Post by Maira on Nov 28, 2007 2:16:02 GMT -5
Name: Sasha Carson
Age/Birthday: 122 (looks 19)/ September 3rd
Gender: female
Sexuality: hetero
Species: Mutari - bitten
Appearance
Hair Color: dark auburn red
Hair Style: medium curls to just below her shoulders, normally kept back in a french braid, only worn loose when she either has time to straighten it, or doesn’t have time to braid it.
Eyes: hazel
Complexion: a little darker than most redheads, can actually tan a little (after burning once)
Teeth: crowded but not overly so, elongated canines
Height: 5’5
Weight: 120 lbs
Fitness Level: she has a fairly high metabolism but she still enjoys running and swimming
Clothing Style: close-fitted for the most part but not overly revealing, she doesn’t like loose things tangling her up when she tries to move
Tattoos: a Celtic trinity and dragon design between her shoulder blades
Piercings: two in each ear, one in her right eyebrow, and one in her belly button
Scars: the normal
Personality
A bit of a bad girl, at least at first impression. She rides what would be called by most a crotch rocket, a nice dark crimson red with some black tribal decorations. She does have a bit of a temper but she hides it well. She’s the strong silent type until somebody gets under her skin, then she warms up slowly and lets more than her ‘hard-ass’ mask show.
The Supernatural Bit
Mutari
Bloodline: Fulmeni
Innate Power: electricity
Infected at age: 19
Contagion: bitten
Basic History
Parents: Brandon and Alexandra (both deceased)
Siblings: none
Close Friends: none currently
Significant Other: none since her husband bit her and turned her 103 years ago but willing to flirt/have a fling with the right person
Interests/Hobbies: cooking, running on the beach, building sandcastles, riding her motorcycle in the country/mountains
Education: finishing school before she was bitten, has continued her education at will since then so a bit of college but no degrees
Intelligence: more street smart than book smart, but she remembers her social graces as if they’d been drilled into her head only yesterday.
Occupation: a chef at an upscale restaurant along the beach in Cedar Valley
Place of Residence: a nice loft apartment about 3 miles up the beach from her work
History
Life at the turn of the century wasn’t bad, it was just different from how it is now. Sasha knows this all too well as she has now lived through both. She was born in 1885 to a respectable couple, she grew up and was educated the same way any girl of the time was and shortly after returning from finishing school she was married. The marriage was more one of convenience than anything, her chosen husband was to be her father’s successor in his business as he had no sons of his own. He’d been training the man the whole time Sasha was away and while her parents knew him quite well, Sasha had only met him when home on the holidays.
Sasha’s wedding night went mostly how she had been told it would, except for one huge exception. Her bridegroom grew fangs, bit her, and turned her into a vampire. When she awoke the next morning, everything she touched got electrocuted and she didn’t understand why. That’s when her husband explained to her in depth just what he was, and what his bite would mean for her life.
That night, as soon as her husband fell asleep, Sasha escaped from their bed, their home, and her past life. She never returned to her family, not once. She was too ashamed of what she’d been turned into. Only after being a vampire for nearly three years was she taken in by some of her own kind and taught that life wasn’t as horrible as she thought. When they found her, she was pale, skin and bones, and rather pitiful over-all. She had been surviving on as little blood as she could, in hopes of weaning herself off of the evil stuff. Only it never worked.
Eventually Sasha came to terms with her situation and she adjusted. She even flourished. After all, learning to be a vampire who controlled electricity was much more interesting than finishing school had been and she had left school at the top of her class. Though she learned to love what she’d become, Sasha still hasn’t forgiven her stupid husband for turning her without her knowledge. Of course, if she’d had knowledge she likely would have run screaming from the marriage bed but still… it’s the principal of the thing. He should’ve asked first.
As the years passed, Sasha reveled in the fact that she had been turned so young. She had eternal youth and with each passing year, more and more fun and interesting things came about for young people to do. Currently, Sasha is enjoying the status of being one of the youngest chef’s with her talent. She has had many, many years to play with her cooking techniques and study those of foreign countries (not that her current or past employers know this…). She also is enjoying the looks she gets when she puts on her riding leathers and takes off on her motorcycle, something her parents would turn over in their graves for if they knew. Luckily their graves are clear on the other side of the country so they will never know that their sweet perfect little daughter has turned into a bit of a hellion.
