Destiny Vanderbilt [WIP]

[destiny]

i take my time to set the stage

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Destiny Aurora Vanderbilt

even though i’ve got the lines rehearsed

name;; Destiny Aurora Vanderbilt
nicknames;; "Dez/Des" or Destiny
age;; 700 yrs in vampire years, and 18 mortal
birthday;; November 8th, 1309
gender;; Female
occupation;; Undecided
species;; Vampire
ability;; Torture

a picture only paints a thousand words

hair;; Full and full of body, Destiny's hair is a thick dark brown that sprawls out about her shoulders and a tad bit past.
eyes;; Startling icy blue gray orbs, that are a round shaping. The pupil has a darker hint of brown lining around before dipping into sheer black.
height;; 5'5
weight;; 110 Pounds
build;; Rather slender with a delicate muscular building.
distinguishing features;; Untouched.
general description;; Destiny with her average height of most females of any species. While she looks like an average person, she has her own different qualities about herself. Let's start down and work our way up shall we?

Destiny's feet are a slight creamy color that marks the rest of her flesh, she has a tiny rose crawling up her ankle from her younger years. The vines interwine with ivy that slips mid-way up her ankle before circling and disappearing into the same pattern. More so up her legs, they are built to hold her able frame high and proud. She carries herself with narrow hips that manage to sway delightfully whenever she walks giving her rear a larger appearance then it is. Quite the flirt, she wears clothing that will draw the eyes, sometimes bright colors and other just something gray and jeans.

Her ribcage is also narrow but curves around her body creating a more liquid standstill for her frame, which gives way for her slender shoulders that are normally pulled back from years of being told how to stand as royality. Moving up the creamy flesh of her neck, we come to her face. Her lips are full and normally maintain and plump appeal about themselves, her cheeks are normally paleish in color despite the rest of her face. Her eyes are set evenly, making her appearance almost goddess like.

things aren’t always what they seem

mother;; Anna, 718 yrs(dead)
father;; Paul, 725 yrs
siblings;; None to sure
other relatives;; Vanderbilt name.
pets;; A small black cat with a patch of white on his stomach and ears. She refers to him as Mooka, or Moo-Moo.
best memory;; Living among the forest side for a few years before relocating here.
worst memory;; Her turning and loss of her parents.

you’re only seeing part of me

try for three paragraphs of history. for some charries this really shouldn't be that hard.

there’s so much more that’s going on
behind the scenes

name;; Des, or Destiny.
age;;
experience;; Nearly seven years
other characters;; Not yet.
how you found us;; Proboards advertising?
rp sample;;

'Barely in Torien for twenty-four hours and I already miss France.' The voice was filled with a complex of emotions yet two stood out the most when it came to them all. Annoyance and Bliss. The two always seemed to go hand and hand when dealing with the female known as Destiny Caliure, Princess of the Caliure Clan and Gran-daughter of the infamous Damien Caliure current leader of the Caliure name. Such a name to live up too. At that current thought, Destiny's nostrils twitched before she snorted her reply to such an outrage. 'As if I ever wanted the honor.' With a tussle of movement the female's legs slipped over the side of the park bench that she had placed herself upon arriving in Torien only an hour ago. It was slightly dark still even in the morning hours, but after two thousand years of existence sunlight couldn't really mar her appearance.

Still after years of obeying the rules of the sun, she was wrapped in a long velvet robe of sorts, it clung to her curve frame making her look like a young house-wife simply lost in park. The female's bright blue eyes narrowed on a figure as she strolled toward the Gym. Destiny always the curious slipped off the bench, standing straight to push her palms down her dark blue sweat pants, then up to smooth the gentle fabric of her gentle creamy colored top over her wash-board stomach. A gentle morning wind brushed along her cheeks and sent a smile across her dim light flesh colored lips. Her cheeks were tinted with a hint of red, but her limbs moved slowly toward the direction of the Gym, just in time to see the strange woman push open the locked door. One single brown brow rose in further curiosity, as she padded her little feet onward toward the now broken door. 'Can't say I've seen many humans pull that off..' Her voice was barely a whisper as her head pressed against the door panel stealing a look into the room just as the female was punching the sand bag.

The cat-like figure of the slender Destiny Caliure, wove her way into the doorway with a deathly silence, after all all vampires had this skill. The woman punched the bag for the last time sending the fixture into the cement wall with a loud thud. Destiny's frame twitched lightly, before stalking silently around the bend to watch as the strange scented woman tried her way at the arm machine. Blue orbs watched fascinated by all of this strange behavior and the anger and violence that radiated off the strange woman. 'Well you seem quite outraged. Seems old Torien has not changed much.' Graceful limbs eased into view followed by a narrow waist line and bright blue eyes. 'Buon Seri!--Oh, I mean good evening.'

credits
this application was made by i.forgive.you of CAUTION 2.0.
lyrics belong to the song "behind the scenes" by francesca battistelli
steal or remove these credits and i will send my mafia informants for you.