Post by Abigail Genesis on Jul 26, 2008 1:18:10 GMT -5
` run ABIGAIL MERCI GENESIS, run
"Today I will meet a gentleman
He likes me so much he could eat me up
soft parts and even hard ones
are on the menu
because you are what you eat
and you know what it is"
` are you with me,
YOUR AGE 16
RP EXPERIENCE 7-8 years
CONTACT INFO see previous sign ups
HOW DID YOU FIND US magic[/size][/ul]
`there's no turning back,
NICKNAMES Just Abigail, thank you
AGE & DATE OF BIRTH 20, December 12th
OCCUPATION 2nd heiress to Genesis throne
FACE CLAIM Victoria Murder[/size][/ul]
`i'll be waiting,
WEIGHT 98-104 lb
OVERALL APPEARANCE
xXx face xXx
a slim, slender face. With light fragil type skin covering those lovely bleach colored bones. Merci's face forms the shape of sort of a heart, though the top a little hidden by her bangs. With high cheek bones that rest slightly below her eyes; her facial structure is altogether strong. Plump, small lips that are often covered in lipgloss. A small nose that rests between her eyes. Which are a beautiful oval shape. But we shall come back to that; won't we. Her face is often covered in foundation, that matches her skin almost flawlessly. A light blush covering over those high cheek bones and even a few piercings. Her eyebrows (which are usually waxed) are a brown color and slender. Fitting nicely above her beautiful eyes.
xXx eyes xXx
Time to talk about those beautiful oval shaped eyes! With those round,sweet iris in the middle of the white part. The color of her eyes is naturally a dull green; but sometimes she will wear special contacts to make her eyes a brighter green. Now maybe when she's hunting her eyes will go yellow, as most werewolves eyes change when they are under the spell of the full moon. Her eyes are often outlined with a thick black eyeliner. Or maybe some funky, specially bright color. Or some sort of eyeshadow; depending on her mood at the time she wakes up that day. Or where she is planning on going. Her eyelashes are covered in black mascara. Making them stand out on her light colored skin. Her eye lashes are thick and long, almost reaching up to her beautiful eyebrows.
xXx hair xXx
Oh yes, time to speak of that beautiful hair. Sometimes the hair color will change of course. Since most people seem to do enjoy coloring their hair. Merci is no exception in this field. When they first perfected the art of hair dying; Merci was on the bandwagon. Loving the idea of being able to go through the years without people knowing her. Undearneath (or the under side of her hair) is naturally a black tone. Sometimes it isn't there though. Most of her hair is a steel blond. Now lately she's been doing some interesting things with her hair. A deep red, a light yellow. Or even some other tone of blond in her hair. But oh no, that was never enough for her. She now has a black print of one of those magestic chinese dragons in her hair.
xXx body xXx
Who can resist a beautiful body? And for that, Merci is also no exception. Slender, and barely weighting anything. Merci has a small body frame and is pretty much happy with that. Her muscles and bones covered in that light colored skin of hers. With a body like an hourglass, practically many people have been over that. Rather large boobs; and a tiny waist line. What more could the girl ask for? Long arms that reach down to the mid thigh (including finger length). And long, beautiful legs. Again, I don't think there is possibly anymore things the girl can ask for. Oh my I almost forgot that cute little neck of hers. Holding her head onto the body after all; is probably one of the most important features.
xXx piercings xXx
We all have them. Atleast one. Maybe one that we got rid of when we finally woke up from our drunken haze and realized what a big mistake last night was. But we all have still had the urge to get atleast one piercing in their life. Merci has had quite a few piercings over her long life span. Of course one of the first piercings that Merci experienced was on her ears. The first holes she ever got done. Next, came the second holds. Then the third which are located at the top. After she was practically done with getting her ears pierced; she moved on to her belly button. Then she got a monroe. But why stop there? A lip ring and nose piercing were the ones to finish the whole deal off. For now.
