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Thalia Eleni Phillip - July 28, 2007 08:03 PM (GMT)
__++hello. my name is…
name/nickname:: Bree.
age:: 21.
experience:: a little over a year on various sites.
other characters here:: none as of yet.



__++you can call me…
&&__basic information

full name:: Thalia Eleni Phillip.
nickname(s):: Lia, Thalli.
birthdate:: June 18th.
age:: 126.
ethnicity:: Greek.
orientation:: Heterosexual.

species:: Vampire.
belongs to:: Sanguinaire Coven.
title:: Guard.



&&__physical description
height:: 5'6".
weight:: 128lbs.
eye color:: A color hovering between gray and green.
hair color:: Medium brown, with streaks of both lighter and darker hues.
body type:: Extremely tall, thin, and lanky.
distinguishing marks:: Thalia is known both for her freckles and the thick, heavy fringe of bangs that she refuses to change; she also has various small scars from battles over the years. Other than that, Thalia is relatively unmarked.
dress style:: Though she is over a hundred, Thalia has found her niche in the modern goth-grunge style of clothing. She wears either black or extremely dark clothing, pairing thin waif dresses with heavy combat boots, thick structured jackets with tiny skirts, and favors heavy, funky jewelry, especially dark wooden crosses.
portrayal:: Jesia Chiminazzo.
picture::
user posted image




&&__personality test
likes::
    ;; bare-knuckled brawls
    ;; black cherry nail polish
    ;; heavy combat boots
    ;; natural fabrics
    ;; rock music
    ;; classic literature
    ;; working out to the point of exhaustion
    ;; sarcasm and all dark humor
    ;; anonymous sex
    ;; film noir
    ;; nicotine
dislikes::
    ;; anything pretty, pink, or bubblegum
    ;; popular fashion and music
    ;; people who pretend to be or actually are idiots
    ;; citrus scents
    ;; wide-open spaces
    ;; unnecessary slaughter
    ;; obnoxious speciests
    ;; bubbly blondes
    ;; dreaming
    ;; extreme shows of emotion
bad habits/quirks::
    ;; smoking -- Thalia finds it moderately relaxing, and, as she doesn't really need to worry about cancer, lights up prodigiously.

    ;; walking away from people in the middle of conversations -- if Thalia is at all bored with what's going on around her, she'll simply walk away from the situation without a word of warning. She honestly doesn't care who's speaking to her or what they're speaking about; if it gets to the point that she wants to leave, she will.

    ;; being touched -- Thalia doesn't like it. Period. And if she doesn't specifically invite someone to touch her, or if they're not friends to the point she doesn't mind casual contact, she will kick a person's ass for touching her in any way.

    ;; finger nail polish -- her one major concession to being a girly female, Thalia keeps her nails covered with a thick, shining layer of dark red polish. It's the one thing she's obsessive-compulsive about, and so chipping said polish drives her batty; it's more likely to piss her off than out rightly insulting her to her face.

    ;; cursing -- Thalia is big on flagrant use of inappropriate language. To her, they're just words, and people only make them offensive if they decide to take them that way. Besides, they're fun to say, spraying out of the mouth, shocking those around her. She just likes them, and uses them well in every one of the myriad languages she knows.

    ;; weapons, training, and all things bodyguard-like -- Thalia takes her job seriously, as well as simply enjoying getting her sweat on. She researches new fighting techniques, practices both with weapons and hand-to-hand every day, and can be found in the training yard in the rare moments she's not at her leader's side.

    ;; drumming, guitar, rock'n'roll -- Thalia's real relaxation, the thing that soothes her savage beast, is banging out a fierce rhythm on her professional, dark cherry red, shiny, beautiful drum set. She's also recently taken up the guitar, though she thinks she's complete crap at writing her own songs. But she loves it, all of it; Thalia often thinks about how, if she were human, she would've rocked the stage.
favorite bloodtype:: panther.
general description:: Thalia is an extremely apathetic, almost repressed person. She doesn't have much to say, and even when she does, it comes out wrapped in sarcasm and edged with bitterness. So in some ways, she's the stereotypical bodyguard: stoic, silent, cautious. But in other ways, Thalia is like no one else. She has an extremely rich inner voice, one that's always running, commenting on the world around her, drawing unique conclusions that assist her in her job as well as providing insight into her life. But Thalia purposefully suppresses that voice from speaking very often, from a need to keep her self, her real self, safe, from reasons in her past, and from a natural inclination to lean away from others and only rely on herself.



