GRIFFITH;; lucille {FINISHED}

[LUCILLE GRIFFITH]

LUCILLEadelineGRIFFITH

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Full Name: Lucille Adeline Griffith
Nicknames: None, because she is basically alone, but has been known previously called Lucy
Date of Birth: January 10th, 1904
Date of Change: October 17th, 1923
Species: vampire
Abilities: none, just basic. Y'know speed strength
Diet: carnivore
Resides in: Where ever she wants

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Height: 5' 9"
Weight: one hundred and nineteen pounds
Hair Color: brown
Eye Colors: red
General Appearance: Lucille is a supernatural beauty. Large, blood red eyes are usually hidden to humans by dark sunglasses, but often seen in the final moments of human beings. Her hair is often scruffy, maybe even sexy in appearance. Depends on who's lookin'. Her lips, which are often curved in a smirk are nearly always coated in a thin layer of shiny lip gloss. Her skin is pale, and when she starts getting hungry dark bruise-like marks form around her eyes. On that note, her skin is pale, and ice cold to the touch. In the solitude of wherever she may happen to be staying, she lays in the sun just to see her skin sparkle like a thousand of faceted diamonds in the sun. She is tall, standing at five foot nine inches, and is well filled out in the right parts.

She likes wearing hoop earrings, anything flashy and sparkly. She likes the colors red and black, and is often seen wearing them. Since cold is not an issue, she could be seen walking around in cut off shorts and a red halter top. She doesn't mind the looks; actually, she quite enjoys being looked at and admired. Dresses that wouldn't make the dress code in most high schools are her specialty. She knows how to work a little black dress. She likes wearing high heels and boots, or just barefoot on her own time. It just depends on what she has and what she feels like wearing.
Play by: Olivia Wilde

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Likes:

• Blood, as if that wasn't obvious.
  
• Sunglasses, she enjoys wearing them.
  
• Watching, the object in question doesn't matter. She's very observant
  
• Alcohol, she likes the smell
  
• Men
  
• Sex
  
• Hunting

Dislikes:

• Humans, most of the time. So pathetic. So delicious.
  
• Those damn mutts
  
• Veggies, they're so weak in her opinion
  
• Smoke
  
• Human women, they're so pathetic
  
• Vampire human romances. Humans are food, not lovers.
  
• this

Strengths:

• Hunting
  
• Tracking
  
• Charming
  
• Observant
  
• Smart

Weaknesses:

• Her pride
  
• Easily annoyed
  
• No mercy
  
• The smell of mutts
  
• Smell of blood

Overall Personality: Lucille is a huge flirt. She loves teasing men, human and vampire alike. Just knowing she gets to them is a victory for her. She loves the hunt; it's what she exists for. It makes her feel whole, and she likes doing it often. Mostly because she needs to do it, but it still brings her amusement. She is woman whose pride is a big deal to her. She doesn't like being talked down to at all and may get violent. This can mean one of several different things. 1) If you're a vampire, things could get a little ripsy or fangsy 2) If you're a wolf, could get REAL ugly 3) If human, get your affairs in order. She really likes watching things, anything. She's curious by nature, and would love nothing more than to sit and watch something in silence.

She doesn't just hunt anyone though. She always takes out the stragglers. She'd never attack someone with a spouse (or child) while all were in her sight. She hates herself for it, but never would deprive one from the other like she was. And when she hunts, she does so cleanly. She leaves a false trail, and always makes what would be simple bite look like some sort of terrible accident. Not that she doesn't like playing with her food though.


Theme Song: Heartless: Kanye West (OPTIONAL)

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Mother: Beatrice Griffith
Father: Andrew Griffith
Siblings: none
Significant Other: none
Other family: none
History: Lucille Adeline Griffith was born January 10th, 1904. Her family wasn't the richest, most popular families but they managed to pass by. She'd always been a pretty girl, though time proved her to be beautiful. In her high school, she'd been liked decently enough, and was smart, always observing things with high volumes of curiosity. She was the only child her parents had, and for a majority of her life everything had seemed perfect. Her parents loved her, she had a nice home, they hardly ever argued, yet she still wanted more. She would sneak out every weekend, seeing the boyfriend her parents never really liked. She wanted fancy things, wanted more than her parents could give her, but she remained, on the outside, pleased and happy with their efforts.

On October 17th, she was coming home from meeting her boyfriend that night. She was alone walking down a road to take a short cut to her home so she could get in at a decent hour. Something came from behind a tree, someone inhumanly attractive, with glowing red eyes. Her curiosity was too much, and it would cost her the beat of her heart. She'd taken a few steps closer, and then the figure lunged on her. Helpless to the attack, she was just lying there, having the life sucked from her veins. He assumed he'd finished his job; whomever he was. Yet, there was still just enough strength in her that slowly allowed her to change, however agonizing it may have been.

