Post by Wiki Mistress on Jun 20, 2009 19:35:55 GMT -5
I... I can't help myself... she calls to me. Drawing me in with her vampiric glamour...
Name: Sidra Cotton
Nickname: Si (pronounced “sigh”)
Age: 16
Birthday:
Place of birth: Tyrone, GA
Grade: 11th. Junior: Gould
Appearance:
Gothic Burlesque. Sidra is unnaturally white (literally, she takes great pride in making sure her skin is as pale as it can possibly be, and often enhances that with a loose powder) with wide, dark hazel eyes. Her natural hair color hasn’t been seen since she first discovered the wonders of dye and hair falls (very easy to make, and she sells them in her etsy.com shop along with an assortment of very strange corsets) but occasionally dark brown roots can be spotted through whatever color she’s gone for that week.
Her eyes are always, ALWAYS, lined in makeup, either with a little glitter heart beneath where the typical emo/goth teardrop would be, or with some other funky design she whipped up because she was bored and had her makeup bag with her.
Occasionally she’ll be seen with tattoos, none of them are real. It’s an amazing thing, what the movie and entertainment people come up with. It’s a technology Si uses to her advantage. The tattoo designs are water-proof and smudge-proof for the better part of two days. She loves them.
As far as clothing style goes. It varies from ragged rags to what Philip Lim would describe as “steam punk” in a very high fashion. Most of the clothes are alterations from the GoodWill or made by Si herself. She has a desperate love for both her electric violin and her sewing machine.
When Si smiles, many people are often shocked to find two, elongated canine’s. They aren’t real, but they’re form fitted and color matched to the rest of her teeth and connected to each other with a bridge that crosses the roof of her mouth in an otherwise invisible line. Vampire fangs. Custom made, just for her. They were a pretty penny, for sure, but definitely worth the price of $70.00 plus the shipping costs of both her impressions and the fangs themselves from a guy back in Georgia. She never could tell if his name was actually Conan or not. Either way, he was a hot older guy who made fangs. What wasn’t to love?
Personality:
Enjoying the challenge (or is it really a challenge?) of “squeaking mundane” Si goes out of her way to look strange. Not a very difficult task really, not like it would have been if she were in say, New York during Halloween. It’s possibly a sick and twisted pleasure, but Si doesn’t really care. Her life, her world, was changed drastically when her mother came out of the closet and scaring her dad.
Finding joy in music, more specifically that of E Nomine, VNV Nation, and other “dark goth” sounds Si is very much a part of the subculture. It doesn’t bug her one way or another about what the rest of the world thinks is “normal” and she can be heard arguing that “normality is a delusion of the masses built by the subconscious so people can feel like they fit in. It’s stupid stupid stupid.” Yet she refers to people as “normals” if they wear what she feels like commercialization has told them to wear.
If it were ‘real’ Si would have sought out a vampire long ago to turn her. The horror behind them, the sheer misunderstood villainy of them pulls her to them. Draws her like a moth to the flames.
Town area:
Job:
Transportation:
Family background:
Sidra grew up in Georgia with her parents and her two younger siblings, Fallon and Thad. When she was in 8th grade her mother came out of the closet -- literally, when she was found in a supply closet making out with her brother's Biology teacher during a middle school open house. Soon after that her mother sought a divorce from her father, who was devastated by her unfaithfulness but would have remained with her for the children.
She was awarded custody and soon she and the children and her girlfriend all moved to California.
Brother: Thaddeus Cotton. 15.
Sister: Fallon Cotton. 16
Mother: Deborah Branscombe. A dark-haired beauty who is always at the gym, when she isn't at her job as a receptionist for a physical therapist.
Step-mother. Sandra Benson. A middle school science teacher. She's a bit on the hippy side and tries to be far too nice to her partner's children, particularly Thad, who frequently proclaims great hatred for her.
Father. David Cotton. A medical examiner. He hasn't dated any since Deborah left him, crushed as he was to find out she wasn't at all interested in him. Her admittance that she thought she could love him because he was kind of effeminate probably didn't help matters any.
