Post by Rosie on May 9, 2009 19:51:58 GMT -5
C H A R C T E R I N F O
Name: Britina Moorson
Age: 25
Gender: female
Zombie Status: SIREN
Bio:
History-
If you've watched a TV, picked up a magazine, been anywhere other than under a rock (and its possible her music has been under there too) you've most likely heard of Britina Moorson, the musical sensation dubiously named the 'Princess of Pop'. Singing on stages since she was a fetus the young Britina grew up in the spotlight. At age 15 she reached the top of the charts with the single 'I Think You Hit My Candy In A Bottle One More Time'.
Her stardom rose despite rumors of implants, false boyfriends and pushy mothers until age 21. Getting married to an aspiring rapper/singer/dancer/financial leech she had a kid, a string of stress related incidents, gained weight and then finally set her life straight to start making music again and go on tour. When the gift of 'Eternal Youth' was available you can bet that Britina was the first one in line.
So what if suddenly people started disappearing from her shows? If her songs started to suddenly hypnotize those around her? That the numerous boyfriends she dated after she got rid of that lousy husband were never heard from again? Isn't that the way its supposed to be? Afterall publicity is a funny thing...
Appearance:
A product of the pop machine Britina is an eternal 25 year old blond, 5'6" (with heels to make her taller) with blue eyes and the type of body only the purse of a major celebrity can buy. The slave of fashion her outfits change often but are always guarenteed to try and make her look as glorious as humanly possible. She wears a headset with a microphone brought around to her lips which wires to a small amplifier attached to her hip, amplifying her musically based power. Pop Princess Britina always keeps around her a set of four backup dancers who, although they don't look as healthy as she does (standard zombies) always tend to be wearing matching outfits that compliment hers exactly.
Personality:
A pampered princess to the world but a 'good southern girl' at heart (if she still had one) Britina craves attention. She's used to millions of people falling over themselves silly to see her and just because most of humanity is now mindless eating machines does not mean that this desire should stop. To her there is no one better than herself and the more someone tells her she's pretty or how amazing her last single was the happier she is. Despite seeming sympathetic at times or seeming to have some emotion other than self love this is mostly an act. You are in this world either to love, serve or be served to her... or perhaps more than one.
Always one to want to put forth a positive image, even if all of her former paparazzi were eaten years ago, she tends to draw her pray in somewhere secluded before eating them. She never was one for eating with the public.
Role Play Post Example:
You set my soul at ease
Chased darkness out of view
Left your desperate spell on me
Say you feel it too
I know you do
The haunting melody drifted out the open door of the long abandoned theater the Siren called her home. On a single throne in the center of a stage the blond beauty sat, legs crossed, short silver metallic colored skirt pushed up to reveal a tight and gorgeous thigh. Her hands idly adjusted her tight matching silver tubetop as she waited patiently. Her guest would come. They always did.
As if on cue a gasp could be heard from the open doorway. A singular figure framed in the streetlights nearby outside. "Britina Moorson?" the man gasped, stepping inside, letting the doors close behind him. Hadn't he just been running away from zombies a moment ago? Why had he suddenly stepped into his own teenage fantasy? All that was missing was Mario Andretti to hand him keys to his own NASCAR.
The woman on the throne gasped, looking up from her adjusting to place a hand over her lips in supposed shock.
"Oh no... you recognize me?" she asked, trying to hide the swell of pride that rose every time someone knew it was her. "You didn't bring any of those... things with you, did you?" Standing up she walked down to the theater house, 5" heels clacking on the wooden stairs. The man, unaware he was doing so, started to walk down to her.
"No... Its just me..."
"Oh good..." she replied, finally, getting within arm's length of him. The man gushed.
"Wow... I can't believe this... you know I had the biggest crush on you when I was a kid." he said, turning a shade of pink. "You look... wow..."
Britina smiled, taking a step in closer. "You know... I don't say this often but... you're really handsome..." she replied, placing a hand to his cheek, caressing it softly. The man's jaw slacked as she leaned in closer, whispering into his lips. "Kiss me?" Her hands slid down to his hips, pulling him in closer, pressing her body to his. "Please?"
The man started to lean in, hands starting to roam nervously as she sang softly in his ear.
I've got so much more to give
This can't die, I yearn to live
Pour yourself all over me
And I'll cherish every drop here on my knees
Within two minutes there would be a blood curtling scream, a loud crunch and then only the pleased hum of a feeding Pop Princess. The only sound that would be louder would be her backup dancers outside, feasting on the rest of the young man's party... as it should be.