Next years were times of endless thirst. She was always thirsty, always hunting. Day after day all she did was slay and drink, leaving nothing behind. She didn't remember much about her parents, only her last few minutes which were still a haze. She began to curve her cravings, and slowly began to control her thirst enough to think clearly. She went back to old habits; always studying someone or something. She was graceful enough to steal what she needed, jewelry and clothing. She never lived anywhere permanently, if she needed a hotel room she'd just steal the money. It wasn't a big deal to her. She got what she needed one way or another. She wears dark sunglasses when she's out and about, and her current location seems to be around Forks Washington.

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Your first name: Keo, Miry, Keri, Lu, other various
How you found us: ad on a site I'm on
Other Characters: this is my first!
Canon or Original: original
Code: 'it's my story, i want my happy ending'.
Time Zone: East Coast of the USA (and yeah, I SUCK with time zones XD)
Have you read the Twilight Saga? Oh yes!!! LOVE them! Probably read them each like 10 times XD
Activity Level: pretty good
Role play Sample:

It was almost like she wasn't even the daughter of Bill and Fleur Weasley. Dominique sat in the back of the pub, her cold gaze on the steam rising from her mug. Ever since that stupid goblet came to Hogwarts everyone had gone crazy. It was like she had been erased off the Weasley family tree. Taking a sip of her butter beer she winced; too hot. The liquid had scorched her throat. Grumbling and pulling her wand out of her bag, she tapped the mug and watched as the steam slackened a little. Everyone was talking about James and Victoire. Victoire and James. Even Louis had been getting more attention than her. Dom had been discarded like a three year old pair of robes with holes and sleeves that were six inches too short.

Not only that, but everyone believed it was a boy's tournament to win. She was just as tough as anyone out there! She could take them! Her gloved hands flexing in frustration, she took another sip of her drink and glowered around The Three Broomsticks. Some of her friends had even went to the enemy! The girls were acting like those stuck up brats from Beauxbatons. Flipping their hair and batting there eyes at anything that didn't wear a skirt. It was so much better off without these guys. She was still standing in the shadows as far as everyone was concerned.She thought of her climbing out the window of the girls' dormitory without anyone taking notice.

Naw... someone would notice she was gone. Fred, Roxie; somebody! They would have to! Staring into the frothy liquid in her mug, her booted foot tapped the edge of the booth, trying to drown out all of the chatter that was reaching her ears. Releasing the handle of her glass she began to fiddle with a strand of hair that peeked out from under toboggan that has escaped her thick French braid. Maybe if she was more like Victoire she'd get noticed. People liked Vic. She was smart, beautiful, and perfectly lady-like. Dominique on the other hand was not as smart, was in detention quite a bit, and has a general air of Weasley about her that made her looks quirkier and not as perfect.

Rabbit was more of a pant and sneakers kinda girl and her sister was skirts and high heels. Her sister could bring any guy to his knees and she could only get put in detention by them. Niq was a tom boy, Vic was a girly girl. Smushing her cheek against the the heel of her blue gloved hand, she used the free one to bring the necklace that her Uncle Charlie has given her, the one with the little purple dragon who had glittering jeweled eyes. Tapping it with her finger, her blue eyes followed the charm as it swung back and forth. Back down to her cup. It was nearly empty already. She must have drank quite a bit of her butter beer while she was thinking and arguing with herself and then comparing herself with her sister.

Brushing off the seat of her orange jeans, she picked up her mug and drained it's contents and walked back to the counter, smiling at the woman behind the counter. "Can I get a re-fill please?" Handing her the mug, she watched as she left to fill it up on the other end of the bar. Drumming her fingers along the bar, she hummed a little, looking around the pub. Maybe she should lighten up. She could make a serious come back on her own. Yeah! Do a huge prank or something on the staff; she could pull it off. That was if she wasn't interrupted by another prefect again. Damn Pearley. She'd get him back.

Brought back to life by the tap on her shoulder, she smiled and walked back over to her booth, taking a long sip from her mug, the warm, buttery sweet liquid racing down her throat. Smiling, she yawned, sliding down in her seat. Her eye lids drooping a little, she took a few more slurps of her drink before continuing her humming and closing her eyes completely. The sounds of the bar became a faint buzz, luring her into a light doze, not exactly noticing whoever it was about to interrupt her by sliding into the seat opposite of her.

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Like, OH MY GODD! this template was made by Bubbles on Bubbles Designs! if you steal, she will hunt you down like a dog on steroids. Rawr. Be afraid...be very. afraid. some slight edits were made by lilmissellie of deviantART.

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