Post by HALEY MARIE LARSON on Jul 3, 2010 17:31:21 GMT -5
HALEY MARIE LARSON.
VAMPIRE . SEVENTEEN . SCARLETT JOHANSSON
i know it's everybody's sin,
but you've got to lose to know how to win.[/CENTER]
On the outside, Haley looks like almost any other girl in a cold climate. She's around five foot six inches, a pretty standard height, and weighs in at one-hundred and twenty-two pounds. She was born, for the first time, seventeen years ago. her second life has been substantially shorter, lasting around four months. Yes, folks, that's right - she's just a baby. She's a vampire, figures, isn't everybody one these days? She has no alliances as of yet, and her path down the road of carnivorous or vegetarian might be a little more than a fashion statement. She has an ability, a rarity that she can't control perfectly just yet. She can create the illusion of being on fire - pain wise, and while in her newborn state it isn't extremely strong, it will develop over time. She sure looks an awful lot like Scarlett Johansson, too, doesn't she?
Haley is young, and therefore confused. her human life granted her ther personality of an alpha dog - she was the girl who knew where everything was, who everybody was. her word was a virtual law, and people seemed to worship the ground she walked on. This life taught her to be sharp, poised, precise. She's marked with a set of manners, and knows how to use her politeness in the two ways possible - the honest kind, the sweet little girl, and the sarcastic kind. She is selfish and driven by her own want, which was how she became so successful in her human life. As a vampire, everything changed. She retains that knowledge of how to work people, how to get them to like you so you can turn around and stab them in the back. It's always better if you twist it a little, for good measure! She however, is currently lost in a world she knows very little about. She's scared, terrified even, to the point where she'll sink to the unbelievable, like grovelling. Her fear sometimes gets the best of her. She is cunning and clever, manipulative and outright malicious sometimes. When she knows what she wants, she tends to walk all over anyone to get it. She doesn't forge extremely strong relationships other than those of idol to the hero worshiping, although that's about to change. Her insides aren't exactly as pretty as her outsides are, now are they? She's no fairy tale princess, no rough exterior and a heart of gold waiting beneath. She's cutthroat, and if she feels threatened, she'll act on it. her intelligence keeps her out of most bad situations, though she can't rely on that alone.
Haley was born to Richard and Mellisa Larson a grand seventeen years ago. Her arrival was nothing to speak of, no huge gala, no grand ball, just a happy family with their new baby girl. She was the middle child, younger sister to a boy named Jackson Larson, who was two years old at the time of her arrival. They were happy with their little girl. Her early childhood wasn't a huge spectacular deal, either. She grew up rather comfortably to say the least, being that the Larsons had a pleasant lump sum they were sitting on. By no means were they extremely rich, but they had a nicer house than most of the good people in Forks, and they knew how to get by. Richard Larson was an attorney who worked out of Seattle, so he was gone away most of the time for business or cases. Melissa Larson was a stay at home mother, and a right good one at that. Haley grew up under the constant, natural nagging of her older brother and her mother's amazing maternal skill. As the teenage years hit, the whirlwind started. Jackson was already fifteen when she turned thirteen, and she learned everything she knew about the world from him. She attended Forks High School, grew to be the leader of the pack. It wasn't too long that she had a group of cookie-cutter girls following her, preening themselves, struggling to get their hair the perfect shade of blonde. They said, one time that they envied Haley. She merely smiled and replied, "I know." It was her junior year that everything changed. It was summer, almost time to become a senior. Everybody was looking for a good time, and parties were breaking out all over Forks. Haley had made the fatal decision to meet a few friends in Seattle for a girl's night, and had taken to the roads. she never knew if her turning was accidental, or intentional, though she remembered stopping at a gas station late that night on the way home, and seeing a man. He was beautiful of course, like nothing she'd ever seen, and Haley just had to test her ablities, after all. So she approached the man, she flirted with him. Though he was odd, a little unsettling - he wore sunglasses at one in the morning. While Haley had figured maybe he was nursing the beginnings of a hangover, or maybe that the gas station glasses bothered his eyes, she was still uncomfortable. As the night progressed, she managed to coax him out of the sunglasses, only to find that his eyes were red. Not red, like in contacts she'd seen some kids wear to halloween parties, but naturally red. She screamed and backed away from him, but it was too late. She spent the next four days on fire, wishing she would have just died. When she awoke from her pain, he was there. He simply smiled at her, a charming smile, and said, "Hey chickadee, I didn't think you were gonna make it. Welcome to the world of the undead." He gave her the Vampire 101 speech, told her about the Volturi, told her the rules she couldn't break (though somehow seemed to ignore the fact that he was breaking one). "I'm teaching you, telling you what to do, I'm not really breaking it." He said when she asked. He told her that the burn in her throat was thirst, and the only way to make it go away was to drink. Blood. He stayed with her for a month, taught her how to hunt safely without bringing too much attention to herself, and then left out of the blue one morning. The past few months she's been winging it, wishing for nothing more than to see her family again.
