Post by Josephine Pryor on Jan 25, 2012 12:23:19 GMT -5
HELLO, GOOD MORNING HOW YOU DO,
JOSEPHINE DAWN PRYOR
[/color][/font]JOSEPHINE DAWN PRYOR
WHAT MAKES YOUR RISING SUN SO NEW?
AND I'M LIVING AGAIN, AWAKE AND ALIVE,
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DYING TO BREATH IN THESE ABUNDANT SKIES[/center]
Josephine Dawn Pryor aka Josie
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b. February 2, 1876 / c. December 31, 1899
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female
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bisexual
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Cold one
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Masking her appearance - Josephine can instantly mask her appearance but it is limited to changes in hair color and eye color. She cannot alter her height or her clothing and cannot extend to mask anyone else's appearance. She can only hold the mask for up to 2 hours before it disappears and that is when she really concentrates. When she is not fully concentrated, it is harder for her to keep up the facade. It comes in handy when she needs to make a quick getaway but anyone who looked closely at her would still recognize her.
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Red
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NEVER THOUGHT I COULD FALL LIKE THAT
THIS IS MY APPEARANCE
[/color][/font]THIS IS MY APPEARANCE
NEVER THOUGHT I COULD HURT THIS BAD[/center]
Olivia Wilde
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Josephine Pryor has always been pretty, though some in her former life did not find the appeal in her square, masculine jaw that gave her a little bit too much strength for their tastes. She's always been a slight woman, rarely exceeding 130 pounds in all her womanly fluctuations, which at times has made her defined jaw stand out starkly from her body in a most alien way. The proportions of her face are evened out by dark brown hair that naturally falls in lanky waves, just enough to give her hair a little bit of texture but not enough to give her a wild, Amazonian beauty. Her face is the most striking part about her, with thin brows that arch elegantly over eyes that used to be a clear blue-green but now range from a highly-saturated crimson to a pit of blackness. Her nose is not particularly remarkable, bearing no unusual length or width, nor strange nostrils. Her lips are a well-defined bow, thinner than some would consider beautiful but the way they can curve into a pout, a smirk or a snarl is quite seductive.
In life she had a golden tan from her time spent outdoors that was rarely flushed with excitement or embarrassment, but "death" has faded it to a slightly translucent cream-color, not quite so pale as to draw attention to herself, but enough that she is considered light-skinned in most places that she visits. Her lean frame does not appear to be exceptionally strong, though it cannot be denied that there is a certain air of power that exudes from her. Whether it is physical or emotional strength is left up to the interpreter.
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LEARNING TO BREATHE, LEARNING TO CRAWL,
THIS IS MY PERSONALITY
[/color][/font]THIS IS MY PERSONALITY
FINDING YOU ALONE CAN BREAK MY FALL[/center]
Human blood
Being alone
Dressing up
Mimicking people's voices and mannerisms
Mid-sized cities
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Drunks
People telling her what to do
Jabs at her jawline or appearance
Getting dirty
Animals of all kinds
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Intelligence
Seductive
Mimicry
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Quick-tempered
Recklessness
Vanity
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This vampire is smart, as one would expect, and she was also smart as a human. She can learn quite easily from observation and catches on quickly to new ideas, which is a large part of how she's been able to thrive despite the changing times. Josephine gets most of her prey by seducing them, making her something of a black widow type. She is well aware of the enhanced abilities of vampires and puts them to good use to draw in her intended meals, leaving them next to powerless to resist her.
Josephine fights to keep control of herself and is usually quite successful with the one exception of her temper. Anger flares fast and brutally in this one, but it usually does not linger for long. Josephine can all too easily become too involved in chasing down her next kill, allowing her to forget herself. She has come close many times to exposing herself but has thus far been lucky. This female has put far too much stock into her appearance. Perhaps it was the males who had thwarted her as a human, but she takes great care to put herself together each day and jibes at her appearance are taken far too personally. However, her vanity benefits her in that she hates the purple shadows that form under her eyes when she goes too long between feedings so that she feeds nearly every other day, which keeps her strength up.
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I COULD USE A FRESH BEGINNING TOO,
THIS IS MY HISTORY
[/color][/font]THIS IS MY HISTORY
ALL OF MY REGRETS ARE NOTHING NEW[/center]
Johnathan Joseph Pryor, deceased, father
Betty May Pryor, deceased, father
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When Josephine Dawn Pryor was born to doctor Johnathan Joseph Pryor and his wife, Betty Mae Pryor, Kansas City was young in the terms of being official, having only been incorporated since 1848. This was not so young, however, that the Victorian society had not taken some hold on the blooming city, leaving women in a prison of strict laws of etiquette and men in equally binding codes that largely sought to pretend as if sex did not exist. As a young woman growing into a moderately wealthy family, Josephine was taught all the laws about appropriate behavior with young men who might come to court her. However, she was not always as meek as she should be and she was frequently found outside beyond the eyes of her mother and other chaperones, though she was never improper. Sunshine was just something she enjoyed far too much. It resulted in a much darker skintone than most of the young ladies of her time and to some it made her undesirable, but to others it only made her more coveted.
