Post by Linda Tamwood on Oct 18, 2011 12:41:59 GMT -7
Given Name: Linda Falconi
Vampyre Name: Linda Tamwood
Gender: Female
Position: Fledgling, Fifth Former
Age: 19
Appearance: Tall, lithe and graceful, Linda is a perfect example of the House of Night's devotion to giving fledglings all the physical training possible. Her tall frame fits her well toned muscles well and her straight night black hair was a stark contrast to many of the blonde women in the school.
Her piercing blue eyes appear haunting at first, but then it becomes obvious that those eyes hold an uncanny intelligence and observance.
Affinities: Fire and Sixth Sense(Nearly impossible to sneak up on, even for a fully Changed vampyre.)
Chosen Weapon(Form): Katana(Kendo)
Class schedule:
(Waiting for Confirmation)
Background(POV: First): I opened the door to my teachers office and stepped inside. The sign had said it was open, so I had just opened it. But inside I found no one. Well, that was just great. Now how was I going to get my homework assignment?
I turned around and began to open the door when I saw the note on the inside of the door. "Gone to get coffee. Come to teacher's lounge.", I said aloud to myself. Great. Teacher's lounge. Well, might as well get it over with.
I left the room and walked down the hallway. Now, if I remembered correctly, the teacher's lounge was right over-. My thoughts cut off as a voice echoed down the hall.
"LINDA!" I stopped and turned. Then I turned again and kept walking. Alexander Chase Walker. My pseudo-boyfriend and almost-fiancee, if I hadn't had a sudden moment of clarity in my insanity. I wasn't terribly happy with him, because I had found out that he had cheated on me, oh...about an hour after he proposed to me and I politely declined, in that aforementioned moment of clarity.
He trotted up and fell into step beside me. "I have the economics homework right here, Lin."
I hated it when he called me that. I snatched the paper out of his hand. Then my throat tickled again and I cleared it. It had been doing that all day! I never got sick. NEVER! So, I really hoped this wasn't the pre-cursor to a cold or something. Then the cough came forth unbidden.
"You got the flu or something, Lin?"
"Stop calling me that, Alex!" He hated the Alex nickname. He went by Xander or Xan at most times.
"Sorry. I forgot how much you don't like that.", he said with a grimace. In all fairness to him, he probably had forgotten, but I wasn't in a mood to be fair. Now that I had my homework, I could get out of here. I left the school, with Xander at my heels, bantering on about he was so sorry, about how he had gotten so wasted, he didn't even remember it.
I didn't care. Sure, I had turned him down, but we were SIXTEEN! We didn't barely know how to take care of ourselves, let alone a family. But his idea had been to get drunk and then laid by the first ho he saw, after he had been "rebuffed"!
I pressed the door open and my stylish, yet highly sensible heels clacked on the steps as I took them two at a time.
I started weaving through the parking lot and finally turned around and screamed in his face. "LEAVE ME ALONE, YOU UNWORTHY, UNREPENTANT, IGNORANT SON OF A BITCH!"
He suddenly stopped and flinched at the tone in my voice. I had never been so pissed in my life. (Well, maybe except for that time my mom...nah, not really.) I spun around and stomped the last few yards to my car. The midnight blue Mustang sat low to the ground and I sighed in pleasure at it's sight, but then my blood ran cold when I saw someone leaning against it.
Xander had caught up to me and he was glaring at the man on my car. "Who the hell are you?!", he demanded.
Somehow, I knew. I knew before the man's head turned and showed the sapphire tattoo on his forehead. "Xander, get out of here. Now."
"Not until this prick tells me-" That's when the man did turn his head. Xan shut up instantly.
Then the man spoke low and rumbling, as though he summoned the power of the earth itself. "Linda Falconi. Night has chosen thee; thy death will be thy birth. Night calls to thee: hearken to Her sweet voice. Your destiny awaits you at the House of Night!"
Then, a pale finger came up and pointed dead at my forehead. Burning pain exploded between my eyes and I blacked out.
I came to and looked around, bleary eyed. "Ow."
"Oh, honey! You're awake!"
Mom? Hadn't I just been on the school grounds? Hadn't I....oh, dear Lord and Lady.(What?! I'm Wiccan. Can't I send the occasional heart-felt prayer their way?)
"Mom?"
"I'm here, honey. It's okay. Your father is getting your things together now."
"Wha-?"
"You have to go to the House of Night, and as quickly as possible. Otherwise, you'll die."
"But, Mom, I'm a-"
"Vampyre. Yes, honey, we can all see the tattoo." My dad. Sounding like his usual joker self. It could almost be a regular day. Well, at least I wasn't going in completely blind! I knew a thing or two about vampyres. And not the shit-drivel the church puts out.
Four hours later, I woke up in a plush, comfy chair. "Welcome back, Linda!", my father's deep musical voice said.
"Ow. Quieter, Dad. Quieter. I have a hell of a headache!"
