Merrill Coven

Subject: Merrill Coven Tue Jul 20, 2010 7:15 am

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Merrill coven is probably the most laid back and peaceful of our three covens. They've constantly lived in towns for as long as they could without raising suspicion, and with the new law they are delighted their new home is already paid for.
The Merrill Coven was discovered in the late 1700's hundreds and has been under the same leader for the duration. They're all vampires who have decided that they didn't want to be monsters, and devoted themselves to vegetarian ways.
They get their blood from animals instead of humans.
The covens new house is shown both above and below. It is a quiet little house perfect to fit their small accommodations. (They don't like to have to many members because it draws attention.) It has two floors and many of the bedrooms can hold up to five at a time.
They pose as extended family living together while their parents are away. They are said to have other family in town keeping an eye on them as to not arise growing suspicion.

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Coven leader is Callum Silverblood

Rooms and Boarding
Who's roommates with who, and pretty much where we are located.

Second Floor:
Estella Reinhart & Hattie (Harriet) Elizabeth Maban
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Fernalice Ariane Sage & Thistle-Lucia Pike
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Cecil Rowan Sage & Matthew Pry
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Loretta Mae O'Mahony & Vivian Sinclair
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Callum Silverblood & Dustin Reinhart

Please post your Merrill member below.

Subject: Loretta Mae O'Manhony Tue Jul 20, 2010 8:29 am

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Full Name: Loretta Mae O'Manhony
Played by: Shinystraws (Fiona)
Real Age: Loretta was born May 21st 1833, being one hundred seventeen years old all together.
Looks: Loretta was changed at seventeen and still looks at the same age despite actually living one hundred and seventeen years.
Gender: Female
Species: Vampire
Appearance: Loretta has large deep green eyes, and long golden brown locks that reach down to the small of her back. She keeps her curled hair down most of the time parted down the center of her head. As for clothing and styles she prefers a clean cut look. So adores skirts and high socks, more vintage clothing she's collected over the years. She's never caught without her grandmothers golden locket and is always bundled having a fetish with getting cold oddly. She has a rather large collection of warm jackets and gloves, and takes great pride in them and her appearance though not often openly. She stands at a small five foot two inches, while alive she was often told she'd shoot up any time like her mother who was near six feet but she never got the chance to see if it were true.
Personality: Loretta is quieter more reserved polite and to herself, she'd often in deep thought on her past and it is no doubt she misses her family. She has many thoughts on things she feels important (which is an admittedly small number) but rarely shares them. Though despite staying to herself she isn't shy in the slightest; she has a rather good grasp on who she is a great sense of humor to keep her company. She just doesn't trust; doesn't always feel the value of socializing. Even the few who she has let in enough to talk to a tad, hardly know much about her herself because she keeps that guarded in her own mind. She'd rather have her camera at hand and be left to herself, because unless people have themselves proved worthy of her few smiles and laughs she isn't interested. Nor does she believe that'll ever change.
History: Loretta was born to a small Irish farmer and his wife. She lived which her grandparents few cousins and two little sisters, in a sense they were one big happy family. And is history corrected itself it may have been that they would have stayed that way. Loretta was born in 1833, and by the time she reached age twelve the Potato Famine was just starting. She has strong opinions on how the famine starting which you can imagine how they go; having been very close to her grandmother is was torture to see her die in front of her eyes at only thirteen. Even when she was shriveling away starving to death the pain of losing her family one by one was so much more. She was stumbling in a daze in the field when found by a recently changed vampire who attached her. Loretta didn't give up much a fight though she was ready to die ready to see her sisters again… her grandmother. But the vampire despite all that was going on wasn't there to kill her as she had thought. Instead it granted her immortal life a way away from the pain it had mistook for hunger. It was all to Loretta's shook the next morning when the feeling in the put of her stomach wasn't twisting and turning a cry for food but still and calm a new craving forming. She had felt stronger than she had in years, and she hadn't wanted any of it. She was in the midst of trying the best of self control to end her life when Merrill Coven ran upon her shaking her from her daze and bringing her along. She still wonders today if that cliff would've done it, she was in the midst of lost hope then it would've been easy. But now it would be impossible, it is along many of her regrets. Today she carries only a hint of her Irish accent something she worked hard to banish, too much of a reminder. But old habits die hard and in one of her few rants, or lighted debates where her words reach more than average it'll come out. Fully fledged and hard, a reminder of the past something she can't stand.

