Allora White Feather Larson

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^{Searching in the darkness, running from the day} _{Hiding from tomorrow, nothing left to say}

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Name: Allora White Feather Larson
Nickname: Ally
Gender: Female
Birthdate: September 1
Orientation: Straight
Age: 171
Species: Vampire
Ability: Drawn to places she needs to be or should be

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^{Victims of the moment, future deep in doubt} _{Living in a whisper until we start to shout}

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Love it?

Hate it?

Strengths and Weaknesses?

Fears?!

• Losing more that I love
  
• Julius Gallo
  
• Relying on human blood

Full Personality:

I'm cautious whenever I'm in a new place. I do warm up quickly to my surroundings but not so much other people and would rather be able to laugh through my existence. I am a great listener and would rather listen than talk. I have problems with trusting others, but that's only because of my past. I have learned to trust in my ability and to open myself more freely, but I still secretly observe everyone and everything before I'm completely comfortable with them.

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Celebrity Play-By: Tinsel Korey
Eyes: Brown, but turns black like other vampires' eyes do when they show their fangs
Skin: Pale, but still tanned
Hair: Black
Scars/Marking: None
Build: Slender

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^{Searching for an answer, keep your alibis}_{Don't know where we're goin', just know where we've been}

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Mother: Red Deer
Father: Timothy Larson
Siblings: None
Other: Husband, Red Lance and son, Running Buck
History:

I grew up in a world that looked at everything, including people, in terms of color. My mother was Kiowa and my father was a white goods trader. One day, when my father was trading with my mother's tribe, he offered to trade all of his items for her hand in marriage. The chief, my grandfather, agreed and my mother went with my father. Not long after, I was born and lived mostly in the "white man's world". I was always quiet growing up because of my mixed-blood, I grew up being teased and tormented by everyone. Being concerned with my treatment, my mother convinced my father to leave the “white world” they lived in and live with her tribe that she had left but not until my home was attacked by a posse of the townsfolk. Growing up as a “half-breed” with the Kiowa in what is now northern Texas, I was still mostly quiet. I didn't trust anyone anymore, except my parents. Despite my treatment by everyone else, I was loved dearly by both parents and lived the happiest life I could. I always tried to smile and play lighthearted jokes on the people I was most comfortable around. To everyone else, I was mostly quiet. I have always liked to observe for awhile before joining in.

Once I had turned 15, a young brave by the name of Red Lance gave my father two good horses and a rabbit he had hunted early that morning to marry me. My father was pleased by the offer and allowed us to marry. We conceived a child shortly after and I enjoyed spending my days raising a beautiful son.

I didn't get to enjoy it for very long though because both my husband and son had been killed by white horse soldiers almost two years later.

Although an innocent man, a few years later, my father gained an enemy. Cyrus Billingsly was convinced that my father stole from him and wanted him dead. So he went to the one person everyone had feared because he was only seen at night and had rumored to have blood red eyes, Julius Gallo. Explaining that Cyrus wanted my entire family killed, Julius set off to find us.

It wasn't long before Julius found my family. He rode into the Kiowa camp on his black horse during a quiet night. He had no one else with him because he worked alone. He silently went from teepee to teepee, slaughtering everyone without being noticed. Once inside the last teepee, my family's teepee, Julius had laid eyes on me who was wide awake. He had already decided, in that one moment, that he was going to keep me for himself.

I didn't show any fear towards the tall and pale man and instead just looked at him as the small fire's glow danced on the only skin that was exposed of the man that stood before her: his face. I was mesmerized by his eyes. They were as different as I was.

Julius moved towards my sleeping parents without taking his eyes off of me. He knelt down and quickly killed my mother. That brief moment that Julius took his eyes off of me, I had realized what he was doing. My scream woke my father instantly, but it was too late. Julius had grabbed me from behind in a flash and peered into Timothy's eyes.

Pleading for my life, Julius smiled an evil smile and sunk his teeth into my small neck. He was careful to break his hold before he killed me and slammed my father to the ground as he tried to attack Julius. With a searing pain coming over me quickly, I watched in horror as Julius bit into my father's neck and the life drained out of my father's eyes. I didn't wait to see if my father truly died or not and instead tried to escape the teepee and run for help, but when I reached the closest teepee, I only found death.

Julius emerged out of the teepee quickly after me and watched as I ran from teepee to teepee until I had finally just collapsed and let the burning pain consume me. Once I was still, Julius approached and slowly picked me up. He whistled for his horse and effortlessly put me over the horse and mounted in the saddle himself. Riding through the night, back to his home. After that, I don't remember much.

A few years later, I had devised a plan to escape from Julius. Once he was away one night, I made my way north to what is now Minnesota and never settled for more than a year in any one place. I've been all over the northern and southern Americas, letting my gift of being drawn to places guide me.

Today, more than 150 years later, I have succeeded in steering clear of Julius Gallo. I've made my way to Dark Haven and have stuck to myself trying to settle in a life here.

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^{Remember when the clock strikes twelve, the losers always win}
_{We're creatures of the night, we're creatures of the night, hey}

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RP Sample:

Doesn't need to be from this site but has to be longer than the limit

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^{Searching in the darkness, running from the day} _{Hiding from tomorrow, nothing left to say}

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Username: ally
Cbox/What we will call you by: Cindie
How long have you RP'd: 10+ years
Comments:
How did you find us: Created it with Angie
Any other characters: Felix