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Steam Name: Bourneco.
Steam ID: STEAM_0:1:40832902
Why do you think you should get this whitelist?: To be honest; I have no reason other than I want to roleplay and I think an Augustine Vampire would fit me quite well.
How long have you been roleplaying for?: 3 ½ years/ 4 ½ years.
Write the backstory of your character [No minimum or maximum length, use common sense and discretion]: Lila was born of Sarah Anvil and Daniel Anvil, she was born in New York. Her father, Daniel was an NYPD officer. Lila learned from both her father and her mother. Her father teaching her some of what she knows of firearms, and Sarah, what she knows of the human body, and medical treatment. Daniel was removed from the police-force after an officer-involved shooting in which he killed a child. Sarah took Lila and moved to Texas, here Lila was depressed, unable to come to terms with the fact that her father was gone. She just became a reclusive gun-nut, usually not leaving her Dallas home, having firearms /everywhere/, all of it bought by Sarah.
Lila and Sarah went to the super-market in the middle of the night. The moon held very, very high. Lila now aged 17. Sarah entered, but Lila decided to stay in the car. This might’ve been a bad decision, especially with the recent increase in murders. The trunk of their SUV was opened. Lila just thought it was her mother. The only problem was, it wasn’t. Lila looked back, but barely got her head a little bit around. Getting two fangs dug into her neck and getting it almost all taken. A Veteran Augustine- that was all it took for Lila to not be able to defend herself, all that she had did to try and protect herself, and this is the one thing that gets her... She didn’t believe in Vampires- until now. Who would question it, at this point? Especially if it LITERALLY bit you. She faded slowly in the back seat of the SUV… her blood being replaced with that of an Augustine… She slowly awoke in the back seat of the SUV- a growing hunger stirring in her.. her mother came to the vehicle. Not much of a show of a struggle was left, but Lila watched slowly as she entered the drivers-seat. Her eyes turning a dark crimson and her fangs coming out. She couldn’t stop herself. She grabbed her mother’s head forcefully and fed. Not with as much grace of the Veteran that had just an hour or so ago. Lila, disgraced by this action and with no real knowledge of what she /was/ commandeered the vehicle, and went wherever. She ended up in New Orleans, this, is where the roleplay starts… for Lila.
Give an example of Feeding RP [10 Lines min]:
** Lila peered around from the corner of one of the small apartment complexes around her. Her eyes watching the streets.
** Lila saw one lone jogger taking the street down towards her. She hadn’t had a good feed in a while. Her hunger was killing her. She was weak. Feeble.
** Lila slowly pulled her crimson-red hoodie over her head. Waiting until he came closer.
** Lila came out, “H-Hey… sir. Do you know the way to third street..?” she asked, looking into his eyes.
** The jogger spoke back to her. “Yeah. You take a north up here.. a north down here. Down that road.”
** Lila gave him a good look in the eyes. She didn’t have the dignity to kill without looking them in the eyes…
** Lila deemed him fit.. he seemed like a city-dweller. A fat-cat.
** The jogger asked.. “Can I move on? Or do you need anything else?”
** Lila smiled. Staring at him.. “Oh, no. That’s all. Thank you, sir.”
** The jogger went past her. Lila’s eyes went a crimson red and her fangs came out.
** Lila lunged forward, tackling him onto the ground and digging her fangs into his neck.
** She quickly pulled the corpse into the alley. Going there to feast, digging her fangs back into the two holes she made.
Give an example of Combat RP [15 lines min]:
** Lila slowly rose from the corpse in the alley.
** Lila slowly walked down the street. Watching for any threat to her.
** Lila slowly made her way down the crowded city street. A full-moon rose above her. She didn’t know.
** From the forest, loud howls emit. Coating the entire area in a blanket of noise…
** Loud pants and huffs were heard above her. Lila looked up, a Werewolf Pup staring down at her.
** Lila and the Pup had a stare-down for a few moments. Lila wasn’t moving with that pup there.
** The pup quickly attempted to jump ontop of her. Lila moved out of the way, but not without gashing her arm up a good one on the Werewolves claws.
** She decided to fly instead of fight. Taking off like a fucking bullet down the street.
** The Pup followed, trying to pounce her from behind…
** Lila was pounced. She quickly attempted to grab the Pup by the shoulders and force him off of her.
** She managed to do such, but not without gashing up her own shoulders. Lila quickly got up and got into a makeshift fighting-stance.
** The werewolf, undeterred went for her again. Trying to rush her and gash her side open with her claws.
** Lila was prepared for this attack, but she wasn’t exactly trained for combat. She did however manage to block his claws, and grab the pup by the neck.
