Sari Everlast

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Sari Everlast

Full Name: Sari Everlast
Preferred Name or Nickname:Sari
Original/Canon: Original
Age: 20
Date of Birth: December 24
Main Character Classification: Rare
Character Type: Vampire
Power(s): The usual vamp stuff - enhanced sight/smell, immortal... you know the drill
Sexuality: Bi
Side: hmmm... she likes to think she's good, but the line's a little blurry sometimes.
Hometown: Seattle
Current Residence: Nowhere




Eye Color:Brown
Hair Color:dyed black
Height:5" 9'
Body Type:athlectic
Distinguishing Marks:lots of piercings
Tattoos and Piercings: lots. Sari has facial piercings in her eyebrow, nose, bottom lip and several in each ear, and a surface piercing on her left wrist. Sari has a tattoo on her chest and a full back tattoo that covers her biceps and halfway down her left leg.
Vehicle (if you wish): Black Yamaha R6 (bike)

Personal Style (write a short paragraph):
Sari is oft seen in what could pass for goth clothing, lots of black and dark earthy colours. Black bondage trousers or leather jeans and a long leather duster. Her hair is cropped short and when it starts growing out, she'll gel it into a mohawk. She lines each eye with khol and wears black lipstick. Her footwear favourites are large boots; New Rock or Doc Martins. Her ears have several piercings and none of her earrings match and around her throat she wears a leather band with large spikes.




Likes (3 at least):
- Heavy rock/industrial music
- drinking
- smoking
- fighting

Dislikes (3 at least):
- waking up next to last nights one-night-stand
- sappy pop music
- girly girls
- sunlight

Strengths (3 at least):
- Stronger and faster than humans
- enhanced sight/smell
- Determination

Weaknesses (3 at least):
- hasn't learned to control the bloodlust
- dead mans blood
- decapitation
- mixtures of certain herbs will dull her sense of smell

Fears:
- one day she'll go too far and kill someone she likes
- hunters
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Biggest Secret(s):
- the fact that she's a vampire

Personality (write a decent paragraph):
Sari is very determined and comes across as arrogant and cocky. Her inability to trust others or get close to anyone makes her seem hostile and abrasive. She still goes out to the nightclubs, though. She likes to pick someone up and take them back. Their place, obviously, it's easier to leave that way. One night and she's gone. No one gets close. Aaaand if she bites a little too deeply in the throes of passion... it's not like she kills them every time. Most of the time they put the light-headedness down to having too much to drink and sleep it off as a hangover.

If asked personal questions she will generally make something up as an answer; truth doesn't come easily to her. She's struggling with what she's become so will often walk away, mid-conversation, if she feels like she may be losing control. She likes the power and strength that she has now, but hates the fact that she needs to drink blood, refusing to give up human food.




Family and Friends:
Father - Carl Proctor (presumed alive)
Mother - Emily Proctor (presumed alive)

Enemies and Rivals: Sari views most people as an enemy at first.

History:
Sari was a fairly normal child, although she didn't have many friends. Then puberty hit and she began changing. Smoking, staying out late, making friends with "the wrong crowd", underage drinking and wearing punk clothing.

Her parents were disappointed when she dropped out of school without graduating. They tried to lay down the law with their errant daughter, but instead ended up arguing, with Sari finally storming out of the house and telling them she was moving in with her jobless boyfriend. Her parents tried calling her, and even came round to see her, but Sari refused to talk to them. They persisted for several weeks, but finally stopped trying. They left after telling her that their door would always be open if she wanted to come home. So far, Sari hasn't taken them up on their offer, going so far as to change her name so they wouldn't track her down again.

She spent her nights in underground nightclubs and following her boyfriend as his band played in seedy bars.

Sari has only been a vampire for about eight months. She was turned whilst hellishly drunk, at a house party that her boyfriend and his band were playing at. Her creator encouraged her to feed for the first time, and offered her the band. Sari, still blinded by the pain of turning, mindlessly slayed her friends and boyfriend before passing out.

When she woke, the house was on fire and her creator lay, headless, near the door. From what she can piece together of the night, hunters followed the nest and slayed the vamps before setting the house alight. How she was missed is unknown, although she's putting it down to an inexperienced hunter, or the fact that there were so many dead bodies and she was just overlooked in the rush to get the hell outta Dodge.

Being so new, she is still struggling with gaining control over the bloodlust. She hates the taste of blood but loves the rush, the high, that feeding gives her. She's also loving the power and strength that come with being a vamp, although the heightened senses thing, the smells and the hearing, can be overwhelming at times.






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Everlast, Sari

RP Sample (required):
She walked through the town silently. She had nothing to fear from its dark streets. Most of LA’s residents recognised the look and respected the distance she required. The last 3 months had been hard, lessons taught and learned quickly. She’d realised that she needed blood less frequently than she thought she would, and had taken to feeding every couple of weeks. There were some, she knew, who fed often. Nightly even. Roaming the city in gangs of four and five. Attacking stragglers, loners. Sharing kills between them. She preferred to hunt alone, choosing her victim carefully. Following them, learning their routines, their strengths and weaknesses.

She wasn’t looking for a victim now. She’d danced with a very pretty Latino girl not an hour before. The young girls’ blood coursed through her veins, adding a warm glow to her skin. She always felt stronger after feeding, senses heightened.

She walked swiftly. She was supposed to meet someone soon, and, although she wasn’t late, she liked to be there first. There was a skittering noise behind her, but she ignored it. A rat, she supposed. Or one of the city’s homeless looking for shelter or food. The noise came again and she slowed. This was closer. She heard the unmistakable *schwiip* of a knife being drawn from a sheath. She stopped and hung her head.

He stepped out behind her, pulling at her coat and spinning her round. Pinning her to the wall with one arm across her throat he held the knife in front of her. She looked at the blade, unconcerned.

“See this?” he asked, “Don’t struggle and I wont need to use it” He sneered, baring crooked yellow teeth.
She shook her head. “This just isn’t your day sugar. “She smiled softly, “You don’t know what you’re doing. Walk away now and I'll forget I met you”

At this he paused. This wasn’t how it usually went. They either struggled, in which case he made his point very quickly. Or they were pliant. No one had stopped to warn him before, not with such sincerity. He shook his head, it didn’t matter. She would either give in or die. He took the knife and pressed it against her cheek puncturing the skin and drawing a bead of blood onto the dull metal.

“Oh, you really didn’t want to do that” she sighed. “I’m going to count to three. I suggest you use the time to get a head start.” Closing her eyes she started counting. “One… two…” On three she opened her eyes. He stood there stunned as she licked her lips, showing off her pointed teeth. Moving quickly she grabbed the knife from his hand and threw it at the wall. With her other hand she reached for his throat, running and lifting him from the ground until she reached the other side of the street. The building slammed into his back knocking the breath from his body. His face turned a shade of purple, his feet kicking ineffectually against the brick.

She looked down at the ground two feet below them and he followed her gaze.
“Now, I don’t think I need to tell you again. Do I?”
He swallowed and shook his head quickly. She dropped him to the floor and continued on to her meeting.



I, Sari, have read the SITE PLOT and RULES and hereby agree to follow them, and stay true to the guidelines set by the site staff and to the ideals set in Supernatural.




Your name/alias: Kat
RP Experience: none
How do you prefer to be contacted: pm Katje Kanto

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