Subject: Hattie Elizabeth Maban Tue Jul 20, 2010 8:45 am

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Full name: Hattie (Harriet) Elizabeth Maban
Played by: Shinystraws (Fiona)
Real Age: Hattie was born September 6th 1421, living five hundred and eighty nine years.
Looks: Being bitten at five and a half years old, Hattie likes to say she resembles a six year old, and hates to be told otherwise.
Gender: Female
Species: Vampire
Appearance: Hattie is a five hundred and eighty nine year old vampire stuck in a six year old body. Her navy blue eyes can hint at the wisdom behind them, and the full set of adult teeth even more but other than that this little sweetheart appears very small. She stands at only three feet and six inches, and still only weighs in at the forty pounds. Though she never once tries to look near her true age. She wears lovely dress that she thinks makes her look like a doll. And loves all cute things baby doll tops and flush colors truly make her look like the perfect little child. She has a stretch of freckles across her nose the highlight of her face, and blond locks rest only inches from her shoulders. Overall viciously she plays her part well, cute young and innocent.
Personality: Unlike her cutsie outfits and need to look like a princess don't be mislead, Hattie is no fool. Five hundred and eighty five years old she has a full vocabulary and opinion that which includes almost everything under the sun. She smart and witty, and if it wins an argument will use her appearance to con you into seeing it her way. (Crying to be a good example, as it is her specialty.) Over all the things she's learned in her long life though is to have fun, (and it probably does help that she often still has a few six year old tendencies. Examples would be excitement over toys, dollies play, grounds.) She's constantly the one up to do anything and everything and hates it when people obsess over little details. Because when you've lived as long as she has even war's end eventually. She often telling people not to sass her she's old enough to be their grandmother's grandmother, and when it comes down to the tough times she can almost seem her age a strict old woman figure.
Past: Hattie was born to a rich high class family; she was spoiled and loved beyond compare. But in her little town of England it wasn't always the best to be so well off. Peasants and other's poorer were often in rebellion, and although she was merely a baby it ended up affecting her greatly. She doesn't remember the day herself, and the only reason she was told of her true past was because she did extensive research in later years of life. A revolt against her father was lead so extreme one night when she was barley five and a half that it sent her home on fire. Her mother and her inside, the house was falling around him it wasn't much of a surprise when one of the high beams fell from lack of support and killed her mother who was holding her baby. As she fell Hattie took a good blow in the head herself sending her into a bad coma, which was unknown for the most part of the time. They let her sit out a few weeks but she was still unconscious to them dead, she was prepared for burial when a vampire took mercy. He knew the young girl was still alive and tried his best to plead with the men to wait it out longer and when they refused he took her. He took her away and did everything in power to save the young lass. When he had to do what he thought was the only way out change her into one of his kind. He struggled to do it so young, but he didn't know any other way to save her he did not know what was wrong and in his eyes is was her only hope. He bit her an days after the transformation she opened her eyes, he brought her to the nearest coven her could find and made them promise to protect her. The unknown vampires choice was never questioned to her and she never regretted him for it. Not even five hundred years later.

