Sidney Vincent

[Sidney Vincent]

[app] Sidney Marie Vincent [/app]

[app]Full Name:[/app] Sidney Marie Vincent
[app]Preferred Nickname/Alias:[/app]Sid
[app]Gender:[/app]Female
[app]Age:[/app] 25
[app]Sexual Orientation:[/app] Straight
[app]Member Group:[/app] Human/Civilian
[app]Canon or Original:[/app] Original

From the shy smile and the big brown eyes with mischief that twinkles in them to the sun-kissed gold of her blonde hair; this gal is the epitome of the The Girl Next Door. Standing at about 5'5 she isn't overly tall nor is she considered exceptionally short for a female. There's a wholesome look about her from the curve of her cheek to the crinkle of her eyes when she smiles.

Typically she dresses in an wholesome manner. Cute dresses, cardigan sweaters, jeans, modest shirts, and flats make up her wardrobe. There is usually a small, delicate looking gold cross worn on a chain around her neck as well. But she does have some stunning dresses in her wardrobe for special occasions. All of her wardrobe compliments her figure which by no means is a bombshell figure but she has all the right curves in the right places to be considered a lovely woman. Her makeup is usually downplayed and subtle but she will pull out the red lipstick once in a while for the whole 1940's starlet look of a relatively clean face, some eyeliner and red lips.

[app]Face Claim:[/app] Dianna Agron

[app]Likes:[/app]

• Men
  
• Sweet things (cakes, pies, candy etc)
  
• Baby ducks, bunnies, and kittens and puppies
  
• Gardening
  
• Sunsets
  
• The Beach
  
• Rollercoasters
  
• Fishing
  
• Singing
  
• Cheesy romance novels and sci-fi

[app]Dislikes:[/app]

• Rude, vulgar people
  
• Food that's too spicy
  
• People that talk too softly
  
• Snakes
  
• Spiders
  
• Roaches
  
• Mice/Rats
  
• Disco
  
• Soap Operas
  
• Not knowing what really happened the night her parents died

[app]Strengths:[/app]

• Physically fit - She's not an Olympic athlete but she does stay in shape swimming and running
  
• Incredible sense of smell and taste for a human, but on human levels nothing supernatural
  
• Very good manual dexterity
  
• Exceptional baker/cook
  
• Resilient - strong of spirit, inner strength, not giving up on life

[app]Weaknesses:[/app]

• Only human with all human limitations
  
• Her hearing isn't so great, less effective than the average human though she isn't legally deaf
  
• Asthma
  
• Recurring nightmares
  
• Sucker for a handsome face

[app]Fears:[/app]

• Being robbed/attacked again
  
• Scared of the Dark
  
• Being alone all her life

[app]Secrets:[/app]

• She saw glimpses of the people that attacked her and her parents on the day she died but writes them off to the head trauma, not telling anyone what she saw for fear of being thought of as brain damaged or crazy
  
• Not as innocent as she looks

[app]Habits and Quirks:[/app]

• Facing people when talking to them, she needs to face them and focus to hear them properly
  
• checking her pocket for her inhaler

[app]Overall Personality:[/app]

The girl next door. Sid is the All-American girl. Nothing particularly exceptional in a world of monsters, Slayers, vampires, and witches but she does have a heart of gold. Too much so really. Champion of lost causes and underdogs, she is the type that gives a sandwich and cup of coffee to the homeless man on the street, that takes in strays and takes care of them. She can have a sharp tongue when cross and can calmly cut a person right to the quick with her words but she has a lot of patience.

She might seem the calm shy and retiring type but deep down inside there's a part of her that yearns for excitement and danger. Maybe it's the reason she always seems attracted to the tall, dark, handsome and dangerous stranger. It's not something she would admit but it's there, under the surface. Probably a result of reading too many trashy romance novels.

[app]Family:[/app]

• Steven Vincent - Father (deceased)
  
• Mary Vincent - Mother (deceased)

[app]Overall History:[/app]

White picket fence in suburbia. Sunday school. Family dog. School plays and cheerleading. All these were utterly the norm for Sidney. Her parents ran a bakery in downtown Lawrence, KS and she grew up around the kitchens, learning from a young age how to bake just about anything. Life was normal as could be until the fateful night that people attacked the bakery, just before her high school graduation. She was with them making the last batch of cakes for the celebrations around town when a group of people with ink black eyes attacked the bakery and tortured and slaughtered her parents. They tormented then for what seemed like hours, seemingly just for kicks.

She was tossed into the wall and her head hit the heavy steel door of the walk-in freezer. She started to go in and out of consciousness but not before she saw another pair of men show up and kill the things that had done this to them. They were saying something but she couldn't hear it, the blow to the head having damaged the part of her brain that controlled that sense. But what she saw she couldn't believe herself as the attackers mouths shot open and huge billowy plumes of black smoke seemed to erupt from their mouths. It was the last thing she saw before she lost consciousness.

