Post by Gabrielle Harker on Sept 13, 2006 0:35:47 GMT -5
The Role-player
Name:
Macabre
Age:
16
How you found Anomaly:
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How long you have been role-playing:
A few Months
The Character
[/u]Name:
Macabre
Age:
16
How you found Anomaly:
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How long you have been role-playing:
A few Months
The Character
Name:
Gabrielle Harker
Gender:
Female
Age:
34
Race:
French English
How long have they been at St. Mary's?:
Just over two years
Position:
Senior Pathologist and Nurse
Training:
Before her two years at St Mary's, she had no previous training, but Diploma's in both Mental Pathology and Mental Health.
Appearence:
Perfect. That is probably the only word that could sum up the entirety of this young women. She really was perfect, but what was Perfection? Gabrielle's lengthy black hair fell down past her shoulders, naturally her mellifluous hair was straight, though she often curled it until the black mop formed ringlets that dropped only an inch or so past her shoulders, shorted from the curling. Her hair framed the females face perfectly. Her black locks bordering a pale heart-shaped face, falling over her ears and hiding them from sight as well as the sides of her face when she wore her hair a curtain way.
Gabrielle's face was pale. It did not look like Marble and was not ashen to the point that she looked deprived on sun, but it was a perfect pigment of white that made her radiant. Althought she did havea problem with the redness in her Cheeks. Often when she was stressed her Cheeks were blar up in hotness. She hated it, but it was just another thing. The contract of her face and her hair made her look even more so, of course. Upon her face lay petite, and very feminine features. Her lips were full and pink, as most women's were, almost always a smile carved upon them, which made her broad and oval chin a little thinner then usual. Her nose was normal, a simple female nose that had a slight point at its end which made her look alot like a child in the right lighting.
People often say that the eyes are the windows to your soul. Gabrielle's eyes were most defiantly the windows into her soul, and the most attractive, or so she believed, part of her body. Her eyes are large, a small black pupil surrounded by a dark brown iris. An almost inhuman hazel were her eyes, covered by think lashes enhanced with mascara. Gabrielle wore Make-up like a second face, although she never wore to much of it, there was always a dash of Mascara there, and a hint of Eye-liner there to make her look better then ever. Sure she could be a little vain, but alot of women were like that, Why couldn't see be?
Gabrielle's neck was thin and you could just see her collar bone before her shoulders. It was not unhealthy, in fact you could see the collar-bone of most women even if they are not thin, i suppose it is just a female thing, like the Adams apple is for men. Her shoulders were not broad, in fact they looked almost weak.. progressing down into average sized, and rather pale, arms. Her wrists were thin as well as her fingers which were long and bony, Her mother had always said she had perfect fingers for playing Piano, though Gabrielle had not accomplished that until her late teens. Gabrielle's bust was average, not to much to say as she did not like men who would stare to her bust for as long as they could, if scared her in a sick way. Her stomach was small, petite like a Ballet dancer, it was not often that she showed her stomach in public as she had a few small scars from childhood which she did not like publicised. One of the scars reached down three inches from just left of her belly-button, curving around her side, another above it and the last, and worst running from just below her bust line, down to above her belly button, though they were not visible under clothing of course.
Like almost everything else of her body, her legs were no different as they were still thin, though not as pale as he rest of her body. She had a small tattoo at the top of her thigh on her left leg, a small child which seemed to be cupid, eyes sparking and a halo around his head, clothed in a robe.. though it had all this detail, it was almost miniscule. Gabrielle's feet were lean and long, toes slender like her fingers though obviously not as long. Gabrielle had the body and the face of an Angel, it came with its imperfections and scars but over-all she was a beautiful example of a women.
Personality:
Most people believe that people who are beautiful on the outside, are sour on the inside. Alot of the beautiful women around the world proved this theory correct although alot of them don't. A women can be beautiful and human, and Gabrielle was the perfect example. At first sight, men and women alike tend to be intimidated by this Females beauty.. and of course the stereotypical 'Pretty' is supposed to be cruel. That as not the case. Gabrielle could be sour at times, but can't anyone? It is only human to feel angry or frustrated.. and sometimes it overcomes her usual kindness, though she tries to restrain herself, even in the hardest of times.
Generally, She is kind and caring. Gabrielle will give what little money she may have to spare to the people who need it most. To those who knew her well, she was open about most things.. though when around people she was unfamiliar with.. she seemed quiet timid and apprehensive to share her views or talk freely. She is easily embarrassed, and not very confident doing things that she has never done before, no matter what it might be, she trys accomplishes almost everything that she tries but because of her uneasy and self-concious nature she does not always sucseed. Yes, one of the few things that Gabrielle was afraid of was Heights, a imprudent fear of falling from a height.. it did not effect her greatly, though very tall buildings were sometimes a obstruction.
