Post by lauren on Aug 3, 2011 6:41:52 GMT
LAUREN ALLISON REDGRAVE
'As Bane and Tyranny, Her Dobermans sleep, like spellbound paramours at her feet.'
'As Bane and Tyranny, Her Dobermans sleep, like spellbound paramours at her feet.'
hey there! so, tell us all about you... let's start off with the basics. what do we need to know?
"My name is Lauren Allison Redgrave. Not that it particularly matters, because soon enough, you won't be able to recall it, really. And, of course, the things which your mother or pathetic father told you about, you know, whenever you had been younger, the monsters which lurk in the shadows on cold nights, well I am she, and they are me. I am a demoness, most likely, the last thing you'll ever see. In my old age, not that I particularly reveal it to just anyone except for my victims, I am one hundred and twelve, and fortunately, you aren't going to be able to publicize such a thing. I don't particularly consider myself truly evil, you see, I much prefer the grey neutrality often not afforded to those of my kind. Regardless, I do, on finer occasions, resort to the barbaric deeds of my self-proclaimed demon brethren. And also know that I do not discriminate against any sexes, but most often, my attention can be granted to females as I feel we're the more superior sex."
so, a little birdy told me that you're pretty gorgeous... describe yourself.
Lauren Redgrave is a statuesque individual, standing taller than the average woman. Redgrave is not merely tall, however, and in recent years in light of the grand war Redgrave has seen to it that she has muscle to cover her otherwise thin, curvaceous frame. Though once an entirely petite though tall woman, Lauren Redgrave is now well built, holding a body with great flow and evenness. Redgrave is in excellent shape for a woman of her height and age, and as many are well aware, the demoness is not against showing such a thing. Redgrave has been known for her particularly revealing style of dress as well as for her near-white blond hair and intense blue eyes. Though perhaps not looking as unrefined so far as physique goes as she did in earlier times, Redgrave is still deceptively feminine and curvaceous. Her inviting curves, luscious lips and full breasts do pay heed to the nature of the woman--and it is that which she uses to her advantage, drawing victims in with her intentionally crafted physical appearance and then making them pay. Redgrave and many others have stated that it is a rare man who can resist her feminine mystique--and with good reason: Redgrave has spent great time and money to have it that way.
As mentioned earlier, Redgrave has at her disposal fabulous wealth--and what one can do with wealth and a physique like Redgrave's is most fascinating. Always having had an eye for fashion, Lauren Allison Redgrave is prone to wearing the finer varieties of clothing, preferring to wear fine skirt or pant suits to jeans and tee-shirts. Redgrave is rarely seen without her immaculacy; it is rare that her hair is not perfectly styled, her nails manicured and her make-up elaborate. Even on Redgrave's "off" days she makes an attempt to look absolutely beautiful. The color of Redgrave's wardrobe has largely washed out to clothing of a fairly homogenized color scheme--but it should be noted that Lauren does not solely wear white. Rather, she prefers neutral colors which accentuate the curves without being distracting. Redgrave largely prefers a more classic wardrobe, borrowing her style cues from the screen sirens of old--but like many things there is another side of the coin in Redgrave's dress sense, and many have cited Redgrave as being either lewd or innovative with her choice in high-fashion, impractical but extravagant clothing. It would seem, for example, that Lauren Redgrave and double-sided tape are well acquainted. Whether or not Redgrave dresses in this way for shock value or for her own pleasure remains to be seen. What is clear is that, whatever Redgrave dresses in, she looks quite beautiful. She walks and behaves with a demeanor derived of the screen sirens after which she crafted her image--and with that comes a great deal of dignity, class, and sex appeal.
i'm sure that your personality is something else completely, tell me all about your self, can't wait to hear it!
At heart, Lauren Redgrave is wholly an educator. She is a complex, pensieve individual who will analyze things fifty-times before acting. First and foremost, Redgrave will follow the whims of logic in the interests of furthering herself in her goals. Like many, Redgrave is creative; though unique in the fact that her creativity and surreal perception is very tangible, and reality based. Instead of taking complex, higher thoughts and attempting to adapt them into something she can perceive, Redgrave tends to remain confident in her own practicality. Lauren is quite organized in all that she does, and will rarely be caught doing something other than pulling the strings. Redgrave is the ideal chess-player, even without her demonic gift, as she is a highly intelligent individual who is perceptive enough to set things into perfect alignment. With just a smidgeon of luck, Lauren can have any situation thrown completely into her favor. Generally, Lauren is the most dominating party, and she is aware of that fact.
