Anderson, Amelie

[Amelie Anderson]

GOOD LUCK TENDED TO AVOID ME

---------------------------------------- clearly today was going to be nightmarish

NO BLOOD, NO FOUL

------------------------------------------ i hope you enjoy disappointment

FULL NAME Amelie Anderson.
NICK NAMES Ellie, Lily.
AGE Nineteen Forever.
RACE Newborn Vampire.
LOYALTY Nomad.
BIRTHDAY Twenty First of January.
GENDER Female.
SEXUALITY Heterosexual.
POWER Amelie has the power to create pain in the form of illusion.

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I'VE ONLY ALLOTTED SO MUCH

----------------------------------------------------- time to make you stunning

PLAY-BY Blake Lively
HEIGHT 5’10
WEIGHT 135lbs
HAIR Long, lush blonde waves.
EYES Amelie once had the most beautiful blue eyes, the colour of nearly sky blue mixed with a dip of Caribbean turquoise. But since becoming a newborn, her eyes have been transformed to a terrifying blood red.
FEATURE Amelie’s best feature could possibly be her facial structure, she has a sharp jaw line with seems to outline all of her features.
STYLE Amelie loves big baggy knit jumpers from the eighties, they keep her warm and she loves the comfort factor. On a normal day she can be spotter in tee-shirts with tank tops underneath and skinny jeans. When she feels like it, she'll wear vintage-style dresses with big clumpy boots, anything vintage seems to pick her brains; she was born fifty years too late lets say. Amelie sleeps in old camp with usually just knickers on underneath, but if it’s cold she’ll layer up with joggers.

YOU AND ME. THAT'S THE ONLY

--------- thing that matters. the only thing you're allowed to think about now.

LIKES

+ Reading

+ Quiet Places

+ Cooking

+Love

+ Writing

+ Singing

+ Playing the piano

+Children

+ Family

+ Running

DISLIKES

- Being centre of attention

- Liars

- Bad cooks

- Fast food

- Hot weather

- Heights

- Arguments

- Selfish people

- Bad haircuts

- Bitten Nails

STRENGTHS

+ Loving & Caring

+ Problem Solver

+ Understanding

WEAKNESSES

- Bottles up her emotions

- Daring

- Clumsy

DREAMS Amelie’s main dream is to find someone who will love and look after her, someone who she can rely on with her deepest darkest secret – her history. Someone who accepts her for who and what she is.
OVERALL Amelie is a kind and loving person, and she is extremely protective of what she has, if someone attempts to take something that is not theirs, no matter who they are, Amelie will fight and protest to her maximum, not allowing it to happen. She is an extremely quick thinker and can be quite rapid with making decisions which can sometimes lead to be the best and other times lead to be not the wisest decisions. Nevertheless, Amelie has her weaknesses; one of them being taming her emotions.

She has a habit of bottling them up and at some point when someone upsets her, they all pour out into her mind. She is generally quite shy, especially when first meeting someone, but once she is common with the person, they can either be best friends or fatal enemies. Amelie prefers to stick to the back of a crowd, observing quietly and using everything she has heard to her advantage later in another conversation. It is a skill that proves to be quite powerful.

YOU COULD RUN FROM SOMEONE

-------- you feared, you could try to fight someone you hated.

HOMETOWN Sarasota, Florida
RESIDENCE Forks, Washington.
MOTHER Rebecca Anderson, Dead.
FATHER Thomas Anderson, Dead.
SIBLINGS Andrew Anderson, dead.
OTHER HALF None, open.
HISTORY 10th of November – The night that everything was turned upside down. The Andersons were a happy family, with a loving mother, a caring father and two young siblings; a boy and a girl, nothing could go wrong. Not until this night. It was 11pm and Mr Anderson had just switched off the last of the house lights, venturing up to bed to join Mrs Anderson, both of the children already in bed. When he got into bed, instantly he nodded off and the usual night began of a twelve hour sleep.

At around 11:30pm though, that night got a little darker. A hooded man mysteriously pick locked the door lock, sneaking in through the back door he silently climbed the stairs, the same stairs that Mr Anderson had climbed half an hour earlier. The man pulled open the parents door, to find the snoring parents, who were happily cuddled together. He pulled out one gun with one bullet and one knife, the piece of rope dangling from his pocket. He hysterically started laughing, obviously to wake the two up, which they did instantly, Mr Anderson exclaimed one word “Daniel” he said, the fear dripping in his voice, “I’m sorry …” The man pointed the gun at Mr Anderson’s head and simply shot, straight through his fore head, blood spilled everywhere as the man was killed instantly and the screaming Mrs Anderson was coated in blood.

The man stepped forward as Mrs Anderson coiled over her husband’s dead body, sobbing “YOU MONSTER!” she howled turning around, the eldest of the two children stepped through the door, Andy; he saw his father’s body and stopped dead looking hopelessly at the murderer. His mother screamed as she saw her son, “Andy leave! Quickly! I love you, your father …” she couldn’t finish as the knife was plunged into her heart and she collapsed, squirming, leaking blood and love.

