Post by Dream on Apr 10, 2007 21:05:37 GMT
Name: Noelle Smith
Appearance Age: Late teens-Early 20s
True Age: 18
Physical Appearance: Brown, slightly wavy hair. Hazel eyes. Brown wire-rim glasses. Medium height and weight. Slightly bookish, but nothing truly exceptional. Usually seen in her nurse's uniform with a scarf tied around her neck.
Weapons: Her fangs. Hospital security is too tight for anything else. Besides, even if she could carry a shot gun or a sword or something, she wouldn't know how to use it. Noelle never cared much for fighting.
Personality: Noelle has learned that it is better to keep all of her feelings and passions to herself. She does not trust easily. In fact, she prefers to avoid any kind of connections. Less chance of being hurt that way. She often comes across as distant. Noelle wants to believe in some good in her world, but she isn't willing to risk her heart on that belief. She doesn't believe in feeding directly off of mortals, preferring to sneak her blood from the hospital's supply. Noelle does not feed on a full moon.
History: Noelle's mother was a demon. Her older sisters were demons. They all had magical powers and beautiful features and demonic forms that looked something like a giant spider. Noelle was different. No matter how hard she tried, she could never shift into her demonic form or work much magic. She figured out how to make herself nearly invisible in a crowded or dark area, but that was about it. Noelle never thought much of it, but as it turned out, her mother did.
She was fifteen when it happened. She was in her room in bed with her window open. It was a full moon that night. Her mother came in and turned her. Just like that. Noelle felt every moment of it. And then her mother changed her, made her look older, and sent her on her way, all in the dead of night. No words. Noelle hadn't even known her mother was a vampire. She supposed her father must have been one too.
Magic was slippery, especially on full moon nights. For the first few full moons after the Turning, Noelle slipped back and forth from her normal form to the form of the child she had been as she Turned, wound still fresh upon her neck. Which was a great deal of the reason she never ate on full moons. A touch of her neck would send her back to that horrible night, pain and all. Noelle was not cruel or removed enough to inflect that sort of pain upon another.
Appearance Age: Late teens-Early 20s
True Age: 18
Physical Appearance: Brown, slightly wavy hair. Hazel eyes. Brown wire-rim glasses. Medium height and weight. Slightly bookish, but nothing truly exceptional. Usually seen in her nurse's uniform with a scarf tied around her neck.
Weapons: Her fangs. Hospital security is too tight for anything else. Besides, even if she could carry a shot gun or a sword or something, she wouldn't know how to use it. Noelle never cared much for fighting.
Personality: Noelle has learned that it is better to keep all of her feelings and passions to herself. She does not trust easily. In fact, she prefers to avoid any kind of connections. Less chance of being hurt that way. She often comes across as distant. Noelle wants to believe in some good in her world, but she isn't willing to risk her heart on that belief. She doesn't believe in feeding directly off of mortals, preferring to sneak her blood from the hospital's supply. Noelle does not feed on a full moon.
History: Noelle's mother was a demon. Her older sisters were demons. They all had magical powers and beautiful features and demonic forms that looked something like a giant spider. Noelle was different. No matter how hard she tried, she could never shift into her demonic form or work much magic. She figured out how to make herself nearly invisible in a crowded or dark area, but that was about it. Noelle never thought much of it, but as it turned out, her mother did.
She was fifteen when it happened. She was in her room in bed with her window open. It was a full moon that night. Her mother came in and turned her. Just like that. Noelle felt every moment of it. And then her mother changed her, made her look older, and sent her on her way, all in the dead of night. No words. Noelle hadn't even known her mother was a vampire. She supposed her father must have been one too.
Magic was slippery, especially on full moon nights. For the first few full moons after the Turning, Noelle slipped back and forth from her normal form to the form of the child she had been as she Turned, wound still fresh upon her neck. Which was a great deal of the reason she never ate on full moons. A touch of her neck would send her back to that horrible night, pain and all. Noelle was not cruel or removed enough to inflect that sort of pain upon another.