Angelique Raven Dawson

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Hi, my name is Katie and I've been doing my thing for 1 or 2 years.
Other than this character, my favorite character is no other yet(If you have another character you can leave the rp sample blank saying See "this character")

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My Name is Angelique Raven Dawson
I go into the Ladies' bathroom.
Don't tell anyone, but I'm a Vampire
and there are 19 candles on my birthday cake.
But really I'm 71 (Vampires only)

If I were to describe the way I look.... Angelique hair usually hangs in loose golden curls past her shoulders. Her eyes are coppery. Her copper eyes, framed by luscious long lashes, have an oriental hint to them and look almost cat like. Makeup is kept to a minimum with some mascara and a little blusher but on occasion she will put on a cherry red lipstick. She would describe her lips as her best and pouts none stop.

Some people say I look like Scarlett Johansson
I'm about 5”8 tall.
My clothes are totally awesome. They are like... Her clothes vary depending on her mood but usually involve a short dress or skirt. Angelique is not fond of jeans for many reasons so it is a rarity to see her in them or any trousers for that matter. She would like to think she has perfect legs and she’s not afraid to show them off. Of course she only dresses in designer and like any other woman has a particular love for shoes. No matter what year, decade or century Angelique will be up to date with fashion.

Of all of the things that I could say about myself, the insides count. So here's the real me... Angelique was a happy go lucky adventurous loving and sweet young girl with all the promise of life ahead of her but that changed the day she turned. Since her “death” Angelique has become sarcastic and unpredictable often leaving mid conversation with out warning. She finds it hard to trust others other than her family and if she did not have such a silky voice could come across quite rude. When she wants to be she is really quite charming but one cant be sure if she is putting it on or not.

Deep down, once Angelique has lifted the spiteful, self centred wall that she hides behind, she is really quite sensitive and loving. She loves being the centre of attention and is a natural show off. She is not the best shoulder to cry on and the worst one for advice. When she does give advice it usually does not help in the slightest. She is quite a distracted person and often has to be snapped out of her day dreams. She looses interest in things quickly which makes it hard to keep her attention.

I love Music
family
Unity and loyalty
Surprises of the good kind
The smell of damp pine trees
Dusk
The adrenaline that comes with risking your life
Long walks
Rain
A nice smile

and I hate Small talk
Being left alone for long periods of time
Not getting her own way
Solitude
The smell of Fish
Heat waves
Being looked down on
Crying babies
Tourists .
I'm totally afraid of Losing her family and being the last one left living and being deserted or out cast by them. Also Angelique is petrified of moths and butterflies and will scream like a little girl if one comes near

I was born in HOMETOWN
But now I live in FORKS
My daddy dearest is Hubert deceased
My darling mother is Carol deceased
And then there's my siblings Tabitha deceased and Nancy still living and is 93
Oh I might as well tell you everything.... Angelique early human life was nothing exciting. She was the youngest of 3 sisters and the least pretty of the three. Her mother was a big believer in marrying well meaning marry a man with plenty of money and continue to climb up the social ladder. Her father was a quieter man but with an awful temper. Hubert was not a big part of his daughter’s lives until they where a bit older and his wife began to talking about suitable matches for them. Nancy and Tabitha found matches quickly and though Angelique was much younger her mother began to look for a possible husband for her when she was only 13.

Angelique never liked the idea of marriage she enjoyed the freedom and attention that came with being a single woman at a ball. She would dance with every one and anyone and was known for being quite the party girl in her time. Her mother however did not approve of her behaviour and it was not long before a marriage was arranged. The young man was the son of a her fathers boss and the marriage would surely help in her fathers poor law career.

Angelique was horrified and felt completely betrayed by her family. Both her sisters had been allowed a say in whom they married yet Angelique was being forced in to it unwillingly. It was a short lived engagement. 3 weeks after it had been announced Angelique made arrangements to travel to her aunts house where she would make a living as a governess. It was on her journey that she ran in to a beautiful and charming young man with pearly white skin. That was the night she died. It had been to late for the carriage to journey on and a young pearly skinned young man had pointed her in the direction of an inn. On he way to her room she was ambushed and the last thing she remembers was a set of flashing white teeth. It is unknown how she escaped but Angelique has a sneaky suspicion that the carriage driver may have had something to do with it.

When Angelique came back to hersenses after god known how long. She found her self just out side a small village. Seeing no earthly reason she should not venture in to the village and feeling unbelievably thirsty Angelique set off. It only took her a few steps in to the village to discover that something was very wrong. There where old posters pined on shop windows. The poster was pinned on top of another poster. Angelique didn’t not even have to approach the window to see the dreadful headline “8 year old Jim Mason found dead south of Remways farm.” Angelique’s insides lurched as she recognised the boys smiling face in the picture below. The face of the boy she had killed only days before.

She fled from the area and out of the country. Wanting to get as far from the place as possible she jumped aboard a cruise ship and sailed for America. Only 2 short years after her arrival she ran in to a group of vampires. The Carson’s and her life was changed for ever. She learned that she did not have to kill and that one could life of the blood of animals. Angelique immediately changed to the new diet and has stuck with it ever since.

RP Sample:

The dark blue laced vest was thrown thoughtlessly to the corner of the small curtained changing room. The pile of rejected clothes was building up to form a knee high mountain of cloth. Shopping was a pain it, had been 220 years and she still hated the task never able to make up her mind what she wanted. The lace blue had been too tight on her hips and Creamy T looked to school girl. The rest of the abandoned clothes all had simpler problems and in the end Elena resorted to pulling her original shirt on. Another wasted trip she really had to stop being so fussy. Whilst pulling the curtain open with one fluid movement Elena took one last glance back and the neglected mound. It was a shame just to leave them all there but the shop was relatively empty so it would give the bored pimpled shop assistant something to do for the next 20 minuets.

Flicking her bag up on to her shoulder with incredible ease Elena headed for the door of the shop trying to keep her eyes off all the marked down sales, it would only lead to trouble and some unneeded stress. “Miss is there anything I can help you with today” Said the pimpled faces teen in an irritatingly nasal voice as Elena passed by her. Elena shook her head politely casing her hair to unhook from he hind her ear and fall to the side of her face like a curtain.

She reached the glass door and embarrassingly a fair hair girl attempted to open it from the other side. If Elena could blush she may have done as the girl glared threw the door at her. The fair haired girl pushed threw the door and past Elena with out a side words glance sending a cool breeze to fly in to Elena’s face and hair. A spasm went through her body like wild fire and the palms of Elena’s hand began to itch. Oh great just perfect. Elena scolded her self silently her eyes clamping shut. The sweet and slightly sour smell of the girls blood was flouting lazily in the air as the girl passed from rail to rail and then eventually to the changing cubicles. Thoughts begin to rush threw Elena’s mind. There where only two shop assistants in the shop and the music was on relatively loud so they would most likely not here a thing. Her hand absentmindedly flew out to the nearest t-shirt her fingers curling round the hanger tightly. With one quick step towards the changing rooms Elena opened her eyes.

“Would you like me to find that in your size? Oh sorry miss this is a mans top I don’t think it’ll fit you. I think it will look like a dress on you so if that’s what your in to … the whole guys top dress thing then im sure it would look great … miss?”

Elena loosened her grip on the hanger and forced a sweet smile to her face, handed the top to the assistant and heading to the door. The frenzy cleared..