Marissa Auburn

[Marissa]

NAME: Marissa Auburn.
NICKNAMES: ‘Rissa.
RACE: Vampire; bitten.
OCCUPATION: Whatever’s on offer, usually. One day, she might tend a bar in a rowdy club, and the next, she might work as a dancer. Usually, she’s too self-involved to bother.
GENDER: Female.
SKIN COLOUR: Caucasian, and understandably pale.
NATIONALITY: Irish.
AGE: 203 years old, though she looks to be in her early twenties.
CLOTHING: Whatever she feels like wearing, so long as she shows off a little skin along the way, and manages to accentuate her… ‘attributes’. She isn’t afraid to give men a good show, but she knows when to draw the line, so her clothing is never too ‘slutty’ or tacky. She’s not much of a skirt person, and will only actually wear one if the situation really calls for it; they tend to get in the way, and she finds pants much more practical. Contrary to Hollywood-cliché, she’s not a big fan of leather either. Her favourite colours are red and black, though she’ll wear other dark colours, such as purple or blue; maybe even the odd piece of dark green to bring out the colour in her eyes. She wears boots more often than not, but never with too large a heel… she may be rather a large flirt, but she’s practical, and sensible all the same. Over the top, she’ll wear a long coat; more often than not black in colour, and made of cloth. She has more than one jacket, obviously, and takes her pick.
HEIGHT: 5’6.
WEIGHT: 135lbs.
TATTOOS: A dolphin/shark ying yang in the small of her back, which can often be seen if her shirt and waistline of her pants separate.

PIERCINGS: Her navel. She used to have pierced ears, but since she doesn’t wear something in them constantly, they healed, and she can’t be bothered to have it done again; they’re harder to protect against in a fight than a navel piercing.
JEWELLERY: Her amethyst navel bar, and a few rings, as well as a necklace now and again; it depends entirely on her mood. Any jewellery she wears is silver, without exception.

BODY MODIFICATIONS: The navel bar, but nothing else.

HAIR.[/i]
LENGTH: Shoulder-length, or thereabouts, depending on her mood; if she suddenly decides her hair’s too long, she’ll get it cut.
STYLE: Usually holding the slightest feral hint to it, to tease at her vampiric nature; she hates to be boring. It has a natural kind of kink to it, and therefore, never lies flat. Sometimes she’ll pin/clip/tie it back, but usually, she’s more of a fan of letting it hang freely. When it hangs freely, she often likes to style it so that it flicks outward, almost as if her hair were sharp, or spiky.
COLOUR: Fitting to her surname, a rich, auburn red.

FACIAL HAIR.[/i]
LENGTH: N/A.
STYLE: N/A.

EYES.[/i]
COLOUR: Green.
ODDITIES: Like all others of her kind, her eyes will turn a dangerous red whenever she’s angry, pained, shocked etc, or whenever she wants to hint at her nature or intimidate.

PERSONALITY: To put it simply, Marissa is a self-absorbed flirt, and a wicked tease. She’ll do anything to get her way, so long as she benefits and enjoys herself along the way, and comes out on top. She’s a bit egotistical, stubborn as a mule, and has a devious streak more than a mile wide. Marissa knows how to use the natural traits she has to the best of her ability, and she’s manipulative and selfish at the best of times. She’ll flirt with anything that moves, male and female… and even a werewolf if she’s beyond desperate. Needy and a bit of an attention-whore, Marissa loves being the centre of focus; being in the limelight. When all eyes are on her, she’s in her element, and will do her best to please the masses… however she can.

She’s more or less a brat, and in her human life, Marissa was spoilt rotten. She was the type of child who would scream and throw a tantrum if it meant getting her way, and while she’s grown out of that, she will do anything in her power to make sure she’s not overlooked. She hates sexism, extremely, and many have fallen to her more vicious side because of jokes revolving around sexism, or if she’s underestimated. She loves abusing weaknesses, and will always make sure to memorise any she sees in a person, ‘friend’ or foe. Marissa doesn’t exactly make friends… she has ‘acquaintances’, and quite a wide variety of them. Not all of them are vampiric, like herself, and a good deal of them are male, understandably.

Opportunistic and rather callous, Marissa cares for very little in the world, except her own existence. She’ll defend herself with a vicious vigour, and has spilt quite a bit of innocent blood in her lifetime. She also enjoys the hunt; there’s nothing quite like it, to her, and she finds the idea of feeding from blood stores somewhat vulgar. She’d much prefer catching her own live prey…

WEAKNESSES: Marissa has all the vampiric weaknesses — intolerance to sunlight; dislike of garlic; inability to withstand holy relics/symbols; holy water; beheading; stake through the heart etc. She also doesn’t really know when to quit, and lives to push the limits; it’s gotten her in trouble in the past, and is bound to continue to do so in the future.