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Full Name: Vivian Angela Sinclair
Played by: RiRi
Real Age: 99
Looks: 18
Gender: Female
Species: Vampire
Coven: Merrill
Appearance: Vivian, standing at 5' 6", looks like any other vampire with a pale ivory complexion. She has soft, brown eyes the color of milk chocolate, that give her a sort of quiet wisdom. When she looks at you, Vivian /really/ looks. Her eyes express a lot about her without her having to even say anything. She just seems to see straight through to your soul, wether you have one or not. Sometimes it's a bit uncomfortable, but Vivian never realizes it. She has thick black hair, a bit wavy and curling slightly at the ends which reach halfway down her back. Vivian's smile is kind, with cherry red lips but it shows a certain vulnerability about her. It's a kind, and true smile, but if you look, her smile doesn't quite reach her eyes. Maybe a slight pain lurks behind, but Vivian never tells. Often, Vivian is seen either reading, or playing the piano. She usually wears slightly flared dark blue jeans and a solid color top. She also wears a silver ring with a sapphire jewel on it and keeps the ring on a silver chain around her neck. Preferably, Vivian doesn't wear shoes. When she needs to, she wears black ballet flats.

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Personality: Vivian is an old soul. She is somewhat of a quiet girl, but her laugh is loud and ringing. Vivian came from a strict, noble family, so she sometimes may seem like a stuck up and condescending girl, but it's not her true nature. When first meeting a person, Vivian is sweet and kind, though sometimes when she personally feels like that person is better than her, she puts up a cold front, for lack of a better word. It's not that she immediately judges everyone she meets, but Vivian is a bit insecure. Still, when someon is in need of help, Vivian is one of the first people to step up to the plate to help. She loves children, as she had a little sister of her own. She often has a piece of candy in her pockets to give to someone, be it a human or vampire. She usually forgets that food doesn't really appeal to vampires. Again, Vivian is a sort of quiet person, though when she speaks, her voice is clear, and she works to get her point across. She speaks with a gentleness, and kindness that she inherited from her mother, who died when Vivian was the age of 9.

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Past: Vivian was born of a noble English family to Undine and Westley Sinclair. Vivian's life was good. She had maids to look after with two adoring parents who doted on her, rushing and dropping everything at Vivian's slightest wail. Vivian was spoiled as a child, and certainly acted spoiled. She was a nasty girl to her maids, often taking advantage of her parent's blindness. One day, all that changed. It was a normal day. Vivian was taking a bath and reading when all of a sudden, a terrible screaming came from downstairs. Vivian's maid came bursting in, apparently flustered. "Miss..." it was all the maid could say before Vivian came barrelling out of the bathroom, wrapped in her silk bathrobe. She skidded to a halt at the staircase, when Vivian saw black smoke billowing out of the downstairs. Vivian's little sister, Trinity could be heard screaming Vivian's name from the bottom of the staircase. Vivian panicked, and without thinking, Vivian darted straight down the stairs, her maid screaming after her. Vivian inhaled too much smoke that day. Her voice was permanantly damaged, and her little sister went blind at the age of 5. Vivian was 9.

As Vivian darted through with her sister clutching her hand, Vivian found her parents collapsed in the sitting room. Both sisters struggled to get their parents. They managed to get their father halfway out of the doorway. Vivian went back for Undine, but a dreading feeling creeped up her spine, telling her it was beyond late. Still, Vivian tugged her mother out, begging for her mother to live. Undine grasped her oldest daughter's hand, smiling gently. Vivian suddenly smiled too, her's mirroring her mother's. "You're a forgiving and kind person Vivie." Undine told her daughter. "I've seen how you treat Trinity as if it was your last day on Earth and you wanted to smother her. Treat others with that same respect, dear. You never know when someone will take them away from you." Vivian changed right then and there, accepting the silver sapphire ring her mother gave her. It was a promise to her mother, and she intended to keep it.

