Post by AnnaMaria Damion on May 30, 2009 7:11:00 GMT -5
LION AND THE LAMB
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Maggie Grace Irish[/font]
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ALL ABOUT ME[/color][/font][/align]
NICE TO MEET YOU, WHAT'S YOUR NAME?
My name is Maggie Grace Irish. However my last name is not mine. But my coven's.
WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO CALL YOU?
Just Maggie. Please.
AND YOU KNOW YOU LOOK...
I'm eternally sixteen, but I pass for twenty normally. However I may be stuck as sixteen, time has passed and I am truly around one hundred and fifty-three.
WELL WHEN WERE YOU BORN?
I'm truly an Irish child, March 17th, 1862
DO YOU HAVE A CLUB?
Irish Coven, with Siobhan and Liam. They are my family. And I am a carnivorous vampire, I'm trying to go veggie.
YOUR MOM SAYS YOU'RE SPECIAL
I have the uncanny ability to tell if you are lying. I'm a lie detector. It's handy, and it's a curse.
YOU KNOW, I THINK I'VE SEEN YOU BEFORE...
Lauren Ambrose
WELL I KNOW YOU LIKE TO TALK
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YOU DO SMELL NICE
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WOAH, THAT'S AMAZING
My eyes are golden brown, they used to be blue green.
AND ALL THAT HAIR
Curly, messy, red bouncy curls.
YOU'RE SO I'm not exactly pettiet, but not big. Just average 5'6, and I'm skinny. But I've got curves in the right places.
DO YOU REALLY WEIGH THAT MUCH?
I'd rather not say. It's rude to ask.
WHAT ARE YOU WEARING?!
I wear clothes to blend in, I don't like being showy or immodest. Everything is covered.
OOH, I LOVE IT
I love my ability to tell if your lying, despite it being over bearing. I love my figure, and I love my freckles.
DON'T EVEN GO THERE
I hate my hair, and being a vampire I wouldn't recommend cutting it or styling it. It doesn't grow back.
DO YOU REALLY HAVE
In my days piercing your ears was a wealthy person's fashion. And now my skin is too tough. [/color][/font]
MY BRAND OF HEROIN
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DON'T YOU JUST LOVE IT WHEN
I love animals, even if they don't like vampires too much, I love the shades of green of Ireland, I love my country, I love my "family", I love Irish music, I love the fiddle, I love the colour green.
OHMYGOD KILL ME NOW
I don't really hate much, I was taught as a child to hate nothing, but be thankful for everything you did not like because it made you stronger and it taught you. But if I have to say something, I hate being a vampire (and that has made me physically stronger), I hate my hair (but everyone loves it), I hate my eyes (but it is part of the new me), I hate death (my family's deaths made me bolder, and my own "death" has made me alive).
JUST RUN AWAY
I am not fearful of much anymore, because I am the things that scare small children. I do fear the creature with in me, while I attempt to go veggie. I've killed too many. When I was young I feared death, I feared evil men, I feared the unknown. And since then all of which have happened and I have survived.
GOT ANY GOALS?
I'd love to find a mate. I almost despise seeing how happy Siobhan and Liam can be at times. I wonder if there is someone for me.
I THOUGHT GOD DIDN'T MAKE MISTAKES
I cannot think of any flaws in me. I think I may talk to much. I am easily angered (that fiery Irish temper). I cannot stand happy couples sometimes.
WELL TELL ME A LITTLE MORE
I'm not sure how to explain my personality. It is fresh and cheery. I talk alot and about anything. I love to watch television, it was something not invented in my time, and when you have forever you need something to do. Especially with out a mate, it gets lonely. Let me ask my family. Liam tells me he would describe me as a young spirit, like a fairy. Siobhan says at times my attitude is up lifting and other times it is overly overbearing. [/color][/font]
OVER MY PILE OF ASHES
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WHO KNOWS[/color][/font]
MOTHER MOTHER, DO YOU HEAR ME?
