Leanne Campbell | Spike (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} as_in_railroads) wrote,@ 2009-05-03 03:31:00 |
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OOC Information
Name: Kristin
Age: 20
Email: Badfairy@gmail.com
AIM/YIM/MSN etc.: The pi king/AIM
Time Zone: EST
RP Experience: Quite a few years.
Where Did You Hear About Us?: I play Sloane O’Reily
Character Journal: as_in_railroads
PB: Posh Suicide
Character Information (Please answer all questions IN CHARACTER)
Name: Leanne Margaret Campbell. Call me 'Marg' or 'Margie', and I'll destroy you.
Reincarnation: Spike....or 'William the Bloody'. I don't fucking know anymore, the guy has a million different names.
Age: I'm 23, but he's like...ancient.
Sexuality: Straight, but lately I've been starting to wonder. I'm sure it has everything to do with the fact that there's a guy in my head.
Occupation: I'm a piercer. If you want to get a piece of metal shoved through your skin, I'm your girl. Spike probably wouldn't mind helping you out, but you probably won't survive to see his work. Crazy bastard.
Usual Clothing: Eh, depends. I just like to be comfortable, but I usually stick to dark clothing. Band tees, tank tops...stuff like that. I'm not into all of that sparkley shit, or anything with frills. Give me a pair of jeans and a guys shirt any day of the week. And no, I don't wear a trenchcoat. Or...not yet, anyway. He's very persuasive.
Appearance: Let's see. I'm not too tall, I only stand at about 5'3". It sucks at times, but it's awesome when people think I'm just a delicate pixie, and think it's alright to start shit because they think I won't kick their ass. I have black hair, which is originally light brown, but I got sick of looking mousey and dyed it. My lip is pierced, and like the vamp living in my head, I too have a scar on my left eyebrow. Of course, mine isn't because of a slayer, but because of a fight I got into with this chick at a bar, who got me with her gaudy ring. Whatever. It healed. Anyway, moving on. I have blue eyes, and my ears have quite a few piercings as well. I have 3 in each of my lobes, I have an industrial piercing and my tragus pierced on my left ear, and an anti-tragus on my right ear. I plan on getting more, but...we'll see. I also wear glasses sometimes, when I need to read...but lately, I haven't needed them.
Abilities/Talents: Well, I know how to do piercings. I'm still learning, but I'm pretty fucking good. I'm not too good with body piercings yet, but facial and ears? I've got you covered. Recently, because of Spike, I've been able to run for miles without getting winded, or tired. I can also see really far, without wearing my glasses, which is awesome. I don't know what other nifty abilities I'll acquire over time, but he hasn't been with me for that long.
Allegiance: I don't know. The sociopathic vampire living in my head plays for both teams, good and evil, light and dark, etc. etc., so I guess we'll see.
Personality:
You really want to know? Well then, let’s start off with the basics. I’d like to think that I’m a pretty cool chick, but I definitely have the shortest fuse of anyone I know. I can go from happy and grinning like a fool one second, to scowling and wishing I could punch someone in the face the next. I have a lot of friends, but most of them are guys, since girls usually set me off a lot easier, especially the stereotypical chicks from California. There is no fucking need to add an ‘omg’ or a ‘whatevs’ to a conversation every 5 seconds. Pick up a book and learn some fucking grammar.
Ugh. See what I mean? Short fuse.
Even though I act tough and shit, I definitely have weak spots, and when you hit them…you can expect my reaction to be violent, all while crying I usually just throw shit, or slam a few doors, but…Spike has a different way of handling things, which involves causing a lot of physical harm to the people who piss me off. This explains why I went without having any scars for 21 years, and now I have quite a few…including the one on my eyebrow. Thankfully, I can remember a few of his fighting moves, so I definitely have an advantage if people think they want to start something with me.
This is making me sound like the craziest bitch ever, but I swear I can be really chill. I like to have a good time, and I like to go to concerts, and go out dancing, but I also like relaxing on a couch with a few good friends, watching some TV. It’s a lot more fun when there’s something illegal involved. I’m not a drug addict or anything, so don’t get that idea stuck in your head, but I’ve been known to experiment every now and then. My high now is totally different though, since Spike tends to enjoy just sitting around, watching my hand move back and forth. Sounds like I’m making stuff up based on a quote of his, but neither of us are joking.
I’m also a really loyal person, and will stick up for any of my friends if I hear people talking shit about them. I used to hold grudges, and wouldn’t even talk to people I didn’t like, but…ever since Spike’s been living up in my brain, I find myself working with people I hate, just to get something I want. I’ve also gotten a lot better at negotiating because of the blonde vamp, which goes along with working with people I hate…since they usually hate me too. Whatever.
I don’t know what else there is to add. If I like you, I like you, but if I don’t? You’ll know about it.
Home(s): Los Angeles, California. Yeah, go figure. Apparently Spike is bound to Cali.