"To be expected.", a completely unfamiliar voice said. I looked up and standing before me, in what seemed to be a court dress from the...1600's?, was a woman. When I say woman, I mean she made me, someone who many of the other girls at my school have wished they could be, look down right dingy. And she managed to pull it off without looking like she went to immense care to her appearance. Lord and Lady, how I hoped that was a vamp trick and not just how she normally was.
Yet, I wasn't one of the most well mannered people I knew for nothing. Standing, I remembered the traditional vampyre salute of honor and clasped a fist over my heart and bent at the waist. "Ma'am.", I said clearly, unsure, however, as to how to address her. Priestess? But what if she wasn't one?
"Linda Falconi. I am Apharius Redrush, High Priestess of the Tulsa House of Night. I do think our Tracker exaggerated how long it would take to find you. He said it would take him a month. He did it in three weeks."
I felt my face warm, although I wasn't sure why. "Priestess.", I murmured, unsure of how to respond.
"Anyway, I digress. I welcome you and you parents to the Tulsa House of Night. First things first. Linda, we have a long standing tradition of allowing all fledglings to change their name when they enter the House of Night. Do you wish to do so?"
I almost laughed. My dad had long wished he could have changed his name, but by the time he really thought to do it, too much of his career was invested in that name. So, he was Davlin Falconi. My Mom was Ivy Falconi. And I was Linda Falconi. It was an very funny name, in my opinion too.
I looked over at my dad. His whole face said "DO IT!" I looked at my mom who had a very smug grin on her face. So, I made my mind up. I would use my mother's maiden name. Turning back to the High Priestess, I said with a smile on my face. "Linda Tamwood."
"Very well. From this point forth, you are Linda Tamwood. And your mother's daughter.", Apharius said. I took a mental step back. Then realized that this was a vampyre I was talking to, who might know a thing or two about what I had just been thinking.
I looked at my mother. And she smiled as she brought a hand up to her forehead and wiped away a smudge of concealer. Underneath, was, as bright as the morning sun, a sapphire crescent moon, much like the one on my own forehead, only it was filled in.
I sat down heavily and my mouth fell to the ground. I looked at my dad, who was grinning like a fool. I pointed at him, clearly asking if he too was a vampyre. And he shook his head.
"Well, I'll be go to the Plane of Fire and Shadow." (What!? I like Lord of the Rings, too! Got a problem with that?) "I think I'm gonna pass out. Again." And I did. Again.
Likes: Clear Drinks (IE: Water, club soda, Sprite, Squirt, ect), Waffles, Classical Music, Lord of the Rings.
Dislikes: Brown Drinks (IE: Pepsi, Coke, ect), Eggos, Death Metal Music.
Vampyre Name: Linda Tamwood
Gender: Female
Position: Fledgling, Fifth Former
Age: 19
Appearance: Tall, lithe and graceful, Linda is a perfect example of the House of Night's devotion to giving fledglings all the physical training possible. Her tall frame fits her well toned muscles well and her straight night black hair was a stark contrast to many of the blonde women in the school.
Her piercing blue eyes appear haunting at first, but then it becomes obvious that those eyes hold an uncanny intelligence and observance.
Affinities: Fire and Sixth Sense(Nearly impossible to sneak up on, even for a fully Changed vampyre.)
Chosen Weapon(Form): Katana(Kendo)
Class schedule:
(Waiting for Confirmation)
Background(POV: First): I opened the door to my teachers office and stepped inside. The sign had said it was open, so I had just opened it. But inside I found no one. Well, that was just great. Now how was I going to get my homework assignment?
I turned around and began to open the door when I saw the note on the inside of the door. "Gone to get coffee. Come to teacher's lounge.", I said aloud to myself. Great. Teacher's lounge. Well, might as well get it over with.
I left the room and walked down the hallway. Now, if I remembered correctly, the teacher's lounge was right over-. My thoughts cut off as a voice echoed down the hall.
"LINDA!" I stopped and turned. Then I turned again and kept walking. Alexander Chase Walker. My pseudo-boyfriend and almost-fiancee, if I hadn't had a sudden moment of clarity in my insanity. I wasn't terribly happy with him, because I had found out that he had cheated on me, oh...about an hour after he proposed to me and I politely declined, in that aforementioned moment of clarity.
He trotted up and fell into step beside me. "I have the economics homework right here, Lin."
I hated it when he called me that. I snatched the paper out of his hand. Then my throat tickled again and I cleared it. It had been doing that all day! I never got sick. NEVER! So, I really hoped this wasn't the pre-cursor to a cold or something. Then the cough came forth unbidden.
"You got the flu or something, Lin?"
"Stop calling me that, Alex!" He hated the Alex nickname. He went by Xander or Xan at most times.
"Sorry. I forgot how much you don't like that.", he said with a grimace. In all fairness to him, he probably had forgotten, but I wasn't in a mood to be fair. Now that I had my homework, I could get out of here. I left the school, with Xander at my heels, bantering on about he was so sorry, about how he had gotten so wasted, he didn't even remember it.
