Post by jessamine on Jun 14, 2011 5:54:20 GMT
JESSAMINE ALEXANDRIA MIDDLETON !?
'and i know that somewhere's a kind of evil, got my hooks in you tonight'
'and i know that somewhere's a kind of evil, got my hooks in you tonight'
hey there! so, tell us all about you... let's start off with the basics. what do we need to know?
"hi, my name is jessamine alexandria middleton. (isn’t this where you’re all supposed to greet me like in those ridiculous AA meetings?) if you’re my friend you can call me mina, otherwise just call me jessamine. i’m three hundred and sixty-five. my birthday is april 27, 1646. yes that’s right, i’m not human. i was changed into a vampire, but more on that later. oh, and i’m bi-curious, for anyone who’s wondering. oops, almost forgot. my alliance lies with the dark side. "
so, a little birdy told me that you're pretty gorgeous... describe yourself.
"well that birdy was right – i’m stunningly gorgeous! i’m not too tall, about five feet, six inches. i weigh about one hundred and twenty pounds so i’m pretty slender. not going to lie, i should have been a model. i have all the right curves in all the right places and i’m very proud of them. i developed early, my breasts coming in when i was twelve. i have to say, they look amazing now. i have always been pale, so when i became a vampire it didn’t change much. i have pretty defined cheekbones as well as a prominent jaw. i have perfect teeth, white and straight. and i like to keep my fangs out, so you’ll always see them peeking from the corners of my mouth.
i have long dark hair which i like to curl or have wavy at least. it falls past my shoulders, but no longer than my lower back. my eyes are framed by elegantly arched eyebrows and are a really pretty green color that can almost look brown in the right lighting. it sounds strange, but trust me, it’s pretty. as for clothing, i only have one requirement: it has to be fashionable. i like to wear anything – dresses, skirts, jeans, leather, t-shirts, etc. i just like to stay in style. i can’t think of a color that doesn’t look good on me, so i also like to mix up some colors sometimes. shoes aren’t that big with me, but i like to be comfortable. "
i'm sure that your personality is something else completely, tell me all about your self, can't wait to hear it!
"well i could lie and tell you i'm a wonderful person, but that would take all of the fun out of this. i was never one for being nice. i was always a little bitch to everybody, even my family. and no, i’m not ashamed of it. i think my little sister honestly hated me. my parents learned early on to just give me what i wanted and i’d be fine. as i got older, i discovered a passion for the theatre, and i still enjoy it to this day. i love reading as well, and curling up next to the fireplace with a good book is one of my most favorite things to do. i love the darkness, and if i need any sort of light, i try to stick with burning a candle. here’s a hidden hobby of mine: i love to stargaze. and if you tell anyone that, i’ll kill you. i also love dancing. any kind will do; the dancing of my day, or the wild grinding of today. i love it all. i know i’m good looking, and i love to use that to my advantage. i love dressing up and looking sexy, and sex is a favorite activity of mine. i often use that for luring those idiotic humans into my room so i can feed off of them. as for things i hate… hmm… human’s annoy the crap out of me. if it weren’t for their blood, i would avoid them completely. i absolutely despise when people tell me what to do. drives me freaking insane! i hate emotions, they often destroy people, so i try to avoid them as much as possible. obviously since i’m a vampire, i hate sunlight. i hate people who pretend to be something their not; how hard is it to be yourself?
i’m very good with seduction. i use my body to lure ignorant humans into my trap so i can feed off of them. have a problem? you could probably come to me for help, i’m really good at getting out of ridiculous situations. i’m also an excellent liar. sometimes i don’t even know if i’m lying or not. my weaknesses? well, for one, i’m addicted to blood. but what vampire isn’t? i’m really proud, and i’d even go so far as to say narcissistic. i absolutely love myself. i don’t trust many people, and i’m always doubting other’s motives for anything. it’s not the best trait to have. a couple of habits that i have: i twist a strand of hair around my finger and i bite my bottom lip all the time. a desire of mine? well that could kind of go along with my secret. well, here it is: i actually kind of want to find someone to love. as much as i hate emotions, i think love is one of the better ones. as long as no one is being hurt. i do have a secret romantic side, but i’m not getting into it, so don’t ask. "
i would love to hear about your past, i'm sure it's oh so interesting...
