MCCARTHY, Deidre

[Deidre McCarthy]

†Deidre Marie McCarthy†

W H A T I F I S A Y I ' M N O T L I K E T H E O T H E R S ?
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what if i say i'm not just another one of your plays?

full name: Deidre Marie Mc Carthy
nicknames: Dee
birthday: August 1st
age:329329
gender:Female
sexuality:Hetro
human or vampire:Vampire

social status: Middle Class

Y O U ' R E T H E P R E T E N D E R .
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what if i say i will never surrender?

birth place: Somewhere in Ireland

parents:Jonathon and Eric McCarthy (Dead)
siblings:None
pets:None
other:Josephine Lore (Sire)

I ' M T H E V O I C E I N S I D E Y O U R H E A D Y O U R E F U S E T O H E A R .
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i'm the face you have to face, mirroring your stare.

eyes:
hair:Bright red hair
build:Slim
other featuresscar where the vampire bit

I ' M W H A T ' S L E F T . I ' M W H A T ' S R I G H T . I ' M T H E E N E M Y.
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i'm the hand that'll bring you down, bring you to your knees.

likes: Blood (of course), Respect, Dignity, Books, Small Talk, Music, Money, Status, Clothing, Men
dislikes:Sloppiness, Most Vampires, Large groups, Everything that gets in her way, Garlic, Sunlight, Crosses

personality:Deidre is a rather well respected woman, though she may be a crawler of the night. She really doesn’t act like one. Some of her morals still cling to her making her a rather calm vampire. She just doesn’t kill on impulse unless necessary. One would think her to be a “nice vampire” but of course there really is no such thing. She is a predator don’t forget that, but she isn’t a sloppy one. She prefers things done the right way instead of a huge mess. Often times Deidre gets bored which is of course a bad thing, if you annoy her. She is almost similar to a cat, how coy and mysterious they can be.

strengths:Huntress, a little self control,
weaknesses:Anything that can harm a vampire; silver, crosses, stakes, so forth. Of course she has her weakness to blood which isn’t the easiest to just hide.

fears:Being staked, she loves her immortality.
secrets:Her being a vampire. Duh.

aspiration:To live.

S O W H O A R E Y O U ? Y E A H , W H O A R E Y O U ?
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yeah, who are you? yeah, who are you?

history:

Her parents died years before Lady McCarthy became the woman she is today. Deidre's mother died a few months after she was born, only leaving a father to tend to his child. He never remaried not that anyone would want to mary a poor farmer with a child. It wasn't easy for him to take good care of her but she managed to grow with good health. Her father adored his daughter only wanting whats best fo her. He tried his hardest to feed her before himself, when they would be out of food. He lived a good life raising her, as she helped him alot on the land. In the end he hurt himself causing to get infected then dying painfully later. He left his daughter with hardly anything. Dedire managed, barly surviving until one day she ran into a stranger.

This said stranger would change her life. Dedrie never really saw it comming, she was attacked by this creature during the night as a mere source of food. Oddly enough the creature known as Josephine felt pitty for her, so eventually the woman turned her. First using her as a food source until she was fully drained. The woman showed her how things ran at night, how to hunt and so on. Soon her sire would flee leaving her by herself.

Dedire killed to survive she would gain her wealth by killing middle class men an woman. It took years before she finally reached where she is today. Now she travels from town to town until she gets bored with it. So far she rather enjoys Devil's Hollow. She has only been there for a few weeks.

K E E P Y O U I N T H E D A R K
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you know they all pretend.

experience: Lost count but its been a while.

rp sample:

Dominic Carters eyes opened for the first time in a long time. It had been at least a day or it felt like it not to mention he felt like shit even if he was on hard narcotics in his system. He could feel the three broken ribs he gained from having a table smashed into him and don’t forget being thrown harshly into cement walls. Let’s not forget the wound he received in his shoulder. The damn vampire took Dom’s stake and stabbed him in the shoulder. Who does that? Well apparently vampires they are vicious after all. If he wasn’t remotely fast he could have been dead by now. That stake was most likely meant for his heart Dom however luckily twisted in time for it to go into his shoulder. He slowly rose from his bed cradling his side in the process. Thinking back on that night he really shouldn’t have fought three vampires on at one time. It wasn’t as if he could handle it but one of them was a bit old. A grunt came from the man but the noise wasn’t loud enough to disturb anyone.

“That witch is trying to fucking kill me.”

Throwing his legs off the side of his bed, He had muttered those words to himself. He did not quite understood his surrounds. So of course he had no idea that a blonde girl was standing at the mirror. Oh not the mention he had no idea where he was. He was just glad to be awake. Dom wasn’t much of a sleeper so he over did himself with that fight. He shook his head, trying to wake himself up. The medicine was still running through his veins causing him to be rather tired. Or it could be the simple fact he had not slept since he gotten to Boston, which had been a few days ago.

He ran his hand threw his messy hair after sitting there for about a minute. Those icy blue hues battered awake as he became a little more conscious of his surroundings. First thing he noticed was that he was in a hospital, duh. He sighed heavily feeling a little infuriated for being here in the first place. Dom hated being in a weak state but his curious eyes were not done wondering. The second thing he noticed was blondie. She was looking at her neck in the mirror. In Dom’s view he could see the puncture wounds of a vampire where they should not be. Only seeing them really pissed him off. However, he relaxed himself quickly. He took notice that she was scared, she had fear written all over her face. She was a lucky girl to be alive. Normally vampires kill they don’t want their story getting out but in today’s society humans were ignorant. They wouldn’t believe you if you told them the truth.

“Got yourself in a mess with a vampire huh?”

Honestly, he didn’t know what to say to her, there was a little sympathy but it lasted for about ten seconds. The girl looked like a mess, not saying she was unattractive, but she looked just as bad as he felt. Under the circumstance Dom was use to the pain. It wasn’t his first encounter he’s done this millions of times. The wound on his shoulder was only added to the collection. He had stopped counting the broken bones because it was way too many to count. Most of them healed fast because of the witch but he had no idea where the hell she was at. If he could guess one place, she most likely was in the hotel room worrying about him. Well good, she should be, she knew how much he hated being in a damn hospital. People asked questions, ones that he didn’t feel like answering.

"You would be suprised how much people know. I wouldn't adivise going around saying that you know them either. Most chances people think your nuts other times you get unwanted attnetion and have more come after you."

Dom tried to stand up as he was speaking. It worked but he was acting as if he wasn't in pain. Though it was quite obvious seeing as it was written on his face. He walked shuffled over next to her looking in the mirror. He really didn't notice how bad he looked. His hair was standing up all over the place. He had a black eye, which made his face look a little swollen. Again he looked like hell. Dom glanced down at her with his good eye.

"I would say 'Don't worry' however, i'm not that kind of guy. If those walking corpses want something they will come back. I'm just going to warn you right now. They don't leave their pray alive," He glanced away from her. "Normally..."

secret phrase: REMOVED

[Markos Harper]