Vivian kept the ring, and forever since, Vivian has kept her promise, and it has become her true nature to care for others. One day, her mother's statement came true. A vampire named Narcissa came, attacking everybody in Vivian's household. Vivian was out on a ride with her draft horse, Pegasus and found her home in smithereens once again. Heartbroken, Vivian made the mistake of running in and finding Narcissa having her father and little sister for lunch and desert. Narcissa turned to Vivian, pouncing. Vivian was saved by Pegasus who didn't kill, but certainly packed a huge punch and injured the vampire badly. Vivian was left, gasping on the ground. Pegausu came back. Vivian realized she had no choice but to take Pegasus as food. The strange thing was that Pegasus didn't mind. It seemed he knew he would be sent to slaughterhouse anyways. It was bittersweet, but for Vivian, being transformed into a strong vampire, she buried her family respectfully along with Pegasus.

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The white cat that took a liking to Vivian. He is a smart cat and keeps away from Matthew when he's around the coven.

Subject: Re: Merrill Coven Thu Jul 22, 2010 12:53 am

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Character Name: Callum Silverblood
Played by: Panda_pals
Real Age: 108 Was born on November 9th, 1902
Looks: 19
Gender: Male
Species: Vampire

Appearance: Callum (or Cal) has long blonde hair, and dark eyes. His hair is a nice golden color, and they fall to his shoulders almost. His eyes seem somewhat souless and cold, though deep down his looks aren't his personality. He is very tall; 6'6" exactly. Callum is lean and fit, toned yet not too muscular. His skin is pale, the blood having been drained away years agao. Callum often times has this wondering, innocent look on his face. He never seems to look anyone straight in the eyes anymore, and he seems to have problems with touching. (don't touch him unless you're a kid) Callum's posture tells alot about him. He's often seen looking at the floor or mearly straight ahead. he's is /never/ holding his head high. He tends to walk with his hands in his pockets, and wears regular, yet conservative clothing (somewhat). He wears tshirts when other boys are wearing tshirts, and he always wears pants. Shorts are an occasional thing for him, usually he only wears them if it's supposed to be really hot. Often tme he dresses in a button down collared shirt and jeans.

Personality: Callum is someone kids /love/, whether they're 'old' or 'young'. Childeren love him. He's very slow when moving around childeren and animals, therefore they seem to like him alot since he doesn't startle them. Though his heart stopped beating years and years ago, that doesn't mean he doesn't have one. (scientifically, he has none, soulfully, he does) He is the kindest person you'll ever meet once you get to know him. He tends to stay away from people as much as possible, unless he's really thirsty or needs help with something. He is very caring, sympathetic, and a good listener. If you have issues, problems, or stories you'd like to tell, he's always the one to talk to. He rarely gives advice, since he has none, but as you speak he will give you his undivided attention. He'll look at you with these innocent eyes filled with wonder. Many people seem to think he's a freak, a loner, an emo. None of that really applies to him. He is, indeed, a loner, but this is mostly because the people he trusted so much were the ones that killed him. Inside, he will always think nice things. If it's bad, he won't say a word to you about it. He is known for being so sweet and gentlemanly, though often times his awkward presense is unwanted.

Past: Callum was born and raised in a small house, as the youngest of 2. His older brother was always an idol to him, his parents were kind and as sweet as he is now. One night a vampire named Vira broke into his house. She was a ravenous woman, and didn't like to hide herself. Upon breaking in, she killed everyone, licking up their blood in pleasure. Callum, was the only one left. He came downstairs in his baby footy pajamas, wondering what the noise was, when he saw the scene laid out before him. He became tramatized and the vampire woman, Vira, left him alone. Since then, he has hated vampires deep within himself. Even so, upon meeting a woman as soon as he turned 19, he fell in love with her, which was soon his downfall. She used him and licked up most of his blood, only to leave him in the streets to turn into a vampire. As soon as he turned, he became afraid of everyting, and of himself. He has never openly trusted anyone since, and he tried to look for someone to help him. On his way to look, he found Vira. Mercilessly, he killed her, and soon regretted it afterwards. Once he found his coven, he was set.