ABILITIES: Being a vampire, Marissa has all the usual abilities, including agility, grace, heightened strength and speed, enhanced senses and awareness, balance, and can scale walls, as well as leap to and from great heights without injury. She’s a pretty good dancer, but she uses this more to get her way rather than enjoy herself (not that she doesn’t enjoy herself whilst she gets her way, of course). She can also be very persuasive when she wants to be, with more vulnerable human males; the younger, the easier she can sway them… that doesn’t mean she can thrall them though, since this was a trait rather unique to Dracula himself. She just knows how to push their buttons. Marissa is also very adept at fighting with knives/daggers, and can hold her own in hand-to-hand… though she does prefer bladed combat.

WEAPONS: Four daggers (which have ‘names’), all with silver blades, given the number of werewolves in Los Angeles, and Marissa’s self-preserving nature. She also keeps one firearm, for that extra kick.

PRIZED POSSESSIONS: None, really. Marissa isn’t the kind to get too attached to anything, other than her own life.

HOME(S): Strangely enough, Marissa doesn’t just have one home… she has two. Being something of a restless spirit, she’ll change from one to the other frequently. They are both reasonable apartments, and she has on one each territory in LA. Perhaps she does this to stay just under the radar, what with moving back and forth like she does.

HISTORY: Born in Ireland in 1803, Marissa Auburn was the only child of wealthy parents. As a result, she was quickly spoilt rotten, and lavished with attention by almost everyone in her family and beyond. To the outside world, she was a perfect little daughter, and could never step a foot out of line, but behind closed doors, she was manipulative, selfish, and a brat. Her parents only had themselves to blame, they knew, and did very little to stop their daughter from getting worse… which she did. Whatever Marissa wanted, she would have, without exception; fine dresses, beautiful jewellery, the best horses and books and instruments — whatever she had chosen for a pastime for that month — and men… it had come to the young woman’s attention that she was attractive to the opposite gender, and she started to abuse this trait. She knew just how much to push them to get her way, but knew when to draw the line so she wouldn’t be viewed as improper; little more than a common whore.

When she was eighteen, she was engaged to a fine young gentleman whose name she could rarely remember, even in his presence. The arranged marriage bored her intensely, and she sought excitement beyond the constricting boundaries of a wealthy life. She would flirt to her heart’s desire, and at an extravagant party one night, she was seeking such an entertainment in the gardens, in the form of any lonely gentleman who might have taken a walk on the grounds of her family home. Walking through the lavish gardens, she came upon a most peculiar scene… in the form of a ‘noble’ apparently kissing a woman’s neck quite hungrily. He was, in fact, not kissing her… but biting her. He was a vampire. Excited and far too curious, Marissa allowed herself to be discovered watching, and demanded he share his power.

And he did.

He turned her that night, granting her all the power and grace vampires possessed, and she abandoned her strict, boring life to be with her sire. The two would flirt shamelessly, and not only with one another, but with anyone around them that they pleased. There was never anything other than flirtation and meaningless — albeit frequent — one-night-stands between the two, and they were more ‘partners’ than they were lovers. This suited Marissa just fine, and soon, they were crossing the sea to America; a land filled with new opportunities, and more exciting prey.

It was in this ‘land of the free’ that Marissa learned of the added danger of werewolves, and their savage pack nature. Not three months after they had arrived, Marissa’s sire was torn apart, while she watched from the shadows, not lifting a finger to help the one who had given her such power. She may have admired him, but she was too self-conscious to risk her own ‘life’ to save his. And so she was left on her own, free to do as she wished, with all the knowledge and teachings her late sire had given her. Granted, after seeing lycanthropes tear him apart, Marissa did develop a hatred for their kind, seeing them as brutes and little more than animals, but she knew better than to taunt the other supernaturals. She learned how to ‘fly under their radar’, and though she has had to defend herself against the odd rogue, she has avoided any incursions with packs, knowing how perilous that can be, with their numbers.

Marissa settled in Los Angeles, quite comfortably, loving the irony of the city, and the dark seduction it held; its lure. She is more at home in the city than she has ever been anywhere else… she’s in her element, and it would take quite a bit to make her leave.