Post by risikajameson on Oct 22, 2009 22:33:55 GMT -1
Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome to the stage::
Risika Jameson!!
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Oh, I must confess.
I am overdressed.
Are you not impressed?
Darling, I want to.
I’ll confess this, too.
Must you know the truth?
This is all for you.
Darling, I want to destroy you.
I am overdressed.
Are you not impressed?
Darling, I want to.
I’ll confess this, too.
Must you know the truth?
This is all for you.
Darling, I want to destroy you.
Hold the press!!
Don't go wasting all your applause just yet, save some for Lacey. They have been treading the floorboards for exactly 17 years and they have been totally female!! She has been in the spotlight roughly one year , and they're loving it!!
And now for the good stuff!!
We have a new kid on the block, going by the name of Risika Elizabetha Jameson, but only their mother calls them that; you can call them Risika, Risique, Ris ! Rumour has it this dudette is a totally hoopy frood; so Mum's, lock up your sons and daughters!! They've been cruising the streets of London for 111 years now, after coming into this god forsaken world on the eleventh Octobre.
Here's the vitals!!
Race::Vampyre
Special Abilities::Biokinesis. This is where she can transform her genes into those of any other human. (Basically she can change her appearance.) She is still trying to master this great skill that she discovered she had years ago.
Hypnosis. Risika can influence or persuade people to do things she wants them to by looking into their eyes and almost hypnotizing them with hers.
Family::Risika is part of the Family of Blood.
Position in the Family::Royalty
The physical!!
The hair::Risika’s hair is dark and long. It is very wavy and accents her face and figure perfectly. It is often a drawing factor in young men seduced by her.
The eyes::Her eyes in the natural state are a midnight blue.
The body::She is rather slender, but curvy. She is of medium height, around 5’6’’.
The style::Risika usually wears attire that is black or dark. Depending on her mission or motive, she might where something simply more seductive. She dresses formally when needed, but tends to do her own thing while mingling with all the common people.
The looks::
Risika has porcelain skin and stunning features that run in her family. She is slender with an hour-glass figure and a sick macabre mind at times in which she uses all of this to her advantage. She has some tattoos that she keeps hidden while she is among the stock, but other than that she flaunts them when appropriate in her world. When she shifts herself into different figures, her tattoos remain in place. They are the only revealing factor, otherwise her disguise is prestige.
The mental!!
The likes:: Risika loves blood. The taste is simply reviting to her. The metallic taste sends sensations to her.
She also likes literature. Her family has a vast library in which she spends much time.
Risika is also very artistic. She enjoys drawing, especially the men and women that she makes her items. She enjoys tactic planning, also, planning out every detail that she will do to her victim.
The dislikes:: Wolves or any other dogs for the matter. She dislikes those from the House of the Moon and just any other animal similar to these beasts she finds simply revolting.
She dislikes water. She almost drowned when she was younger and she is deathly afraid of being anywhere near big bodies of water. She doesn’t even enjoy the rain.
She doesn’t like people who complain. She finds them whiny and bothersome.
The hopes:: She wants to find a mate and someone to fill the empty void inside of her.
She also wants to accomplish something. Perhaps help her brother rule?
She would like to see her Deimos again if every possible.
The fears:: She is extremely afraid of water.
She is afraid of anything happening to her younger sister.
She is slightly afraid of what the future will have for her.
The talents::Risika is a talented artist. She paints and draws still-lifes so accurately that it is as if looking in a mirror.
She is a very good seducer and temptest.
She is very tactic and skillful in achieving things in michevious ways.
The bad habits:: Risika can tend to be a pacer when she is bored, anxious, or nervous.
She is not a good sleeper or rester. She is constantly up and ready.
Whether an oral fixation or now, she is a chewer. It seems as if she needs oral stimulation constantly so she is always chewing on something.
