Post by Suzynn Creed on Apr 27, 2008 13:48:47 GMT -5
All About Who We Are;;
All About Who We Can Be;;
What Was, Is, and Will Forever Be;;
Name: Dovey
Age: 16
Years Rping: About 4
Other Characters: Not on this site
Ways to Contact: Oh you know where...
All About Who We Can Be;;
Name: Suzynn Reena Creed
Nickname: Suzy usually.
Name Meaning: Suzynn derives from ‘Souzan’ which is Persian for ‘burning fire’. Reena is Greek for ‘peaceful’.
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Pet(s): None.
Grade [If applicable]: Junior
Appearance: You look up at her face and the soft smile regularly planted there enhances the features that make Rebecca herself. The almond shaped eyes are a bright, intelligent brown and if you look closely enough, you can see behind her eyes the many different imaginative stories beginning to form. The brown hair that reaches just after her shoulders is either smooth or straight when dried properly, or bouncy, soft curls if not dried properly. Her gentle petal-like lips whisper the story under her breath as she writes them down as quickly as they come to her.
Going down her body, her strong arms are much different from her weaker legs. The clean cut fingernails had delicate hands wave hello or twitch when nervous. Her slim-cut frame looks good in a bikini, but she doesn't try hard to look thin. Going down to her long legs, they aren't used to excessive exercising. Her thin frame is usually misinterpreted for weak for those who don’t know her secret, the secret flames licking at her blood.
Celebrity: Kristen Kreuk
Personality: All her life she was used to being calm and quiet, though the brunette can’t remember much from her past anyways. Rather stick to her books; Suzynn doesn’t like to get herself into a position where an argument can come out of it, just because of her abilities. Though her close friends can see her bubbly and sweeter side, most people walk by without a second glance if they aren’t interested in her small graceful demeanour. Even before being taken at a younger age of ten, her imagination would take control and her love for writing would be her life. It still hasn’t changed much, except more like journals then stories since her own life is strange enough.
With her vampire family, it’s usually very difficult for her to choose between friends and those who took her in and provided her with a home and warmth. Now that she has an inkling about what’s going between Edward and Sylvia, her small friendship with Edward has been challenged, seeing as to her, loyalty, especially to family, is one of the most important things. Another issue would be that she doesn’t like to take risks, seeing as her abilities get out of hand when she becomes very angry or another extreme emotion can lead to a minor explosion.
Likes:
+ Reading
+ Keeping Out of Trouble
+ Gummy Bears
+ Matches/Lighters/Anything that produces fire.
+ Masks
Dislikes:
- Water
- Violence
- Alcohol
- Sudokus
- Bonfires
Flaws: Her quiet and reserved stature keeps her away from making many friends. Her inability to choose between family or friends but her strong sense of loyalty to her family usually makes the brunette do things she’d rather not.
Fears: That she’ll lose control of her abilities with innocents around.
Hopes for the Future: To be a writer.
What Was, Is, and Will Forever Be;;
Family: Seeing as she was “adopted” by them.
The Creeds;
Markus Creed – Dad/Leader
Josepher Creed – Older Brother
Sylvia Creed – Older Sister
Nathaniel Creed – ‘Older’ Brother
Daniella Creed – ‘Older’ Sister
History: From being born to around eight years old, her life was as normal as one could be, living in large and busy Chicago. Her father, from what she can remember, was a high time CEO or something of the sort for some large company. He had, or has, a high-paying position while his wife would stay at home and watch her daughter. At one point in her life, all Suzynn could remember was so much screaming and yelling, much of it has been either accidently or purposely erased, but all she knew was that the Creed family came and took her away from all of this when she was 10. They told her she came willingly, of course she wouldn’t know otherwise, but she’d rather believe that then her family being kidnappers. Along the way she knew of a presence, of Nathaniel she later found out, who was always watching her, watching over her.
After a year of living with them, their secret was obviously exposed, and to be honest, the new little girl of nine years old was jealous that in her new family she did not have something as interesting like they did, like her older siblings and father. And so, they told her she could be special like them. After this part her memories were fuzzy, rows of test tubes and needles pass by in her vision, but she can just shake her head of these visions easily. What she does remember however, the soft-brown eyed girl was probably eleven now, was that she went through so many tests to finally have control, or at least partial control, over how and when her abilities would come into play. The scientists made new clothes especially for her that she could wear under normal clothing. The tests and exercises were hard, at some points brutal, but in the end it had helped and now if she even got a just a bit angry she could control it. She could fly, but only in dire situations. She could control fire to come towards her or protect her. They told her not to drink any liquids unless she was completely at peace, that alcohol could either drain her to unconsciousness or have her abilities go out of control. There was a certain way for her to shut off such abilities, but then she would be tired and feel so weak. Even some of her abilities she had still not stretched to their farthest point and still had the thirst to test herself.
