GRACE, sakura evangeline

[sakura]

SAKURA EVANGELINE GRACE!?
livin' in a world so cold. countin' the days since you've gone away. you've gone away from me.
i'm too young to lose my soul. i'm too young to feel this old.
for so long, i'm left behind. i feel like i'm losing my mind.

FULL NAME Sakura Evangeline Grace
NICKNAMES Saki, Eve, Evie
AGE Looks: 18. Vampire Age: 132.
GENDER Female
BIRTHDAY October 28th
SPECIES Vampire
ALLIANCE Darkness
SEXUALITY Heterosexual

PLAY-BY Amy Lee
EYES light blue color, may wear different-colored contacts, slightly wide, light eyeliner
HAIR black, few inches under her shoulders, often switches between straight or wavy, soft
BODY TYPE Slim, lean, a bit curvy
HEIGHT 5'7"
WEIGHT 117 lbs
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES Gothic style
STYLE

Sakura wears a lot of black, red, and gray/silver, occasionally white, and barely any other colors. She knows she has a pretty face, and doesn't mind showing it, often wearing clothes that compliment her features. Although she isn't too obsessed with looks, you will never spot her in dirty clothes - stained with blood is an exception - or too much pink. She’d wear anything from skinny jeans to ruffled dresses – and beyond, since she used to be a model before she was turned. Sakura doesn’t apply too much make-up in the morning: just a little of eyeliner and a hint of lipstick, but will add more if going to an appropriate event. The only piece of jewelry she wears is a necklace hanging delicately and loosely around her neck, and she is very protective of it, for the vampire who turned her gave it to her. Although it may seem like there’s a diamond in the shape of a tiny cross, she isn’t religious, and it’s not a diamond. The necklace is completely made of silver, so it can protect her from werewolves.

LIKES

• herself
  
• torturing/teasing others
  
• blood
  
• death/killing
  
• being admired/adored/worshiped
  
• pain
  
• controlling
  
• being viewed as mysterious/no one really knowing about her
  
• acting
  
• power
  

DISLIKES

• self-centered people {xD, she’s a hypocrite}
  
• annoying/obnoxious people
  
• betrayal
  
• werewolves
  
• not having control
  
• not being able to hurt others
  
• people not afraid of her
  
• people who hate her
  
• being jealous
  
• other competition
  

STRENGTHS

• fighting
  
• acting/way with words
  
• agility
  
• intelligence
  

WEAKNESSES

• loyalty
  
• self control
  
• self-confidence
  
• loved/close ones
  

HABITS

• analyzing the scene/people
  
• smiling while acting
  
• constantly fidgeting when acting normal with another human
  

FEARS

• being betrayed by someone close
  
• people knowing her personal information
  
• not being loved back
  

DESIRES

• being the best
  
• finding love again
  

SECRETS

• Sakura killed her human friends out of jealousy
  

OVERALL
Sakura Grace is dark, cruel and selfish for the most part, and intelligent. Although when she was first turned, she did not like what vampires had to do, she soon overlooked that for the excitement and pleasure of the hunt. Sakura would stop if she could, but she just doesn’t want to. Even though she knows it’s wrong, she enjoys torturing others for her own amusement and making others uneasy. She holds herself superior and in greater importance than the humans and other species, and cares for mostly herself, saving a {sort of} soft spot in her heart for loved ones. It’s hard to win her trust, but when you do, she’s completely loyal, risking herself for you. She believes her thoughts and opinions are better than any others, and if they differ from her own too much, refuses to listen to them. She’s somewhat reasonable, and makes fair enough deals.

Sakura likes faking around other people, pretending to be innocent human badass girl. She hides her emotions inside until she can’t, and goes on a wild killing spree, deserting all wit and control for a while until she calms down.
She’s slightly introspective, often thinking about herself, her actions, and her seemingly never-ending life. She enjoys being in control of everything she’s involved in.
If Sakura thinks you’re okay, take it as a compliment, though she’ll rarely tell anyone how she really feels. Or take it the wrong way, since it’s usually not a good thing that an ‘evil’ creature of darkness feels affection for you.

MOTHER Trinity Jade Ichimaru {Maiden Name: Dawn}- Deceased
FATHER Hiroshi Ichimaru - Deceased
SIBLINGS n/a
OTHER PERSONS OF IMPORTANCE Brandon Graves Tanner
ETHNICITY Half American{Trinity}, half asian{Japanese}{Hiroshi}
WEALTH STATUS Rich
OVERALL
Her parents had met when her father had traveled to America for part of his job, when he met Trinity. It had been love at first sight, and Hiroshi quit his job soon after to find a new job in the states, close to Trinity. Apparently, her parents had never gotten tired of the story, for they told Sakura at least twice a month.
Sakura was born in the part of New York where the houses were mansions, the stores even more expensive than cars, and everyone attended a private school. Back then, before Sakura really knew the world, she was friendly, kind, and caring towards others, and even the meanest people couldn’t help their eyes softening at the sight of her. Her father, Hiroshi, was a research scientist. As it was the 1800s, there was plenty to be discovered and not many people capable of the job, so the family was considered pretty wealthy. Sakura’s mother taught at a Martial Arts camp, which was very popular with the neighborhood kids. Sakura and her friends visited once a week after school for on-the-house lessons, and Sakura took lessons herself on Saturday afternoon.
Sakura was popular with her classmates; by the time she reached eighth grade, she had plenty of admirers, but she ignored them. Her parents were pretty easy-going people, and were kind and gave her plenty of freedom as long as she kept her grades up and didn’t get a criminal record, but Sakura knew better than to fool around with boys.

