst, living only on animal blood.

RP SAMPLE:

The she-cat's bright eyes widened in disbelief as the Thunderclan deputy struck Furysprig. At first she was in shock, unable to think quite clearly. At first the words that popped in her mind were 'the truce!' But as soon as she looked at the two tom's anger began to boil in her chest. He attacked Furysprig! He attacked the cat she loved above all else! Pebblemist clutched the ground with her claws, yowling in outrage. Now she can say she had exactly respected Riptalon before, but she had never seen him as one to start a fight at the gathering! Her mind was whirling as she sat there, faced with the fact that she could do nothing else. If she succumbed to their level, well surely all hell would break lose. A medicine cat, fighting at a gathering? Now what would that show, what would that look like? Especially if anyone noticed how attached she seemed to be to her leader.. That could not go over well. So instead of racing forward to strike out at a feline, she sat, tail tip twitching, her fangs bared slightly and flames burning in her normally calm eyes. She'd admit, when it came to battle she had a bit of a temper if only because she was so passionate about protecting those she loved. Of course she knew Furysprig could hold his own, he could protect himself just fine, but her heart still burned. She couldn't help how extreme her emotions were.

Her ears flickered and than flattened against her head as she listened to Riptalon's words. How dare he insult her leader, her clan! She couldn't understand what had pushed him to say such cruel words but they had built more madness in her than had already been there. She wanted to yowl out, she wanted to strike the idiotic tom in his callous face. He's not worth it, she told herself, he's the one with the pompus leader who's too proud to admit defeat, to proud and to weak. A growl rippled through her throat, and though she knew her apprentice might find her rage... odd, she just couldn't hold it back.

Another surprise seemed to be in store though. Ficklestar had pushed himself between the two quarreling toms. At least he has sense! She though to herself. She couldn't say she respected Windclan after her fight with their cowardly deputy, Runningclaw but Ficklestar seemed like a good leader, even if he had united powers with Thunderclan against them. She had no real problem with him. Her fights were with Thunderclan's leader and deputy as well as Windclan's deputy. Now you can imagine since she hated Runningclaw as it was, how much more she hated him after he butted in. But that was yet to come. Her anger died for just a moment as she watched, fozen to place, as Ficklestar passed out and fell from the great rock. Oh no! Her mind as swimming, and a silent scream parted her jaws. He couldn't possibly make it through that fall...Starclan help him! She prayed as she stood there, staring at the tortoiseshell tom's unmoving body. She had to help! Pebblemist rushed forward but was stopped dead in her tracks by Runningclaw's words. Just as soon as he was done, her leader, Furysprig responded with full force. A slight smile washed over her as she listened to him. She knew that he would lead her clan well, and not only because she loved him. He had shown how much Riverclan meant right than and there.

Pebblemist wasn't done with her rage yet though. Fire still burned in her bright eyes and she shoved past Runningclaw with brute force. “How dare you! You were but a coward in battle you piece of fox-dung! You've done nothing but say foolish words tonight, do you think if all we had was pride to fight for we'd have asked for help? We are stronger than you'll ever be.” She snarled at the tom as she finished, whipping her tail back and forth before he turned away and over to Ficklestar, barely hearing Furysprig's words about her helping the tom. She nodded her head quickly and bent over the fallen leader to see what could be done.

The tiny she-cat tried not to move the Windclan leader too much but she had to be sure he wasn't bleeding much and that his head was alright. Of course she hadn't really planned on there being a fight that night so she had no supplies with her. There had to be cobwebs around there somewhere though. Pebblemist sighed,continuing on with her check. His heart seemed to have stopped beating though... Horror killed the rage burning in the depth of her her eyes. Ficklestar, had lost a life. She backed away for a moment, still shocked by what she was seeing. This had all gone much too far... oh my, she mused silently, staring up at the other leaders with teary eyes. “He...He's lost a life.” Pebblemist hung her head for a moment. Where was her apprentice? She needed his help...where was Honeyleaf? She shook her head, “Riverpaw! He's bleeding, I need you to find cobwebs!” She had to make sure he didn't lose more than one life that night, which meant she had to play on the safe side. The bleeding would most likely stop on its own soon enough, but it was his head... she had to be sure.

Her mind wouldn't stop screaming at her. Maybe it was her fault he was losing a life? Maybe if she'd been just a little bit faster.... No! She yelled at herself silently, it was NOT her fault. Ficklestar's medicine cat should have been there? Where was that tom? He was supposed to be looking after his clan, but she had yet to catch sight of him. Pebblemist suppressed any more anger, she had to take care of the fallen leader. Why was it, she felt like she was the only medicine cat there though? Honeyleaf was around, somewhere. Silverlight, well she hadn't seen her either. Fogpaw, hadn't she caught sight of him?.

( ALL ABOUT YOU !

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YOUR NAME: kitty
AGE: 16
TIMEZONE: uhm not sure really
EXPERIENCE: 4-5 years
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