Post by Lauren on Feb 21, 2021 0:46:35 GMT -5
Full Name: Lauren Elizabeth Whitmore
Nickname/Alias: Lori, Lizzie
Age/Date Of Birth: 27 (November 17, 1993)
Race: Human
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Play-By: Blake Lively
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Likes (At Least 3):
❤ Knowledge
❤ Weapons
❤ Gourmet food
❤ Felines
Dislikes (At Least 3):
✗ Green
✗ Fast food
✗ Weak people
✗ Lies
Fears (At Least 2):
☬ Failure
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Goals (At Least 1):
★ To be a great leader
★ Find a balance between duty and happiness
Personality: Lauren is an extremely deep and emotional person, she always combines both her brains and guts when she makes decisions and pretty much with everything, which is why she is very intense in all the things she does. She is a natural leader with a magnetic personality and seductive ways, and yet she can be very serious; but at the same time, her wits and sass keep her from being perceived as an overall too serious person. She can be a very calculating person when need be, and usually sees the big picture, sometimes so much that she can miss the details. Usually seen as a tough-minded and biting woman, she could be called a tough, cold person, but at the same time, she is caring, protective, and loyal when it comes to family and friends. This group of people is always her priority, putting them before everything and everyone else even if it might not be the fair thing to do sometimes. As a Whitmore, she feels there’s a lot of pressure on her, feeling the weight of having to be strong, capable, and overall outstanding, which both gave her the drive to be better and also fueled her already naturally arrogant personality. She’s ambitious and a perfectionist, and demands a lot from herself as well as the rest, which can make her a little controlling too.
Traits
✧ Determined
✧ Brave
✧ Loyal
✧ Honest
Negatives (At Least 3):
✦ Secretive
✦ Resentful
✦ Stubborn
✦ Arrogant
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History:
Alias: Thea
How did you find us?: Discord
Experience: Over a dozen years
Other Characters: Becca, Odette, Amber, Cas, JT, Janet, Heather, Bridget
RP Sample: The night was cold, colder than it should have been in the middle of summer even for New Orleans, and its dense fog. It was a thing, the weather acting weird whenever the witches were at it and Thea knew that all too well, remembering how things were back when she was a kid. Back then she didn’t understand it, though, and the fact that her mother had decided not to take part in the coven made her even more of a stranger to the magic within her blood. But now? Now that her childhood was part of her past and after her parents got killed by the witches because of the very same reason that had made her a normal human being, unbeknown of her family’s roots… now she was back to get rid of them all. And it was cold, so cold that the air chilled her bones and made her shake; or maybe the shaking was due to the anticipation and the fear of what the blonde was about to face. She wasn’t an expert after all: only a twenty years old girl with a mission and the will to go through with it: kill the witches, kill them all.
So she walked down the street towards the Saint Louis Cemetery No. 1 where she knew the coven would be, the fog keeping her eyes from what was more than a couple of steps ahead and the click-clacking of her boots the only sound as they hit the concrete of the road. No cars, no people, no animals. Black magic has that effect, you know? Keeping everything away when it’s acting and killing anything that tries to stand in its way. But the huntress was prepared. She’d gotten a very old gun, said to be forged in Hell itself and supposedly, it would kill any witch or monster or demon without a chance of them ever coming back. The Godkiller. So while walking, the young woman thought about how she’d gotten where she was: the way her aunt Patrice had tried to convince Allison —Thea’s little sister— to become a dark witch, a part of the New Orleans coven, how it had resulted in both sisters not talking to each other for over a year despite the elder Rogers’ attempts to fix things, to keep her baby sister from turning into such a pitiful, disgusting thing until there was no choice left but to kill every single witch in the coven. Her own family, her blood. But she was a hunter of the supernatural and killing things like the ones she was about to face? It was her duty. If only she’d been doing it for more than a couple of months now…
But now she walked, her attempts to keep her mind from veering into memory lane and anxiety from spiking into higher and higher levels failing miserably… it had been too long since the last time she’d been in the city and the huntress never thought she’d come back, even less to kill the witches that she so desperately wanted to ignore and forget. And as her brain wandered and her thoughts became more and more erratic, the white, thick walls of Saint Louis No. 1 became visible little by little, the black gates opened as if inviting her in and the fog coming out of them almost as if it was coming from inside of it. Maybe it was, she was about to find out. Stopping to check the M1911 that was tucked at the small of her back with the bullets created especially to kill witches and then wrapping her hand around the belt that carried the holster that kept the Godkiller safe, Thea’s blue-green eyes finally glanced up to read the plaque with the cemetery’s name on it. Just a moment, one moment to decide whether she could do this or not, whether she could take on a dozen unnaturally powerful witches all by herself only driven by the anger and resentment, the pain they’d caused. Questioning herself, she breathed in deeply, frowned, and cleared her throat as if trying to get rid of the feeling of a lump in there and finally, she took a step forward.
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