Josephine would not get the life that her parents always wished for her. They worried at first when she did not marry by her 18th birthday, but some small part of them was happy for the extra opportunity to raise her in the proper traditions and customs. When she was twenty three she began to be courted by an older gentleman, wealthy both by birth and by his own hand. He owned a small bank in town, but his parents had left him a large inheritance when they'd passed unexpectedly. Nothing would come of this, however, as on a New Year's Eve celebration at the turn of the century, Josephine would turn up missing. The Pryors were not important in society and the older man thought Josephine had surely run away, being as old as she was.
Of course the truth of the matter was much different. Josephine had been attacked by one of several vampires in Kansas City. She was supposed to have been a meal for the man, but he was distracted by the sound of a group of drunkards coming his way and his brain was in such a state that he left Josephine just after biting her, more worried about revealing himself than finishing her off. He stayed close, watching and waiting for the men to wander off while the young woman writhed in agony as the fire of the vampire venom ripped through her veins. Somehow she suffered in silence, but perhaps she knew that the man who had attacked her was close and she knew that he would surely kill her if she cried out. And such was her lust for life, her vanity, her longing for something beyond the life that she was forced to live that she would take this pain over death. As he watched her, he thought that if he could control those first months of insatiable thirst he could have a mate, a female powerful enough to assist him and who would perhaps be subservient to him.
After the men left, Ezekiel, as he was called, brought Josephine to his home and waited for the transformation to become complete. As expected, Josephine felt a raging hunger burning at the pit of her stomach the moment the pain eased from her body. If not for those hunger pangs she would have thought herself dead. Under Ezekiel's supervision she hunted, her first feed being on a shabby drunk passed out in an alley. To this day she still cannot get the taste of him out of her mouth and it is only in the most desperate of times that she will drink from a man with such foulness in his bloodstream.
Ezekiel trained Josephine how to hunt inconspicuously, choosing victims that would be easily overlooked, and the basic rules of her new life. He showed her the new abilities that she now possessed, hoping she would be so grateful that she would stay with him forever and follow his every command. But Josephine was smart and she could sense that he was using her, a fact she kept carefully mum about. Once she felt in control of herself, she left him. He tried to persuade her to stay but her temper quickly flared and she had not quite outgrown her newborn strength. She bested him easily, though she did feel debted to him just enough that she spared his life and fled Kansas City as fast as she could. She turned north, feeding in the larger towns she came across, never stopping for more than a week at a time. It was as if she was searching for something, but there was nothing in particular that Josephine wanted. She had freedom and that was all she needed. And power. We can't forget the power.
Josephine began to slow eventually, lingering here and there for sometimes as long as a month, but the second she grew bored or there was talk about someone going missing, she moved on, using her unique power of deception to instantly change her appearance long enough to get out of town without anyone recognizing her. It was a power she had discovered accidentally while trying to lure a victim in, thinking about how she could get his attention. She knew the instant that his eyes flew wide in horror that something was different and so after she had finished feeding, she took a glance in the mirror and saw the change that had overcome her. From what she had learned from Ezekiel she thought that this perhaps stemmed from her childhood talent for imitation, something that had come in handy to make the other children laugh and had served her later in life by helping her perfectly imitate her teachers so that she was the perfect little lady.
Josephine has only turned one other vampire. It was an experiment to her, to see firstly if she could do it and if it was something she would enjoy. She was very pleased in the amount of control she had over her urges and watching the young man change, his face contorted in the most extreme agony, gave her a thrill of sadistic pleasure. However her newborn was not nearly as independent as she had been and she quickly tired of his puppyish way of following her around. She left him before she could kill him, just a few months after his transformation and she has no idea or care as to if he is still alive or how he turned out. She doesn't even recall his name.
Her most recent wanderings have brought her to the Pacific Northwest, which has only just settled from a rousing near-battle between the Volturi and the only other coven that comes close to them in size. The concentration of vampire scent has made Josephine devastatingly curious and she creeps closer to the town of Forks, where a whole new set of "treasures" awaits.
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this app was made by morning glorious of caution and the image by BRI ?! of caution.
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