Age/Birthday: 122 (looks 19)/ September 3rd
Gender: female
Sexuality: hetero
Species: Mutari - bitten
Appearance
Hair Color: dark auburn red
Hair Style: medium curls to just below her shoulders, normally kept back in a french braid, only worn loose when she either has time to straighten it, or doesn’t have time to braid it.
Eyes: hazel
Complexion: a little darker than most redheads, can actually tan a little (after burning once)
Teeth: crowded but not overly so, elongated canines
Height: 5’5
Weight: 120 lbs
Fitness Level: she has a fairly high metabolism but she still enjoys running and swimming
Clothing Style: close-fitted for the most part but not overly revealing, she doesn’t like loose things tangling her up when she tries to move
Tattoos: a Celtic trinity and dragon design between her shoulder blades
Piercings: two in each ear, one in her right eyebrow, and one in her belly button
Scars: the normal
Personality
A bit of a bad girl, at least at first impression. She rides what would be called by most a crotch rocket, a nice dark crimson red with some black tribal decorations. She does have a bit of a temper but she hides it well. She’s the strong silent type until somebody gets under her skin, then she warms up slowly and lets more than her ‘hard-ass’ mask show.
The Supernatural Bit
Mutari
Bloodline: Fulmeni
Innate Power: electricity
Infected at age: 19
Contagion: bitten
Basic History
Parents: Brandon and Alexandra (both deceased)
Siblings: none
Close Friends: none currently
Significant Other: none since her husband bit her and turned her 103 years ago but willing to flirt/have a fling with the right person
Interests/Hobbies: cooking, running on the beach, building sandcastles, riding her motorcycle in the country/mountains
Education: finishing school before she was bitten, has continued her education at will since then so a bit of college but no degrees
Intelligence: more street smart than book smart, but she remembers her social graces as if they’d been drilled into her head only yesterday.
Occupation: a chef at an upscale restaurant along the beach in Cedar Valley
Place of Residence: a nice loft apartment about 3 miles up the beach from her work
History
Life at the turn of the century wasn’t bad, it was just different from how it is now. Sasha knows this all too well as she has now lived through both. She was born in 1885 to a respectable couple, she grew up and was educated the same way any girl of the time was and shortly after returning from finishing school she was married. The marriage was more one of convenience than anything, her chosen husband was to be her father’s successor in his business as he had no sons of his own. He’d been training the man the whole time Sasha was away and while her parents knew him quite well, Sasha had only met him when home on the holidays.
Sasha’s wedding night went mostly how she had been told it would, except for one huge exception. Her bridegroom grew fangs, bit her, and turned her into a vampire. When she awoke the next morning, everything she touched got electrocuted and she didn’t understand why. That’s when her husband explained to her in depth just what he was, and what his bite would mean for her life.
That night, as soon as her husband fell asleep, Sasha escaped from their bed, their home, and her past life. She never returned to her family, not once. She was too ashamed of what she’d been turned into. Only after being a vampire for nearly three years was she taken in by some of her own kind and taught that life wasn’t as horrible as she thought. When they found her, she was pale, skin and bones, and rather pitiful over-all. She had been surviving on as little blood as she could, in hopes of weaning herself off of the evil stuff. Only it never worked.
Eventually Sasha came to terms with her situation and she adjusted. She even flourished. After all, learning to be a vampire who controlled electricity was much more interesting than finishing school had been and she had left school at the top of her class. Though she learned to love what she’d become, Sasha still hasn’t forgiven her stupid husband for turning her without her knowledge. Of course, if she’d had knowledge she likely would have run screaming from the marriage bed but still… it’s the principal of the thing. He should’ve asked first.
As the years passed, Sasha reveled in the fact that she had been turned so young. She had eternal youth and with each passing year, more and more fun and interesting things came about for young people to do. Currently, Sasha is enjoying the status of being one of the youngest chef’s with her talent. She has had many, many years to play with her cooking techniques and study those of foreign countries (not that her current or past employers know this…). She also is enjoying the looks she gets when she puts on her riding leathers and takes off on her motorcycle, something her parents would turn over in their graves for if they knew. Luckily their graves are clear on the other side of the country so they will never know that their sweet perfect little daughter has turned into a bit of a hellion.