Name: Britina Moorson
Age: 25
Gender: female
Zombie Status: SIREN
Bio:
History-
If you've watched a TV, picked up a magazine, been anywhere other than under a rock (and its possible her music has been under there too) you've most likely heard of Britina Moorson, the musical sensation dubiously named the 'Princess of Pop'. Singing on stages since she was a fetus the young Britina grew up in the spotlight. At age 15 she reached the top of the charts with the single 'I Think You Hit My Candy In A Bottle One More Time'.
Her stardom rose despite rumors of implants, false boyfriends and pushy mothers until age 21. Getting married to an aspiring rapper/singer/dancer/financial leech she had a kid, a string of stress related incidents, gained weight and then finally set her life straight to start making music again and go on tour. When the gift of 'Eternal Youth' was available you can bet that Britina was the first one in line.
So what if suddenly people started disappearing from her shows? If her songs started to suddenly hypnotize those around her? That the numerous boyfriends she dated after she got rid of that lousy husband were never heard from again? Isn't that the way its supposed to be? Afterall publicity is a funny thing...
Appearance:
A product of the pop machine Britina is an eternal 25 year old blond, 5'6" (with heels to make her taller) with blue eyes and the type of body only the purse of a major celebrity can buy. The slave of fashion her outfits change often but are always guarenteed to try and make her look as glorious as humanly possible. She wears a headset with a microphone brought around to her lips which wires to a small amplifier attached to her hip, amplifying her musically based power. Pop Princess Britina always keeps around her a set of four backup dancers who, although they don't look as healthy as she does (standard zombies) always tend to be wearing matching outfits that compliment hers exactly.
Personality:
A pampered princess to the world but a 'good southern girl' at heart (if she still had one) Britina craves attention. She's used to millions of people falling over themselves silly to see her and just because most of humanity is now mindless eating machines does not mean that this desire should stop. To her there is no one better than herself and the more someone tells her she's pretty or how amazing her last single was the happier she is. Despite seeming sympathetic at times or seeming to have some emotion other than self love this is mostly an act. You are in this world either to love, serve or be served to her... or perhaps more than one.
Always one to want to put forth a positive image, even if all of her former paparazzi were eaten years ago, she tends to draw her pray in somewhere secluded before eating them. She never was one for eating with the public.
Role Play Post Example:
You set my soul at ease
Chased darkness out of view
Left your desperate spell on me
Say you feel it too
I know you do
The haunting melody drifted out the open door of the long abandoned theater the Siren called her home. On a single throne in the center of a stage the blond beauty sat, legs crossed, short silver metallic colored skirt pushed up to reveal a tight and gorgeous thigh. Her hands idly adjusted her tight matching silver tubetop as she waited patiently. Her guest would come. They always did.
As if on cue a gasp could be heard from the open doorway. A singular figure framed in the streetlights nearby outside. "Britina Moorson?" the man gasped, stepping inside, letting the doors close behind him. Hadn't he just been running away from zombies a moment ago? Why had he suddenly stepped into his own teenage fantasy? All that was missing was Mario Andretti to hand him keys to his own NASCAR.
The woman on the throne gasped, looking up from her adjusting to place a hand over her lips in supposed shock.
"Oh no... you recognize me?" she asked, trying to hide the swell of pride that rose every time someone knew it was her. "You didn't bring any of those... things with you, did you?" Standing up she walked down to the theater house, 5" heels clacking on the wooden stairs. The man, unaware he was doing so, started to walk down to her.
"No... Its just me..."
"Oh good..." she replied, finally, getting within arm's length of him. The man gushed.
"Wow... I can't believe this... you know I had the biggest crush on you when I was a kid." he said, turning a shade of pink. "You look... wow..."
Britina smiled, taking a step in closer. "You know... I don't say this often but... you're really handsome..." she replied, placing a hand to his cheek, caressing it softly. The man's jaw slacked as she leaned in closer, whispering into his lips. "Kiss me?" Her hands slid down to his hips, pulling him in closer, pressing her body to his. "Please?"
The man started to lean in, hands starting to roam nervously as she sang softly in his ear.
I've got so much more to give
This can't die, I yearn to live
Pour yourself all over me
And I'll cherish every drop here on my knees
Within two minutes there would be a blood curtling scream, a loud crunch and then only the pleased hum of a feeding Pop Princess. The only sound that would be louder would be her backup dancers outside, feasting on the rest of the young man's party... as it should be.