I didn't care. Sure, I had turned him down, but we were SIXTEEN! We didn't barely know how to take care of ourselves, let alone a family. But his idea had been to get drunk and then laid by the first ho he saw, after he had been "rebuffed"!
I pressed the door open and my stylish, yet highly sensible heels clacked on the steps as I took them two at a time.
I started weaving through the parking lot and finally turned around and screamed in his face. "LEAVE ME ALONE, YOU UNWORTHY, UNREPENTANT, IGNORANT SON OF A BITCH!"
He suddenly stopped and flinched at the tone in my voice. I had never been so pissed in my life. (Well, maybe except for that time my mom...nah, not really.) I spun around and stomped the last few yards to my car. The midnight blue Mustang sat low to the ground and I sighed in pleasure at it's sight, but then my blood ran cold when I saw someone leaning against it.
Xander had caught up to me and he was glaring at the man on my car. "Who the hell are you?!", he demanded.
Somehow, I knew. I knew before the man's head turned and showed the sapphire tattoo on his forehead. "Xander, get out of here. Now."
"Not until this prick tells me-" That's when the man did turn his head. Xan shut up instantly.
Then the man spoke low and rumbling, as though he summoned the power of the earth itself. "Linda Falconi. Night has chosen thee; thy death will be thy birth. Night calls to thee: hearken to Her sweet voice. Your destiny awaits you at the House of Night!"
Then, a pale finger came up and pointed dead at my forehead. Burning pain exploded between my eyes and I blacked out.
I came to and looked around, bleary eyed. "Ow."
"Oh, honey! You're awake!"
Mom? Hadn't I just been on the school grounds? Hadn't I....oh, dear Lord and Lady.(What?! I'm Wiccan. Can't I send the occasional heart-felt prayer their way?)
"Mom?"
"I'm here, honey. It's okay. Your father is getting your things together now."
"Wha-?"
"You have to go to the House of Night, and as quickly as possible. Otherwise, you'll die."
"But, Mom, I'm a-"
"Vampyre. Yes, honey, we can all see the tattoo." My dad. Sounding like his usual joker self. It could almost be a regular day. Well, at least I wasn't going in completely blind! I knew a thing or two about vampyres. And not the shit-drivel the church puts out.
Four hours later, I woke up in a plush, comfy chair. "Welcome back, Linda!", my father's deep musical voice said.
"Ow. Quieter, Dad. Quieter. I have a hell of a headache!"
"To be expected.", a completely unfamiliar voice said. I looked up and standing before me, in what seemed to be a court dress from the...1600's?, was a woman. When I say woman, I mean she made me, someone who many of the other girls at my school have wished they could be, look down right dingy. And she managed to pull it off without looking like she went to immense care to her appearance. Lord and Lady, how I hoped that was a vamp trick and not just how she normally was.
Yet, I wasn't one of the most well mannered people I knew for nothing. Standing, I remembered the traditional vampyre salute of honor and clasped a fist over my heart and bent at the waist. "Ma'am.", I said clearly, unsure, however, as to how to address her. Priestess? But what if she wasn't one?
"Linda Falconi. I am Apharius Redrush, High Priestess of the Tulsa House of Night. I do think our Tracker exaggerated how long it would take to find you. He said it would take him a month. He did it in three weeks."
I felt my face warm, although I wasn't sure why. "Priestess.", I murmured, unsure of how to respond.
"Anyway, I digress. I welcome you and you parents to the Tulsa House of Night. First things first. Linda, we have a long standing tradition of allowing all fledglings to change their name when they enter the House of Night. Do you wish to do so?"
I almost laughed. My dad had long wished he could have changed his name, but by the time he really thought to do it, too much of his career was invested in that name. So, he was Davlin Falconi. My Mom was Ivy Falconi. And I was Linda Falconi. It was an very funny name, in my opinion too.
I looked over at my dad. His whole face said "DO IT!" I looked at my mom who had a very smug grin on her face. So, I made my mind up. I would use my mother's maiden name. Turning back to the High Priestess, I said with a smile on my face. "Linda Tamwood."
"Very well. From this point forth, you are Linda Tamwood. And your mother's daughter.", Apharius said. I took a mental step back. Then realized that this was a vampyre I was talking to, who might know a thing or two about what I had just been thinking.
I looked at my mother. And she smiled as she brought a hand up to her forehead and wiped away a smudge of concealer. Underneath, was, as bright as the morning sun, a sapphire crescent moon, much like the one on my own forehead, only it was filled in.
I sat down heavily and my mouth fell to the ground. I looked at my dad, who was grinning like a fool. I pointed at him, clearly asking if he too was a vampyre. And he shook his head.
"Well, I'll be go to the Plane of Fire and Shadow." (What!? I like Lord of the Rings, too! Got a problem with that?) "I think I'm gonna pass out. Again." And I did. Again.
Likes: Clear Drinks (IE: Water, club soda, Sprite, Squirt, ect), Waffles, Classical Music, Lord of the Rings.
Dislikes: Brown Drinks (IE: Pepsi, Coke, ect), Eggos, Death Metal Music.