Meanwhile Amelie had hidden herself in the cupboard, she knew that her mother and father had been murdered, she knew Andy was going to be murdered, she couldn’t bring herself to go and stand by his side, she was a coward. She had told him not to go but he had insisted. Amelie started softly crying as she heard muffles and strange sounds; she didn’t want to know what was happening. Minutes passed and then the murderer slowly descended the stairs, and Amelie sneaked out so that she could get a look at the murderer, he would pay one day. As he turned Amelie hid on the balcony, in the darkness, the man pulled down his hood, laughing immensely. He had ginger hair and big blue eyes, a face full of freckles, he looked perfectly innocent. He walked out the open door, into the blackness of the night.

Amelie stood up and returned into her parents’ bedroom. Her parents lay dead, perfectly still on the bed, but where was Andy? She could hear soft groaning sounds coming from the wardrobe so Amelie neared. Pulling open the door, she saw her brother stood on his tiptoes, with rope tied around his neck, attached to a coat hanger. Amelie quickly pulled it off, allowing his body to drop into her hands, “Andy I’m so sorry” she whispered tears streaming down her face, “Don’t worry Ellie” he coughed, “You’re safe now I have you, one day we’ll go get that man together, yeah?” he said coarsely, his eyes flickering shut. “No!” Amelie hollowed, “Andy please you have to stay awake” she whispered frantically, but it was too late, he had already gone.

Amelie sobbed for hours in her parents’ bedroom, clenching onto Andy, it was only later that the neighbours came in, discovered in shock horror the dead bodies and Amelie’s sobbing one before calling the Police.

One day that man would pay for what he had done.

Nineteen years old:

Amelie cursed as she walked out the door, her blonde waves cascading down her back and blowing backwoods in the wind. Once again this Foster family had been a disaster, no family seemed perfect for her, and no family ever would be or at least that’s what she told herself.

She just couldn’t take it anymore, so what that she had forgotten to cook dinner whilst both the Foster parents were out clubbing somewhere as usual. Baby Joel was left in her hands, and quite frankly she couldn’t care less for the misbehaving brat. When the parents came in and saw Joel drawing on the walls and Amelie sat reading a book, they hit the roof and Mr Cook nearly looked like he was going to hit her. Well social services could look after that because she couldn’t take it anymore, she was done, and Amelie decided she was just going to walk out. All these Foster Homes, they never worked out and she was better on her own.

And so she did, Amelie walked out of the house not turning back at any moment as she trekked into the darkness of the night.
“Hey baby” a Spanish voice picked up behind her, Amelie kept walking keeping her head down but within seconds the man was in front of her pinning her against a wall. “You going to ignore me?” he spat in her face, “A pretty un’ like you shunt’ go to waste” he laughed. She pushed him off “Get off me you pig” she growled and started to run. But he grabbed her and smacked her against the wall before pushing her to the floor. There he started kicking and punching her, “Nasty bitch, shunt’ of disrespected me” he laughed. Amelie felt bones break and she felt like she was going to pass out, or die. Suddenly the kicking and punching stopped, and Amelie opened her eyes as far as she could, the Spanish man was dead, decapitated on the floor and above her another man huddled over her. He was handsome to say the least and concern rose in his eyes, he leant down to her neck and bit, injecting his venom into her. Amelie didn’t understand, “I am saving your life” the man said softly, before turning and running into the night. Amelie screamed through the pain of turning, the fire within her roaring, it hurt so much. One last scream emerged from her throat before she blacked out.

Then after about an hour of her lying there, her eyes flashed open, new anger spread in them, a hunger only a vampire could want, a newborn. All the vengeance of her life collided into her new vision, the emotions she had felt all spread across her vision and she felt the need to kill, kill a human that was.

OUR VENOM IS THE ONLY THING
------------------------------------------------------------- that leaves a scar

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REAL NAME Liv
EXPERIENCE Five years.
PUPPETS Bella Cullen.
SOURCE Nat’s my friend!

RP SAMPLE The first night in three, whole years. Livvi looked at herself in her full length mirror and forced a smile; even though it was forced it was beautiful.

Her golden waves for once swayed around her face in little white, sparkling butterfly clips instead of being brushed back into a long pony tail. Her face was plastered with makeup that made her dazzle in the soft lights of the castle, her big, sapphire ocean coloured eyes twinkling with mascara.

But this wasn’t the best part. The most amazing thing of all was her dress. It was like a Cinderella dream dress, a tight white bodice with lace ties at the back, but once it reached the hips it flowed out into the open in a pool of white, dazzling sparkles, making her slim figure look elegant and truly amazing.

The truth was that Livvi had been looking forward to this night for nearly a year now, she adored the Fire Prince and enjoyed working in combat with him a lot, and they had mastered their skilful powers very quickly and advanced into the battle field in no time. Livvi’s cheeks filled with rosy blush as she pulled open her large, oak bedroom doors and stepped onto the stone. She gracefully walked across the balcony, instead of running or jumping as she did in combat. Livvi stopped at the top of the stairs and gazed down to the bottom, she waited for the Fire Prince to see her before stepping onto the first step.

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