Post by Pumah Mistress on Mar 22, 2006 9:23:37 GMT 12
[Name >> Mara 'Snow White' Fredholm
[Age >> 17
[Gender >> Female
[Tribe >> Vampire
[Rank >> Hunter
[Nationality >> Swedish
[Politics >> Politics really isn't her thing since it usually bores the crap out of her.
[Romantic orientation >> Can go both ways.
[Appearance >> Mara has among the bluest eyes you can ever find, the kind that reminds you of biting cold winters and wide open landscapes covered with snow.
Her golden blond hair falls in soft curls down to her shoulders and her skin is as pale as the snowy fields her eyes portrait.
Mara stands tall, with her 5'10 (178cm) and when she moves you can see trimmed muscles move beneath her pale skin. She usually wears black jeans and a wine red tight top with long loosefit sleeves that could easily hide whatever she wanted up them. She wears black boots with heels, though not too high heels since she's pretty sure she'd break her legs in them.
Carries the nickname 'Snow White' because of where she comes from.
[Attitude >> Mara always considers her options before speaking, and being a smart woman also means having a smart mouth. She can curse worse than a sailor and will probably do so with a cigarette between her lips.
She looks pretty and charming but hidden underneath is a urge to shed blood, she's tasted it once and now she wants more.
Not the most stable person at all times, though who would be after living with her parents?
[Notable History >> Mara was born up in the far north of Sweden, where the winters were long and biting cold, into a wealthy Swedish/Finnish family.
They lived a long drive from civilisation since her father, who was quite the excentric man, lived under the constant fear of being followed. He had been diagnosed with schizophrenia since early childhood but had been on heavy medication, though when Mara's older brothers (twins) were born the father for some reason stopped.
Her childhood was to say the least, quite odd, with an schizophrenic father and a mother that, at least according to Mara, wasn't too sane in the brain either. Her father even had the three young children crawling across the floor once, armed to their teeth 'cause he knew someone was outside their big house.
When her and her brothers weren't tutored by their strict stuck-up teacher they were out in the forests tracking, sometimes they would be gone days in a row. Armed with hunting knives at all times in order to be able to protect themselves against the wildlife and the occasional poacher they would march miles and miles, most likely while smoking a large amount of cigarettes.
At the age of 14 she killed her first poacher. It had happened on pure reflex when the man had launched himself towards her and Mara had spun around, knife in hand and shoved it into his chest, right below the thorax but with an angle that had pushed the blade straight to his heart. It had been an accident and no one would have blamed her if she'd told, but deep down she couldn't help but to feel good. His blood on the white snow by her feet had been one of the prettiest sights she'd ever seen, and while that fact scared her it also intrigued her.
She had just turned 16 when her brothers left for America and only days after their arrival the plague struck.
Mara followed the events with her parents for days and nights, and on the 5th night her mother walked out into the freezing winter and never came back.
Mara's father stopped talking after that, not even his usual insane mumblings would be heard, but he did hand her the key to her trustfond. Mara packed a bag, took one of the cars and drove without a driver's license to the nearest airport and bought a ticket to America.
[Age >> 17
[Gender >> Female
[Tribe >> Vampire
[Rank >> Hunter
[Nationality >> Swedish
[Politics >> Politics really isn't her thing since it usually bores the crap out of her.
[Romantic orientation >> Can go both ways.
[Appearance >> Mara has among the bluest eyes you can ever find, the kind that reminds you of biting cold winters and wide open landscapes covered with snow.
Her golden blond hair falls in soft curls down to her shoulders and her skin is as pale as the snowy fields her eyes portrait.
Mara stands tall, with her 5'10 (178cm) and when she moves you can see trimmed muscles move beneath her pale skin. She usually wears black jeans and a wine red tight top with long loosefit sleeves that could easily hide whatever she wanted up them. She wears black boots with heels, though not too high heels since she's pretty sure she'd break her legs in them.
Carries the nickname 'Snow White' because of where she comes from.
[Attitude >> Mara always considers her options before speaking, and being a smart woman also means having a smart mouth. She can curse worse than a sailor and will probably do so with a cigarette between her lips.
She looks pretty and charming but hidden underneath is a urge to shed blood, she's tasted it once and now she wants more.
Not the most stable person at all times, though who would be after living with her parents?
[Notable History >> Mara was born up in the far north of Sweden, where the winters were long and biting cold, into a wealthy Swedish/Finnish family.
They lived a long drive from civilisation since her father, who was quite the excentric man, lived under the constant fear of being followed. He had been diagnosed with schizophrenia since early childhood but had been on heavy medication, though when Mara's older brothers (twins) were born the father for some reason stopped.
Her childhood was to say the least, quite odd, with an schizophrenic father and a mother that, at least according to Mara, wasn't too sane in the brain either. Her father even had the three young children crawling across the floor once, armed to their teeth 'cause he knew someone was outside their big house.
When her and her brothers weren't tutored by their strict stuck-up teacher they were out in the forests tracking, sometimes they would be gone days in a row. Armed with hunting knives at all times in order to be able to protect themselves against the wildlife and the occasional poacher they would march miles and miles, most likely while smoking a large amount of cigarettes.
At the age of 14 she killed her first poacher. It had happened on pure reflex when the man had launched himself towards her and Mara had spun around, knife in hand and shoved it into his chest, right below the thorax but with an angle that had pushed the blade straight to his heart. It had been an accident and no one would have blamed her if she'd told, but deep down she couldn't help but to feel good. His blood on the white snow by her feet had been one of the prettiest sights she'd ever seen, and while that fact scared her it also intrigued her.
She had just turned 16 when her brothers left for America and only days after their arrival the plague struck.
Mara followed the events with her parents for days and nights, and on the 5th night her mother walked out into the freezing winter and never came back.
Mara's father stopped talking after that, not even his usual insane mumblings would be heard, but he did hand her the key to her trustfond. Mara packed a bag, took one of the cars and drove without a driver's license to the nearest airport and bought a ticket to America.