xXx tattoos xXx
I'm sure we've all at one point thought about getting one. When Merci was younger, she often thought of getting tattoos. In fact, right when she turned 16 she got her first one. Of a rabbit jumping on her left breast. Now after a while the girl decided, eh a little too odd. Ended up getting that painful 'deletion' of the tattoo and replaced it with brass knuckles right where the rabbit use to be. Though just a few months ago, Merci just had to get a new one. One a little more luxurious and larger. Something to really catch the eye. Going off of the corner of her neck and down toward the beginning of her clevage, lays what appears to be a rose vine. With roses on it. For some time, she didn't go in to get it colored. In fact for a whole month it wasn't colored in. Before she got green and pink tones put into the roses and the vines/leaves themselves. It now remains her favorite tattoo.
xXx style xXx
Once again, we all have our own style. Some more unique than others. Now, there is not much originality left in this world. But Merci tries her best to embrace whatever originality she can come across. Unfortunately, for the most part, this does not show up in her clothing style. She prefers rather simple outfits. Growing up with a family where most things were rather...'simple'. Black velvet jackets, black silk dresses. Yes, black is in fact one of the girl's favorite colors to wear. Tank tops are something she wears quite alot. With a low cut V neck style. Gym shorts that hug to her curves. Or maybe long jeans that aren't all too tight around her thin legs. High heels are anothing thing she enjoys wearing. Seeing as how it adds some extra height onto her. Jewelry is apart of your style of course; and Merci refuses to go out in public without some type of necklace on. It can be a choker or a long bead necklace; she'll wear it either way.[/size][/ul]
`lace up your shoes,
[li] being recognized
[/li][li] her eyes
[/li][li] tattoos
[/li][li] new piercings
[/li][li] horror movies
[/li][li] a full moon
[/li][li] night time
[/li][li] texting
[/li][li] jewelry
[/li][li] her job
[/li][li] boys
[/li][li] girls
[/li][li] haters
[/li][li] lovers
[/li][li] one night stands
[/li][li] her hair
[/li][li] make up
[/li][li] ribbons
[/li][li] her family
[/li][li] getting to smile
DISLIKES
[/li][li] creepy look people
[/li][li] morons
[/li][li] losers
[/li][li] ignorant people
[/li][li] no make up
[/li][li] chick flicks
[/li][li] being alone
[/li][li] boredom
[/li][li] getting fired
[/li][li] too many people staring
[/li][li] not enough people staring
[/li][li] being denied
[/li][li] not getting what she wants
[/li][li] obnoxious boys
[/li][li] stupid girls
[/li][li] prejudise people
STRENGTHS
[/li][li] solving complicated puzzles
[/li][li] tricking others to save herself
[/li][li] hiding her identity from bad people
[/li][li] problem solving
[/li][li] helping others with problems
WEAKNESSES
[/li][li] the mere thought of zombies
[/li][li] others stronger than herself
[/li][li] sneak attacks
[/li][li] unable to keep silent
GOALS
[/li][li] to forever help her family
FEARS
[/li][li] zombies
[/li][li] cannibals
[/li][li] losing her family
OVERALL
xXx joy xXx
It's an emotion we all love to feel. Or atleast for the people who enjoy...er, joy. Merci has her moments like pretty much everyone else; but she enjoys the moments that are filled with happiness and such more. When the girl is in one of these moods, there is no point in trying to take her out of it. The mood could last for days, even weeks at a time. The girl is just odd and different in that sort of way. A smile will be printed across her lips and won't leave until you take some sort of object and scrape it off. Close family members can usually bring this to Merci. Or even a very close friend. Or it could just be one of those days where she just wakes up feeling like being joyful and hopeful and bright. Sadly, these types of days are very rare for the girl. But when the emotion joy does come around; Merci just doesn't want to let it slip through her fingers. I don't blame her, I wouldn't want to let it go either.
xXx hate xXx
We all have our days. Merci just happens to have a little more of those days than most people. Being somebody with a rather short temper, Merci often gets highly offended at the slightest off beat comment. The comment can do two of one things with Merci. Either spin into a bit of a joke and just shrug it out. Or the usual outcome; she gets pissed off. Yes, the girl is definately the type to hold a grudge. She can hold one for quite some time. But we'll have to come back to that topic later I guess. For now, you have to understand that Merci can't help her anger issues. It's something she is slowly learning to control over the years. As she grows older she learns to grow a little bit more content with the people that surround her. There are days the girl wakes up and hates everyone and everything. No one could do anything to her. In fact, everyone could have done everything right to her the day before. But she just wakes up pissy and takes it out on the world.
