RP Sample:

        Cat arose from her black sheeted bed to feel the burning growing inside of her. Her throat was tight and her hands were itching. She knew her eyes were a crimson color, matching the desire she felt. She dressed quickly in black jeans, boots, a burgundy halter, and her favorite fitted black trench. As she exited her apartment, she threw her hood up to cover her eyes. As she flew down the one flight of stairs she could hear the music thumping from the club next door. This club was where she would find her next meal. She entered the alley next to the club and waited by the back door. A young man was standing in the door way, laughing with another male and female. His breath filled the air around him with the smell of alcohol and cigarettes. Cat smirked at the thought of how easy this would be, walking up closely behind him.
She leaned forward and purred in his ear, “Pardon me..”
He turned quickly, coming face to face with her. Her eyes were shadowed by the hood and the night sky, but her smile caught his attention. He closed his eyes and staggered a bit from shock before smiling.
“Well…hellooo” he crooned, “how can I….help you?” he dragged his sentences out, slurring words.
“I live around the corner at the end of this alley. I was wondering if you would walk me? You never know who you’ll find in a dark alley…” she whispered and smiled, fidgeting her fingers for added effect.
He straightened up and pulled on his shirt, trying to show courage, “Of course. I couldn’t stand to think of a man having his way with you in the dark like that…” He gleamed and winked to his friends.
She smiled and winked at him, heading past the door towards the end of the alley. He tried to follow quickly obviously not aware that the only way out of this alley was up the building.
“Hey! Beautiful! Slow down! You wouldn’t want to lose your knight would you?” he teased, but it was too late. Cat had disappeared into the darkness, quietly waiting for him to approach her. As he entered the alley deeper, he walked right past her and she slipped behind him. She quickly jumped and kicked him in the back of the head. He fell face forward with a grunt and she picked him up, throwing him over her shoulder.

    She sat in a chair at a desk in her apartment and listened. The young man’s breathing quickened along with his heartbeat. The chains that were holding him to the wall rattled as the young man tried to yell through his gag. She stood quietly and turned to him smiling.
“Don’t be frightened…” she purred, “I told you never know who you’ll find in a dark alley…”
She raised her arm flicking her fingers into the air and a knife from the desk lifted into the air. The man’s eyes grew wider as the knife slowly floated towards him. She kept her hand in the air and walked towards him. She pointed her finger and pretended to draw an invisible line as the knife cut open his shirt. A tear escaped down his cheek and he gasped as she flashed in front of his face, licking the tear away. Cat grabbed the knife from the air and stared into his eyes as she cut a line down the center of his chest. He yelled into the gag, squeezing his eyes shut. She giggled and licked at the wound, purring at the taste. She stood up and bit into his neck, tearing at the skin. The blood gushed down his chest and hers. She swallowed quickly before stepping back and shoving the knife into his gut. She felt it slip through like butter as he cried out more, before his dropped to the side. He had blacked out quickly from shock and she frowned.
“So weak…never any fun…” She whispered before finishing off the rest of the blood pouring from his neck.

Your name: Rebecca
Your email address: twstd_kittie@yahoo.com
Your aim or yahoo sn (specify): aim: lilangelicktty -- yahoo: twstd_kittie
Your ooc journal: twstd_kittie
In Character journal: darkstshdow

 

Character Name: Catriona "Cat"
PB: Angelina Jolie
Age: 200 yrs
Gender: Female
Birth Place: Clare, Ireland (outskirts of Galway)
Species: Vampire
Sexual Orientation: bi

 

Physical Description: fragile looking at first, but her looks can be deceiving. Medium length hair, two inches past her shoulders. Pale complexion.
Eye Color: light brown with hints of crimson
Hair Color: brown
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 150lbs?? (not very good at height and weight proportion)
Scars: one three inch scar on the top of her head
Piercings: just ears
Tattoos: red and black phoenix on her lower back

Likes: knives, boots, that amazing feeling you get when you're on top of the world and you know you look you're best
Dislikes: perkiness, sunlight, people who try to get in her way
Obsessions: teasing, moonlight, her blood games.
Friends: none at the moment
Enemies: none yet
Love Interest: none
Pets: none

 

History (from the beginning to now; assume we don't know anything about your character, other than what you've already provided above):

             Catriona was born in Clare, Ireland, two hundred years ago. As she was growing up things would fall around her and move when she was angry or upset. At the age of 17 she finally divulged to her parents that she had learned that she could move things with her thoughts. She told them not to be frightened that she had learned how to control it now. Unfortunately after she went to bed that evening her father went to see a doctor. The next morning when she awoke her family was sitting downstairs, waiting for her. A doctor was sitting with them and he tried to calmly talk to her and explain the situation. She didn’t understand and got upset. That’s when more men came into the room and restrained her. As they carried her outside her mother cried and the doctor tried to soothe her family. They put her in a dark room in a hospital. It was empty. Cold. At first they didn’t know what to do with her. For a year she sat in darkness, crying, wondering what she had done wrong. The following months after that were torture for her. They started the tests out simple. Asking her to move things, but she refused. It had put her in the hospital and she didn’t wish to make things worse. One evening they tied her down and rolled her into a big open room. There were men sitting in a balcony above her, circling the room. Her eyes welled up with tears as she heard one of the doctors talking. He was explaining her case. They shaved her head and started to cut at her scalp when she lost her temper. The tools around her started to shake, clattering against the tables. The doctors backed away from her slowly as the ties around her limbs came lose. As she climbed off the table they went to restrain her again and that’s when things turned ugly. As the blood dripped down the back of her head, she sent knives flying through the room, pinning doctors to the walls. She left the room quickly and quietly, tears falling from her cheeks. She hit the cold night air and ran. She ran until her legs stopped burning. When she finally collapsed by a river, she realized someone had followed her. This was the evening the scared little girl died. The vampire was sitting in the balcony in the hospital and followed her as she left. He saw potential in her. To prove her potential when she awoke into her new life, she killed him after he gave her what knowledge she needed to survive. For many years she lived alone and saw as many places as possible. She started hearing talk of the happenings in California. She felt a need and desire, almost a pull towards the small town. Now she arrives at Sunnydale looking for answers and curious about what the future holds.

 

Talents: telekinesis
Strengths: her vampirism, her mental abilities, ability to be alone and not connected to anyone.
Weaknesses: to be alone and not connected to anyone.