Mariette, Ripley Levi[DONE]

[Ripley Levi Mariette]

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RIPLEY CAN FAKE IT ALL
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I CAN FAKE IT WITH THE BEST OF THEM ALL !
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name; Ripley Levi Mariette

nickname; Levi

age & birthday; 19/ June 18, 1991

sexuality; straight

species; half breed: vampire/human

species position; slave

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WOAH YOU'RE SUCH A FUCKING HYPOCRITE
AND YOU SHOULD KNOW THE LIES WONT HIDE YOUR FLAWS
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PERSONALITY:
Ripley is fairly easy to get along with. She‘s sarcastic and says things ranging from random to creepy. Ripley loves to laugh, she often cries because she laughing so hard, she repeats things she finds funny. You could say she holds a grudge, if you yelled at her once she may forgive you but she‘ll always remember that. And she may tell people that you yelling at her is the reason she does not like you. Her feelings are always mixed with who she does and does not consider a friend. One moment you will be on her ignore list then for just a sliver of time you will be in her good graces. There are some people who she hates though, she may not even know them but just the way they look/talk/walk annoys her so much she is instantly turned off by them. Oh, the weather plays a big part in how she is feeling for the day: raining it‘s all smiles and giggles, sun equals yucky mood or a semi-happy one.

Ripley has Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, she self diagnosed herself. No, she is NOT like those stereotypes that have to have everything clean and perfect and blah blah blah. She does not know one other OCD person like that(not that there aren’t any out there). What bothers her to no end is certain sounds, textures, chalk, things she finds disgusting and sometimes people. One thing that really gets her is the sound of nails on a chalk board, seeing on television even with the mute makes her cringe, someone saying “nails on a chalkboard” makes her want to pull out her eardrums. The texture of chalk makes her skin crawl, touching it makes her rub her fingers together. What she‘s doing is(well what she believes she is doing) attempting to get the chalk away from her fingers. Touching chalk, and some forms of paper just does not feel right. Ripley is extremely picky when it comes to touching things, if she sees a blue(fav color) shirt at a store she has to touch it, she also has to touch three other things hat are of colors she likes. She counts the times she‘ll tap or rub something. It‘s usually to numbers that are even or have to do with the numbers 2 or 4. She despises odd numbers, especially the number 3.

APPEARANCE:
• HAIR: blonde
• EYES: aqua
• HEIGHT: 5’ 6”
• MARKINGS / TATTOOS: Scar- nasty, puckered scar on her left shoulder
Tattoos- A sun that is partially eclipsed by a crescent moon behind her right ear
• SKIN TONE: fair
OTHER: Ripley’s actually between hair lengths right now. One week her locks are barely caressing her shoulders and the next day she has added these nifty things, clip-in extensions, and her waves cascade down her back. She usually wears it down in her natural waves, straightening it takes entirely too long for her and she prefers to spend as little time as possible getting ready, when she ever gets time to think about what she‘ll look like that day.

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NO SENSE IN HIDING ALL OF YOURS
YOU GAVE UP YOUR DREAMS ALONG THE WAY
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ABILITIES

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WHO'S TO KNOW IF YOUR SOUL WILL FADE AT ALL
THE ONE YOU SOLD TO FOOL THE WORLD
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HISTORY

Ripley Levi Mariette, that's me, was born to a handsome, loving, vampire with a 'bad ass' facade that he put on around his own kind and a human mother. I think her name was MaryAnn, no, Marilyn, maybe Marnie, I don't know. I only have one memory of her and it is not one people want to talk about. My father, Aurelius, on the other hand was the perfect parent. He taught me life lessons, well as many life lessons as you can teach a child from when she was born until she was seven.

I remember Aurelius sitting me down one day to explain why he had basically shunned MaryAnn/Marilyn/Marnie and I went we happened upon him in a very crowded market.

"Ettie, sweetie," he said in that deep voice of his. His nickname for me was Ettie, dumb but I loved it. "I did not mean to make you upset in the market. Not my intention at all. But when daddy is around other vampires he cannot comfort you. He cannot even act like he knows you one bit, it is for your own safety."

I rubbed my puffy, red eyes with small fists and sighed. "But you're my papa!" to me that was all the reason I need for him to act like my father in public.

"Ettie. What have I told you about throwing fits?" I fought back the urge to throw myself on the floor and tried to listen. "Vampires and humans are not suppose to be together in this town. It is looked down upon. If I went strolling with you through town vampires would be after you. I want you safe, Ettie." I nodded, sending my dark brown waves falling forward over my shoulders.

Just then my mother came strolling in and... cue memory I do NOT want to re-live. She was horrible and not maternal in any way.

What my father did not tell me was that the vampires knew about my family. Aurelius' 'friends' murdered him that night when he went out to get blood. My mother was next, it was not hard for them to get rid of her, she was human. She died of exsanguination. I was suppose to be next but my master got to me first. My Savior as I like to think of him. He doesn't like when I talk like that, though. He scooped me up out of my Barbie over-loaded room and brought me to where we live now.

All in all, Aurelius taught me many things. Like how to kick ass on the piano, sing(though my voice isn't angelic, it's quite raspy, blues-y) and to do a killer British accent.

But My Savior has also been a teacher to me. I'm not able to pin point his teaching sessions throughout my life but I know he shaped me into what I am today.

I would not call myself his slave. There is a different relationship between us. He feds from me occasionally and we don't... how do I put this? ... I'm still a virgin. I want to change that, very much so, and I know My Savior wants it too he's just too polite in my presence to say anything.

The things that claim me as a human overshadow the vampire in me. I need food to survive, I can walk out in the sun and not even feel the slightest of a skin irritation, I don’t have super hearing or senses, and I'm less than graceful. But the vampire still comes through. I'm strong(if I've eaten anything with a bit of blood in it), I can jump high… basically that’s it.

{To Be Continued}

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what's your name? Jazzy or Paulina


how long have you been rping? six years! I’m old.


whats the password? -no cheating!?-


where did you find us? admin

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