Post by Deleted on Feb 7, 2015 1:53:01 GMT -5
Full Name: Solveigh Yee Prevedello
Nickname/Alias: Sol
Age/Date Of Birth: Ancient, looks to be around 26
Race: Siren
Occupation: Sugarbaby
Species Group:Monster
Play-By: Blake Lively
Abilities
• Saliva – In the spit of a Siren, there’s a chemical that provokes feelings of happiness and love.
• Mind reading – The ability to sense what and who would be attractive to her victim, so she can lure them in.
• The ability to manipulate her appearance to look like whatever her victim likes. Red hair, brown eyes, tall, short, Asian; anything.
• Sirens can only be killed by a bronze dagger dipped in the blood of one of their victims.
Special Inventory
Special items that are bought from the store will go here.
Likes (At Least 3):
❤ Men, obviously
❤ Women too
❤ Pretty things
❤ Designer bags
❤ Singing
❤ The ocean
Dislikes (At Least 3):
✗ Dirty things
✗ Liars
✗ Being hungry
✗ Children
✗ The patriarchy
Fears (At Least 2):
☬ Being ugly, physically, she dislikes her appearance as a Siren.
☬ Being killed by a hunter, or a demon, or an angel. Basically just being killed it general.
Goals (At Least 1):
★ Get a lot of men and make a lot of money
Personality: Solveigh really has no care in life, except for feeding. You could call her a very free soul. She doesn’t worry about things like money or clothes or having a car because there’s always some drunk, rich man that she can seduce into loving her and buying her things. Then, when she’s done with them, or they’ve given all they can give, she eats them and moves on to the next one. Someone will always want her. While the majority of her cares about money, there is a tiny little part of her that is caring enough. Even though she doesn’t like children, Solveigh would never kill a kid. She sticks mostly to wealthy men, or women. Really, whoever has the most to offer at the time. She isn’t completely cold and heartless. If you’re good enough to her, and spare her or something, she will return the favor. She’s loyal to her alliances. Though she drives a nice car and wears nice things, she doesn’t flash about her wealth. That would attract attention as to where and how she gets her money, and Solveigh doesn’t want that. She mostly tries to fly under the radar and just stick to seducing men and taking their money.
Traits
✧ Witty
✧ Compelling
✧ Charismatic
Negatives (At Least 3):
✦ Manipulative
✦ Over-eager
✦ Sharp tongue
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Parents: N/A
Siblings: N/A
Other Family: N/A
Important Others: @darius
History: Sirens have been around since ancient Greek times, and so has Solveigh. She’s quite old. Supposedly she and all other Sirens, are daughters of the storm God Achelous or Phorcys. There was never any childhood for Solveigh, no teenage romance or love story, no growing up and getting married and having kids. Because when you’re a siren, that’s not what you do. In her younger, impressionable days, she would lounge about on islands with her sisters and sing to sailors. The ships would turn and crash against the rocks and then they were all hers. The way they looked at her, the love, the innocence, and they had no idea what was even about to happen to them. Solveigh killed and sang, and lived in a life with complete freedom and beauty. She worried about nothing for years, so many years.
And then that all changed when hunters came and destroyed her sisters and sent Solveigh fleeing for her life. She was relatively young and inexperienced, but quickly learned that she could seduce men into doing as she asked. And these certain men could all have certain aspects about them that she found particularly attractive, like money or good looks. Her years were spent seducing men, saving up money, and doing lavish things. She partied and drank and was merry, getting passed around like a bottle of whiskey, everyone wanted a sip of her. For many years, this was her life. Seducing men, taking their belongings, and killing them.
Solveigh would party with God’s, bath in golden tubs, wear flashy jewelry, and become the envy of every woman she met. That was what made her happy. The attention, the way they wanted to be her. But, after a while the spark just wasn’t there anymore. And then Greece got boring, so Solveigh left and went to Canada. Things were different there, nice, but not the wealth she was looking for. So she came to America. Now, the majority of her time spent is acting, modeling, or just being a sugarbaby. It’s her thought that if she has to kiss and seduce an 80 year old man, she should at least get paid for it. Other times she just relaxes in John Whatever’s mansion in wherever, nowhere. Solveigh isn’t the type to really get attached to anyone, unless they’re another siren. And she hasn’t found one yet. You could say that she’s got a bit of a rue against hunters, and if she had the opportune moment, there would be no hesitation to kill them. Now her life consists of making money, sleeping with sexy guys, and then killing them. It’s a good life, and she’s content with it.