She was put in the hospital in a coma for several weeks after the attack. She never knew the truth about the hunters that had stepped in and prevented her death but as a result of the attack her hearing was damaged from the blunt force trauma to her head. She never knew what really happened or why all she can remember are the glossy, solid black eyes of their attackers and how even when stabbed with a huge pastry knife they weren't slowed down. She rationalized it off in her head as the people being on PCP or something and the cops reinforced that idea. Even the faces of those that came in and killed the things attacking them was a blur to her, her half-conscious mind not piecing together all of it clearly.

There was counseling when she was released but she never spoke of the things that made no sense to the shrink. She knew he'd think her even crazier or possibly more brain damaged than originally thought.

She picked up the pieces of her life, The insurance settlement for the bakery and the life insurance policies had her set for life but she wanted to honor her parents and so she stayed in Lawrence and reopened the bakery in their memory and still works there to this day. She never found out why they were attacked and has quite a bit of anxiety each night when she closes up shop.

[app]Member Title:[/app] Sweet Stuff Girl

[app]Roleplaying Sample:[/app]

That reassuring hand did help, surprisingly enough. And surprising all the thoughts that her date deprived mind had had about this man were also absent. It was purely a human gesture of comfort in a time of distress, one human being reaching out to another in need and it worked. She looked at him again when he reassured her that he did crazy and smiled but it was a tense smile. Clearly this is something she had been wrestling with for a while. The doubts. The questions. Nothing had ever added up to her.

Taking a slow, calming breath she looked down at her hands as she spoke, recalling that horrible evening that changed her life forever. Her voice was a little shaky and soft but she started at the beginning.

"It happened about five years ago in Lawrence Kansas. It's where I still live. I came all the way out here to find you. To find someone that might believe me and not just call the guys int he white jackets. It was the night of my high school graduation. My parents owned a bakery there and were the preferred bakery in the area. We had a ton of orders to fill for the local graduations and so we were all at the bakery before we had to leave for the school for graduation."

"Things were great until these four men came in. At first they looked normal. Just like you or me. But then they locked the doors to the bakery and the biggest one hit my dad and sent him flying across the room. Another grabbed my mom while one grabbed me. We thought it was a robbery. Mom offered them all the money we had including the safe but they just laughed. They weren't interested in the money. That's when..."

She hesitated, swallowing hard and wringing her hands together. This was the part that clearly she'd been afraid to mention. " That was when their eyes changed. They went completely black. Like ink or the shimmer on asphalt on a hot summer day, all oily and slick and soulless. They tied up my Mom and they tortured my Dad..." She swallowed again, not even aware of the tears that had gathered in her eyes, threatening to spill over her lashes.

Her head shook a little side to side as she spoke the next, the horror of what she'd seen, what she'd lived through was written all over that innocent face. "The things they did to him...." She closed her eyes and the tears were forced from her lids and over her lashes, slipping down her cheeks. "Then they started in on my Mom... I snapped. I don't know how I manged to get loose from the one holding me but I did and I grabbed one of the huge chef's knifes in the kitchen and when he came at me I stabbed him right in the chest...and he laughed... he just laughed and pulled it out and came at me again. I was dragged back to where Mom was and beaten, cut, burned...."

By this point she was shaking all over even though she wasn't conscious of doing it, dredging up all the horrible events of that night. "I- I tried to lunge at them, I was scratching and clawing and biting and kicking but it was like they didn't even feel it. They cut my Mom's throat while I watched and then backhanded me across the room. I hit the walk-in freezer door and started to black out. I thought , at the time, at least it was a mercy that ...that I wouldn't be conscious when they killed me and things sort got fuzzy after that."
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She tried to collect herself and draw some composure, wiping at the tears on her cheeks. "I vaguely recall two more men breaking in the door. They had shotguns. They were shooting the ones that had done this to us. Then one started speaking in some language, Latin I think and then..." More hesitation..." I know this is going to sound like a product of the head injury I sustained but.. the four...their mouths opened wide and this thick black smoke shot out of them and into the air and then..just sort of .. sizzled and burned and was gone and the men fell down. That's all I saw before I blacked out."

Her voice is small, quiet as she stares at her hands still " I was in a coma for weeks. "The cops said that it must have been people hopped up on PCP when they took my statement. They never found traces of the ones that killed the attackers. I need to know what those things were. Why did they target us? And who was it that I owe my life to?"

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[app]Player Name:[/app] Kay
[app]Player Age:[/app] A lady never tells her age...but it's over 21
[app]Years Roleplaying:[/app] Almost 20
[app]Where You Found Us:[/app] Ad board Angelverse
[app]Other Characters:[/app] None yet
[app]Favorite Supernatural Episode:[/app] ......all of them?
[app]Favorite Supernatural Character:[/app] Bobby

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