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[♥]Berlin[The Bitch]Massocts
« Thread Started on Dec 12, 2006, 2:09pm »

Username: blackrose

Name: Berlin Massocts

Nickname: Lyn, Pookie( Special People Only…)

Gender: Female Last Time I checked

Age: 21, But is actually 350

Species: Vampire

Birthday: 22/4/1665

Sexual Orientation: Bi Sexual, Bending both ways.

Powers: She’s Vampire, she has none.

Weapons: Nothing but her Own body and she chose’s to use it.

Appearance: Berlin is rather tall, standing at 5’8, He5r build is slim and curvy, including around her Hips and yes her breasts. She’s proud of her body and has no problem showing it off.
Her Face is Shortish and Her body looks like it may be able to snap in to.
Lyn is very white, she looks almost like a ghost and she does have an obsession with keeping her teeth white. Especially her fangs.
Having a dead body seems to be a good thing as she hardly ever gains weight.
Berlin gives off the impression that she’s snobby, Which is quite right. She’s often in short clothes and has no problems with herself.
She’s a pretty little Minx , She’s well built with enough to spare for her Male Friends……

Relations:
[♥]Tiff-Little Sister, Human turned Lycan, no idea where she is now, but is Reported alive.

[♥]Lance-Father, He was human and died in the 1700’s

[♥]Brittany-Mother, Was reported living a few weeks ago, Her mother is also Vampiric, But they do not speak.

[♥]Her sire- Him she cannot Remember, But it was an interesting turning, which I shall Discuss later.

Personality:Berlin is a snide cunning temperamental bitch. It’s likes she’s always Pregnant!
Depending on who She’s around, she can be the little Play bunny or the snide bitch. She’s just not generally nice person, Which she gets off her mother.
Berlin can be of course, The perfect little tease, She’ll taunt the men and give them what they want and Try to take life for the Girls around her hard as possible. She’ll walk all over them until they are flat.

And Of curse, Berlin wouldn’t be perfect without her little Sweet girl act, She can be such a cute little childish girl, wanting to snuggle up t you, and comment on how lovely and Pretty you are……but then again, We can’t all do that can’t we?
But there more then meets the eye.
Berlin is a little messed up, Her mother was Weird, rubbing off on her, she only knows her way pf life, She has a hard time trusting other people, only person Who’s never let her down is Tiff, because she never had anything to prove in the first place.
She’s completely given up on her human side, living for three things, Blood, drugs and Sex.
In prettier words of course….

History: Berlin, was born and Raised in the 16 Hundreds, like most, she was taught to dress eat walk talk like these days a princess would, Her fairly was rich, with a loving family and blah ,blah, blah. But this little minx wanted more. She started to hang around with the ‘Big Boys’, her parents disapproved, well her father did, Her mother would just smirk, like she knew something they didn’t. Berlin was often offered drinks and Drugs, course there were very few females where her ‘gang’ would hang around. Most were Inside knitting or something, She’d given up on this, Tearing her dresses shorter so she could run with the boys, She doesn’t remember much of her child hood, But at the age of 16, She lost her innocence to her Sire, she cannot remember who he is, She forgot straight after, but she’d liked him, She knew that, she hadn’t understood what was happening when he’d bitten her, and she was to young.
But her body and face didn’t stop maturing till the age of 21.
She had given up the search for a ’True Love’ r anything of the kind, just drifting in-between the days and nights, hating the sun and Loving the moon until she figured out why, and she didn’t care, Let her Vampiric Side completely take over, Swallow her whole.
She was at the Funeral of her Biological father, She’d helped kill him, but the bite marks had been healed by then.
Berlin only saw him as her DNA, her real father was her sire, the one Who’d created her.
For about a century, she ran around causing havoc, Doing what she could to mess up others lives, it was in this time that Her Sister Tiffany was bitten by a Lycan, She was not surprised, she has nothing against the little girl, though Vampire and Lycan are meant o be at war, It does nothing to affect her.
Now She’s just teasing and Looking for someone to give to her forbid lust.
Picture:
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Watch The Pretty Flutter Bye....

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Ho-Hum, Life is hard

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Strike THE pose

Sample Role play: [This is Off a Horse Site, But I try to post as much as I can……]
Affliction. The Oak Hued Dove needed to clam down. She needed to collect herself from the sudden out burst she had just had. Arson, It was all His fault, She knew it wasn’t, but she could still blame him. Think deadly thoughts. This was insane. She was now thinking against herself.

Pillars thudded harshly along the ground. Nostrils flared. Tassel’s whipped at the Carved Façade of the Dove, Leaving light red marks. Thin layer of sweat started to build as she moved. She wanted a place, somewhere where she could juts be left alone. There were so many here…Already. Maybe joining a heard hadn’t been such a good idea? Oh Joy, She’d already made an enemy. Dark soul. The femme infuriated her. What’s worse, She’d gone out on a limb, almost…Almost defending Arson. He had turned around and snapped at her. Saying unruly things. It didn’t hurt, She was a big girl now. She’d learnt, yet again. You can’t trust anyone but yourself.

The area was clean cut, Away from the main Crimson pool. Immediately she went about. Placing her scent every where. She was calmer now. Blood no longer pulsed through her. Clearer thoughts came in. she should apologies for her behavior. It was no point Living with Others who hated you, and you them. Especially under the control of a brute, Larger and stronger then herself. She had wit, She knew, But it wasn’t going to get her far. Yes She could be cheeky and obnoxious.
She warned others of this before they met her, If given the chance. Pillars Locked. She was tiered. No greatly upset, In fact she hadn’t really cared. She didn’t fight him, Not Physically. No teasing, Games, But her Witty Simple comebacks had seemed to cause a stir.

Affliction knew who she was. This was not it. Normally clear headed and Content. She though a lot, Yes, But was stubborn. Banner shook itself. Dyed mud clumps fell as she did. It was good to have tension. It kept her on her toes. But this was a little to extreme. She was changing, or she had. Perhaps it was jealousy? But what she got to be jealous about? A Pitch Mutt, Child of Satan who thought Her was The Bess Knees, Being flirted with by a Dove, No smarter then a dead fish…? Was she insane? ...But it triggered Another Thought. Why was she jealous anyway?

Razors had been rubbing together. Oak Painted Pelt was clean. Apart from the occasional spot. Nothing here to do. Nothing But Perhaps sleeps. Not such a good idea. After all, she was living near a pool of Blood, It wasn’t as if no one would come and attack her if she lay, Mistaking her for a dead carcass. No, She’d wait until dawn to rest.

Affliction Stood. Shadows Raced over her body. The Tree Branches swishing this way and that, Making Patterns On Her Pelt. The Oak Dove let out a sigh. This was better, To be at peace. To be one with the world around her. She had to ask herself .What was she doing here? This was no place for her. It was quiet clear to see she wasn’t social. So why was she here? In a heard with about a 100 others Doves, All of which she was sure she’d not get along with. Her Individuality felt squeezed. Confined, almost as if it was slowly fading. Doing what was best for herself, that’s what she should think about…She’d Leave, Maybe…….Affliction had to make the decision…….Perhaps a smaller Harem? Maybe juts wonder by herself, Stopping every now and then to speak with randoms…Her Future un-decided………….Though She’d stay if given reason.

[By The way, I know not to use all The Words like Auds and Things, It’s my work, I’m just to lazy to write up another Post