Lauren is an extremely productive, and innovative individual. This can be attributed both to her own high intellect, and her telepathic gift which has allowed her to understand her mind better than most. Because of her ability to think on a higher-level than most, while remaining comfortable within a practicality of her own, Lauren has a very level-head for business. Like education, business is something that appears to come to Redgrave with ease. Another contributing factor to Lauren's stability in affairs to further her own goals, and education, is the fact that she can easily separate her business life from her pleasure. The struggles that she's been constantly put through has forced her to develop of a type of 'shield' around her emotional heart that allows her to literally shut off emotions such as love and compassion. Like a diamond, Lauren can become a near impenetrable fortress when she wishes to do so. It is coincidental that Redgrave's compassion seems to fade while within her chilling mineral form.
Lauren is not a lifeless figure of frigidness. When feeling positively disillusioned, Lauren Redgrave becomes absolutely snarky. Where there appears to be no heart, sarcasm and overall snideness seem to immediately take it's place. Even in serious situations, a chilling Redgrave can offer a cruel joke. Even while standing by a grave, regarding the dead, Lauren can drag the said party's name through the mud with heartless jokes, and fail to falter in her snideness even once. If one manages to get on Redgrave's bad side, they can expect some cruel manipulations, and even more hateful jokes to come there way. This can be called a defense mechanism created mainly due to the life she's been subject to.
In romantic situations, Redgrave can be extremely loving. It is difficult to find Redgrave in romantic involvements that are not wholly sexual, as she fears allowing herself to be fooled and manipulated. Also, men might mistake her affections for flirtatious infatuation, when generally, it is her need for a strong, male presence that draws her to the opposite sex. Something that makes Lauren especially difficult to become romantically involved with is her belief that most, if not all me are carbon-copies of one another. Redgrave believes that men are out solely for their own gratification, and that this singular fact makes all men completely predictable. With her constant prying into the minds of others, this theory is proven time, and time again. As a general rule, Lauren particularly prefers to cohort with other women, as she finds them the most superior sex.
Lauren's chilling persona only increases twenty fold in situations where Redgrave feels cross. Harsh, cutting words can escape her lips followed by angry actions. In the field, her cold-hearted calculating manner is shown in it's most beautifully exhibited forms. Generally she takes the stance of oppurtunist, biding her time and waiting for the apex of her subjects weakness to show itself to her.
i would love to hear about your past, i'm sure it's oh so interesting...
"Ugh.. History is so redundant. There is a reason it is classified as history, and as such, it should remain that a way. But if it is necessary, I'll enlighten you in the inner workings of my being. Naturally, I had been born, but my birth was unlike the majority of peoples, even before I was imagined, I think that I had existed somewhere as some magnificent, omnipotent idea. My parents, Arkady and Viktoria were both demons, Viktoria an original, and Arkady a born being. My childhood was rather intricate in such a way that both of my parents were much like puritans, proclaiming the most horrible of things against the largeness that is humanity. I was, and still am, a rather spoiled one. Because of their subscription to violence to obtain large funds, I was, and still am, accustomed to getting whatever I desire, just as it should be.
One could say that I was an obedient child, who, above all else, genuinely cared for the advice of my parents. I enjoyed their wordliness, their level of sophistication. However, I certainly didn't enjoy their grand orations about the hierarchal organization of species as a whole. In many ways, they were unbending traditionalists, and I suspect this was due to their old, old age. I have always much preferred to go with the zeitgest, and throughout my own personal history, one could behold me holding true to the spirit of whatever time I've been fortunate enough to experience.
Though, by citizenry, I am American, I've been fortunate enough to travel the world in my long time of existence, and as such, I've discovered that there is but one axiom to life: nothing is original. Everywhere, Europe, Africa, Asia, humans are the same banal and predictable species, impotent in their existence. While there are usages for them, my parents instilled into me a sense of demon supremacy and elitism that I still haven't quite shaken off yet. As my mother had always preferred the need to relocate frequently, our presence has graced and perfected the cities of New York, Los Angeles, and San Antonio, the latter which I was entirely disgusted by. Quite some time ago, as per request of my parents, we've relocated to the dysmally dull town, where supernatural beings are just as prevalent as the dreadful humans.
There is little I can say about it, really. I've discovered some alliances and partners, and others I've either dismissed as their worth is equivalent to that of prehistoric dung, or they're utterly useless in the grand scheme of things. Overall, I could suppose that the quality of life here is particularly pleasing. I do so enjoy taunting the lesser species, and it takes quite a lot to amuse me as the banal seems ubiquitous these days. Of course, there is the matter of the war which I find particularly distasteful. Peace, love, dope, and drugs people. I feel we were put here to procreate and have a good fucking time, and I don't particularly care for the absolute resolve most demons and demonesses demand to meet the world with. And while some individuals have chosen to live with particular pets, I am disgusted by the idea of allowing some filthy animal to share a home with. Utterly repulsive."
who is the amazing mastermind behind the likes of you?