When she was fourteen, just starting high school, the family moved for whatever reason, and Sakura had to leave everything familiar and dear to her behind. She tried to make friends, but this was not her crowd. She wasn’t used to the rough, scruffy bullies and the nerds and the snobby cheerleaders. Although she was unhappy, Sakura never complained, for it would mean the loss of thousands of dollars to their family. She suffered through the year as the teacher’s pet, the class nerd, etc. Back then, Sakura had a horrible case of acne, missing teeth because her adult teeth had not grown in, and was never given a chance because of it.

There was one certain gorgeous boy that every girl in the school longed for, but he was able to see through the imperfections she had and befriended her. Brandon Graves Tanner was kind, compassionate, slightly protective, and captain of the football team. With soft golden hair and hazel eyes, he was the perfect boy to Sakura. She fell for him immediately, madly in love, ignoring her common sense. They started dating when she turned 16, and she had been the happiest she could remember in her life.

That year, her parents were killed in a car accident, and left all of their money in the banks for her until she turned of age. The tragic event twisted her world this way and that, the only thing keeping it from crumbling was Brandon, who comforted her when she cried, defended her from teasing in school.

It passed and went, and Sakura slowly started to make friends again, with some help from Brandon. The girls realized Sakura wasn’t that bad, and they grew closer. Soon, Sakura was having sleepovers in the giant mansion she now owned.

When Sakura hit 18, everything changed. The zits and pimples cleared out, her face smooth, her teeth grew in, pearly white, and she grew curves. Soon, she couldn’t take a walk through the hallway without a crowd after her. Sakura even applied for a modeling job, which she got. Yes, everything was so, so much more different.

One night, Brandon and her had headed to the bar after a party, and gotten drunk. There had been a faint buzz in her head reminding this wasn’t right, this wasn’t reality. She promptly ignored it, and when she leaned in for a kiss, caught completely unaware, a sharp pain pierced her neck. Brandon had been bitten a month before by another vampire. Adding onto the champagne, Sakura lost consciousness, and passed out.

When she woke, Sakura realized everything was sharper, clearer, and when she stood up, energy surged through her body like a lightning bolt, and she felt capable of doing anything. Brandon calmly explained what he had done, how he had done so so they could be together eternally. At first, Sakura had been stunned silent, unbelieving until he showed her the fangs, then was furious he had chosen her path for her, but later realized that being a vampire wasn’t such a bad thing. She was much more powerful now, and like he said, they would be together eternally. Brandon also gave her a necklace, telling her gently that silver would protect her from the werewolves.

Werewolves? Brandon quickly explained about the supernaturals and hunters. Sakura realized he had just led her into a boatload of trouble, but she found she didn’t really care, as long as she had him.

Then came the day a group of hunters had killed him. Sakura had been attending a fashion show a few blocks away. They had caught Brandon off guard, and when he realized it, it was too late. They outnumbered him and had him surrounded.

When Sakura found out, she had gone on a crazy killing spree, causing the deaths of many humans. Usually, Brandon was the one who kept her hunger under control, but with him gone, she couldn’t even stand the sight of her best friends with their boyfriends. That being said, Sakura slaughtered all of them, even occasionally letting out a high-pitched giggle. Her personality changed, and she turned into the monster she is now today.

Sakura changed her last name so she wouldn’t be known, and has kept the necklace all these years, in remembrance of Brandon, and ever since had a burning desire for love again.

NAME/ALIAS Emily/Worldsocold
AGE …A lot under 14, let’s just say that.
TIME ZONE Eastern
HOW YOU FOUND US Caution 2.0
OTHER CHARACTERS N/A
RP SAMPLE My best?

It was nighttime. The park was seemingly empty as a girl dressed in jeans and a white t-shirt quietly slipped into the park. This was definitely going to be the wrong night to wear white, but it wasn't like anyone would see, since it was nighttime. And this was also probably the first- and the last- time she would wear a t-shirt at this town. Nightmist. A dark name for a town. Maybe people had died here mysteriously before? The name certainly would fit the image.