Relationship status: Single.
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Posts : 494 Join date : 2010-07-21 Age : 30

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Character Name: Thistle Lucia Pike
Played by: RiRi
Real Age: 140
Looks: 5-6
Gender: Female
Species: Vampire
Coven: Merrill

Appearance: Thistle is a small girl, no more than 3' 6", with thick strawberry waves halfway down her back. With plump lips stained by what appear to be cherries, Thistle appears a bright, bouncy and enthusiastic girl. She's got a sweet, endearing plump face, with deep honey brown eyes and a pale complexion like china. Thistle appears as a small, innocent girl, especially as she is often seen wearing flower print sundresses and Mary Jane shoes with ruffle socks. At night, she tends to wear a small silk nightgown, sleeping with her favorite stuffed bunny that her father made her. It's one of the most valuable of her possessions.

Personality: Even as a child, Thistle was a smart girl, with a bright smile and ringing laugh. She worried about her parents just as much as they worried about her.
Figuring this small girl has lived as long as she has, one would think Thistle would be a solemn, wise and quiet girl, having seen almost all she can take of the world. Think not - - this young lady is most often seen bounding after her favorite people with sparkling eyes, hair flying, curls bouncing excitedly, all a whirlwind of firey energy. Despite her name, she's an optimistic and funny girl, looking for any opprotunity to make someone laugh. Sometimes she can be a bit of ditz, and a little overconfident which gives her a bit of trouble. As endearing as she tries to be, Thistle sometimes doesn't see the big picture, and can seem annoying at times.

Past: Thistle had a quiet life- a good life. Her father was the village toymaker, and her mother was the local seamstress. Everything was peaceful in the village. Thistle was born ill, and was always treated with care. Although sick, she was a determined little girl, screaming whenever she didn't get what she wanted. It wasn't that she yelled when she didn't get something she wanted like a toy, or new dress, but when Thistle knew somehthing was wrong, she fought like mad for it, sometimes even physically. A few of the village boys one day were crowded in a corner, laughing their heads off and poking something with a stick. Thistle, age 4 at the time immediately let go of her governess's hand and darted over to the corner. Thistle's governess at the time, Maria was dismayed at what happened next, and could only watch. It was as if someone had pulled a trigger, and Thistle was in a rage, screaming at an amazingly high decible, snatching the sticks from the boys and rapping them on the forearms. The boys first ran, but the next thing, Thistle was missing...gone. When asked, Maria would say she'd never known who Thistle was protecting, but nobody bad ever seen Thistle that angry before. Thistle turned up that night, obviously way past curfew. She appeared unharmed, though dazed and confused. No matter how hard they tried, no one could figure out what was wrong with the small redhead. Thistle had run To the park, the small animal in her arms, covered in blood. Thistle still didn't have a clue what it was, but that was when she came across a man, tall who smiled at her. All of a sudden, Thistle had woken up on the streets, unharmed. The only strange thing was that Thistle appeared to be cured of any illnesses that had once ailed her. It didn't take long for Thistle to figure out what had happened. She left her family, heartbroken, but making an ultimate choice to start a new life, rather than to put her family in danger. As Thistle moved on, she began to take animals as food. She tried humans, but she honestly said ice cream tasted better.

Subject: Cecil Rowan Sage Thu Jul 22, 2010 4:03 am

cecil- taciturn gentleman

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at home we sleep and wait to leave; upside down we dream.

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Played by: Ferretleaf (Sunny)
Name: Cecil Rowan Sage
Real age: He was born on August 25th 1760, making him two hundred and fifty years old.
Looks: Eighteen
Gender: Male
Species: Vampire
Current Coven: Merrill
Face claim: Thomas Sangster
Relationship status: "Hmmm?"

Appearance

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He stands at five feet, nine inches and likes to consider himself tall. His hair is a golden brown color and normally looks as though it's been recently ruffled by someone. Well, originally it was dirty blonde color and he chose to bleach it for reasons unknown to everyone but him. His eyes are a dark chocolate brown, almost black, and contrasts well with his hair. His bleached hair. Cecil is not muscular and he is actually quite thin, but his long legs give him an advantage in speed.

