ELENI, zofie cyrille

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TEMPLATE FOUND AT THE TWILIGHT RPG: REVAMPED

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DO YOU WANT TO HEAR ABOUT THE,
DEAL THAT I'M MAKING?

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we can leave this world, leave it all behind
we could steal this car, if you're folks don't mind
we could live forever, if you've got the time
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ALL ABOUT YOU --
»» YOUR CBOX NAME: zofie
»» HOW YOU FOUND US: link-back on my site
»» OTHER CHARACTERS: empty!


INTRODUCING THE INCREDIBLE --
»» CHARACTER NAME: zofie casey eleni.
»» CHARACTER AGE: 53 but looks 17
»» GENDER: female.
»» SPECIES: vampire.
»» TYPE: vegetarian.


YOU SURE LOOK LIKE --
»» FACE CLAIM: ellen page
»» BUILD: tall, skinny, somewhat athletic build.
»» ANIMAL COLOR: n/a.
»» HAIR COLOR: dark brown, almost black
»» EYE COLOR: gold.
»» OTHER: her ears are pierced, but she rarely wears earrings. she used to have many scars before she became a vampire.

CONFESSIONS OF A --
»» SEXUALITY: hetero
»» LIKES: alternative rock, running, pet-animals, parties, being alone, drawing, writing, math
»» DISLIKES: pop music, being "normal", wild vampires, crowded rooms, science, annoying ringtones
»» SECRETS: how she became a vampire !
»» OTHER: she has an uncanny fear for fish, only while they are alive, if she is in the water. The feel of their scales freaks her out. While she is afraid of these, snakes and spiders are not a problem to her.
»» PERSONALITY:

THE FRIEND
Zofie trusts rather easily. But don't think that means she'll
trust everybody completely at a first meet. She gives a
little bit of trust to everybody when she first meets them,
then it slowly grows the longer they don't break it.
Therefore, Zofie considers herself to have a lot of "friends",
while other's may simply just call them acquaintances.
Once she becomes true friends with somebody, she is loyal to
the end, and will do anything to make sure they are happy.
While becoming her friend is rather easy, becoming an
enemy from that can almost just be as simple.

THE ENEMY
Once you betray that trust, no matter how minimal, be
prepared to pay. An icy stare is nothing to the words that
can come out of her mouth. She will plot to make your life
miserable without even thinking about it. Every time you
get on her nerves, it's another tick in the headboard. A
common word for her at these times would start with a B,
and she will treat you as some girls do when they are PMSy.
Getting from an enemy to a friend can be hard, but it is
possible. She values people who are strong, smart, and
quick-witted, and if you can prove this to her, not against
her, then you could earn her back.

THE LOVER
Zofie does not fall in love easily. She has seen many
relationships go down the drain and the effects on both
people in the end. She believes love isn't worth it. A boy will
eventually win her heart. She admires boys who are smart,
but not cocky about it, strong, and quick-witted. She wants
somebody like her, but more level-headed about friendships
that could show her how to live life.

THE OTHERS
Zofie is the excitable type, no doubt about it. Some may
described her as a spaz, very out of the box. This constant
peppiness can rebel a lot of people, but leads her to be trusted
to be the happy person in a group. She is fast, as all
vampires, but she had always been like that, even before she
was bitten. She admires hard-work, determination, and
education above all. But don't get her wrong. She loves a
good party, and won't say no to it! Becoming a vampire has
led her to find her true-self, so she doesn't really care what
anybody else thinks. They'll be gone eventually anyways.

»» WANTED POWER:
PROPHETIC POWER: her muse to draw all the time comes
from an underlying power that senses the future. she as able
to draw a scene from the a future date, however, is not able
to determine the people, time, or place unless it is shown in
the image. the drawings, and future, change constantly
with who is involved, and if anybody sees the drawings.

