Post by †Tempting.Grace† on Jun 28, 2007 23:42:38 GMT -5
Name: These days, I go by Grace Aveline Bontecou
Age: Not a day over ninety-seven (though I suppose I look closer to the age I... er... 'died' which would be seventeen).
Gender: Undoubtably female.
Type: Vampire, though I prefer the more playful--'creature-of-the-night.'
Appearence: My hair is dark brown and hopelessly curly, reaching only to my shoulders. My eyes, which were once gold-flecked green in my... uh... youth... are now golden--most of the time. When hungry, well, black tends to taint the gold, contrasting greatly against my pale face... I'm often hungry lately.
Eye color: Oops... Suppose I got ahead of m'self here. They're gold, usually. Sometimes black when I'm hungry... but then, that can't be helped until I've... fed.
Personality: I'm usually calm and quiet, and my face is often serious, though I joke often. I find joy in the simplest of things--like not killing a mortal in my path whilest I am in a very volatile mood--and I love the simple intricacies of mankind, from its ever-changing technology, to its emotion and imagination... I am forever surprised by how alike and yet how different it is from the time I was young and new.
History: I was born in France--closer to the time of the Revolutionary War here in the U.S. of A., than to the time of the Berlin Wall being torn down, as most seventeen year-olds are now. In a small town on the edge of Paris, I worked on my father's farm, and then, when I was lucky enough to be sent to my aunt's bar and inn, I worked there as a serving-girl. I was well-liked by most of the men in town, and they would wave to me as I passed on my way home from the inn, smiling from atop their slope-backed steeds, their eyes alight with things even a girl of my age could not name.
One late night, when my aunt, Fresca, and I were the only ones at the inn, and it had been busy all day, I walked home alone--to Fresca's great protest--and met someone... curious.
A man, this curious fellow was, draped in a riding-cloak and atop a mud-covered, droop-necked brown stallion, his mane and tail ragged with burrs. The man was slightly huddled over the stallion's skull, swaying in the saddle with every step the tired horse took. I thought certainly that the man would collapse, and worried, I sped up so that I was walking alongside the horse and rider, putting my hand out to steady the beast and grab his bridal.
"Are you well?" I remember asking the man, and he turned to me... I gasped, and jumped back, dropping my book--a christian bible, ironic as it would come to be later--and that day's pay and tips so that they fell to the dirt. I tripped over my skirts as I attempted to get off the road, and the man on the horse pulled at his reins. The horse turned, and followed me, and the man's red eyes grew narrower as he sniffed the air like a dog... He jumped from the horse's back and the horse immediately stopped, like a loyal and well-trained mount. The man stared hungrily at me, and I fell backwards onto my rump, my scream caught in my throat.
"You ask I am well? Depends." The man said in broken French, in a dialect I did not recognize. Then, the man knelt down before me, and as I stared into his terrible eyes, I realized that I could not move. I barely even breathed. He put out a hand and stroked a brown curl from my face, and I felt my innards tremble with the icy chill of his touch. He studied me for a long moment, and I could see something in him tense... As if he was having difficulty keeping control. I bit my lip and finally was able to close my eyes, feeling my heart clench with dread. I expected the man wished ravage me, and then throw my broken body into a ditch somewhere... Yet, what he did next, took me utterly by surprise.
The next thing I felt was a sharpness at my neck, and then... Ow! But the sharpness died away, leaving a numbing sensation that spread throughout my body. Again, I could not move, but all the while, I could hear a sucking sound that was both revolting and confusing... My mind was filled with conflicting thoughts, and I felt as though I would faint... Then, he pulled away, snarling silently, his nose wrinkling, and his fangs still extended. He backed up so fast that I saw him stumble, but he quickly picked himself up and grabbed his startled horse's reins suddenly. He mounted the horse and kicked it sharply, and the beast half-reared before it finally broke off down the road at a full-gallop. I would see him again, though it would be many years later...
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Two nights went by after the man had bitten me, and I felt myself changing. Some type of poison was within me, spreading through my blood, and all the while I had no knowledge of it. Then, it was too late...
There was no one there to teach me when I first became a Vampire. I didn't even know what a Vampire really was. I had always believed the legends and myths that were told by the people in our small town, and most of it (I found out later, through much trial and error) was entirely false. But I did learn. I never went back to my family after the third night--I simply left a note for my mother and father on the kitchen table, and slipped one into the mail-slot at my aunt's inn. The notes simply said that I had met a man and that we were going off to Paris to get married, and that I would probably not get to see them to say goodbye, and that I was sorry for that, but I hoped they would understand. Then, I stole a horse from the barn, rode about twelve miles from my father's farm, and turned the horse loose to walk and hitchhike the rest of the way on my own.
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In the time since my immortality began, I have held millions of different jobs, and spoken several different languages. I have been all over Europe and Asia, and recently (as in, within the last 20 years) moved to the great U.S. of A. The United States is quite different from any place I've ever been--both the people, and the culture are intriguing. Because of this, I hope to stay for a long time... As long as no one finds out my secret, of course. This is why I often go to smaller towns, with a lot less people. Forks is just such a place, and I believe it's a nice town that I may just live in peacefully. Or, at least, that's the plan...
Other: A rather new character of mine, she has been on one other Twilight site before. She used to be a werewolf XD But I loved playing her so much, I decided to switch it up a bit to make her that more interesting... I hope I've succeeded!
EDIT: I forgot to add this... She has, in the past, taken humans to feed on, but currently 'eats' only animals. She discovered this way of keeping her hunger in-check only recently, and still has not fully mastered its art--but she's trying. As she sees people more as friends and not food, she has succeeded so far--but there's always the possibility that a human boy will tempt her, though it hasn't happened in the last decade.
EDITEDIT: XD I hope this is alright, but if not I'll change it back--I simply changed the color-change of her eyes from red to black, as per the Twilight series states... Again, if this is not suitable, I will immediately change it back to suit the administrators
Thank you for your patience! ^^;
