Post by Sookie Stackhouse on Jul 9, 2011 17:11:06 GMT -7
[DRAMATIS PERSONAE]
Name: Sookie May Stackhouse
Nicknames:
Gender: female
Age: As of the current rp year/date
Date of birth: Month, day, year
Blood status: human (part fairy)
Play By: Anna Paquin
[INNER THOUGHTS]
Overview (a general personality): at least two paragraphs
Likes: at least two
Dislikes:at least two
Strengths: at least two
Weaknesses: at least two
Fears:at least one
[PERSONAL INFORMATION]
Job?: waitress
Pets:
[HISTORY]
at least two decently-sized paragraphs. The more detail, the better
[FAMILY]
Father: Corbett Hale Stackhouse, father, 1/4 fairy, murdered
Mother: Michelle Stackhouse, mother, human, murdered
Siblings: Jason Stackhouse, brother, 1/8 fairy, road crew supervisor, missing
Other: Niall Brigant, great grandfather, full blooded fairy, prince
Einin, great grandmother, human, deceased
Fintan, grandfather, 1/2 fairy, murdered
Dermot, great uncle, 1/2 fairy
Adele Hale Stackhouse, grandmother, human, murdered
Bartlett Stackhouse,
Linda Delahoussaye (nee Stackhouse), aunt, 1/4 fairy, deceased
Claude Crane, first cousin once removed, full blooded fairy, strip club owner
Claudia Crane, first cousin once removed, full blooded fairy, murdered
Claudine Crane, first cousin once removed, full blooded fairy, fairy godmother, works in customer service
Hadley Delahoussaye, cousin, 1/8 fairy, vampire, murdered
Hunter Savoy, first cousin once removed, 1/16 fairy, telepath
[OUT OF CHARACTER]
Goes by: The name/nickname you wish to go by
Experience: How long you've been roleplaying
Found us through: How you found this site
Other characters: What other characters, if any, you are currently playing
Anything else: Anything else you might want to tell us. Optional
Roleplaying sample: Everything went smoothly at Merlotte’s tonight, and that doesn’t just mean that there weren’t any strange, inexplicable supernatural occurrences. There weren’t any disturbances, period. There were no bar fights, no yelling matches, no couple needing shooing from the bathrooms -- there wasn’t even a single drunk truck driver hooting and hollering or calling her names. Sure, this wouldn’t be so odd was it a Tuesday, but it was a Friday. It was a Friday and the twenty-something barmaid was on the receiving end of not even one negative comment. Well, no. It wasn’t Friday anymore. She glanced down at her watch as she wiped down the last of the tables and saw that it had been Saturday for a full hour now. Although she was alone to close up and she had been on her feet for the past six and a half hours, she was oddly content. Calm, even. It wasn’t the lack of drama and stress, or even the sacred moments of solidarity after a busy work night. It was the quiet. To be more specific, it was the silence in her mind. She was a radio that had been turned off, able to choose when and where she wanted to tune into a station, and it didn’t even require much concentration at all. It was bliss. Usually, she had to put all of her focus into her telepathic blocks so that she didn’t hear what thoughts were crossing her customers’ minds, but lately, it took nothing.
Of course, Sookie knew why, and it had nothing to do with simply the improvement of her peculiar abilities, unfortunately, although that would have been much better. No, it had everything to do with the thousand year old blood running through her veins. Still. She had taken Eric’s blood in the past, once in the belief that she was saving his life and another when she had been staked and needed as much energy as she could get in order to save her ex-boyfriend, and although the blood was very effective for a few months, it did eventually fade. She liked that. Yes, at first, she enjoyed the compliments she received. The blood had made her teeth whiter, her hair blonder, and her a heck of a lot stronger when fighting for her life. But she liked feeling human. She wanted it. She needed it. She felt alien enough seventy-five per cent of the time. She didn’t want to take the easy way out. Unfortunately for her, although the effects on her appearance and health did fade, the bond it forged did not. In fact, it only grew stronger during their little ‘tryst’. That’s what Sookie was calling it.
At the time, Eric’s memories had been erased by one very upset and very powerful witch, and while Sookie provided shelter for the vampire fugitive, they formed a relationship, of sorts. It was strange for her, trying to figure out what to do now that it was over. She was able to confide in, laugh with, talk with a much more relaxed, less ambitious version of the scheming Viking she knew, and it was nice, but it wouldn’t last. She knew that, even then. As soon as his memories would return to him, everything would return to the way they once were. And that’s how it worked out. Only now, the blood that they exchanged as lovers had strengthened their bond, and there wasn’t any escaping that. A few weeks had passed since the status quo took over once more, and Sookie had waited until just recently to finally break the silence. A few of Eric’s things that Pam had first brought over when Sookie agreed to hide the sheriff of Area Five had remained at her house. It wasn’t anything of much importance, only some clothing of his which remained on her dresser, folded neatly, but if she had to wake up and see them one more time...
Sookie sent Eric a text message the night before the last on her new cell phone. It was quite a step for her, technologically speaking. She told him that she had some of his belongings at her house and that he should send his daytime man pick them up the following day around noon. For whatever reason, he told her that he would come by himself to get them. Very unusual. The Eric she knew wouldn’t deem his time worthy of such a dismal task, which was why people were actually renting themselves out as ‘assistants’ of sorts to vampires who needed to get things done during the daytime but clearly weren’t able to. She thought over all of the reasons possible that he might have to warrant such unEric behaviour while she refilled the salt and pepper shakers. Could he have another assignment of some kind for her? Sookie had only done a few for him, the last being her going out to Dallas to find a missing vampire, but that had been ages ago. Then, there was the possibility that it had nothing at all to do with business and that he actually wanted to see her. She paused as the thought crossed her mind but she quickly shook it off and continued working. No, that was more than unlikely. Well, she thought, if he was here to fly her off somewhere, away from Bon Temps, she would turn him down. It was that simple.
After fetching her purse from Sam’s office, Sookie took one final sweep of the bar before shutting off the lights and leaving. The air was warm tonight. She locked the doors with ease and hurried over to her car, checking her watch for the second time. It was half past one, which meant she was fifteen minutes late. Oh, well. Too bad, she thought. He could wait a few minutes, and that was even if he was there yet. She had difficulty believing that he would care about punctuality with her. So, she took her time unlocking her car and climbing in. She pulled out her compact, instinctively, and reapplied her lipstick, then took her hair out of its high ponytail, shaking her pale blond hair with her fingers so that her scalp could relax. At least she could feel a little better before having to put her usual talking-to-Eric guard up. Talks with him always stressed her out, even if she had a particularly peaceful night. It took her ten minutes to drive home, as per usual. She parked up behind her house and was relieved to see that there weren’t any other cars there. She had time to change.
Sookie swiftly slipped out of her car and ran up the steps to her beloved old house. She might be rigorous with the security of her home, but her car was a different story. It was so old and beaten up that there would be no reason for anyone to steal it, so she left it unlocked while it was parked at the house. After unlocking the front door, she went straight in without taking a single look toward the living room. Instead, she took her time to set down her purse, check the time again, and check her phone for messages. There were none. Luckily, though, she had to pass the room by in order to reach her bedroom. She only just noticed the person standing in her living room, having to take a double take just to make sure she hadn’t imagined it.
“Eric?”
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