&&__battle royale
artillery::
    ;; Two Glock 17Pros
    ;; Two Jericho 941Fs
    ;; One Colt King Cobra Revolver
    ;; One 12-gauge shotgun
    ;; Two Luparas
    ;; One AR-15
    ;; Three 45 ACP Chief's Specials
    ;; Thalia usually only carries a few of the handguns on her, and keeps the others around for more serious situations, as well as just for fun. But she is proficient with all of them; shooting was not a natural talent for her, but one that she worked at until she became an expert marksman.
swordsmanship::
    ;; One Fairbairn-Sykes that's sheathed on the small of her back
    ;; Two KA-BARs, strapped to her right leg when she's on duty
    ;; One Khukuri, gifted to her after a year of training with the Gurkha
    ;; Besides the Khukuri, Thalia keeps her knives on her at all times. They are her weapon of choice, and she is rarely if ever bested when wielding one in a fight.
martial arts::
    ;; Muay Thai
    ;; Aikido
    ;; Kendo
    ;; really, though the three listed are her favorites, Thalia practices Mixed Marital Arts -- she's had enough time to study a variety of styles of combat, and she actually combines and employs them in her line of work.
combat::
    ;; beyond all her weapons training, Thalia does hand-to-hand just for fun. She loves to bare-knuckle box, to really get in there and beat on someone until she's bloody and raw and panting for air. When it comes to timing and expedience, she'll reach for her weapons first, but when it comes to simply enjoying what she does, Thalia always goes for the hand-to-hand. She is assisted by her appearance, as her thin, wafish, body and uncaring attitude give people the impression that she is easily beaten; but when entering the fray, Thalia is a fighter that simply won't quit.



&&__family history
father’s name:: ;; Alexandrios Phillip
mother’s name:: ;; Eleni Phillip
sibling’s name:: ;; Markos Phillip -- older brother
;; Alethea Phillip -- older sister
;; Charra Phillip -- older sister
;; Nikolas Phillip -- older brother
general history:: [
    ;; Born to a wealthy family in Greece one hundred and twenty-six years ago, Thalia's father was one of the major monetary contributors to the Corinth Canal, a major Greek undertaking of that time. A few months before her actual birth, Alexandrios uprooted his whole family and followed the building of the canal; Thalia grew up surrounded by flying dust and slowly moving construction.

    ;; As such, and being extremely younger than her siblings, who were bitter about the move anyway, Thalia spent a lot of her time alone amongst the rubble. She was solitary from birth, and only became more so as she grew older, rarely interacting with others her own age. She was even privately tutored, as they moved too often to stay at a steady school and she moved faster than her counterparts in any case.

    ;; Thalia refused to marry, which at the time was still the entire purpose of women in her level of society at the time. So, at twenty, her father was finally frustrated enough with her to consider farming her out to a convent. Instead, Thalia left home, preferring to spend her days and nights on the streets than continue to live in her parents home.

    ;; As it happens, and as is usual in these stories, Thalia's natural inclination to know everything led her to the darker side of life at the time. She began to explore her world, going every where from America to China, and finally arriving in Paris, closer to her original home, at the age of twenty-two. It was there that Thalia was bitten, and quite willingly.

    ;; For her, becoming a vampire was just another way to explore more of the world. She has spent her time since then investigating everything, and found her place in the realm of warfare, traveling across the world to learn various forms of martial arts, weapons training, and combat technique.

    ;; While in New York for a little while, Thalia also began to develop a deep love of rock music, learning to drum and working to do it well, as she does in all things. It has since become a devotion in her life, one of the few things that truly makes helps her relax.

    ;; Finally, sick of traveling, Thalia returned to Paris, deciding to take her place in vampiric society. She explored the various covens now existing, and knew that her place was within the Sanguinaire Coven.

    ;; She worked through their ranks of soldiers, moving up due to her single-minded devotion to the cause as well as her ability to focus solely on combat, as she has little to nothing else in her life.