Alias: Sofie
How did you find us?: Old site
Experience: LONG PERIOLODICAL TIME
Other Characters: @asmodeus, @allocer, @hadley, @valentine
RP Sample:
Some nights were impossible, and this was one of them. Remy was tired, and annoyed at nearly everyone that entered the club. It seemed like every little girl was up here trying to get the boys at the bar to give her a free drink and the men were no better. They swaggered up to the bar like they were the toughest boys on the block and started calling her ‘baby’ and ‘honey’, like they had a chance at getting it in with her. Not all of them were ugly, or entirely unattractive, but she preferred her men to be a little more composed. Remy was working a double shift because some asshole couldn’t be bothered to show up to his shift, and that just added to her anger. Who did that? A person that ditched work deserved to be fired, and Remy seriously hoped he did. She hated wishing bad things on other people, but wouldn’t be terribly upset if the guy got fired. This wasn’t some child’s play job, and despite the looks she received when she told people that she was a bartender, you had to know your shit. There were hundreds of varieties of drinks to have to memorize, and the more drinks you made the better you became at it. The more you knew the drink, the faster you could mix it up, and that led to a larger tip. No one wants to wait for their drinks.
All those little flips you could do with the bottle, those came with due time. Remy could do about half as many tricks as everyone else, and that caused her to feel nothing short of utter humiliation. She had a need to be better, a need to be the best. And a realization that her bottle flipping skills couldn’t compare to those of the more experienced, older bartenders. The basic flips and easy little spins on her heels she had down, but ask her to do anything else and there’d be shattered glass all over the floor. Remy hated it, and the envy she felt when people clapped and cheered for the other bartenders was at an all time high tonight. Stupid Davis was showing off for some brunette with legs ten miles long and a tan so dark that you could practically smell the tanning lotion coming off.
Rolling her eyes, Remy poured a couple shots of tequila for a lady and then went back to wiping down the counter and making sure all the bottles were clean and full. This was the boring part of her job, wiping down bottle after bottle. Couldn’t have a single sticky one, or a half empty one, or anything that looked messy and in disarray. So she wiped and straightened and poured drinks and kept looking at the clock every five seconds, wanting her shift to be over already. Remy yawned and looked over at Jeremy, he was still flipping bottles. She furrowed her eyebrows and scrubbed the counter a little harder. Just as she was about to yawn again, like they’d sensed that she was bored and on cue started up, two obviously drunk guys started yelling at each other. That really wasn’t anything new, yelled and fought around here all the time. You called over the bouncer, or security, and that was that. But this time was different, much to her entertainment. These guys were big, drunk, loud, and they’d started to throw punches. So a couple random people tried to step in and be heroes, and they ended up getting sucked into the fight too.
Oh man, was this good. But she had to step in, now it was getting serious. There were multiple security guards rushing around, trying to pry the fighting people apart. She could hear their panicked voices on their walkie-talkies, and that was enough for her to understand that this was big. There usually weren’t massive fights like this, at least not that she’d seen. But she’d only been there a couple of months, so maybe this was a common thing. Either way, Remy stepped in. Not that it was really her place, but she didn’t want anyone to actually get kill tonight. Moving quickly around the counter, she pushed her way through the thick crowd and grabbed the back of some guy’s shirt. Yanking him back roughly, the man whirled around, slapping her arms away. He looked like he was about to hit her, and she braced herself for it. But he didn’t, and instead just stormed off, shoving his way through the mass of people.
Adrenaline pumping through her veins, heart thudding loudly in her chest, Remy moved in on another guy. This guy was actually bleeding, all over. Blood ran down out of his nose, over his lips, onto his shirt, and onto the ground. Remy grabbed him by the arm, and at first he pulled away. But she tugged him on until he followed her over to the bar and sat on one of the stools. Remy leaned over and grabbed a few paper towels, then handed them to the guy. He didn’t need to be bleeding all over everyone over there, it was gross and messy and not okay. The guy tried saying something, but he was way too drunk for it to actually make any sense. Remy just pushed more paper towels towards him and tried to keep an eye on the fight still happening. While security had managed to clear up a huge chunk of the fighting people, some die-hard fighters were still going at it.
Behind her a man started yelling, but she didn’t think anything of it until she was sandwiched between two screaming men. What were they yelling about? Remy didn’t have the slightest clue. All she knew was that the bleeding guy was standing up, tossing the paper towels to the side and grabbing for the other man. That was it. Remy put both her arms out, shoving them both apart as much as she could. But she wasn’t anything special, and the men easily pushed right back. If there was something she hated above all other things, it was getting pushed around. In a furious moment, Remy turned and shoved the bloody-nose guy down onto the stool. “Just sit down!” She yelled, her voice holding enough of a demanding tone that he listened. Spinning around to the other man she pushed him back with both hands this time, so it sent him reeling backwards. Remy almost ordered him to leave, but she couldn’t think of any clever way to put it. People in movies always had the coolest catch phrases, yet she couldn’t think of a single one. Security stepped in before she really had a chance to say anything, and led both men out.