Class Schedule:
How long have they been attending Gould?: Since Sophomore Year
After school Activities:
Likes:
Vampires, Werewolves, Violins, E Nomine (German Band), corsets, squeaking mundane, turning heads, challenging the norm, steam punk (this also applies to diesle punk, romantigoths, circus punk, etc), horror movies, horror books
Dislikes:
Mundanes (this varies depending on the person), romantic comedies (unless they involve vampires), Twilight (those are NOT vampires), Buffy (Joss got it wrong. The vamps would have won), Angel (whiney little vampire boy. Ugh!), when her brother steals her eyeliner (never mind that she has enough make up to put MAC out of business)
Other Information:
Celebrity used: Emilie Autumn
200 word writing sample:
A very well worn copy of the original Dracula in hard back was perched precariously on fishnet covered knees and a hand searched idly for mundane food. The painted girl’s eyes traveled voraciously over the page devouring the words as Dracula should have devoured those who had dared step into his realm. His world. Her nail were painted a coagulated blood red (really dark) and the paint was chipping enough that they needed to be redone. Assuming of course that she was the type of girl to get her nails done on a regular basis. She wasn’t.
Lips parted to reveal her standard tooth-line of standard teeth, plus elongated fangs. That Conan guy did good work. She could eat with them in without fear of one popping loose and accidentally swallowing it. He’d sent her a list of directions on how to keep them clean and keep the color from changing. Good guy, that Conan. She couldn’t remember the name of his company though, but it didn’t matter, so long as he kept doing good work she was happy. The food she’d parted her lips for passed through into the orifice and she began to chew almost absent mindedly.
Bothersome habit. Eating. Shame she couldn’t REALLY be a vampire. Then she wouldn’t have to worry about a thing at all. She’d be immortally beautiful (and let’s face it, she really was a knock out in her humble opinion), and could nom on the people who annoyed her. Yes. That’s what she’d do.
Turning the page, Si continued to read, keeping well away from the windows in the gym where she’d chosen to take part in her meal. Away from the squalling of the mortals. Where just she, and her Count could sit in peace.
Name: Sidra Cotton
Nickname: Si (pronounced “sigh”)
Age: 16
Birthday:
Place of birth: Tyrone, GA
Grade: 11th. Junior: Gould
Appearance:
Gothic Burlesque. Sidra is unnaturally white (literally, she takes great pride in making sure her skin is as pale as it can possibly be, and often enhances that with a loose powder) with wide, dark hazel eyes. Her natural hair color hasn’t been seen since she first discovered the wonders of dye and hair falls (very easy to make, and she sells them in her etsy.com shop along with an assortment of very strange corsets) but occasionally dark brown roots can be spotted through whatever color she’s gone for that week.
Her eyes are always, ALWAYS, lined in makeup, either with a little glitter heart beneath where the typical emo/goth teardrop would be, or with some other funky design she whipped up because she was bored and had her makeup bag with her.
Occasionally she’ll be seen with tattoos, none of them are real. It’s an amazing thing, what the movie and entertainment people come up with. It’s a technology Si uses to her advantage. The tattoo designs are water-proof and smudge-proof for the better part of two days. She loves them.
As far as clothing style goes. It varies from ragged rags to what Philip Lim would describe as “steam punk” in a very high fashion. Most of the clothes are alterations from the GoodWill or made by Si herself. She has a desperate love for both her electric violin and her sewing machine.
When Si smiles, many people are often shocked to find two, elongated canine’s. They aren’t real, but they’re form fitted and color matched to the rest of her teeth and connected to each other with a bridge that crosses the roof of her mouth in an otherwise invisible line. Vampire fangs. Custom made, just for her. They were a pretty penny, for sure, but definitely worth the price of $70.00 plus the shipping costs of both her impressions and the fangs themselves from a guy back in Georgia. She never could tell if his name was actually Conan or not. Either way, he was a hot older guy who made fangs. What wasn’t to love?