THIS IS MY PLAYGROUND --
»» RP SAMPLE:

Elita woke up early that morning, flitting down the stairs to the
Great Hall. Her hair was pulled up into a messy bun, and she was
in the basic skirt and sweater-vest that the Uniform called for. Her
silvery tie with the green stripes was tied around her head as a
headband. It held her bangs from her face, and it made her look a
bit less hideous in this outfit. She had awoken before the other
girls in her dorm, so she headed down to the Great Hall, knowing
that if they weren't up and about, most of the Castle was
probably asleep. She crept up the stairs from the dungeon,
following the halls as if she were a third year rather than a first
year. She had grown up knowing almost everything about
Hogwarts. It was now her new home.

When she made it into the Great Hall, people were starting to file
down from the other Commons, and there was already maybe a
hundred kids in the Hall already. She moved to the Slytherin table
as if she were going to her kitchen table at her house. She sat
down just outside a group of upperclassmen, setting up a few
things on her plate. She was still full from the night before, but
she knew that the first day would drain her and she needed the
energy that it would provide for her. The upperclassmen ignored
her, which was fine with her. She was waiting for her friend from
the train anyways. She better not be skipping breakfast. There
was so much that she needed to know.

A girl sat down a few seats down, across the table, nibbling on
some toast. She gave a nod towards her, looking along the rows
of people who had finally settled down. Emily ended up sitting just
one seat off from being directly across from her. Elita picked up an
apple, taking a bit into it before looking at the two girls. "Welcome
to Hogwarts. You two seem as dazzled as you did last night," she
said nonchalantly, picking at the skin that was shredding on the
fruit from her bit. She met Emily's eyes, giving a smirk. "I figured
most wizards and witches knew about this place since they could
walk," she continued, cocking her head to the side. Her tone was
snide, but she never grasped the concept of not growing up
surrounded by the most amazing things in the world.

NOTHING HAS CHANGED AT ALL --
»» FAMILY: Mother by the name of Elita Daina deLaima, she was never married to the father, but gave Zofie the last name anyways. Her father is named Nathan Eleni. Nothing is known about him. She has no siblings.
»» HISTORY:

Zofie was born a snowy day sometime in November. Of
course, she doesn't know much about this day, because she
had just been born. She would be called a "bastard" child
from the day of her birth, but Zofie would never let this get
in her way. Besides, what did it matter what other people
thought? Dad's were off working all the time, so what
difference was it if they weren't there in the first place?
That was her mom's thinking at the time, but she never
knew that it wasn't herself that put those thoughts in her head.

Other than that, she grew up a pretty normal life. She was
a 3.5+ student, leader of the track team, and aiming
towards becoming a professional author. That was, until she
met Atticus. He was her first real true crush, at the age of
fifteen, and they fell in love about five months into dating.
He was the kind of boy she was looking for, and it didn't take
long for them to start planning their future together. But,
there was always something off about him. She could never
quite put a finger on it, but he was different in someway.

It was the day of her seventeenth birthday, Atticus told her
that he had a surprise for her. They met at his house, he
served her some lunch, and they watched a movie together.
They kissed, they laughed... Until things got a little out of
hand. Atticus just lost control of his hormones, she argued to
herself. But it wasn't hormones that was bothering him. It
was bloodlust. Unbeknownst to Zofie, he was a vampire, and
he had skipped out on a feeding the night before for reasons
unknown. She had felt him bite her neck, and she cried out
in pain. Suddenly, a burning feeling overwhelmed her, and
Atticus left so quickly, it was as he was never there.

It was several days later when the burning stopped, when
she awoke again. Everything different, strange. The house
that was Atticus' was empty, except for a bag of, jello?, blood
on the couch beside her. The smell, even through the plastic,
was too much, and she bit into it eagerly, smearing the
blood about the place. That was when Atticus returned. It
was only for a short while, a few years at most, where he
helped her control her newborn side. Then, one day, he left.
She has been alone ever since. She has been free-roaming by
herself for forty-five years, trying to find out where she
truly belongs in this chaotic society.