He comes across as your typical quiet boy and occasionally gives out an aura warning you to stay away from him when he's not in a good mood. It's never easy reading him like a book because he always appears bored and not many people can tell whether he's in a good mood not. He is often seen daydreaming or reading a book and talking to him in these conditions will only result in a grunt in reply or a string of French words that'll leave you confused unless you know French, and gives him an opportunity slip away.

Personality

Cecil is not the type that likes to party, likes to talk, or engage in any outdoor activities. He talks when he wants to talk and plays when he wants to play. In other words, he's close to being a taciturn person. He prefers locking himself away in his room, reading, and will not come out until someone calls him. Yes, he can be mean, sarcastic, and even rude around people but this only happens when he meets someone that he dislikes or when he's in a bad mood. He comes across as quiet and thoughtful, engaging in conversation once in a while and never hesitates to voice out his opinions. He can switch between his English and American accent, but sometimes he likes sticking with his English accent just to annoy others. People might drag him out to play soccer with them, but Cecil is more than happy to sit down and watch TV instead. He is really close to his adopted sister, Fernalice, and is often seen with her, hovering around her just like any protective brother would. He plays the flute, and only does it when he makes sure no one's around and was able to hear him. He has recently taken up guitar and is currently contemplating on taking up piano as well.

His habits, moods, and idiosyncrasies are difficult to interpret because he never really shows emotion the whole time. So far, the only person who can read him like a book is Fern and in that time, both of them had developed a way to send messages to each other without speaking (through the shifting of feet, rolling eyes, etc etc) They also have some kind of code that they use occasionally when talking to each other that no one but them could understand.

History

Cecil lived an average life in England along with his parents and five other siblings. He went out to play with his friends one day and came home to find out that his parents had adopted a young girl that they found on the streets. To his surprise, she didn't look English; she looked Asian. Thinking that she had moved from Japan into England, he didn't accept her. He had heard stories about how the Japanese would pull the nails off their prisoners and thinking she was the same, he behaved aggressively towards this intruder in his family or Fernalice. It was the name his parents had given to her and it had made things worse for him.

However, Fern was the least of his troubles. She didn't bother him, although she would flare up everytime he behaved rudely towards her. The two of them went out of the house one day, bickering and when they returned home, they got the shock of their lives. Their parents and family were dead, lying on the floor in pools of blood. The truth hit him like a slap in the face when he saw the marks on their necks. A vampire had broken into their house, killed his family mercilessly, and the next thing he knew, his head was slammed into the wall, the world blacked out and he had woken up as a vampire. His adopted sister was also turned, for reasons that he would never find out. He had never found why he was turned as well. As the years go on, he is still unsure of himself, of who he is and why had he become a monster.

Subject: Fernalice Ariane Sage Thu Jul 22, 2010 4:07 am

fernalice- vivacious feline

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if i were you, i'd look out for myself.

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Played by: Ferretleaf (Sunny)
Name: Fernalice Ariane Sage
Born as: Kim Sunkyu
Real age: 250. I was born on December 12th 1760.
Looks: Eighteen
Gender: Female
Species: Vampire
Current Coven: Merrill
Face claim: Taeyeon
Relationship status: "Pffft, you're crazier than me."

Appearance

I stand at five feet and five stupid inches. I'm four inches short from my dumb brother. I have thick bangs running across my forehead and hair that stops at my shoulders. My hair is a nice brown color and it's quite straight. Sometimes I might even curl it. My eyes, common in most Asian people, are a light brown and almond shaped. I'm pale most of the time because I'm a vamp and it's common for most of us. Oh, I'm Korean, not Japanese nor Chinese. Did I mention that?

What do I like to wear? I'd wear anything as long as it is not skirts or dresses. I find them too...feminine for my liking. I will wear them unless I have to. I might be small, but I pack a punch when it comes to fighting. Just go ask Cecil how many times I have punched him when he irritates me. I can be found most of the time surfing the internet, watching TV, playing video games and doing things that humans mostly do during their free time. I'm often seen grinning, looking like an idiot (Oh my gosh, I did NOT say that.) all the time.