xXx love xXx
Love is truly a beautiful and wonderous thing. Unless, that is, love makes you sick to your stomach. Most love makes Merci feel like sticking her fingers far down her throat and throwing the emotion up. Her belief is that it is a waste of time and space. All love ever does for a person is hold them back from their true potential. Gives them a weakness and a soft point that will hurt them the most. But at the same time; love makes Merci yearn for someone to call her own. Such a twisted emotion, love is. It has the ability to make you or break you. To lift you up above the heaven's and the clouds then jerk you deep beneath the core of the earth and tear you limb from limb. Merci refuses to open her heart to anyone. That is unless you're that "certain someone". If you are that...lucky someone, Merci would let you in on every aspect of her personality. The girl may be a demon, but she can be rather romantic when she tries or when she wants to. Otherwise, it's probably best for you to try and avoid any sort of loving relationship with the girl. If she sees no more need for you; you'll find yourself six feet under before you know what happened. {ooc, how the hell do you wake up dead? o.o}
xXx grudge xXx
Some people can't hold a grudge no matter how hard they try. Merci, on the other hand, can hold them as long as the world spins. As long as her lungs fill with air and then release it again, the girl can hold that grudge. It can be over something stupid. But if she sees a fit reason to hate you enough; a grudge will form. Especially if you don't act like you're scared of her. Merci feeds off of the fear that people often feel toward her, and as you can imagine when you're not scared of her it drives the girl more insane than she already is. Merci's grudges seem to have no light at the end of the tunnel. When the girl holds a grudge toward you; it's probably best for you to skip town. If you value your life without someone around. Constantly trying to make you suffer for whatever wrong you did to her. In fact, you don't even have to do anything to Merci. If she feels you're a threat to her existance she'll hold a grudge toward you. Forever and always be hating you for who you are and what you've done to her. Why, the girl can be called a hateful person just by the length of time her grudges have withstood.
xXx lust xXx
Mmm, now I can't say Merci has felt a lot of love in her life. But damn the girl has certainly had her fill of this deadly sin. But in Merci's state of mind, it's more or less just apart of life. Alright we all have this side of us that screams for that little extra special attention. Merci cares more for lust than she does for love. Most her 'exs' have been more of flings in her eyes than they have been actual loves. In fact, she can't possibly say she ever loved any of them. She more of less used them to get into their pants. I know, what a manipulative bitch right? But hey its not like you all haven't done something similar to someone who's cared deeply for you before. Merci just takes it to the next level and keeps doing it over and over again. Not to mention she's not afraid to cheat on you. Even if she knows she'll get caught. Just another form of adrenaline rush. She'll do it. If her eyes land on you, and feel that she needs you in that sort of way. Oh she won't stop until she gets you under the sheets. That is, unless she loses her interest in you.
xXx calmness xXx
Merci never has been one to be loud when she is out in public. In fact in a large group of people she's not familiar with she's more likely to be quiet than to talk to any of them. She never was one for a conversation starter. Silence is supposedly golden and she plans to live by that. Which, as you can guess, makes it difficult for her to meet new people. I know it's more or less not calmness. But when it comes to Merci, that's pretty much as close to calm as she can get. When Merci is around new people that do not interest her or make her feel threatened, she is rather quiet and calm. If you speak to her first, of course the girl will talk to you. But it's probably a little insane on your part to start a conversation with someone as edgy as Merci. {But how are the ignorant suppose to know that?} Merci rather enjoys when she is in one of her calm moods. It's not as tiring and people don't stare at her like she's lost her mind completely when she's very calm and relaxed. In one of these moods, her body completely relaxes and loses its tensity. Along with her personality; the harsh edges are filed away neatly. But it's, unfortunately, one of those moods that can slip away without a warning.
