Seonad Monica Golden

[viper]

Seonad Monica Golden


PB: Milla Jovovich

[/li][li]~My Name is Harbinger. Ja, you know
[/li][li]~I am 23 years old.
[/li][li]~I found the site through USS Talon
[/li][li]~If you wish to talk to me, the best way to reach me is through Skype, PM
[/li][li]~I have been role playing for (nine+) years and I am (Literate)

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~*Full Name: Seonad Monica Golden

~*Alias: Viper

~*Age: 121

~*Race: Vampire

~*Gender: Female

*Appearance:

5' 8½", dark brown hair with highlights, bluey-green eyes, soft angular features that cut deep when she pulls certain expressions. Always wears make-up. Her fingers are long, almost claw-like and her body is lithe and athletic in nature.

~*Personality:

Many are caught out by her interchangeable ways and she's not to be fooled with. She does not take prisoners and finds this truce laughable at best. Her moods change constantly but if anything, she is a perfect little actress who knows how to watch and deceive. She's intensely magnetic, she knows what she want and very little gets in her way when she wants it. She's tenacious and strongly willed, she will always try again if at first she does not succeed.

She's a wild card, full of energy which she always puts to good use. She tempers her self-confidence with shrewdness and her ambition, which she has plenty thereof, with magnanimity towards other provided she likes them. This isn't that many and she trusts very few completely. She knows people will double-cross when they see fit. It's often wise to not bother her if you know she's pissed off at something, she has a habit of biting people's heads off and sometimes literally.

She can be incredibly vindictive, demanding, unforgiving... you break the line you have to work hard to get in her good books again. She can be jealous of those of whom she has a little respect and admiration for but she will never express it to anyone. Even to those she does trust. She does have a habit of discarding friends if they cease to be useful and this happens a lot with the humans she befriends. Not so much with fellow vampires.

Seonad's usefulness with deception coupled with her dedication to training and using her feminine charms makes her a dangerous killer more than most. She knows she's on the watch list but breaking conventions is she's good at and she's a little rebel. Ever the watchful viper, she does a lot of research and people watching.


~*History: (

Seonad was born in the late Victorian and grew up in the early Edwardian period in Detroit, Michigan. She was an adventurous child, always getting into trouble of some shape or form. Even then, she seemed to have this thing for rebelling against the local authority and more than once was she brought home sullenly by a cop and as usual was beaten for her discretions by a drunk father who had higher expectations of her and his family than they could ever fulfil.

They lived in Detroit and she lived through its industrial boom through the 1920s and 3os. Other than a father who was an angry drunk and a mother too afraid to do anything about it, she had a pretty decent start in life. If there was ever anything she was grateful to her father for was that he did teach her to protect and defend herself if she got into trouble. It turned out she was pretty good at and she kept it up, staying in shape whilst excelling at drama in school.

As she got older and reached working age, she began as a waitress at a local
cafe and she stayed there for quite some time before she started gaining the attractions of a well dressed and handsome looking fellow. One thing led to another but it was not to end well. As things turned out, he had only one thing on his mind and it certainly wasn't a wedding band. Now raped and used, she lost all her faith in men. She handed her notice in the cafe and spent a long time trying to come to terms with it.

It took a long time for any man that had interest in her to get her to see eye to eye with them and not kick their arse for some comment taken the wrong way. It was at some formal fancy do that her father's work place where she met Caspian, a man who came from the south and they eventually got talking. She learned he had similar interests and wasn't into following the rules. Her rebellious nature was set to continue for her life.

Seonad began to hang out with Caspian more and more and he was always straight with her. He never touched her or did anything to raise her alarm bells. In essence, he behaved like the perfect gentleman and soon caught notice of her father and mother. It seemed that they approved of what seemed to be forming between the pair. She always found it curious that he never seemed to be around during daylight hours but always turned up on time, which was more than she could say for the boyfriends of her friends at the time.

It seemed another half year or so before she was used to him touching her. Her trust of him, increasing ever more and her curiosity sparkled, she pestered him to show her where he lived. He finally caved and showed her where he was staying though it clearly wasn't where he originally had come from. At first, he seemed as he always was but as the night drew on, she found out soon enough what he truly was and she's never forgotten him.

Seonad often wondered what had stopped her from handing his arse to him but she had always supposed it was solely from the fact he hadn't hurt her before that moment and that he seemed apologetic that he had turned her instead of just killing her like so many others would. Turned into something that could never see the light of day again, she withdrew and her emotions, combined with the nature of what she now was, seethed and boiled... her manner changing in an instant though a majority has always been hiding beneath the surface.

Turning had only served to bring out her more vicious and deadlier side. Wanting to leave Detroit, she started on the trail to New York, oblivious to the times and once she got there, she found the place to her liking. She managed to be accepted by the local clan when she had been stumbled upon by another Vampire and has been with them ever since.


~*RP Sample:

As he listened to young pup, he added cocky to that mix of what this man seemed to be about. He had seen plenty in his time and the joke the boy thought he had over the other Lycan wasn't missed. He got the strong impression the hunter respected him for some reason that escaped Raban's notice. Sure, he liked being respected, who didn't like the ego stroke? But he did not appreciate from cocky whelps who had no real idea of the hole they constantly dug for themselves. If he had been younger, less calculative, less caring about the need for secrecy... well, blood would have been spilt and it would not have been his own.

If Viktor was aware of the exiled's status, then he either was good at hiding it or it didn't bother him in the slightest and when he revealed his own status and Raban's mouth twitched slightly before the hunter turned his attention back to his obvious first target. Didn't this guy learn how to take hints? No, he was cocky and stubborn... he was going to be a touch flea to squish.

"Bit rich coming from you, kid." he sighed softly, his manner amused and seemingly aloof, absent but the eyes betrayed his calculative nature. He saw the angles and at this rate, Viktor would have his dogs act. "I can't choose who stumbles upon me when I roam but those who do choose to find me should' His eyes had been lowered, eyeing the setting of the tableware before they lifted looking the man directly in the eye. It wasn't something a whelp would dare do, nor a half breed, not as direct and cold but it told the boy to watch his step, "know what they think they're handling,"

Whilst Viktor didn't mince words, Raban had a funny way of expressing himself. He wanted the human to know the sea of sharks he was swimming with, the risk involved, that over-toeing the happy little line they had going on here wasn't going to last forever and he did not want a fully capable hunter to end his own life in a really dumb way. In a way, he told you a lot without really saying much but the basics were the same. The kid should get out whilst he still could. Raban had seen first hand just how thin an Alpha's, even a Beta's, patience could be pushed.

After that he simply smiled and glanced when the waitress returned with their order and Raban gave her a smile and a thank you when she placed his in front of him. She smiled back, her eyes do nothing but roaming his own physique. "No problem, sugar" and she walked away to see to another table. Raban watched her for a moment before his eyes flickered towards the other too and his hand wrapped cleanly round the tumbler.

He had no desire to challenge an Alpha nor put a cocky hunter out of his misery. That would upset the fragile balance that was going on presently and Raban knew the importance of balance only too well. It was a shame that not many on either side understood that as well as he.

He smirked before he sniffed at the whisky, an old habit that would never go away before he downed it in one, his gullet pushing out from a thick and well muscled neck. He placed the tumbler down with a giant's gentleness as his tongue settled on a canine again and he smiled deeply, eyes dancing. He liked this Lycan already, there was a sense of humour that lied within the warning.

"Well... I'm game to see how long it takes for your dogs to get bored,"

Optional

*Likes:
+People watching
+The art of deception

*Dislikes:
-People who think they can best her
-People who get in her way

*What you want to see happen to your character:
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