The attitude::
Risika is a very beautiful creature. She is calm most of the time and quiet. She is highly intelligent and strategic. She thinks a lot about the people in her life and she is constantly wondering about the important people out of her life. She gets what she wants if she does it herself. She hardly asks anyone for anything, she’ll do it herself. She is independent, but needs someone to trust in and help her even if she won’t admit it.
The rest!!
The parents::Didier and Elizabetha Jameson
The siblings::Emerson, Mason, and Lily
The others::Deimos Mortimer
The social class:: Upper
The history::
Risika was born as the third child of her family in the 1800s. She lived with her parents in the wealthier part of London. During the summers her family would visit her grandparents in France. The children were raised by both English and French tongues.
Once while still in London, riots and fighting began to break out in the small French village where his parents lived. Correspondence between the French manor and his became harder and more scarce as time went by. Soon, nothing was heard from them at all. He left London to go and try to save his mother and father and bring them back with him to London. While over in the village, he saw much bloodshed and dark things that he could never fully recall everything to his children. When he arrived at the home, he found it ramsacked. He entered with much anxiety to find the bodies of his parents demented and mutilated. With horror he backed away with tear-filled eyes. As he turned to leave, a dark figure blocked his way. The figure had glowing red eyes and a wide toothy grin. The vampyre attacked Didier and as the minutes went by, he began to loose consciousness until finally everything went black.
Didier awoke when he thought he should have been dead. Sharp pains ran up and down his body and his eyes now saw new shadows. He growled violently as the new quench for thirst serged through his body. Months he wandered, drinking the blood from first animals, but it did not quench th lust he needed from humans. He began to drink the blood of man. One day as he was about to attack a family, he heard the husband call out the name Elizabetha to his wife. Didier stopped instantly for he remembered the wife he used to have. After that, Didier learned to control his hunger for blood and any temptations so that he could return home. He learned the vampyre ways.
On the day he did return home, he was greeted by his children. They thought him dead. He asked about his wife, but they told him that she had been ill for a couple of months. He ran to approach her bedside. His hand came up and rested on the side of her face. Her skin was so white that she almost looked like his kind. Her eye lids fluttered open for a brief moment to take in his face one last time and then she closed them to remain shut forever.
Deimos remorced for his beloved even though she was human. He made a final decision that night. When his children became of a decent age, he swore he would change them to his kind, so that they would have eternal life like him. He didn’t break that promise for he changed three of his children. Risika was changed by a different vampyre.
The Mortimer family had been a friend to the Jamesons. Deimos Mortimer was the oldest son, and the heir to the wealthy family. Risika fell madly in love with him for she saw something deeper, darker, and beautiful about him. Deimos knew of her love for him and he too shared some feelings of attration towards her as well.
Deimos brought Risika back to his house in the middle of the night. Nobody else was home and that worried her. The house was dark, but the smell of blood was thick in her nose. Deimios saw the look of panic in her and smirked. As if it didn’t even phase him he expoused that he had just murdered his filthy family. Only his sister had survived. There he revealed himself to be a vampyre. Frightened at first, Risika tried to resist his bite, but he cooed darkly that it would only hurt briefly and that afterward they would be together forever. Risika gave in even though he would have taken her blood nevertheless. That night Deimos changed her and proclaimd her as his forever.
Risika lived with Deimos in his mansion for almost one hundred years. He taught her his ways of vampyrism. They both discovered her supernatural powers. Deimos harvested these gifts and helped her to strengthen and use them, but did not allow for them to go beyond his will. She stayed loyal to him and he to her. One day Isla Mortimer, his sister, returned and murdered Deimos. She knew what he was and how to kill him. Risika was both frightened and heartbroken. She remained in the house until later she rejoined her family from her previous life.
The rest!!
The RP sample::
Thirst seemed to blister Risika’s throat as she walked into the pub. The smell of men and sweat swept through her nostrils and caused her mouth to quiver slightly with anticipation. She glanced around the bar finding that all eyes had locked onto her when she opened the doors. Not many women would dare transcend these bar doors and Risika knew it, but she was not just any woman.