She grumbled as Alexander hopped down from a tree, landing soundlessly in a flourish in front of her. She jerked back, not expecting the movement. He simply glanced up at her and grinned broadly, shrugging. Her creator had been young when he was changed, too - though exactly when he was changed he had never told her. He had told her, however, that he had been nineteen when he was changed. That was how old Jackson was, now. The tangent of thought skipped around a little, and she wondered what her older brother would have done if it was he who had been turned into a blood sucking monster, instead of her. Would he be just as scared as she was? She doubted it, somehow. Jackson was cool, collected - he was strong, too. Not only physically, but emotionally, too. She doubted he would have an extremely hard time with such a transition, and she doubted further that he would have a problem with the thirst, either. The very thought reminded her of the nagging, scratching burn at the back of her throat, and subconsciously she brought a pale hand up to her throat. Alexander's grin widened as he straightened up. "Hungry, chickadee?" He asked, almost cooed. She frowned at him.[/size]
"I have a name, you know," She mumbled at him. This answer only seemed to please him more, not only because she was disapproving of his nickname, but because she had avoided the subject. He said that he knew, a little too pleasantly for Haley's taste. She frowned at him and crossed her white arms, a scowl plain across her face. "Still, you're hungry. Hungry newborns are dangerous newborns." He said this over and over, whenever she even hinted that the burn in her throat had become a little too much to handle. The burn was constant, it never stopped, but it was easier to deal with after she'd eaten. She could ignore it for a few days, so long as there weren't any humans nearby. Though after she peaked at four days, she became impossible to deal with. Alexander kept her fed regularly, because he'd forgotten once and the consequence had nearly revealed them. "So what will it be, Chinese or Italian?"
She frowned further at his references to people, as if they were restaurants. It didn't bother her so much, the hunt itself, because she mostly lost herself in instinct. It was the aftermath and the moments that lead up to the bloodlust that she didn't like, and they lingered on her mind longer than she wished they would. "I'm just thirsty, Alexander, just thirsty. I'd probably drink a dog dry if I had to." He frowned, scrunched his nose a little as if she'd said something terribly disgusting.
"There are actually some vampires who do that, you know," He said, his nose still wrinkled. "It's disgusting. A dog, I mean, really?" He laughed, a tinkling and whimsical sound, and then turned on the ball of his feet. She followed him as he jogged into the woods, faster than a human could run on a good day. She pursued him as he hopped into a tree to cover his scent - a good thing in case there were other vampires - and swung from branch to branch like a primate. She chose to leap, which seemed much more graceful than pretending to be George of the Jungle, and eventually the trees began to thin on a little park that rested on the edge of the woods. She scrunched her own nose, the scent lofting up toward her. It made her throat sizzle, like someone had opened up her mouth and shoved a torch into it. Her mouth filled with venom, and she had to grip the tree so hard it left finger dents to keep from charging right there. "I'm proud of you, chickadee," Alexander said as he watched her struggle. She could barely hear him over the urge to jump down from the tree and attack the children playing. "When I was your age, I couldn't help myself." He smiled at her and sighed nostalgically. A second, agonizingly slow, passed and the burn seemed unbearable. "Go on," He said, and she was off so fast she hardly heard him finish the sentence. "I'll wait till you're done, then we'll play some hide and seek with them."