Other: -Admin Edited-
RP Example:Her electric blue eyes scrutinized and examined the person in front of her, two things the pair of eyes did best. Her mind calculated information and she worked out different ways to use this new information to her advantage. And at this moment, the new information that her eyes were feeding her that there was some kind of different tension in the air. Well, could it really be called tension with two attractive adolescents, both in very revealing clothing and not caring much to hide anything, could that be tension? Stupid question because already she could feel her stomach bubbling, her skin tingling at the touch of the bed against her arms that held her mostly upright. A blonde bang came down into her eyes and she waved it away with a few delicate fingers, but it resumed more provocative placement. As she followed his gaze from the already short enough level of her dress and how his eyes followed upwards, but catching at the bulges that shown through her nightgown and that were started to become much more apparent now because of her present position. A chill ran down her spine, but she made no move that such a chill had actually taken place because showing little hints like that would make it so much more obvious of how much she really wanted him and that by itself would be completely inappropriate, seeing as inappropriate was the best word she could come up with.
It wasn't that she didn't want him with her or in her, but the fact that letting herself be given off so easily was something she was completely against. She had never had sex before, though she knew how to pleasure herself properly, she had never been ready to give any man the opportunity and the honour to instil such great amounts of pleasure and lust into her, and she was still waiting, hoping right at this moment that she had found the person. Her ears caught some kind of clearing of the throat, and her smirk widened a centimetre, pleased that she was causing him this much distress so easily, just as his roaming yes were starting to cause her so much anxiety at every breath, at every stare and at every examination he’s done to her in the small span of minutes they’ve been in the same room together. His dark seductive eyes changed for a moment, hiding what she was trying to search for before, something that was being quite elusive to place, the emotion now present was one of obvious distaste for his roommates, and her own nose wrinkled for a moment when he mentioned two Hufflepuffs and a Gryffndor. Really there wasn't even a simple quiet Ravenclaw to maybe make things easier for him, which is what she told him. “How horrid. Not even a pureblood Slytherin or Ravenclaw to perhaps even things out. I really do feel horribly for you. Even I have someone that if need be be used as backup, even though she is really quite weak.” She wouldn’t mentioned that this weakness stemmed from another Slytherin boy that the younger blonde had fell for and then he crushed her dreams. That on the other hand was appetizing to watch, but really, the free entertainment she was watching right now was much better than the one she had been watching.
She took her drink with a small nod in thanks before drinking one quarter of the alcoholic beverage that she enjoyed. Not too fast but she did want to get rid of it faster just so her eyes could stay pinned on the very nice view which had quickly changed to Rabastan sitting down next to her, stretching and her heart skipped as she could see his arms rippling in just the right fashion, not too many disgusting muscles but she knew he could take down anyone in one blow. His stomach twisted slightly and a few goosebumps ran up her arms which quickly died down as his attention was put on her again. Scoffing slightly as she finished her drink, she set it down slowly, bending over while she put the drink at the end of the bed on the floor. “I’m not discontent, just curious.” That was a complete lie seeing as her eyes were starting to show a bit more of what she truly thought, seeing as she drank her drink a bit too fast so that she wasn't able to control the effects on her body all at once. “I would hope not, I doubt any room service lady could afford anything like this.” But then his skin gently skimmed her own and her body wanted and needed the warmth, letting it appear as if she was just changing positions, Jema’s body had actually moved toward his fingers, but she hoped he hadn’t noticed this. Her own fingers trailed to where his towel was, pulling against it so it came down a few centimetres, a seductive smirk on her lips and her eyes filled with something much like lust, but in all in a very promiscuous fashion. “And I met some bell boys on the way here, but none of them dressed as nicely as you are Rabastan.” His name came out in a light purr, and her eyes and smile said two different things, one being something she didn't really want him to be able to read, afraid of the consequences and the second being contempt that she was still keeping him on his toes.
