Vicky Amelea Ravenwood

[Vicky Amelea Ravenwood]

* VICKY AMELEA RAVENWOOD !

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Full Name: VICKY AMELEA RAVENWOOD
Nicknames: VIC
Date of birth: 29 FEBRUARY 1924
Age: EIGHTY-SIX
Age appears: EIGHTEEN
Date Of Change: NOVEMBER 1942
Hometown: BOSTON MASSACHUSETTS
Species: VAMPIRE
Ability's: LIE DETECTION

Ability Description : VICKY'S ABILITY ALLOWS HER TO DISTINGUISH BETWEEN THOSE WHO ARE TELLING HER THE TRUTH FROM THOSE WHO ARE EVEN REMOTELY LYING TO HER.

height: 5'5"
weight: N/A
hair: DARK BROWN
eyes: CHOCOLATE BROWN
Identifying Features: N/A
Body:: VICKY IS 5'5" AND PETITE, WITH CHOCOLATE EYES, LONG WAVY DARK BROWN HAIR AND A FOX LIKE FACE. CONSIDERING SHE IS A VAMPIRE AND LOOKS ABSOLUTELY PERFECT AND DROP DEAD GORGEOUS IN EVERYWAY, THERE IS LITTLE IN THE WAY OF FLAW IN HER APPEARENCE, IF ANY AT ALL.
[Clothing: HIGH FLAIR FOR FASION
Face Claim: LEIGHTON MEESTER




Basic Personality: Vicky is a very independent, hot-headed, hard to please sort of person, with absolutely no tolerence and no sense of humour. Never letting anyone get close to her, she likes to keep to herself. The only mingling she does is strictly business, that is, vampire hunting business. She doesn't have friends and she doesn't care. This strong and disciplined personality of hers attracts loyal and faithful followers. It’s not just her personality traits that keep her followers in place, it’s the possibly of what Vicky is capable of doing to them if they decide to become disloyal and turn traitor. Vicky can be, well, persuasive - if you catch my drift.

Though Vicky appears strong and impenetrable, deep down, she is extremely vulnerable to emotion. This is because she does such a outstandingly unnatural job at blocking all emotion. There is always a weak link, no matter how strong the chain. She seems to have created within herself a hole where she traps all her emotions and encases her heart, ever since the traumatizing events of her parents' deaths. This is her way of dealing with it. Yes, very unhealthy - I know. However, this explains the reason why she is so careful to make sure no one gets in. And when I say no one, I mean not a living or dead soul on this earth has even the slightest chance of penetrating her barricade. But there are many flaws to this method of hers, and one day someone will find a way in. It’s only a matter of time.

likes:
INFLICTING PAIN
GETTING HER WAY
BEING IN CHARGE
HER APPEARENCE
BEING ALONE
PLOTTING
THE RAIN
QUIET, SECLUDED AREAS
THE COLOR RED
FASHION TRENDS
HAVING POWER OVER PEOPLE
BLACKMAILING
SEDUCING PEOPLE
DRINKING VAMPIRE BLOOD
dislikes:
VEGETARIAN VAMPIRES
LOSING
FEELING EMOTION
LIARS
NIGHTTIME
PEOPLE WHO THINK THEY KNOW EVERYTHING ABOUT HER
BOSTON
CROWDS
ANIMAL BLOOD
HAPPY PEOPLE
THE SUN
TRAITORS
HUMOUR
SHAPSHIFTERS AND HYBRIDS
strengths:
INDEPENDENCE
PERSUASIVENESS
HER ABILITY TO BLOCK EMOTIONS
STRONG, THOUGH FLAWED MIND-SET
weaknesses:
HARD ON THE OUTSIDE, SOFT ON THE INSIDE - IF YOU GET THAT FAR
VULNERABILITY TO EMOTIONS
SELF-CENTERED
QUICK-TEMPERED
Hobbies:
PLAYING WITH/TOTURING HER FOOD
PLOTTING AGAINST PEOPLE
MAN HUNTING (TWO MEANINGS...)
Occupation: VAMPIRE HUNTER, AND LITTLE BIT A SHAPESHIFTER ON THE SIDE
Highest Education Level Achieved: N/A

history: --400-700 words minimum. Give your character depth, don't just make him or her give the basics go into details about why they don't like shapeshifters or why they hate being a vampire if that is the case. Make their life seem almost real. You might find that you relate to the character even more.



Could these people do anything right? Was she expected to do everything herself? If there was one (of the many) things she hated in this world and in her profession, it was people who didn’t know what the hell they were doing. Vicky stormed out of the office into the well furnished, upper class Victorian living room. If there was anything that could remotely comfort her right now, it's the thought that though it looks like a hell hole of an apartment on the outside, it was penthouse on the inside. The Lancers owned this entire building, hiring it out like normal for civilians for money, and at the same time it provided them with a safe, comfortable headquarter. But even the flawless, rich furniture that Vicky was so accustomed to couldn't cool her down. Of all the incompetent fools that could have been forced upon her, it had to be this idiot.

