Post by MARGO ♥ REINHART on Mar 4, 2013 2:20:18 GMT -6
JE SUIS FOLLE DE TOI♥
* *C'EST TOI QU'A COMMENCÉ
N A M E* *
Margo Reinhart
N I C K N A M E S* *
Firecracker, Fresh meat (isn't fond of any of these)
A G E* *
19
G E N D E R* *
Female
O R I E N T A T I O N* *
Heterosexual
S P E C I E S* *
Human
P O W E R S & A B I L I T I E S* *
Besides her grand stubbornness, wit and charm are Margo's only abilities that are of use to her. Her ability to attract danger does her no service and she has no power to help her get out of sticky situations.
* *FOU ET TELLEMENT ÉVIDENT
O C C U P A T I O N* *
Student
C L A S S Y E A R* *
Fifth year
* *QUE VEUX-TU
L I K E S* *
- Seeing new things
- The winter time
- Really cold ice cream
- The Carpenters (60-70's band)
- Running (every morning and afternoon)
- Blankets (or anything she can wrap herself in like scarfs)
- Cereal
- Writing
- Simple rings
D I S L I K E S* *
- Being put below someone else
- Being seen as weak
- The heat
- Being called a piece of meat
- Being left behind
- Werewolves
- Hearing things but not being able to see them
- Glitzy items
S T R E N G T H S* *
- Running
- Being on her own
- Comebacks
- A sense of humor
W E A K N E S S E S* *
- Inability to trust
- Relationships
- Hiding her feelings
- Her temper
* *JE VEUX TE VOIR
M O T H E R* *
Eliza Reinhart
F A T H E R* *
Jayden Reinhart
S I B L I N G S* *
none
S P O U S E* *
none
C H I L D R E N* *
none
O T H E R* *
sadly, none
H I S T O R Y* *
Despite the fact that she is human, Margo's life is anything but normal. Living in a world where the supernatural existed, Margo had never been bothered by the fact that there were werewolves, vampires, witches--she actually marveled at them. She impatiently waited for some sort of power to come upon her; being able to control water, cast a spell--anything that would define her as "inhuman." But this never came. Born from a completely human family, Margo finally accepted around the time she was eleven that she would be obtaining any powers any time soon. She had no intention of being being bitten, Margo always had to look away when people were cut or when they were getting shots at the doctor, but if it happened there would be no helping it.
Her life with her family had been fine, not quite cookie cutter material but family was all Margo really had. Margo wasn't exactly good at making friends. When she would find supernaturals, in her earlier attempts to say she would one day be one of them, they would call her a piece of meat, a blood bag. The kids at school also could not get over Margo's old obsession with supernaturals and how she used to spout about how she was one of them when she never was. Margo had been over it already and couldn't be more content about being human, but somehow the others wouldn't forget about it.
Margo would usually drive people away on purpose. She was tired of being teased one way or another. Whether it was because she used to want to be a supernatural or because she was a weak human. In attempts to not seem weak, she developed a temper and an inability to trust others eventually came along with it. With a pretty appearance and the attitude of a crab, people pretty much stayed away on their own. Though on the inside Margo was just as much as a girl as everyone else. She likes seventies music, ice cream, blankets, writing, old movies--she was a rather simple girl, but of course Margo would never let others see that.
Margo didn't have any special feelings for certain supernaturals, until the day that her parents died in a car accident after a reckless werewolf had been running across the road. Margo was immediately hurt and blamed it on werewolves and although she didn't hate them, she convinced herself that they were irresponsible and annoying creatures. If there is something Margo wouldn't catch herself dead doing, it was befriending something as reckless as a werewolf.
Although attending St. Gabriel didn't exactly slim her chances of meeting a werewolf she still liked the island. She found it a remarkable place and was fine going to school to school there even if it meant she would see a couple of werewolves. After her parents death, she unconsciously sought comfort out of her old obsession. Margo just hope her bag of blood self doesn't get too involved with others that blood spills. Her attitude and sarcasm might get her into some trouble though...
* *C'EST EN QUELQUE SORTE JUSTICE
RP Sample»
(Sample from Supernatural rp)
Thirrin almost gave a growl, something that witches couldn't do. "Comrade wouldn't hurt her." Her face suddenly dropped. "They're in love with each other. Trust me." She shifted uncomfortably, rolling her shoulders as her stomach churned with disgust. "I've seen it...."
Michelle looked at Thirrin with a stern face. "You didn't look close enough." Her eyes sparked and her face clearly showed anger. "You know NOTHING."
Michelle turned back to Anya and grabbed her by the shoulders, looking at her seriously and almost deadly. "Anya, do you know how many filthy vermin have touched my sister? How many times she's been bitten? Yet she stays around the people who hurt her the most." Her eyes suddenly showed everything she felt her her sister. Her eyes started to get glossy and then she blinked and they were gone. The only sign of affection she ever had for anyone was gone. "I have to get back at them Anya," She let her go, chin up, towering like a skyscraper. "I need to."
"So what are we going to do about?" Thirrin said, crossing her arms and getting more irritated by the second. "I wont stand there and watch Comrade be killed."
Michelle looked over at Thirrin, emotionless, giving a plastic smile. "I already told you you're job," She waved her off. "You need to stay on track and then you may do what you wish."
Thirrin cocked her head, eyes narrowing with suspicion. "Then why did i have to come here--"
"We need a place to stay dont we?" Michelle answered, something wierd in her voice. The upbeats of her voice seemed off tune.
Thirrin stared at her for while, deciding whether to go or not. When Comrade popped in her head, she nodded and restlessly started to walk towards the front door.
When they heard the click of the front door, Michelle sat on the couch and smiled at Anya. "Dear Anya...you've known my sister since preschool," She snickered. "I found it stupid that you guys met by sharing crayons but now i kinda admire your close relation ship....because I need you to use it..."
She leaned forward. "Listen carefully Anya..." Her eyes were dead on target, watching Anya like she could explode like she was a ticking time bomb. "You have to go find Jasmine and tell her you got your memory back--" Michelle flinched. oops. She decided to ignore her error. "I can see the little gaping hole of confusion in your head, not big deal. It'll leave in a while." She continued with the plan. "While you're there I want you to be my spy. Find information on EVERYONE there. Their weakness." Her voice shook a little. "Keep a special eye on Comrade."
"This is important so listen up. Every night, when everyone thinks you're asleep, you sneak out and come report everything you know for the day. I wont tell you where i am for if the vampires follow you They'll kill us all." She made sure to make this sound frightening. "Anya. Comrade ate me. The reason Jasmine is in this place right now is because she went looking for me after he sucked me dry." She took in a big breathe. "You understand I dont want this to happen to anyone any more? So because you bidden by the seal, the entire time your there, you will feel a tug to come back at me. At night, follow that tug."
"Do you understand?" She asked but didnt let her answer. "Good. He will take you to the mansion," She got up and walked to the what looked like the kitchen, cocking her head to the top of the stairs.
There stood Matthew...
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A L I A S* *
Sky
T I M E Z O N E* *
Pacific Time Zone
C O N T A C T* *
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O T H E R C H A R A C T E R S* *
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