** The werewolf was put onto the ground by Lila. Holding it’s neck tightly with her hand. Staring into the Werewolves eye, just as she would any human.
** Lila plunged her hand in. Digging it into the werewolves throat and ripping it’s trachea out. Having just recently fed.
** Lila stood slowly, and just dropped the trachea onto the ground. Taking off. She never looked back, heading through the dark alleys for a safe-haven.
Give an example of Passive RP [15 lines min]:
** Lila slowly sat back in the seat of the diner. Watching those around her- having taught herself to do so. Surveying them..
** People carrying on conversations.. people living on normal lives. Loving, living amongst her- but Lila knew this was no longer possible for her.
** Maybe it was her conscience, maybe it was stupidity, but she seemed to wish, if only for a moment, that she wasn’t this way. A killer. A monster. An outcast. Why me, she asked herself. Over and over.
** Lila slowly leant back in the chair. Having ordered herself nothing more than a glass of water to wash the coppery taste from her mouth that she oh-so loved and at the same time oh-so hated.
** The waitress came up and set the glass onto the table. “Will that be all, Miss… Ruby?” She said.
** Lila nodded gently. “Thank you, very much.” And threw a few wrinkled dollars her way. Tipping an imaginary hat.
** She slowly sighed and picked up the glass, staring into the crystal clear liquid that laid inside.
** She knew it would do very little for her. She gently dipped her finger into the glass.
** She pressed her finger and then removed it. Watching the water-droplets drip from her finger. Drip… drip… drip..
** All of the people around her. Still oblivious to the monsters and horrors living alongside them. Killers, either born or made to kill by nature..
** She sighed and raised the glass to her mouth. Taking a gentle sip from it and swishing the water around in her mouth, almost cathartically..
** Lila just leant back in her seat while she did this, the water picking up some dried blood and various other things from recent feeds..
** She gulped it down slowly. In portions. To remind herself to slow down and take things bit by bit..
** Lila gently leant onto the table with her arm. Her crimson hoodie draping across her shoulders still..
** She slowly unzipped the crimson red hoodie and looked down at her tee-shirt. It was beginning to age and it was slowly wearing out.
** She would have to look for another, she said to herself. She knew what she meant by ‘look for’, and that was the all-be-it honest truth. Kill out of necessity or gluttony- which one would it be?
** Maybe it was her conscience. Maybe it was stupidity. Lila got up, leaving the glass of water and two dollars on the table for the waitress..
Steam ID: STEAM_0:1:40832902
Why do you think you should get this whitelist?: To be honest; I have no reason other than I want to roleplay and I think an Augustine Vampire would fit me quite well.
How long have you been roleplaying for?: 3 ½ years/ 4 ½ years.
Write the backstory of your character [No minimum or maximum length, use common sense and discretion]: Lila was born of Sarah Anvil and Daniel Anvil, she was born in New York. Her father, Daniel was an NYPD officer. Lila learned from both her father and her mother. Her father teaching her some of what she knows of firearms, and Sarah, what she knows of the human body, and medical treatment. Daniel was removed from the police-force after an officer-involved shooting in which he killed a child. Sarah took Lila and moved to Texas, here Lila was depressed, unable to come to terms with the fact that her father was gone. She just became a reclusive gun-nut, usually not leaving her Dallas home, having firearms /everywhere/, all of it bought by Sarah.
Lila and Sarah went to the super-market in the middle of the night. The moon held very, very high. Lila now aged 17. Sarah entered, but Lila decided to stay in the car. This might’ve been a bad decision, especially with the recent increase in murders. The trunk of their SUV was opened. Lila just thought it was her mother. The only problem was, it wasn’t. Lila looked back, but barely got her head a little bit around. Getting two fangs dug into her neck and getting it almost all taken. A Veteran Augustine- that was all it took for Lila to not be able to defend herself, all that she had did to try and protect herself, and this is the one thing that gets her... She didn’t believe in Vampires- until now. Who would question it, at this point? Especially if it LITERALLY bit you. She faded slowly in the back seat of the SUV… her blood being replaced with that of an Augustine… She slowly awoke in the back seat of the SUV- a growing hunger stirring in her.. her mother came to the vehicle. Not much of a show of a struggle was left, but Lila watched slowly as she entered the drivers-seat. Her eyes turning a dark crimson and her fangs coming out. She couldn’t stop herself. She grabbed her mother’s head forcefully and fed. Not with as much grace of the Veteran that had just an hour or so ago. Lila, disgraced by this action and with no real knowledge of what she /was/ commandeered the vehicle, and went wherever. She ended up in New Orleans, this, is where the roleplay starts… for Lila.