xXx friendliness xXx
Now when Merci likes you, she is an excellent friend. One who is able to sit down and listen to almost every complaint you have and still have some advice to give to you to make it better. She is someone you can lean on and depend on for support. She will stand up to anyone or anything and defend you; she will face any threat, even if it means it puts her own life in jeopardy. No matter what, she will always be there for her friends. No body in the world would have the ability to lay a hand on you. Merci would be there inbetween the two of you before you could say cheezit. She's the type to not let her friends go easily and definately not let them get hurt by anyone. Merci can be a very upbeat girl when she wants to. Just get her in the right mood. Or catch her at the right time. Either way it's great to find her when she's happy. In general, Merci is a very upbeat person. She likes to look at the brighter sides of life instead of looking down on the negatives and things that will end up just bringing the day back down. More of an optimist than a pessimist as you can guess. Though once again you just have to catch her in the right mood. It's rather easy though! Friends are one thing she loves to gain. But hates to lose.[/size][/li][/ul]
`don't tell a soul goodbye,
FATHER Till Genesis
MOTHER Aliceea Genesis
SIBLINGS
Julius Genesis [older brother]
Anya Genesis [younger sister]
Tanner Genesis [baby brother]
PETS A [old in age] male mountain lion named Kari.
OTHER FAMILY Cousin Klara Genesis, and so many more to list.
HISTORY
xXx born december 12th xXx
On one of those depressing, raining december nights; Abigail Merci Genesis was brought into this world. In the small Russian city of Stalingrad. Even though the Genesis family already had a son, they always had the idea of having a little darling daughter. One who would make them proud. Unfortunately, not everyone gets what they wish for. Or in this case, I suppose you should be careful what you wish for. Abigail wasn't exactly the sweetest daughters. Well, she wasn't the one that the Genesis family was hoping for. Anya, her mother, would spend her days trying to teach Abigail small little tasks. But somehow the girl would ruin each and every one of them. By breaking something or end up hurting someone on accident. As Abigail grew, she learned to control her little anger spats and held most of them inside of herself. Becoming rather withdrawn from the rest of her family except for her mother. When the small girl reached the age of five, she learned the real reason for her birth. She had been born to save her parent's marriage. And unfortunately for Anya and Till, it wasn't working out still.
To this day, Abigail can recall her mother having to dig earrings and necklaces out from inbetween the cushions of the couch and the carpet; and knew that they didn't belong to Anya. But it was never really something Abigail wanted to discuss with her mother. After all, her father never had been warm to her...Well, not to them. As days went by, Till and Anya would constantly bicker. It almost got to the point that it never seemed to stop. Julius would seek shelter at one of their neighbor's homes. While Abigail would hide under her bed, trying to drowned out the noise of her parents yelling at eachother by breaking things. After the arguments would end, her mother would often try to tell Abigail that everything was just fine. That there was really nothing wrong between herself and her father. But the lies never worked; seeing as how half the time Anya would still have tears running down her fragil cheekbones. The two parents eventually started to battle eachother over their kid's love. Till would buy Abigail little dolls and toys that she could play with. After spending the day with his son.
While Anya would make Abigail little blankets and pillows, or make her her favorite foods when ever she got hungry. Neither of the gifts would work for Abigail. You see, when you are at the fragile age of eight, what your mother says means everything. When you're so little and the world just happens to be so big. Abigail would take the dolls her father gave her and bash their heads in on the rocks that lay out in their garden in the backyard. The other toys would be torn into little bits, which would then be tossed into any nearby water source. A river, a lake or a waterbed. It didn't matter. If it had water in it, the little tiny bits of toys would be tossed into it. Abigail would take the little blankets and pillows and put them in a small box that Julius had brought home one day; and hide them under her bed. Even if she never shared that strong of a loving connection with her mother, she did care about Anya. Julius would bring home little cookies that he would take from their neighbors house and give them to Abigail to eat. Seeing as the girl would refuse to eat anything her mother tried to cook for her.
One day, to try and bring their family back together once again; Till bought tickets to the local ballet show. He took his daughter, his son and of course Anya along. For the first time in her life, Abigail honestly felt happy and safe there. Watching the beautiful women in white get lifted by graceful men in tights. She was happy at the ballet. After the show ended, Abigail begged her father and mother to let her take lessons to learn how to do that. Till broke down and bought her lessons at a local Ballet rehearsal studio. The small girl of ten enjoyed her time at the ballet studio. Where she met one boy by the name of Josh. He treated her like a human being and with high respect. He would go everywhere with Abigail and keep her safe from when her parents would argue. Everything seemed to just form into what could be described as a golden time. Unfortunately, as a brilliant man once stated; nothing gold can stay. The Archduke was assasinated while visiting Serbia, and World War I broke loose. Russia's ties with Serbia caused Abigail's home land to be pulled directly into the midsts of the war.
