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One down, one more to go! I'll get it up in the morning so we can start ASAP. Sorry for the delay!
### **”MISSISSIPPI” LOWE**, 23
(FORMERLY ALEXANDRA LOWE)
**APPEARANCE:**
[Pictured here!](http://i62.tinypic.com/242xsee.png) Short, flat and tomboyish, there is always some doubt as to Mississippi's true gender, which is unsurprising – androgynous is something she aspires to be. In tighter-fitting clothing she appears lean and well-muscled; however, despite her best efforts, she still has a clear, underlying hint of femininity. Generally Mississippi has dark circles under her eyes which seem to be constantly glazed over with imagination or something that artificially emulates it. Her shaking and unsteady hands are easily noticeable, though she tries her best to stifle them under long sleeves (which has the added affect of hiding the needle marks). She is both a nail-biter and a lip-chewer, something at odds with her apparent air of butch confidence.
**PERSONALITY:**
Missi is an extrovert – permanently friendly, forgives easily and considers everyone who she hasn't met to be a friend. Her charisma and confidence has not been limited at all by the tough times she has lived through. There is not an ounce of femininity left in her demeanour; her foul mouth and brutal honesty made sure of that. Missi does, however, suffer from low self-esteem, especially since her romantic nature has not been fulfilled – she often wonders whether she will ever find love, and if life is worth living if she never does. Her melancholic ways have drawn her in the wrong direction, to drugs and drink and one night stands, too many times, and she always goes back. Unfortunately, she doesn't understand flirting or anything subtle, so even if an opportunity does appear she might miss it entirely. As a bruiser of the gang, despite being a woman, she thrives in violence and danger, too much so to be a regular member of society.
**MORALITY:**
Neutral
**FAVOURITE RANGED WEAPON:**
Pistol
**FAVOURITE MELEE WEAPON:**
Knives and blades, in general. Has a lucky pocket knife.
**Jamie Drummond**
Three. Two. One. That was how many seconds it took for Jamie to analyse the situation, freak out (mildly) and consider his options. He could deny it, with the cigarette in his hand; bribe the teacher – Physics was a chill subject, right? – like any true Drummond would do; or he could bluff his way out, professionally, and plead ignorance.
As it was, his nerves were so frazzled that he “decided” on a mixture of them all, stifling the remains of his cigarette on the nearby window frame and tossing it out before turning to the teacher with a grin. “Wassup, sir?” His fingers itched and he stuffed them in his pockets before continuing, “Nope, if I recall correctly, there's not any rules on it. D'you want one?”
Jamie surreptitiously took a step back towards the staircase, as nonchalantly as he possibly could. He would have to run if things went south – not from the teacher (he lied to himself), but so he could make football practice in time. His ever-present grin didn't fade from his face the entire time, but it did sour slightly, a lie plastered across his face.
**Alistair Blackmoore**
“But certainly not as *fun* as the Englishmen,” Alistair said, the words dredging up memories of Jacobites and the Union as he moved to follow Adrian. He gazed around the room of unconscious humans with a pensive frown. “I'll call in a few friends to erase their memories.”
He grinned wolfishly at Trixy. “One day, we'll get you in a blood-red, poofy Victorian dress. I'm sure that'll accent your eyes too.”
**Morven Blackmoore**
“It's none of our business, Ches – or, well, yours'. I just don't like you being so close to it all.” Morven said, standing on her tiptoes to tuck the strand of hair back behind the taller – older – vampire's ear. Still untidy, but ever so slightly better, enough for her to nod to herself. “My grandson's probably dealing with it right this second.”
She linked arms with Ches to keep them moving. It was certainly unsafe for the two to just stand still, a pair of freaks, in the middle of the sidewalk. “When was the last time you had a bath? Your hair can be both... tickly *and* filled with dread from not washing.”
Myst... ;w;
I'm sorry you have to leave the RP, but health comes first! I do hope you get better soon <3
We could always have Maria kidnapped by the rogue vampires and her kept in flux (presumed dead) for a few months? Just in case you feel up to coming back in the near future.
**JAMIE DRUMMOND **
Jamie grabbed his backpack and leaned over the railing, frowning. “See you then, Mareinos,” he said with a dismissive wave, “I should be at football practice too... but... I'll be down in a sec.”
Instead of following Ash down into the hall, he pulled himself back up to the roof, rummaging through the side pockets of his bag for the half-done packet of cigarettes that had to last him until the big football game and possibly beyond. During the summer he was fine – it was easy enough to go into a shop and ask for them – but when out in the back and beyond at Northwood he had to rely on his dad's good will in _sending _them.
Lighting up (because what sort of rebel would he be without a lighter?), he took a few relaxed puffs and dropped his bag in through the open window below, then himself. It wasn't the smartest idea to still be smoking as he darted down the stairs, backpack slung over his shoulder, but the fire alarms didn't set off so that was good enough for him. He probably wasn't the only student who smoked, right?
To the football fields. Ew.
Feel free to post! You were part of the old thread, so automatically accepted.
Also Kidd is still GM as well, mostly because UK time and I'm never on when all you guys are.
Sure! That sounds good! (And sorry I haven't been on much today. Writer's block while working on my characters zzzz.)
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