The girl's golden waves of hair were messily hanging. It was obvious that the girl hadn't bothered to make herself look presentable. They would do that, before her funeral. Heck, she didn't even know if they had ones in this town. She didn't care anyways. In just a few minutes, nothing would matter anymore.

The girl's arms were bare, since she was wearing a t-shirt. It felt weird without something to cover up her arms, but for some reason, she felt more confident. Her heart pounded in anticipation of the events she expected to take place tonight. At the park. Such an innocent name for a place like this. Scars covered her pale arms, some fresh, the opening still glistening with blood. Some scars were obviously from earlier months, but didn't show a trace of a hint of ever vanishing from her skin.

The moon was out and above the park. The trees that were so beautiful and full of life in the daytime were now dark and gnarled, it's twisted branches sending troubling images of shadows onto the ground. And of course, the shadows were there because of the moon. The moon shone a sickly, pale color, a faint glow. But it was bright enough- just barely bright enough- for the girl to see clearly. But she knew that in a few moments, everything would seem clearer than ever. Her heart raced.

If she was a normal girl, she probably would have been frightened by the park at night. But she was totally calm and the least bit frightened as she slowly made her way through the park. If she wasn't going to do what she was going to do, she supposed she might have been frightened. But when you're dead, none of that would matter because you were dead, right? What more was there to fear when you were already dead?

As Rosalyn came to stop and stand in the middle of a patch of grass, she wondered, for the first time since thinking of this idea, if anyone would miss her. Maybe her aunt Gracelyn would. Rosalyn had left her aunt a note before she had left for the park. Her dad would be happy to see her down in hell, probably along with the boy she had killed a few months ago. The thought and twisted image of the boy's blood running over her hands, the light disappearing from his eyes made her heart race faster with longing. It had felt so amazing to feel his life disappear under her stained hands, his essence disappear, and flow into her, the power of it all, the best feeling when you could feel and know that you were the one to cause the shift of souls in the atmosphere, the warm glow flooding into you. And she hadn't even known his name.

Life. Such a delicate and fragile power. Force.

Rosalyn stood under the pale moonlight as she lightly traced a finger along one of her old scars on her arm, then one of the veins on her neck. She didn't flinch under her own touch of her fingernails. She still had never cut it, since the day she had cut the boy's artery with her fingernail. She felt the life pulsing through her fingertips. But at the moment, she felt dead. But then she remembered the knife in her back pocket, and anticipation ran through her again, stronger this time.

Hmm...wrist or neck? She decided on the first. She pulled the knife out of her pocket. Her hands were unshaking and steady as they slid the knife out. It was Aunt Gracelyn's best knife, the sharpest of all of her knives. But of course her gentle aunt would never even think about using them for anything other than cutting food. She felt cold and calm at the moment, like a soul trapped inside a body, knowing that their moment was going to come soon.

Before she started, she took another glance around her. Rosalyn expected the park to be the last place she would ever see. She felt surprisingly calm and peaceful. She didn't regret anything. She knew that if she didn't do it now, the urge would just get stronger, and she would eventually go crazy. And she hadn't even found love in her 16 years. Of course, it was practically impossible for someone with a troubled past and mind like hers to love someone, like a boy. But it would be better, or she would possibly hesitate. Good bye, world...

Rosalyn pressed the sharp tip of the knife to her vein on her wrist. She didn't shiver as the cold metal touched her flesh. She had done some research before, and had figured out which vein was the fatal one. She would aim for that one. She let out the deep breath that she had been holding in.

She swung the knife in a quick motion.

Her wrist exploded in pain, but Rosalyn felt calm inside. Blood spilled out of the wound, flowing quickly down her arm, dripping onto her shirt. As she had thought before, bad chose wearing white. But who cared?

Her vision blurred and spun, and her legs crumpled under her. She fell to her knees, dropping the knife. The crimson liquid was dotting the dark grass surprisingly fast, like it was raining. It felt like her injury was on fire. But she didn't care. The pain would be better than the insanity she would have to suffer later. And it would be much worse than how insane she already was. She pondered on just slitting her throat and getting it over faster, but she wanted to really use her last moments in the world.

Rosalyn fell onto her back, her arms at her side, the knife nearby. Her vision was spinning as she stared up at the dark, nearly not visible clouds. Over the next few seconds, the pain grew sharper, unlike the numbing that she had expected to happen. She was glad for the sharp clarity, though. She really saw what the world was like. She could really pay attention.

She could hear the cold breeze blow through the grass, sending drops of dew and blood scattering across the grassy area. Things that she wouldn't have paid attention to before. She wasn't dead yet, but soon. Since she had only damaged her wrist, there was a slight chance that someone would be able to save her. But very slim. And considering the fact that no one would be out at night, the chances were pretty much impossible. All she saw was the dizzying sight of the clouds...the clouds...spinning above her in the seemingly endless sky...what a night... She felt herself smile, and then she closed her eyes.

It’s not much compared to some of the threads I’ve seen on here, O.o

[JURATE]