There aren’t many people in the world that Gabrielle has a problem with. She accepts people for who they are, and does not judge a person by there pasts and First Impressions mean next to nothing to her.
Overall, Gabrielle was a fine specimen of human being. Kind, caring, Generous and Beautiful inside and out.. accept when it came to the war of course. Yes, Gabrielle had a beautiful soul, and not just a beautiful face.
History:
Henry Harker was a Farmer. He had begun life in a poor family and eventually took over the family business of Farming and growing crops. He was not blessed with Money, nor was he particularly good looking, but he made his way through the world with his head high, proud of his family and what they had done, how thy had lived and how he now lived. He was smart, though never had enough money to go to University, he managed through Highscool with Flying colours, yet still went on to be a Farmer.
Lilith L'amore was French born and raised. She was the second of Five daughters to a wealthy French family who were all Witches. Lilith led a productive, rich lifestyle until she gave up all she knew to move to England, and begin studying to become a Forensic Pathologist. She met a young Farmer and eventually the two were Married. This Farmer. Henry Harker.
Lilith moved into the Farm with Henry, giving up her study to become a Mother to there Beautiful baby girl who was growing inside Lilith's womb. They were married almost as fast as they had moved in together, and not two months after that, Lilith and Henry become proud parents of Gabrielle Harker, who was given her Fathers last name. The name Gabrielle, meaning Messenger of God and both of her parents believing in god, the name seemed suitable.
Gabrielle spent the first three years of her life on the Farm with her Mother and Father, happy as ever. The family had succeeded in Farming of course, Henry had brought more land and now employed others to help him with his work, and Lilith went back School to finish her diploma. The three lived happily and easily, and on Gabrielle’s Third birthday, the small family moved to France, renting and eventually buying a small villa on the Seventh District in Paris, a bit of a down-fall from Lilith’s first French home, but a up-grade from the Farm in England. The lived there for Seven years, and Gabrielle attended a Primary school in the Sixth district, she rode the bus to get there like most of the other kids.
The small family moved back to England where Gabrielle attended Middle-School. She became highly interesting in Psychology at a young age, always questioning Why people did things.. why they wanted things and why they needed things. She would often read stories on the minds of Serial killers that her mother tried desperately to keep away from her, but Gabrielle's curiosity about the human mind was to great to hold back. She attending university and passed her diploma in Mental Health and Mental Pathology with flying colours, shortly after being offered a place at a, once world renowned, Mental Institution. St Mary's. She had been working there for two years to this day.
Your character loves:
-Mental Health
-Forensics
-Psychology
-Puzzle Solving
-The Star Wars Trilogy
-Psychological Thriller Movies
Hates:
-Conformists
-Immature People
-Anyone that refer to the Mentally Ill as 'Retards'
-Sharing Personal information
Home Town:
Wiltshire, England.
Roleplay Sample
This is for a Vampire Chronicles Roleplay
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Lestat De'Lioncourt
The Immortal Brat Prince
A brat. Sure that could have summed his up, but not entirely. He was a brat, among other things.. and although many people could not determine weather his Bratty-ness was a trait or a burden, Lestat De'Lioncourt could tell rather distinctively that it was a trait. It was apart of himself, his personality and his immortality, coming from his child-hood and caring on, it was one of the few things from his mortal life that he still had. For this he figured it was a defiant trait.. although others may not. Another thing that he had taken from his childhood was his mother.. that may sound rather strange but it was true. He had taken Gabrielle with him into the after-life, given her the dark-gift simply because if he were to do otherwise, she would be dead, a life-less corpse.. even more dead then she was now.
Yes, out of the few things that Lestat had taken from his Mortal years, his mother had the most value to him, not material value of course, but she gave him some of life’s simple pleasures again, things that you can not get from people you see on the streets or in bars. Things you can not pry from mortals as he world drink them dry, to the point where there heard gave one final thud, and synchronised with the thud of the body to the floor. Yes, his mother was most defiantly the closest thing to his heart. He would never forget the night that he had taken her, changed her into something better, stronger and more beautiful. It kept replaying over and over in his head to the point where he could speak every word, even that of Nicolas who stood outside the door. You could have called it an Obsession, but in truth she was his Mother, and was it such a crime to love the person who brought you into this world in the first place, to be infatuated with them almost..