History:
Alright, let’s take it from the beginning. I was born in California, and was taken home by my 18 year old parents, who had absolutely no idea what the hell they were doing when it came to raising a kid. They tried, I’ll give them credit for that, but they were pretty shitty parents. I was basically raised by babysitters, since both of my parents worked all of the time, just to keep a roof over our heads. My grandparents watched over me sometimes, and even though they didn’t hate me, I know they hated the idea of me. I was a bastard child, and they were all insane Christians who thought you needed to be married before you even had sex…and then their kids pop out a prom-night baby. How proud they must have been.
When I was about 13, my Mom got fired from her job, so things were a little rough for a while. My Dad had already split by this point, so having no income left me and my Mom sitting around candles because the electricity couldn’t be paid, and eating Ramen since that’s all we could afford. The weird thing is, instead of hating her, I actually got really close with my Mom because of us being poor as shit. We wouldn’t have any TV, so we’d just…talk a lot. She eventually got another even crappier job, so I didn’t see her as much anymore, but I was already old enough to watch over myself, and didn’t have to be left in a dark house with a crotchety babysitter anymore…but then again, we couldn’t really afford a crotchety babysitter, so it all worked out pretty nicely. I got a job when I was 15, helped my Mom pay the bills, and kept going to school. I graduated, but never went to college. We didn’t have the money, and I wasn’t really up for more school anyway. So, I kept working at my old job until I was 19, and ran into someone who worked at the tattoo parlor next to the Deli…where I used to work. We started talking, and he told me that if I was interested, he’d be willing to teach me how to be a piercer. I said “Fuck yes”, and started training the very next day.
A few years passed by, and then I was finally 21. I was still technically living at home, but I was never there. I usually just crashed at my friend’s house. Anyway, I turned 21, and went out partying. I got plastered, passed out on…someone’s couch, and then woke up feeling like complete shit…for more than one reason. For starters, I had a hangover from hell, but on top of that, I had these really fucking weird thoughts running through my head. I thought it was just the booze, but they didn’t stop even after I was completely sober. Next thing I know, a few months later, this guy shows up on my doorstep to tell me that I’m sharing a brain with Spike from Buffy the Vampire Slayer. What. The. Fuck? I seriously started looking for the cameras, because I felt like I was on some sort of freaky candid camera show. But, I wasn’t. Unfortunately. The guy’s really in my head, and every day I learn a little bit more about ol’ William. Honestly, most of it…I don’t want to know, but…I don’t really have a choice. His memories are mine now. The good, the bad…and the really fucking bad.
Let’s just say I can’t take the train anymore without getting horrible flashbacks. He’s ruined that mode of transportation for me.
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OOC Information
Name: Kristin
Age: 20
Email: Badfairy@gmail.com
AIM/YIM/MSN etc.: The pi king/AIM
Time Zone: EST
RP Experience: Quite a few years.
Where Did You Hear About Us?: I play Sloane O’Reily
Character Journal: as_in_railroads
PB: Posh Suicide
Character Information (Please answer all questions IN CHARACTER)
Name: Leanne Margaret Campbell. Call me 'Marg' or 'Margie', and I'll destroy you.
Reincarnation: Spike....or 'William the Bloody'. I don't fucking know anymore, the guy has a million different names.
Age: I'm 23, but he's like...ancient.
Sexuality: Straight, but lately I've been starting to wonder. I'm sure it has everything to do with the fact that there's a guy in my head.
Occupation: I'm a piercer. If you want to get a piece of metal shoved through your skin, I'm your girl. Spike probably wouldn't mind helping you out, but you probably won't survive to see his work. Crazy bastard.
Usual Clothing: Eh, depends. I just like to be comfortable, but I usually stick to dark clothing. Band tees, tank tops...stuff like that. I'm not into all of that sparkley shit, or anything with frills. Give me a pair of jeans and a guys shirt any day of the week. And no, I don't wear a trenchcoat. Or...not yet, anyway. He's very persuasive.
Appearance: Let's see. I'm not too tall, I only stand at about 5'3". It sucks at times, but it's awesome when people think I'm just a delicate pixie, and think it's alright to start shit because they think I won't kick their ass. I have black hair, which is originally light brown, but I got sick of looking mousey and dyed it. My lip is pierced, and like the vamp living in my head, I too have a scar on my left eyebrow. Of course, mine isn't because of a slayer, but because of a fight I got into with this chick at a bar, who got me with her gaudy ring. Whatever. It healed. Anyway, moving on. I have blue eyes, and my ears have quite a few piercings as well. I have 3 in each of my lobes, I have an industrial piercing and my tragus pierced on my left ear, and an anti-tragus on my right ear. I plan on getting more, but...we'll see. I also wear glasses sometimes, when I need to read...but lately, I haven't needed them.
Abilities/Talents: Well, I know how to do piercings. I'm still learning, but I'm pretty fucking good. I'm not too good with body piercings yet, but facial and ears? I've got you covered. Recently, because of Spike, I've been able to run for miles without getting winded, or tired. I can also see really far, without wearing my glasses, which is awesome. I don't know what other nifty abilities I'll acquire over time, but he hasn't been with me for that long.