Once again, Elliot found it within himself to once again endeavor to expand their forces by taking in yet another lost, homeless, brainless teenager who’s parents were slaughtered by vampires. Time and time again, Vicky had made it quite clear to him that just because someone has had a bad encounter with a few blood-suckers, doesn’t mean they will make a good Hunter. "Don’t forget, your parents died at the hands of Vampires as well!”, he always used to say. However, Vicky was different - and she knew it. Elliot was wrong, and she was right. This kid was just another one of her many examples of his foolishness. As much as Vicky respected Elliot for all he has done for her, there was a reason she was Second-in-Command. Elliot had one thing on his mind, to take down the Night World Society, and Vicky very much shared his passion, but that is no reason to become desperate. The Lancers needed skilled hunters, not pathetic, touchy teenagers who didn’t know the blunt end from the sharp end of a wooden stake.

Frustrated and pissed as ever, Vicky Ravenwood stormed through to the living room, her black stiletto pumps clumping on the wooden varnish, each step a loud, brutal punch to the floor. Wearing an extremely tight-fitting black sleeveless dress and her eyes as sharp as the chisel they were carved from. No one was looking at her, to scared to face her ice cold glare. What’s the bitches problem, you ask? Well, let me explain to clear up any confusion.

This boy, a recent new addition to the Lancers society of Vampire Hunters, had just returned from his first job as a vampire hunter. You could say it was his initiation hunt. If he successfully slaughtered the vampire assigned to him, then he would have proved himself worthy and therefore become a full pledged member of the Lancers. After having undergone all the necessary training and guidance needed to carry out this simple task, the boy had set off three days earlier. Everyone had assumed he had been eaten. It should not have taken as long as three days. So, as it turns out, he did survive and he decided to make his way back to headquarters to report. What he didn’t take into account is that if you escape a vampire, and don’t kill them later, there is a very big chance that you will find yourself with a stalker - and that’s exactly what this boy had. A vampire who quite possibly have followed him back here, who know probably knew of their little secret establishment here. No wonder she was pissed. ”Did we teach you nothing? You do not, under any circumstances, come back to headquarters unless you are absolutely certain you have NO FOLLOWERS!” Every word, filled with fiery venom, was aimed straight at the poor teenage boy, who could do anything to defend himself. She threw her gaze toward a very built man who was wearing dark sunnies, even though he was inside and gave him a tight nod before turning back to the boy. The large man nodded back and immediately set off for the door with two other men following. They were to finish the job.

Vicky slowly started to walk casually closer to the boy, her gaze as hard and piercing as ever. The poor boy didn’t know what to do. He was glued to the spot. Vicky kept moving closer until she was barely three feet from him. Leaning in toward his face, reducing the space between them to a foot, Vicky spoke in an acid whisper. ”Do you understand the consequences of your actions?” At first it appeared the boy was going to faint, but after a long, silent moment he nodded reluctantly. The next thing Vicky did sent a horrible vibe throughout the room. An evil smile formed on her lips. She leaned in even further, so she was now whispering into his ear. “You know, I don’t think you do.” After an extremely tense moment, she straightened up again, looked around and nodded at a woman now. She immediately took the boy by the arm and took him away, out of the room to an unknown area. No one apart from Vicky watched them leave. Everyone else’s eyes were locked on hers. Taking a long deep breath through her nose and closing her eyes, she spoke again. Her voice was a barely audible whisper to begin with. ”Will someone please GET ME A PHONE!” Almost in an instant, someone offered her a cordless phone. She snatched it out of their hand and was just about to dial when...

...there was a cough. Sighing with frustration, she shouted, "WHAT!?” Vicky’s gaze shot up to the door man who had just coughed. Immediately, something else caught her attention. There was a girl standing next to him. ”WHO IS THAT?” Vicky look the girl up and down. Oh shiz. Not another one of Elliot’s little charity acts. She looked like a school girl. What the hell was she doing here? The door man answered with no hesitation. ”She’s a Hunter, looking to join the Lancers.” The door man smirked. The same thing was obviously going through his head as was going through Vicky’s. There was no chance for this tart. It became obvious to Vicky, by the continued look on the door man’s face, that this girl had now bared witness to her regular hot-temper. Sometime during her little situation with the incompetent boy, no one but the door man noticed the signalled knocking at the door. Vicky continued to glare at the girl, as did everyone else in the room. ’What do you want?”[/font]
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