Give an example of Feeding RP [10 Lines min]:
** Lila peered around from the corner of one of the small apartment complexes around her. Her eyes watching the streets.
** Lila saw one lone jogger taking the street down towards her. She hadn’t had a good feed in a while. Her hunger was killing her. She was weak. Feeble.
** Lila slowly pulled her crimson-red hoodie over her head. Waiting until he came closer.
** Lila came out, “H-Hey… sir. Do you know the way to third street..?” she asked, looking into his eyes.
** The jogger spoke back to her. “Yeah. You take a north up here.. a north down here. Down that road.”
** Lila gave him a good look in the eyes. She didn’t have the dignity to kill without looking them in the eyes…
** Lila deemed him fit.. he seemed like a city-dweller. A fat-cat.
** The jogger asked.. “Can I move on? Or do you need anything else?”
** Lila smiled. Staring at him.. “Oh, no. That’s all. Thank you, sir.”
** The jogger went past her. Lila’s eyes went a crimson red and her fangs came out.
** Lila lunged forward, tackling him onto the ground and digging her fangs into his neck.
** She quickly pulled the corpse into the alley. Going there to feast, digging her fangs back into the two holes she made.
Give an example of Combat RP [15 lines min]:
** Lila slowly rose from the corpse in the alley.
** Lila slowly walked down the street. Watching for any threat to her.
** Lila slowly made her way down the crowded city street. A full-moon rose above her. She didn’t know.
** From the forest, loud howls emit. Coating the entire area in a blanket of noise…
** Loud pants and huffs were heard above her. Lila looked up, a Werewolf Pup staring down at her.
** Lila and the Pup had a stare-down for a few moments. Lila wasn’t moving with that pup there.
** The pup quickly attempted to jump ontop of her. Lila moved out of the way, but not without gashing her arm up a good one on the Werewolves claws.
** She decided to fly instead of fight. Taking off like a fucking bullet down the street.
** The Pup followed, trying to pounce her from behind…
** Lila was pounced. She quickly attempted to grab the Pup by the shoulders and force him off of her.
** She managed to do such, but not without gashing up her own shoulders. Lila quickly got up and got into a makeshift fighting-stance.
** The werewolf, undeterred went for her again. Trying to rush her and gash her side open with her claws.
** Lila was prepared for this attack, but she wasn’t exactly trained for combat. She did however manage to block his claws, and grab the pup by the neck.
** The werewolf was put onto the ground by Lila. Holding it’s neck tightly with her hand. Staring into the Werewolves eye, just as she would any human.
** Lila plunged her hand in. Digging it into the werewolves throat and ripping it’s trachea out. Having just recently fed.
** Lila stood slowly, and just dropped the trachea onto the ground. Taking off. She never looked back, heading through the dark alleys for a safe-haven.
Give an example of Passive RP [15 lines min]:
** Lila slowly sat back in the seat of the diner. Watching those around her- having taught herself to do so. Surveying them..
** People carrying on conversations.. people living on normal lives. Loving, living amongst her- but Lila knew this was no longer possible for her.
** Maybe it was her conscience, maybe it was stupidity, but she seemed to wish, if only for a moment, that she wasn’t this way. A killer. A monster. An outcast. Why me, she asked herself. Over and over.
** Lila slowly leant back in the chair. Having ordered herself nothing more than a glass of water to wash the coppery taste from her mouth that she oh-so loved and at the same time oh-so hated.
** The waitress came up and set the glass onto the table. “Will that be all, Miss… Ruby?” She said.
** Lila nodded gently. “Thank you, very much.” And threw a few wrinkled dollars her way. Tipping an imaginary hat.
** She slowly sighed and picked up the glass, staring into the crystal clear liquid that laid inside.
** She knew it would do very little for her. She gently dipped her finger into the glass.
** She pressed her finger and then removed it. Watching the water-droplets drip from her finger. Drip… drip… drip..
** All of the people around her. Still oblivious to the monsters and horrors living alongside them. Killers, either born or made to kill by nature..
** She sighed and raised the glass to her mouth. Taking a gentle sip from it and swishing the water around in her mouth, almost cathartically..
** Lila just leant back in her seat while she did this, the water picking up some dried blood and various other things from recent feeds..
** She gulped it down slowly. In portions. To remind herself to slow down and take things bit by bit..
** Lila gently leant onto the table with her arm. Her crimson hoodie draping across her shoulders still..
** She slowly unzipped the crimson red hoodie and looked down at her tee-shirt. It was beginning to age and it was slowly wearing out.
** She would have to look for another, she said to herself. She knew what she meant by ‘look for’, and that was the all-be-it honest truth. Kill out of necessity or gluttony- which one would it be?
** Maybe it was her conscience. Maybe it was stupidity. Lila got up, leaving the glass of water and two dollars on the table for the waitress..
