Post by PRESTINE DAVENPORT on Jan 29, 2012 1:10:06 GMT -5
PRESTINE CAPULET DAVENPORT
Play by: Amy Lee
Race/Species: Gargoyle
D.O.B.: December 25, 1924
Species Info: Like her brother, Prestine’s canines and molars were just a little pointier than the average humans. They're not very noticeable unless you're staring at them.
Age they appear: 28
Actual age: 88
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Features: Prestine’s eyes are piercing pale blueish gray, identical to her twin brothers. Her features are soft and gentle, giving her a misleadingly sweet and friendly look.
Sexual Preference [Optional]: Heterosexual
Ethnicity: Caucasion
Marks/Tattoos/Visible Scars: Prestine is covered in scars from her training. She doesn’t even recall what each is from, but loves every single one. On her right forearm is a heart shaped scar where she carved herself to show her adoration for a boy she had been temporarily smitten with.
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Flaws/Weaknesses: Prestine can fly off the handle at a moments notice, sometimes over things that seem irrational to others. She’s very strong willed, and wll fight for what she wants. She’s also a complete sucker for a cute face and a foreign accent.
Skills/Strengths: She is an excellent Guardian, and takes her role seriously. Similar to her brother, her instincts are good and she’s a fast, smooth talker.
Likes:
- foreign accents
- Muscles
- Rare steaks
- S&M
- The Color Red
- Sexual Roleplays
- Heavy Metal
Dislikes:
- Being Told What To Do
- Dogs
- Sarcasm
- Arrogance
- Poorly Made Things
- Catty Women
- Turning To Stone
Other Information: Prestine is bubbly and dark at the same time. She has a similar temperament to that of a cat; one secod she will nuzzle you and adore you, the next she will hulk out at you, claws blazing. You never know what will set her off, but she doesn’t bother holding back. Luckily, for most, she’s often cheerful, even if she’s into dark things.
History:
There were few things in this world that made Prestine truly happy. First, she adored all things tiny. It didn’t matter what it was, but if it was little, she loved it. Second, she loved nothing more than to be idolized like a queen or a goddess. She liked especially for men to kiss the ground she walked on and place her on the highest pedestal. She often found it easy to find stupid, weak willed men to fill this need. Lastly, she lived for tormenting her dear brother. Sebastian was Prestine’s very best friend, and also her greatest rival. The two could bicker back and forth all night, pretending to hate one another, but it was all a ruse. In the end she knew she could count on the arrogant little prick when she truly needed him.
Prestine wasn’t your typical Gargoyle. First, she was one of the few females that went the Guardian route, and she didn’t come out of it broken as some of the others had. That’s not to say she hadn’t been beaten into complete submission, but in a way she sort of liked the training. Sure, she had been permanently disfigured from it, but she liked those battle scars, liked the sting of an open wound, liked the power that came from being able to control how much she let it all truly affect her, and of course the feeling of being forced to submit completely so someone else. It wasn’t a sexual experience by any stretch of the imagination, but in a sick sense she sort of got off on the abuse.
One would think with a mind like hers she would have had to of had some sort of strange, traumatic upbringing, but it simply wasn’t so. Not according to Prestine, anyway. The Davenports were, for the most part, your typical normal Gargoyles. Prestine’s parents had been strict with she and Sebastian while they grew up, seeing as they themselves were Guardians, but they never took things too far. Sure, father lost his temper now and again and threatened to throw either of them off the roof, and had even gone so far as to hold them over the edge by their throats, but what parent didn’t do that every so often to drive a message home? It wasn’t as if he would really drop them. She sort of liked driving father to the edge like that, pun unintended. She liked to see how far she could push and what she found was she could push very, very far. Prestine was the type to toe a line and even cross it if she knew she could, simply just because. She needed no motives to do the things she did. Motives were beneath her. She did them because she could, and that was the way things worked in her world.
As she grew she found comfort in things less chaotic, like boys. Young boys. With muscles. And foreign accents. Currently she kept one at her side, for monogamy was something she was sometimes interested in when it suited her, but there was a chance she would grow bored with this one and move on to another when it seemed like things were becoming dull. They had to keep her interest or they weren’t worth her time. It was keeping this strange creatures interest that was the difficult part, for Prestine wasn’t really like other people, or Gargoyle’s for that matter. She beat to her own, bizarre drum, and the world had to simply accept it. Otherwise, there were consequences.
RP Sample:
When his eyes opened, she jumped, surprised and grateful, trying desperately to control the wetness in her eyes. If Hank came in and saw she'd cried the gig would be up. Heck, if Topher didn't shut his trap, Hank would come in and the gig would be up! She reached over and did her best, despite the pain in her entire body, to throw a hand over his mouth. "Shh!" She hissed softly.
The girl turned her head a little, listening to the still air. No sounds could be heard from outside; had Hank heard Topher? Was he coming back? A dark shadow seemed to loom closer to the screen door and Olivia stared in fear. "Pretend to sleep!" She told him in a sharp whisper as she rolled back into her spot, her eyes shut as she forced herself to breath evenly.
The screen door creaked open and Hank walked in, eying the two kids as they slumbered. Maybe the boy had another nightmare. For the most part he seemed calm, but he did talk in his sleep a bit. Convinced they were fine he went back to his chores, the old screen door clanking shut as he walked back to his wood pile, continuing to chop.
Once Olivia heard the chopping wood she knew it was safe. "Topher.." She called out nervously, wanting desperately to crawl into his bed and curl up safely in his arms. She felt so vulnerable laying there shattered and alone. "Topher, listen to me." Her tone was one of mild hysteria, wavering with fear and emotion as she caught his glance. "I don't know how but we have to get out of here. My legs broken. That...that guy keeps drugging us, he's making us sleep, I don't even know how long its been, but it has to be days, my hairs getting gross! Like...like I haven't showered in day!!" She reached for him, putting her hand in his broken one simply for an inch of comfort. "We have to get out of here. Topher, they're killers. They...they do terrible, terrible things.."
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ABOUT YOU:
Name you go by: Cupcake, or Pam
Other Characters you play: Griffin, Cheyenne & Mordecai
How long have you been RPing: 10 years.
How did you find us? I’m an Admin