I wonder if my mother hears me when I speak at her grave. I would hope she does. My mother's name was Martha. She was beautiful. She had long flowing red hair with hazel eyes and freckles. She was sweet and mild mannered, she never raised her voice and she loved my daddy. She had seven children, and she spent time with each of us. She gave all she had to us and our father, but not enough to herself. When I was eight, she got ill. She coughed up blood, and was always short of breath. I've found out what she had. Consumption. It took her from us. And that's when daddy started to drink.
DADDY PLEASE DON'T GO
My daddy's name was Brady he was a good man, his father was a preacher in a foreign land. He met my mother when he was five and then married when they were fifteen. He loved my mother and he loved the seven of us. He worked hard with my brothers, and still had time to love us. When my mom died, he couldn't take over her work and his work. He continued working for the manor near where we lived, but he had to have my sister (she was ten) Rebecca take over caring for us. I was the first to find daddy one night when he came home, he had always sent us to bed before he'd come home. He had ladies at our house, they were elaborately dressed, and there was liqour spilt on the floor. He slurred curses at me, swearing he'd kill me if I spied on him again.
WHAT WOULD I DO WITHOUT YOU?
I had six brothers and sisters, three boys and three girls. Thomas was the oldest boy, then there was Adam, then came Rebecca, then me, then there's John, and baby Abigail. After I turned sixteen, and became what I am today I continued to watch my siblings. They all starved during the famine. Only Tommy, Beccy and Johnny survived.
I LOVE YOU TIL THE END
I have no one.
ALWAYS THERE WHEN I NEED YOU
My friends are Siobhan and Liam, I have some contact with the Denali coven, and then the Olympic coven but nothing more than acquaintances.
JUST A LITTLE MORE INFO?
I was born in Dublin Ireland in the mid nineteenth century. I was the fourth child of seven born. My mother was a kind and gentle soul, who tended to our needs, my father's and still managed to make an extra sheckle by selling wool from the three sheep we owned, and milk from our cow. My father worked hard at a manor house, tending to the grounds with several other men, it was a lowly job but it made enough to feed us. It wasn't until 1870, when my mother feel ill, that our lives fell apart. She died several months after she began to cough blood, and have fits of lack of breath.
My father began drinking and paying women to satisfy his needs. One night I came down from the loft where the children slept, I was fifteen. I discovered my father completly intoxicated and caught up with a woman. I had heard Tommy and Adam speaking of how we had no money, and though they were well old enough to wed they had stayed to support us. My father slurred cruel curses at me, swearing to kill me. I returned to my bed in tears. In the morning I was informed by him that he had sold me for eighteen pieces of silver. The man was the vilest most hideous man in our town. My siblings fought against my father but in the end I decided it was best for them. It was money for them.
I had never cried so hard in my life as I was taken to the man, Oliver Haskey's home. I was his property, as he claimed, his and only his. It was one year that I was with him. Forbidden to see my family. Kept in the house for an entire year. Until I broke free form him one night, and he chased me through the streets. He caught me in an alley way, jerking me by the hair and smashing my face against a stone wall. He pulled a knife from his pocket, slicing it down my chest. Before the cold blade sliced across my thraot. And he killed me.
But I woke up in a nicely furnished room, in a bed so soft it could've been sin. A man and woman slightly older than I stood before me. Liam, as he introduced himself to me, explained how they had found me and spared me my death by changing me. They thought I was too young to die, to pretty to be wasted.
I cried so many tears, at what had happened. At the pain that coarsed through my veins. I cried for the life I no longer had. The only thing that made it all a little better was that Siobhan informed me she had killed Oliver.
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YOU SHOT ACROSS THE SKY
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THE WRITTEN SAMPLE[/color][/font]
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STUPID, SHINY, VOLVO OWNER
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BEHIND THE MASK[/color][/font]
MY NAME/ALIAS IS
Maggie
I HAVE BEEN AT IT FOR
I'VE READ THE BOOKS
yes
MY AGE IS
sixteen
I READ THE RULES
yes
I LOOKED OVER EVERYTHING
yes
MY TIMEZONE IS
EST
A LITTLE EXTRA
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