She walked with a confident stride toward the bar in the back of the room. She slid onto a high raised stool and pulled her bare legs up and crossed them, making sure that they were very well noticable. She ordered a beer and the bartender cooperated within seconds. Risika smirked at the reactions and attention she was getting. It never got old. Shortly afterward a glass was placed in front of her. Risika looked at the mouth-gaped man and flashed a seductive smile. His eyes grew wide, but he soon shook his head as if he was coming out of a daze and walked off, avoiding eye-contact with her completely. Risika noticed a wedding band on his left ring finger. “How precious,” she said with a slight tint of sarcasm under her breath.
She looked at her reflection that was being mirrored by the glass of beer. Her blond lusciously curled hair framed her new heart-shaped face perfectly. Her eyes made from pools of jade glistened. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a row of men with stares transfixed on her. “I like it, too, boys,” she thought, talking about her new appearance. She licked her lips seductively while still looking at herself. She then raised the glass to her full red lips and took a sip. The beer tasted like common air to her and gave her no fullfillment or pleasure; it was only for her performance.
“Such a beautiful, elitist woman sitting in an England pub. Do my eyes deceive me? Is she real or have I just about died.” Risika turned to the man that was sliding onto the stool next to her. He sat with his legs open and his hands resting on his knees with the elbows turned out. He turned towards her and positioned himself so that she was between his legs.
“Now tell me,” he started. “What’s a beautiful, innocent, little flower doing in a man’s house like this?” he said with a raise of his eyebrow. Risika could not help but to groan slightly and roll her eyes. She always hated this type of man. His hair was brown and cropped short and his eyes looked like small turquoises. A small amount of stubble formed around his face. He was attractive, but that was his only attribute.
Risika did not hide her distaste for the man, “That is strictly my business, Stock.”
The man’s eyebrows furrowed for a moment. “Stock?” he questioned with a mumble. He shrugged it off quickly, though, and continued on with his harrassement. “Does the beautiful damsel have a name?”
Her hatred for the man was growing, but then again this is what she got for mingling with the humans. She then decided to play this one out. Perhaps there would be something for her in the end. She batted her eyelashes beautifully and began to move herself closer to him. She licked her lips again.
“Elizabetha,” she said seductively. “What name does a charming, handsome, man like yourself hold?” She could not believe the words that were spilling out of her mouth.
The man seemed to have had an ego-boost from her playfulness. “This charming, handsome lad is named Gregory. Gregory Charles Williams. And I might I add, that is a stunning dress you have on, Miss. Elizabetha.”
Risika raised an eyebrow briefly out of disbelief. She then smirked at his compliment. Her dress was simple, but revealed a lot. It was low cut and displayed the bigger bust she had created for herself. It also showed off much of her legs. “Liza will do,” she corrected him.
“Liza,” he repeated with a hum.
She nodded automatically and edged a little closer to him. She allowed for her fingertips to trace from his shoulder down to one of his knees, lingering in a few places in between. She could feel his pulse quickening and she loved it. He felt so warm.
She looked him straight in the eyes for a moment. She didn’t even need to use her hypnosis charm on him. He was much too easy. “Do you want to get out of this place?” Risika suggested.
The man was barely able to swallow his spit; it was pathetic, but Risika kept her act up. “W-w-where would you like to go?” Gregory stuttered rising to his feet. Risika stood up with him and placed her hands on his shoulders close to his neck. The pulse inside his neck was almost unbearable as it taunted her. She felt him shiver from her icy cold hands.
“There’s a dark alley a few streets down. I’ve got an idea.” Risika turned toward the door and began to walk. She turned her head to the side to see him following right behind her.
“Perfect,” she thought. Deception was one of her strengths. She allowed for her jade eyes to transform back to their normal sapphire state. Her sapphire orbs then flashed red for the lust for blood was in her eyes.