People say I look cute, innocent, and elegant but I find that difficult to believe. I do have a Korean accent and yes, I speak Korean too. I also have an English accent (well, that's what you get if you spent many years with an English boy) and it seems to pop out more frequently than the Korean one. If you're going to tell me that Cecil is not really my brother, just because he's English, I'll punch you before you can say anything. I was adopted into his family and I have the paper trail to prove it. Got it? Good.

Personality

Fern is the exact opposite of her adopted brother. She is cheerful, wild, and short tempered. She likes going outside and engaging in outdoor activities, often ending up in bringing a reluctant Cecil along. She comes across as hyperactive and random, saying the first things that come into her mind. She flares up whenever people insult her and has a sharp tongue. Fern dislikes seeing people cry, thinking of it as a sign of weakness. Because she doesn't like being made fun of and has a short temper, she never hesitates to yell at you and punch you in the face. She's also vengeful and merciless when it comes to fighting. At first, our lion here may seem intimidating, but that's her way of showing people who she really is to see their reaction and whether they like her or not.

Fern disapproves of Cecil hovering around her like some stalker and often swears loudly just to show her disapproval. But she knows that it's a brotherly habit of his and he was doing his job as a brother watching over his sister. Although she knows that, and in her opinion, sometimes he took it a little too far, becoming a little bit too overprotective.

Though she may be hyperactive, she also does hand out advice, but it's rare. When she starts speaking seriously, with no hint of humor or playfulness, it's best to shut up and listen.

Fern likes writing poetry, but she only writes when she wants to write and it's uncommon.

History

Born as Kim Sunkyu in Seoul, South Korea. She was the youngest child and had two older siblings, both boys. Her brothers had taught her how to be strong, such as ignoring any pain and not shedding tears. She grew up to be a hot tempered person and have a dislike for dresses or skirts. Her parents were both traders who worked for an English company and one day, her father decided to move to England so that he could work at the headquarters of his trading company. And move they did, with Sunkyu only being fifteen years old.

Things went well for two years. It was Winter in England and it was after Sunkyu's seventeenth birthday. They were on their way back to the house after a memorable celebration. The car that her father was driving suddenly skidded on the slippery road and slammed into a pole. The world went black around her and when she woke up in the hospital, she found out that her parents and brothers were dead, killed in the accident. She was the only one that survived. And when the doctor asked her for her name, she couldn't remember. Amnesia had struck her during the accident but she could remember her family, just not her name.

There was no one else left to go to. Her relatives in Seoul didn't want to take her in and she was left alone, forced to fend for herself in the streets. A miracle struck when an English couple found her, famished and took her back to their home. They gave her a new name, Fernalice, and that is who she is today. Their son, the same age as her, was rude and sarcastic to her, but she didn't care and had many comebacks for him.

When the both of them came home one day after being kicked out of the house together for bickering too much, they found out that the house had been raided and their parents and Cecil's siblings were dead. She saw the culprit, a vampire, lunging for her adopted brother, slamming his head into the wall and sinking his fangs into his neck. She tried to run, but he grabbed her and she too shared the same fate as her brother. When she found out that she was a vampire after she woke up, she had been terrified at first but slowly learned that she didn't need to kill humans to stay alive. She slowly began to realize who she really was and took a new step forward into life, taking a low self-esteemed brother along with her.