    ;; Thalia eventually garnered her dream job, due to her years of devoted service: she became the body guard of the coven's leader, and has since served faithfully in that position. Really, Thalia has little to nothing else in her life: her job, her music, and that's about it. She is fanatical about performing her job well, however, and is singularly dedicated.

    ;; To be honest about it, Thalia has never had a real relationship with anyone in her one hundred and twenty-six years of life. Instead, she has copious amounts of anonymous sex, not caring if it's with another vampire, a human, or even a lycan. It's not that she's against relationships exactly; it's just that she's never met a man she wanted to spend more than a night with.

    ;; Recently, there has been a mild amount of upset and confusion within the coven, especially due to their leader's extra-curricular activities. However, in her position, Thalia is still stalwart in her defense of the coven leader and his decisions.



&&__proving your worth
role-playing sample::
QUOTE
The sun was setting over the Chicago sky, a soft orange glow fading into hazy red, signs the world was slipping into twilight; chill crept along with the darkness, brushing the skin of those braving a winter night for the sake of fiery entertainment.  Giana counted it a fair trade:  the addition of a ruby cashmere beret atop the golden glory of her hair for the chance to glean information from the gathering, the suffocating weight of a structured wool coat for the opportunity to aid her chosen family.  She stood at ease in the lot before the Carnivale campground, hands tucked in pockets; preferring for a time to keep everyone at a distance, her demeanor conversely showed that she was nothing to watch and everything to fear.

The lights flickered on as the darkness slipped ever closer, their electronic luminance seeming somehow more exotic in the mysterious atmosphere of the campground.  Rose, violet, lime, azure, ivory. . . the Zwicklers had fused old world charm with new world technology in a way that made them at once foreign and familiar, the perfect atmosphere for a Carnivale; Giana would give them that much.  And, always, there was a contrast between heartsblood red and pure ebony laced through the fair, a contrast that any vampire could appreciate.  Giana studied the layout, or what she could see of it, as the gates slowly opened and the crowd pushed forward en masse, most of them very human and very excited, towards the Carnivale.

After purchasing tickets with a small smile for the woman working there, a smile designed to be somewhat forgettable, Giana tucked the thick folds of red paper into her pocket, strolling forward, eyes constantly scanning.  There was a stage set close to the gates, heartsblood and ebony again, just behind the ticket counters; Giana began to simply walk past when a man stepped from the shadows, emerging front and center on the aged wooden planks, fire whirling around his head.  He was almost completely bare, a sight she could appreciate, from the top of his dark, tousled head to the bottom of his pale, bony feet.  Well-muscled and fluid in his movements, he sent the fire spinning once more, easily avoiding the burn of his own rope, until he purposefully danced one end up his breastbone, drawing a gasp from most of the crowd.  Giana simply smiled, eyes gliding up the red mark now staining his fair skin; an echoing smile slid along the man's lips, growing infinitesimally wider when his eyes locked with hers.

Interest catching, Giana allowed herself to stay trapped in his gaze, pushing him to greater feats with a playful grin, challenge and promise glittering in her eyes.  Their contest finally broke as he spun faster and faster, sweat just beginning to bead on his skin as he performed, then casually bowed and exited with the consummate skill of a life-long entertainer.  Easily marking him for a Zwickler, Giana let her mind flow back to clan business, trying to decide if he was Daniil or Ivan; from the simple fact that he was spinning flame, she settled on Ivan, eyes sharpening as a thought took form. 

Stepping carefully in her stiletto boots, Giana casually picked her way across the lightly muddied ground until arrived behind the stage, gaze once again scanning, this time with a specific target in mind.  Ivan was standing not far from where she was, lightly toweling himself off before he slipped on casual garments.  Giana took a few steps forward, remaining primarily in the shadows, only her head and shoulders visible in the luminescent haze; with a predatory smile, she willed him to look up, to see her.  Then the performance would truly begin.


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erin - July 28, 2007 08:53 PM (GMT)
Ok. One of the better profiles I've seen. Awesome. Usually I make people do closer to 15 bullets for the history, but you have and their lengthy, so I don't mind in this case. They're good by the way.

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