"I was born on April 27, 1646. My parents were Abigail and George Middleton and I had a younger sister named Rose. I grew up in London, and my family was filthy right. And no, I’m not being sarcastic. We had a ton of money. Until my mom died, anyway. That’s when my dad became a gambler. He lost all of our money after a few years. But that didn’t stop me at all. I still spent all the money I wanted to and I didn’t care about the consequences of it. I had tons of suitors, but none of them caught my eye. Except one. His name was Thomas, and he wasn’t even an official suitor. He was just a commoner, and I happened to run into him in the middle of the street. I don’t remember much about how we met, but all I remember was sneaking out to meet him and our secret love affair. We had made plans to run off and elope, until one day when I met him just outside of town and he told me he had met someone else. Obviously it crushed me, and I vowed to never let that happen again. And so I became a slut if you will. I started using my body to gain pleasures of the flesh. It worked, I never felt any sort of emotion ever again.
One night I had gotten completely drunk at a bar and I picked up some random guy. We were on our way out to the alley next to the bar when he pinned me against the wall and started going at it. Not that I was objecting to any of it. Then all of a sudden I felt his teeth sink into my neck. And that’s all I remember of that night. When I woke up, I knew something was different. I was in a room by myself, and it was dark. Turns out I had been changed. Now I know this sounds very bland, but honestly I don’t remember much of my early years. After I came to terms with what I was, I virtually disappeared for a hundred or so years. I don’t even remember what happened during that time, only that I was living like the scum of the earth. It was around the turn of the century when I resurfaced. I ventured to America, and I got caught in the prohibition. Surprisingly, that was the easiest time to kill. And I have no idea why. I thrived then, everyone knew my name and it was the best years of my life. Sometime in all of this, I moved to New York, and I’ve been around that area ever since. "
who is the amazing mastermind behind the likes of you?
"my name is Sam, I’m 17 and I’ve been role playing for about 6 years. I live in the central time zone. My friend showed me this site, and I got hooked in right away. As of right now I don’t have any other characters, but that’s soon to change (: A random fact? Hmm… I come from a big hunting family, and yet I’m the only girl hunter in my family."Being a teacher was never as easy as it appeared. Kids were disrespectful, rude, and thought they were all that and a bag of chips, and it bugged the hell out of Will. The rest of the students had just filed out of the room after the bell, and the choir teacher was finally able to take a break while he waited for the next class. Was it his fault these kids didn't know a good song when they heard one? No. Did he want to be here in the first place? Not at all. Unfortunately he had to be.
Will walked to the back of the large choir room and into his office, pausing to glance into the mirror by the door. He still looked perfect. Except for the slight wrinkle in his light blue dress shirt. He walked up to the mirror and smoothed it down, his eyebrows pulled together in intense concentration. He missed his old life terribly, but there was no getting it back. And he had no other choice but to be a teacher and this damned school, so he might as well make the most of it.
Turning from the mirror, he glanced around his office, looking at the stack of music lying on the corner of his desk. It was an old spiritual he found exciting, but the kids apparently hated it. Which bugged Will. If the song wasn't good, he wouldn't have chosen it. He could hear a few students walking in, their laughter carrying all the way to his office. He might as well get out there and make sure they wouldn't do anything stupid. He glanced in the mirror again on the way out, a faint smile on his lips. He looked flawless. Even if he couldn't still be an actor, didn't mean he couldn't look like one.
The group of kids who had walked in glanced at him and headed towards their seats, still talking about whatever it was kids their age talked about. There was a piano in the middle of the room, facing the chairs where the students would sit, and Will walked towards it, sitting down on the bench. Kids started filing in one by one, all talking about different things. Will did not miss high school at all. And it sucked that he had to be a damn teacher here. No, he couldn't get over it.
The bell rang and Will stood, facing his class. They were all sitting in their seats on the risers, watching him. "Good morning class. I'm Mr. Sanders, your new choir teacher." He got a bunch of returned "good morning Mr. Sanders" back and a small smile played on his lips. He grabbed a pile of music off of the piano and started passing it out. "I figured we'd just start off by singing a song I'm sure you all know. Just so I can hear how you all sound so I can find something that suits this class." The students nodded, taking the music and passing it down the rows.
Will walked over to the piano, sitting down and placing his hands on the keys, waiting for everyone to get a copy. When he saw everyone was opened to the first page, his fingers started the song, the beginning of Jar of Hearts sounding as perfect as when the professionals played it in a concert. The class started singing along, and Will listened as closely as he could over the piano. He liked the sound of them, and he knew then that this class had great potential. Just then, the choir room door opened and Will turned, his fingers still flying over the keys.