Allegiance: I don't know. The sociopathic vampire living in my head plays for both teams, good and evil, light and dark, etc. etc., so I guess we'll see.
Personality:
You really want to know? Well then, let’s start off with the basics. I’d like to think that I’m a pretty cool chick, but I definitely have the shortest fuse of anyone I know. I can go from happy and grinning like a fool one second, to scowling and wishing I could punch someone in the face the next. I have a lot of friends, but most of them are guys, since girls usually set me off a lot easier, especially the stereotypical chicks from California. There is no fucking need to add an ‘omg’ or a ‘whatevs’ to a conversation every 5 seconds. Pick up a book and learn some fucking grammar.
Ugh. See what I mean? Short fuse.
Even though I act tough and shit, I definitely have weak spots, and when you hit them…you can expect my reaction to be violent, all while crying I usually just throw shit, or slam a few doors, but…Spike has a different way of handling things, which involves causing a lot of physical harm to the people who piss me off. This explains why I went without having any scars for 21 years, and now I have quite a few…including the one on my eyebrow. Thankfully, I can remember a few of his fighting moves, so I definitely have an advantage if people think they want to start something with me.
This is making me sound like the craziest bitch ever, but I swear I can be really chill. I like to have a good time, and I like to go to concerts, and go out dancing, but I also like relaxing on a couch with a few good friends, watching some TV. It’s a lot more fun when there’s something illegal involved. I’m not a drug addict or anything, so don’t get that idea stuck in your head, but I’ve been known to experiment every now and then. My high now is totally different though, since Spike tends to enjoy just sitting around, watching my hand move back and forth. Sounds like I’m making stuff up based on a quote of his, but neither of us are joking.
I’m also a really loyal person, and will stick up for any of my friends if I hear people talking shit about them. I used to hold grudges, and wouldn’t even talk to people I didn’t like, but…ever since Spike’s been living up in my brain, I find myself working with people I hate, just to get something I want. I’ve also gotten a lot better at negotiating because of the blonde vamp, which goes along with working with people I hate…since they usually hate me too. Whatever.
I don’t know what else there is to add. If I like you, I like you, but if I don’t? You’ll know about it.
Home(s): Los Angeles, California. Yeah, go figure. Apparently Spike is bound to Cali.
History:
Alright, let’s take it from the beginning. I was born in California, and was taken home by my 18 year old parents, who had absolutely no idea what the hell they were doing when it came to raising a kid. They tried, I’ll give them credit for that, but they were pretty shitty parents. I was basically raised by babysitters, since both of my parents worked all of the time, just to keep a roof over our heads. My grandparents watched over me sometimes, and even though they didn’t hate me, I know they hated the idea of me. I was a bastard child, and they were all insane Christians who thought you needed to be married before you even had sex…and then their kids pop out a prom-night baby. How proud they must have been.
When I was about 13, my Mom got fired from her job, so things were a little rough for a while. My Dad had already split by this point, so having no income left me and my Mom sitting around candles because the electricity couldn’t be paid, and eating Ramen since that’s all we could afford. The weird thing is, instead of hating her, I actually got really close with my Mom because of us being poor as shit. We wouldn’t have any TV, so we’d just…talk a lot. She eventually got another even crappier job, so I didn’t see her as much anymore, but I was already old enough to watch over myself, and didn’t have to be left in a dark house with a crotchety babysitter anymore…but then again, we couldn’t really afford a crotchety babysitter, so it all worked out pretty nicely. I got a job when I was 15, helped my Mom pay the bills, and kept going to school. I graduated, but never went to college. We didn’t have the money, and I wasn’t really up for more school anyway. So, I kept working at my old job until I was 19, and ran into someone who worked at the tattoo parlor next to the Deli…where I used to work. We started talking, and he told me that if I was interested, he’d be willing to teach me how to be a piercer. I said “Fuck yes”, and started training the very next day.
A few years passed by, and then I was finally 21. I was still technically living at home, but I was never there. I usually just crashed at my friend’s house. Anyway, I turned 21, and went out partying. I got plastered, passed out on…someone’s couch, and then woke up feeling like complete shit…for more than one reason. For starters, I had a hangover from hell, but on top of that, I had these really fucking weird thoughts running through my head. I thought it was just the booze, but they didn’t stop even after I was completely sober. Next thing I know, a few months later, this guy shows up on my doorstep to tell me that I’m sharing a brain with Spike from Buffy the Vampire Slayer. What. The. Fuck? I seriously started looking for the cameras, because I felt like I was on some sort of freaky candid camera show. But, I wasn’t. Unfortunately. The guy’s really in my head, and every day I learn a little bit more about ol’ William. Honestly, most of it…I don’t want to know, but…I don’t really have a choice. His memories are mine now. The good, the bad…and the really fucking bad.
Let’s just say I can’t take the train anymore without getting horrible flashbacks. He’s ruined that mode of transportation for me.
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