It was because of this Infatuation that Lestat had felt so depressed when Gabrielle choose to leave him for a more.. indefinite lifestyle. She wanted to travel and Lestat wanted to stay put.. when she would put her life on the line and take risks, he stayed inside his castle dwelling on past mistakes and things to come. He knew that one day Gabrielle, His Dear Mother, would leave him for something better, weather it be another Vampire or another life, she would eventually leave him, and he would be alone again. Before that time came though, Lestat spent as much time with her as he could. She literally was his savoir as much as he was hers. The nights had been so full and alive with her, even when they were not so happy at all. For instance, that night with the master of the Coven inside the church, how he moved so swiftly and so seductively that even Lestat himself felt his body almost give into Temptation.. and later when the two of them together were faced with the task of saving all those Vampires who were not 'Pure' enough.
It had been that night when he had taken another. His dear friend Nicolas, and even as his mind body and soul implored him not to, his heart and the advice of Gabrielle told him otherwise, and he invited Nicolas into his life, into the life of the undead. Nicolas had not take it in his stride such as Gabrielle had. He did not accept that he was different until long after, when he seemed to be over-come by it. Nicolas befriended the same person who had imprisoned him in the first place, that seductive boy that Lestat had been drawn towards in the Church. Armand. And a few of his followers who had fled from his when he supposedly enough, seemed to be going mad. It is hard to explain, all the things that he did. In the end Nicolas, Armand and the few other Vampire begun a new act at Renulds old theatre. The Theatre Des Vampires it had been called, and people travelled from all around the world to see it, and Lestat, with Gabrielle at his side, Travelled away.
There had been something that Armand had told him before he had left. Something disturbing in a way that Lestat could not seem to forget. Armand had told him his life, or as much as it as he could remember. There had been one man that Armand had talked off, as a matter of fact he had been Armand maker, and Lestat had become just as infatuated with the thought of him, as he had ever been with Gabrielle. Maybe it was the sheer mystery of it.. Could this dear demon in red velvet still live, Apparently Lestat believed so. Armand had told him of how he was raised by this man, this devil in flesh that only rose at the dusk and laid back down to sleep at dawn, like an owl, a nocturnal human being, if he could have even been called that. He spoke of how this man had turned him when he was Nine-teen, and of all the amazing things he had seen and heard and felt. And how it was all snatched away from him in one night of fire and death. Marius was his name, a name Lestat was never, ever to forget.
Lestat did not know if it was this new Infatuation that drove his dear mother away from him, or just the erge for something better that she may have had. Lestat could remember the first time he had ever been truly worried about her.. one night back in Paris, she had told him that she was going to sleep under the sun, Of course this made Lestat jump, telling her over and over again that she would not live through the day, the first touch of light on her pale and delicate flesh and she would be dead. Gone. Forever. She had reassured him that she would be fine, and the sun would not touch her because she would be buried, beneath a thick layer of soil and leaves in the back court-yards of Lestat’s home. He had not really been able to sleep for that day, he sat up in his coffin, listening to the sound of mortals bustling about there busy and full mortal lives, utterly unaware that they might be stepping on a Vampire who had stopped for a rest. Lestat cursed himself for letting her even think of something like this. She returned the next night unharmed, rather dirty, but unharmed. Lestat was not a risk-taker like his mother. Not one bit.
It had pained him to see Gabrielle leave. He remembered so easily the exact night when she had told him that she was leaving for good. She had taken off for months on end before, but always had she returned, looking as radiant as ever, no matter how tattered her clothing was or how much mud was caked in her blonde hair. The two Vampire had been walking, up the Nile river from Alexander, the new city, to where they could see the Pyramids. They had ridden camel back half the way, before deciding to walk, and walk they did.. Gabrielle had made it clear to him that this was not the life that she wished to live, and with the recent news of her husband, Lestat’s father was life-threatening ill, had erged her even more to get away from this life and into something knew. She talked of it as if it was to be so easy. It might have been for her, but Lestat was a different story. Like the night that he had turned her, he could remember it word by word....no matter how much it pained him to remember.
They Cut of his hands.. Gabrielle.. they cut off his hands!
Life Without Gabrielle had been becoming almost unbearable for Lestat. Like every being on this earth he needed companionship, he was human and he needs to be loved, just like everybody else does. It is a necessity and so he went in search in other places looking for the same love. He had received a Letter not to long before now, a little before Gabrielle’s departure, that the Theatre was going a little down-hill.. Nicholas refused to write, the one thing that he was truly gifted at, as well as the violin of course. He refused it as if it would kill him if he complied. The letter told him that Armand, referred to as ‘Our Oldest Friend’ had cut off his hands, denying him blood until he wrote these plays.. and not long after, Nicolas put himself into the fire. Lestat should have been more up-set then he had been, but Nicolas and himself were not close anymore, no matter how they were in the past, brothers even lovers, he did not let it effect him.. knowing that that was just one more person he could not go back to. That was not a new thought for Lestat at all.. not after having Gabrielle leave only days after the news.
I had nothing to live for anymore, Nothing to fight for..