"My creator is Ava, the mastermind behind this particular demoness, and while I have only written this particular character, there are many more planned. She is not also a devoted writer, however, she can speak Afrikaans, and also, she discovered this place through Caution.""I'm clocking out, Marge. It's been a long day and I could definitely use a stiff drink," informed the somewhat hoarse voice of one Amelia Voght. She was still in her salmon colored scrubs and Nike tennis-shoes, signing out of the computer before rounding the receptionist's counter and grabbing up one of the sugar-free candies which sat in a dish upon the flat of the desk. She popped it into her mouth and felt a faint rush of energy come to her thanks to the peppermint taste of the candy. A part of her enjoyed it and another part of her wanted to wretch. There was something truly awful about sugar-free candies, and though some had called her crazy in the past because of her aversion to the stuff she swore up and down that she could taste the difference. Sugar-free candies, she reckoned, tasted quite artificial and very much like cancer wrapped up in a pseudo-sugary, falsely inviting package. Still, she sucked on the mint and decided that she would deal with the bad taste at least until she got outside, where she was sure she would spit the damned thing out and step on it for good measure. "Nothing major, I swear. Winston wants me over first thing in the morning so we can go watch his son's football game at the middle school, and I don't think he'd ever forgive me if I strolled in with a hangover." She laughed. That was a lie. Winston would certainly forgive her and it was out of respect alone that she chose not to drink herself under the table. Not to mention, being outrageously drunk led to an element of unpredictability that Amelia wanted no part of.
"Oh, I hear ya sweetie. The doctors around this place have been running us ragged," replied Marge, who peered at Amelia for just a moment before returning to her 'work'. Marge, though very sweet, was a lot lazier than she let on. While she pretended to be tirelessly working at the console at her desk Amelia knew the truth. Marge spent the better part of her days using the office phone to make personal calls and while she spent all day on the computer she wasn't working. In fact, from what Amelia had seen, Marge spent most of her time on the office computer playing one variety of Bejeweled or the other. Marge was, in fact, very good at the game and she even had the high score on some pretty well-known computer gaming sites. Amelia never said anything though, because Marge was almost twice her age and in Amelia's eyes anyone that old deserved to be having fun. Not to mention, Amelia did not even want to imagine what the fall out would be if ever the doctors got wind of Marge's dirty little secret. Chances were there would be an uprising of the highest order. Amelia had no desire to involve her self in that headache.
"Did you hear that they wanted Angelica to work from five to three, in the morning? I tell you, it should be illegal, the demands these guys make. The nerve of them. I heard that Angel just got up and walked out for the day," Marge continued. Amelia laughed. She was not surprised that Angelica of all people would do such a thing. Angelica was known as the spirit of the office and she was always protesting. Amelia guessed that the doctor's most recent demand was simply too much for her, and that Angelica no longer wanted a job. Contrary to what Marge seemed to believe, in Amelia's eyes, it was not common that someone had the luxury of simply 'walking out on a job' for the day. Amelia had no doubt that the situation would go over very poorly for Angelica, and she was quick to voice as much.
"Sounds to me like she walked out for life." Amelia was direct about the issue, and she continued to say--as she knew very well that Marge would ask her what it was she meant by that remark--that Angelica's little stunt would likely land her right in the unemployment line. "Definitely not the smartest move. I understand that the doctors were being just a little bit ridiculous but you should never walk out on a job like that. That's a quick way to get your ass lit. I bet they'll fire her. With all the hell she raises around this place I'm sure they were looking for a reason." Amelia ran her long fingers through her bright, red hair, sliding off the black rubber-band which had supported her pony-tail and letting her hair fall free around her. "It's a good thing she's got a man in her life," Amelia laughed at her saying that, because the idea of a man doing any good was almost synonymous with the term 'bullshit' in her mind, "And no mouths to feed, because in this rat hole economy the unemployment line is long. It'll likely give her plenty of time to get used to it."
Marge laughed. "Amy, you're bad, you know that? You are bad," she mockingly chastised, clearly more delighted by Amelia's sense of humor than offended by her rather terse summation of their colleague's situation. Amelia laughed as well as she began to head out the door.
"I know, Marge. I know. Anyway, like I said, I hear old J.D. calling my name. You have a good one, and I'll see you on Monday."
"You be safe out there, hon. I've been hearing some strange stuff in the news lately."
"Marge, the news is bad for you. But I'll be safe. I promise. See you."
"Take care."