Remy bit her lip, watching the crowd slowly disperse. So she’d wanted exciting, but maybe next time she’d try for a little less exciting.
All those little flips you could do with the bottle, those came with due time. Remy could do about half as many tricks as everyone else, and that caused her to feel nothing short of utter humiliation. She had a need to be better, a need to be the best. And a realization that her bottle flipping skills couldn’t compare to those of the more experienced, older bartenders. The basic flips and easy little spins on her heels she had down, but ask her to do anything else and there’d be shattered glass all over the floor. Remy hated it, and the envy she felt when people clapped and cheered for the other bartenders was at an all time high tonight. Stupid Davis was showing off for some brunette with legs ten miles long and a tan so dark that you could practically smell the tanning lotion coming off.
Rolling her eyes, Remy poured a couple shots of tequila for a lady and then went back to wiping down the counter and making sure all the bottles were clean and full. This was the boring part of her job, wiping down bottle after bottle. Couldn’t have a single sticky one, or a half empty one, or anything that looked messy and in disarray. So she wiped and straightened and poured drinks and kept looking at the clock every five seconds, wanting her shift to be over already. Remy yawned and looked over at Jeremy, he was still flipping bottles. She furrowed her eyebrows and scrubbed the counter a little harder. Just as she was about to yawn again, like they’d sensed that she was bored and on cue started up, two obviously drunk guys started yelling at each other. That really wasn’t anything new, yelled and fought around here all the time. You called over the bouncer, or security, and that was that. But this time was different, much to her entertainment. These guys were big, drunk, loud, and they’d started to throw punches. So a couple random people tried to step in and be heroes, and they ended up getting sucked into the fight too.
Oh man, was this good. But she had to step in, now it was getting serious. There were multiple security guards rushing around, trying to pry the fighting people apart. She could hear their panicked voices on their walkie-talkies, and that was enough for her to understand that this was big. There usually weren’t massive fights like this, at least not that she’d seen. But she’d only been there a couple of months, so maybe this was a common thing. Either way, Remy stepped in. Not that it was really her place, but she didn’t want anyone to actually get kill tonight. Moving quickly around the counter, she pushed her way through the thick crowd and grabbed the back of some guy’s shirt. Yanking him back roughly, the man whirled around, slapping her arms away. He looked like he was about to hit her, and she braced herself for it. But he didn’t, and instead just stormed off, shoving his way through the mass of people.
Adrenaline pumping through her veins, heart thudding loudly in her chest, Remy moved in on another guy. This guy was actually bleeding, all over. Blood ran down out of his nose, over his lips, onto his shirt, and onto the ground. Remy grabbed him by the arm, and at first he pulled away. But she tugged him on until he followed her over to the bar and sat on one of the stools. Remy leaned over and grabbed a few paper towels, then handed them to the guy. He didn’t need to be bleeding all over everyone over there, it was gross and messy and not okay. The guy tried saying something, but he was way too drunk for it to actually make any sense. Remy just pushed more paper towels towards him and tried to keep an eye on the fight still happening. While security had managed to clear up a huge chunk of the fighting people, some die-hard fighters were still going at it.
Behind her a man started yelling, but she didn’t think anything of it until she was sandwiched between two screaming men. What were they yelling about? Remy didn’t have the slightest clue. All she knew was that the bleeding guy was standing up, tossing the paper towels to the side and grabbing for the other man. That was it. Remy put both her arms out, shoving them both apart as much as she could. But she wasn’t anything special, and the men easily pushed right back. If there was something she hated above all other things, it was getting pushed around. In a furious moment, Remy turned and shoved the bloody-nose guy down onto the stool. “Just sit down!” She yelled, her voice holding enough of a demanding tone that he listened. Spinning around to the other man she pushed him back with both hands this time, so it sent him reeling backwards. Remy almost ordered him to leave, but she couldn’t think of any clever way to put it. People in movies always had the coolest catch phrases, yet she couldn’t think of a single one. Security stepped in before she really had a chance to say anything, and led both men out.
Remy bit her lip, watching the crowd slowly disperse. So she’d wanted exciting, but maybe next time she’d try for a little less exciting.
I (Solveigh) have read the site rules and understand them. The code word for the rules is: (batman)
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