Lestat remained in Egypt, often travelling back and fourth between Cairo and Alexandra during the time of the wanning and waxing moons. He had no meaning anymore.. he needed something or someone to rely on and for them to rely on him. Without this meaning he was nothing, he had nothing and he meant nothing, just like every other Vampire on this earth. Was there anything left out there for him or was he just suck in eternity to dwell on past dues and regrets. Lestat wrote messages to Marius along the walls of every temple in Egypt, usually in languages that most of the Egyptians, even those who were highly educated, could not comprehend. He doubted that they would pick up on what Lestat was trying to say anyway. No mortal could have every understood. Marius was dead. He had seen it in Armand’s story and he had felt the fire burn Marius’s flesh as they threw him into it, then why was he still so sure that he was Alive? Call it gut instinct.. or call it a false belief in something he desperately needed to be true.
It had only just hit me that Eternity was not necessarily Forever
Lestat pondered his fate for a long time until it finally hit him that Eternity was not Forever. He could escape it. In the memory of Gabrielle had went to Cairo, walking for nights on end looking for the perfect place to rest, and during the days simply hiding out under houses in the dirt but never in the soil under direct light, Lestat, even though Gabrielle had proven to him that they could rest in the soil, did not want to do it until he found the perfect space.. or he could have just been scared. He wrote more messages to Marius, pointless and idiotic messages to someone who everyone believed to be dead, Lestat saw him die. He told himself to give up and let it be but his heart would not let him. Often he wept as he carved the messages into the stone using what little strength he had from the little blood he took. At Last he wrote his final message to Marius..
Marius..
I have left you messages all over the world.
I am giving myself to the earth.
If you are still alive. Find me.
If you are dead. I she’ll see you in the After-life.
Lestat De’Lioncourt
If i was to perish, i wanted to do it painlessly
And with that final Message Lestat buried himself in the soil. Falling asleep and not planning to awaken. He figured that time would just pass him by, and one day far into the future someone would finally dig him up and the sunlight would burn his flesh and send him into the after-life without ever waking. Lestat did not want to perish in pain, not did he want to feel his soul drift out of his body, nor the fire eternally burning him from the inside-out, and he did not want to feel the divine moment when he finally passed on. Lestat was afraid of that, but it was not a usual fear, it was like something that he could not even imagine, Death was the ultimate end.. or people believed so. Lestat did not waste his time dwelling on this though, he had decided on his fate and it was not going to change, no matter who tried to talk him out of it or what he may face beneath the earth in the first nights surrounded by mother earth. He wrote to Armand and the troop that they should no longer send him letters, although he did not tell them that he was giving himself into the earth, He could not bare it if they all turned up and tried to tell him not to follow his heart.
My Plan was to sleep through Forever, though it was pure ludicrous to think i could sleep that long. I had done it even-so.
Lestat had no idea how long he had been beneath the earth. The mutters of thieves and bandits seemed to have Awoken him, In fact when he had awoken it had taken a few hours for him to actually realise he was awake. He could see nothing, but he could hear everything, even if it was just the faint whispers to thieves and the hooves of Horses and wheels of Chariots passing by. Lestat was awake again. His body was drained, he must have been down here for a while due to the fact that he could not move and his senses were all blurred, including his hearing. His face had sunken in, and his body was ridged and brisk, the blood lust was almost nauseating, and he was painfully aware that he was no able to rise, even at his own will. He was trapped by mother earths body, unable to move and barley able to breath. What the hell have you go yourself into this time Lestat, he thought ascent-mindedly, listening once again to the sounds of the night, slowly being drowned out by the thudding of his own heart. He needed to escape.
I needed Gabrielle more then ever before then, I needed Marius, or Nicolas or even Armand.. I was trapped by the very thing i entrusted with my life.
He knew he could not raise on his own. He needed help and not by a Mortal, they would find him, they would see him and they would run. He looked like a simple skeleton with a thin layer of white skin spread across it. It seemed all the flesh on his body had been eaten away by time and wounds, almost like bed-sores were beginning to develop on his elbows and on the back of his legs. He knew they would disappear as soon as he feed, but how was he supposed to do that if he could not move. Lestat had gone over all possible scenario's.. He had even tried to talk to any Vampires in the area using the mind gift, though his strength was not strong enough to keep up with his will, and even if the Vampire had been walking on top of his earthly grave, he still would not have had enough strength to do so. It seemed the end was near, and the lack of blood would eventually leave him dry. He did not know if he could die from lack of the life-force.. he did not want to take the chance either. On the other hand the blood lust, if it got so severe, might give him the strength to move the earth on top of him.. he did not want to wait. He needed help and he knew it, no matter how much it pained him to admit it. Lestat could barely move his lips as hey lay there almost lifeless, in need or someone to come along and find him, help him. [/center]