Personality:
Enjoying the challenge (or is it really a challenge?) of “squeaking mundane” Si goes out of her way to look strange. Not a very difficult task really, not like it would have been if she were in say, New York during Halloween. It’s possibly a sick and twisted pleasure, but Si doesn’t really care. Her life, her world, was changed drastically when her mother came out of the closet and scaring her dad.
Finding joy in music, more specifically that of E Nomine, VNV Nation, and other “dark goth” sounds Si is very much a part of the subculture. It doesn’t bug her one way or another about what the rest of the world thinks is “normal” and she can be heard arguing that “normality is a delusion of the masses built by the subconscious so people can feel like they fit in. It’s stupid stupid stupid.” Yet she refers to people as “normals” if they wear what she feels like commercialization has told them to wear.
If it were ‘real’ Si would have sought out a vampire long ago to turn her. The horror behind them, the sheer misunderstood villainy of them pulls her to them. Draws her like a moth to the flames.
Town area:
Job:
Transportation:
Family background:
Sidra grew up in Georgia with her parents and her two younger siblings, Fallon and Thad. When she was in 8th grade her mother came out of the closet -- literally, when she was found in a supply closet making out with her brother's Biology teacher during a middle school open house. Soon after that her mother sought a divorce from her father, who was devastated by her unfaithfulness but would have remained with her for the children.
She was awarded custody and soon she and the children and her girlfriend all moved to California.
Brother: Thaddeus Cotton. 15.
Sister: Fallon Cotton. 16
Mother: Deborah Branscombe. A dark-haired beauty who is always at the gym, when she isn't at her job as a receptionist for a physical therapist.
Step-mother. Sandra Benson. A middle school science teacher. She's a bit on the hippy side and tries to be far too nice to her partner's children, particularly Thad, who frequently proclaims great hatred for her.
Father. David Cotton. A medical examiner. He hasn't dated any since Deborah left him, crushed as he was to find out she wasn't at all interested in him. Her admittance that she thought she could love him because he was kind of effeminate probably didn't help matters any.
Class Schedule:
How long have they been attending Gould?: Since Sophomore Year
After school Activities:
Likes:
Vampires, Werewolves, Violins, E Nomine (German Band), corsets, squeaking mundane, turning heads, challenging the norm, steam punk (this also applies to diesle punk, romantigoths, circus punk, etc), horror movies, horror books
Dislikes:
Mundanes (this varies depending on the person), romantic comedies (unless they involve vampires), Twilight (those are NOT vampires), Buffy (Joss got it wrong. The vamps would have won), Angel (whiney little vampire boy. Ugh!), when her brother steals her eyeliner (never mind that she has enough make up to put MAC out of business)
Other Information:
Celebrity used: Emilie Autumn
200 word writing sample:
A very well worn copy of the original Dracula in hard back was perched precariously on fishnet covered knees and a hand searched idly for mundane food. The painted girl’s eyes traveled voraciously over the page devouring the words as Dracula should have devoured those who had dared step into his realm. His world. Her nail were painted a coagulated blood red (really dark) and the paint was chipping enough that they needed to be redone. Assuming of course that she was the type of girl to get her nails done on a regular basis. She wasn’t.
Lips parted to reveal her standard tooth-line of standard teeth, plus elongated fangs. That Conan guy did good work. She could eat with them in without fear of one popping loose and accidentally swallowing it. He’d sent her a list of directions on how to keep them clean and keep the color from changing. Good guy, that Conan. She couldn’t remember the name of his company though, but it didn’t matter, so long as he kept doing good work she was happy. The food she’d parted her lips for passed through into the orifice and she began to chew almost absent mindedly.
Bothersome habit. Eating. Shame she couldn’t REALLY be a vampire. Then she wouldn’t have to worry about a thing at all. She’d be immortally beautiful (and let’s face it, she really was a knock out in her humble opinion), and could nom on the people who annoyed her. Yes. That’s what she’d do.
Turning the page, Si continued to read, keeping well away from the windows in the gym where she’d chosen to take part in her meal. Away from the squalling of the mortals. Where just she, and her Count could sit in peace.
