Post by CECILIA ANNE COOK. on May 30, 2010 20:43:47 GMT
cecilia anne cook , --------------------
------------------------------ NINETEEN , VAMPIRE , PEACEKEEPERS , CLOSED OFF.
"WOKE TODAY, ANOTHER MEMORY PASSES OF YOU. SHADES OF GREY FROM T
HOSE THREE BROKEN WORDS THAT UNFOLD THE TRUTH. ------------------------"
A little about me. First off, my name is Ceci, although my full first name is Cecilia. You can also call me Cook, Cookie, or anything you can come up with. I’ll let you know if I don’t like it. Second, I hate when others take me for granted. If you ever so much as think about causing me any harm, I will knock you back into next Tuesday. I don’t take shit from anybody and I’m not gonna start from some peebody afro wannabee who doesn’t know the first thing about how to treat someone. And though I am on the peacekeepers side of the vampires, that does not mean I won’t kick your ass if you give me reason to. I am stubborn as fuck, by the way. I don’t give up in an argument and I always think I’m right. Although when I’m wrong it might take me awhile to admit it, I’ll admit it eventually. I’ll own up to my mistakes eventually, you just have to give me time. Time is what makes or breaks everything.
As for my appearance, well that should be obvious. I normally wear dark clothes such as black dresses with fishnets and a black belt to style it off as well as the usual accessories like necklaces and bracelets. Or if I want to be casual, I’ll wear a black skirt with black knee high socks and a vintage v neck tee. I like to wear plaid shirts but I’m not sure why, I’m just drawn to them. My hair is long and dark and I hardly style it unless I pull it back into a loose ponytail. It’s usually messy as fuck cause I don’t bother to mess with it in the morning.
How I was turned into a vampire is one of confusion to me even to this day. I was walking through the streets of London, nineteen at the time and loving my home town, just on the way to meet up with some friends at a pub. All throughout the night, I could swear I felt eyes on me but every time I glanced back, no one was there. After parting with my friends, I felt some sort of dark presence drawing me in. I followed it and I could hear some sort of voice leading my feet on where to go. Before I knew what was happening, I was in a dark alleyway and before I could turn back, I was pinned against a wall. I remember feeling intense pain as something bit into my neck and the bastard left me bleeding my heart out in the dark, but not after he made me drink his blood, though that whole memory is forever blotched in my head. I still can’t remember how the events played out correctly. I woke up a couple days later feeling much different. My body was aching as was my heart and I knew there was something wrong. This aching, it almost felt like I was hungry, but I knew it wasn’t for food, it was for something else. Something much more deviant.
It was then that I realized that I was stuffed somewhere dark. I was confined in something and I tried to scratch and claw my way out. I started screaming, praying someone would hear my cries. Alas, someone finally arrived but my heart sank as the coffin opened and my captor was revealed; it was the same vampire that struck me the night before. He released me from my grave and led me atop the cemetery on which he stood. I looked towards my grave and I felt a sense of loss. There went my past life, the girl who could go out and party whenever she wanted, who had a buttload of friends, who could entertain anyone who surpassed her expectations. Maybe I could still be that girl, but there would definitely be a darkness tainting my soul now.
Everything after that is a hazy, a big blur. I do remember, however, that afterwards, I felt much more refreshed, much more invigorated. I felt like I could conquer the world, like I could master any art I put my mind too. Once I realized what I had become, it wasn’t long before others joined me in the life of the undead. It soon became illegal to be a vampire and so I had to go into hiding so as to avoid being annihilated in some way. I joined the peacekeepers side of the vampires since there were other groups but they all approached situations with violence, especially when it came to humans, and I didn’t much appreciate that, especially since we were all human once. This fighting is so unnecessary and honestly, also rather immature. I mean, seriously, I’m one hundred and six years old now, you would think people would grow up by now. As I remember how old I am, it reminds me of how everyone I know now is dead. Dead and gone, dead and buried. I’ll never see them again and, honestly, I’m glad. Good riddance to the lot of them. I cried too many tears over them and none of them were worth it. Time seems to jump lately and I either can’t keep up or am too fast for the world. I don’t know if I’m late or the world’s just early.
HI, MY NAME IS MARIE. I'M NINETEEN YEARS OLD AND I'VE BEEN ROLEPLAYING FOR SIX YEARS. YOU CAN REACH ME THROUGH PM/CBOX/MSN/AIM/ETC AND I ALSO PLAY NO ONE. I'D JUST LIKE TO SAY <3.
MADE BY LILLY CAN'T BE TAMED OF CAUTION 2.0.