When she turned twelve, Abigail lost contact with Josh. Russia was getting their asses handed to them by Germany; and their home land was breaking out in a revolution. As Russia withdrew from the World war that was being carried out; many of the well fairing family homes were attacked. The Genesis family was a rather wealthy home, and unfortunately a good target for rebellers. The home was attacked; during one of her parent's arguments. Abigail was hiding in her usual spot under her bed, curled up with the pillows and blankets her mother made her - fast asleep. When she awoke that night, she walked down the stairs to find the walls and floors splattered with blood. Now, the girl can't recall much from that night. Except for the fact she made a run for it. Out the broken down front door. Now it's said, we all have that bit inside of us that torments us. That little speck of pure evil. Some people's are more greater than others. Well, it's also said when a traumatic event happens in your life; this little speck can either disappear forever or be released. Abigail Merci Genesis' decided to rear it's ugly head. The demon that had been locked inside of her for so long was finally let loose.
The rest of Abigail's days, she went around from country to country. Killing people for amusement and others letting live with just the horrible memories that she left them with. Maybe it was just because of her demon...ness. Or maybe it was because she felt it so unfair that she suffered so much yet so many other people's lives seemed practically flawless. The girl has never been completely sure herself. But whatever the reason; it stays with her until the day she dies. After so many years of being alive; Abigail decided her name became a little too old fashion. And something that held too much bad memories to it. Each letter in the name bringing nothing but misery and woe. Abigail then started to go by her middle name; Merci. The name that her mother Anya had originally wanted her to go by. Unlike what Till, her father had wanted her to be called. Sometimes it seems that our parents just give us a name, then walk away forever...
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Spending time with anyone she loved was a great thing. And she knew Lily loved to see her light up so. But Johanna always lit up around her supposed daughter. For some reason the two of them had clicked faster than she had with the rest of her family. Deny it all, Johanna was a very social person. So it wasn't unusual for people to enjoy her company. Which sometimes interfered with the correct thigs to do as a vampire. But she really didn't care all too much about following some sort of set rule left over the ages. So she would break any rule, as you could of guessed by now, for her family. She loved this girl who she was walking with. As a daughter and as her friend.
But it was so hard to throw Lily a surprise party sometimes. She had once tried to jump out and scare her, and Lily ended up scaring Johanna. Causing her to scream and fall over. Which was rather funny. It was a pretty good thing only that only Lily had witnessed her fall over like a retard. Hey, if you can't laugh at yourself then you have no right to laugh at other people right? So that was there sort of little secret. Lily would occassionally make comments hinting to it infront of everyone. Oh it was fun to have inside jokes with her family members. She had to say, even if she did love Noah and the rest of them as much as she loves Lily - Lily happened to be closest to her favorite 'daughter'. Then again she spent the most time with her...
Once again Johanna showed her rather childish side by clapping like a little girl. She bounced on her heels a bit again. Oh yes she was very excited for her and Lily's girl's night out tonight. If it wasn't all too obvious. Gasping softly, Johanna's hands flew over her lips as her dark brown eyes went wide. "That is the best idea I've heard all night." She exclaimed, letting her hands fall back by her sides. A small laugh escaped her lips at herself. Nodding in agreement, Johanna agreed along with Lily's suggestion for shopping. She enjoyed shopping with anyone. It was rather boring by yourself sometimes. Watching Lily pet at her hair, Johanna smiled. "Purle and or blue." Laughing once more at her 'daughter', Johanna couldn't help but mess with her hair for a few minutes. There was a time when she was a teenager - before she was a vampire as well - where she had debated on dying her hair a totally different color. Like pink, or something. She never did but you know it would have been a wicked change. "Hopefully. So you want to run to the spa first or the mall?"[/size][/ul]
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