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Subject: Re: Merrill Coven Thu Jul 22, 2010 5:46 pm

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Character Name: Matthew Pry
Played by: Panda_pals
Real Age: 588; was born on Janruary 25th, 1422
Looks: 16
Gender: Male
Species: Vampire

Appearance: Matthew has brownish blonde hair and hazel eyes. His skin is rather fair, and he tends to like washing his face often. He is fairly tall, and stands to around 5'9". His build is very average and normal. He barely has any muscles (that show) and he's not fat. Matthew has a set of natrually straight teeth. He tries his best to brush his teeth and floss to make himself look better. He's quite the skater boy, wearing shorts, regular tshirts and vans. He doesn't like hats, because he gets "hat hair." He is usually wearing a jacket, whether it's a northface collared one, or a regular hoodie. He looks like one of thoes failure childeren in the school. (which he initially is sometimes)He is often times wearing just shorts around the house, since he doesn't care what peoplet think of him. He thinks lowly of himself when it comes to looks, but overall he is a pretty good looking guy. He doesn't bend over backwards to make himself look good, but he does have very good hygine.

Personality: Matthew is a strange kid. He is very outgoing and hyper, and he always makes fun things happen. He is, hands down, the craziest kid in Merrill. People look at him and think he's this freakish skater boy who fails at every class, and is a bad influence on childeren. Matthew goes around school with the kind of awkward humor. He says things that aren't allowed to be said in school, he swears, and he is overall a very strange guy. Most people look at him and sometimes think he's oriented backwards, because of how he jokes. Matthew is the leader of a small group of friends. All boys, and one girl. They are a bit nasty and weird, but it's just that, in which it makes people look at him and wonder, is there someone else underneath all of that... oddness. Matthew joined the Merrill Coven because of his friend Callum. Matthew has no problems with Callum's rules, and he goes all out to enforce them sometimes. (though that gets him in trouble with Callum) Matthew can in fact be an intellectual, mature 16 year old. When he wants to, that is. He doesn't like to sound all mature and whatnot, because he thinks it's boring and uncool.

Past: Matthew lived and was born in the United Kingdom. When he was three, he and his parents moved to the United States. Matthew never liked the United states, and instead he always dreamed of moving back to the Unitied kingdom to join their military. Matthew was always a violent kid. He had a ton of friends in his neighborhood, a boy who was a year older, and a ton of other boys who were one or two years younger. They were all in a type of line. They were all the same somewhat, in personality. They had the same kind of humor, they ran around doing some of the same things. Matthew always played the trombone, even throughout middle school. He stopped after Middle school was over, then eventually entered into band at age 16. He led a normal life, his parents were aithiest and so was he. He rarely expressed that side though. He was never interested in girls until the eighth grade, when he had been friends with one girl for three years, since sixth grade. She was a small, asian girl, who was very smart and sweet and kind. She was always around, laughing with him or calling him nasty. Matthew always liked teasing her and occasionally, she kind of thought it was nice too. She was the first girl Matthew ever fell for, but unfortunately he wasn't that smart, or cool, popular, kind, gentle, and in his eyes, he wasn't so handsome. Secretly, his crush liked him too. He went on into highschool treating her the same way he had for three years. She was always there for him, to help him in everything. He never drew up the courage to ask her out, and he knew she was waiting until she could drive before she would go out. Matthew never got the chance to ask her out. When she turned 16 she got her licience, and he was ready to ask her out. He had decided to go and do it the smooth way. He walked outside alone at night, and went to her window. He threw pebbles at her window (knowing where it was) and waited. When she didn't come, he decided to ask her later. He walked home and was attacked, mugged, beaten, and bitten. He woke up on the street with his crush leaning over him, almost protectively, and looking down at him with eyes full of worry. Strangely, something came over Matthew and he jumped at her, his teeth going for her neck. She shrieked and gasped. Matthew gained control almost immediately, and his eyes locked on her's. He mearly whispered that he loved her before he ran away with amazing speed, to find someone to help him. He has never seen her since. His family searched for days and never found matthew. Soon, his crush went missing as well... something strange happened in their neighborhoods, and no one ever forgot it. Matthew went back to UK for the longest time, and he got an English accent. He came back to America and found Callum to be his friend. He then, soon enough was apart of Merrill.

Relationship Status: Taken; Grace Eloise Rima
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