Post by TILLY ROSANNA HELLERMAN on Jan 8, 2013 18:40:52 GMT -5
TILLY ROSANNA HELLERMAN
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FULL NAME: Tilly Rosanna Hellerman
NICKNAMES: N/A
AGE: 145 years old
SPECIES: Vampire, non veggie.
PLAY BY: Mandy Moore
HISTORY: Tilly was born in 1867 in London to sustainopreneur John Hellerman and his wife Linda. The family business was to collect and preserve enough food, water, shelter and other resources to house the poor. Their lifestyle consisted of eating and drinking very little, giving a small amount of everything they had divided by nearly a hundred homeless citizens. As a result, Tilly and her family went with very little or even no food some nights. Tilly grew up to believe that indulgence was bad and that everything should be divided equally amongst the masses. It was this belief that persuaded her to join the Communist revolution led by Karl Max in London in 1882. She was only fifteen years old yet disappeared regularly to attend any and all organized events based around the Communist ideals, although Marx was never there due to ill health.
Her bold prediction was that England would soon buckle under the pressures of communism and capitalism would fall, allowing the levels of poverty to decline. Even though Marx died shortly after, Tilly remained a loyal communist. Her youthful imagination only needed to picture the rich getting fat on their wealth for her to fight harder for change within Great Britain. She organized campaigns, marches and protests in the name of fairness and equality within the lush lands of England. By the age of seventeen she was an active campaigner but also kept menial work doing general cleaning and polishing the silver and other valuables of the upper-class families. It was through this that she conducted research into how the upper classes lived and deemed it unfair, given her upbringing. Her family had met hundreds of perishing bodies just looking for a warm meal and it sickened her to see how the upper-class behaved.
Much like the zebra, of whom it was always questioned whether they were white with black stripes or black with white stripes, Tilly wondered similar with the upper classes. Were they rich with status in society or was their status in society rich? Her parents told her that whilst the situation was dire, they doubted any change could come from her political campaigning. The 'men in formalwear' as her mother referred to them 'were never going to change'. This realization made Tilly more tense at work. As she held tightly a silver chalice belonging to the family she worked for, she couldn't contain her anger that the poor were still starving, dying on the streets and nothing was being done about it. The poor weren't even acknowledged. She wasn't even acknowledged, as she was a mere woman who was worth nothing to society. Even if she married, her status would be determined only by her husband. But no man would marry her whilst choirs of demands for her political silence were still raging through the officials along with every other communist supporter.
Her beliefs were getting her into a lot of trouble within her community, also. Some refused to eat under the sanctity of her family's roof in fear of being seen breaking bread with a communist supporter. Her father was offering money for any man to take her hand in marriage so that she may be supported under another roof. There was one man, William Porter, a United States navy officer, who expressed an interest in the money John Hellerman offered. It was arranged that he would meet Tilly and ultimately decide whether he would make her his wife. Obedient to her parents wishes, Tilly agreed to meet him, although it wasn't as if she had a choice in the matter. When she met William for the first time, he showed an immediate admiration for her. He wouldn't comment on her political history but was otherwise so impressed with her spirit and confidence that he agreed to a small dip in the price of her dowry due to her family's poor economic state.
Tilly Hellerman became Mrs Matilda Porter in February 1886 at the age of nineteen, during which time she moved to the U.S and became a dormant figure in the community. She had no friends and very little to live for, but she was happy. She and William had grown very fond of each other, they would sing verses of old songs by the piano and kiss each other goodnight before they went to bed. In 1888, Matilda gave birth to a son, Theodore Porter. But her husband was growing weak and died of bronchitis the following year, leaving Matilda a devastated widow. She received criticism from many who knew William, who believed her husband's death was affiliated somehow with his wife's treatment at home. Some believed that she neglected his declining health, others believed she deliberately caused it to ruin a great man. She said not a word to anyone about how much she loved her husband, which was later deemed suspicious.
The home that she lived with her husband was raided the night after his death, men that truly believed she had killed her husband began searching every room of the home she shared with him, in search of a poison or other substance to suggest her guilt. Her husband was a great man, loved by many, including herself. Matilda could see the look of grief in every single one of the officers eyes as they brutally beat her. Savage as they were, her baby lay safe in his bed. They had no hatred for Theodore, only her. She lay hours later, bloody and unable to move. Her entire body felt like fire whilst blood covered most of her torn clothes. But the suffering was not to end there, she was found by a vampire. She wasn't sure how long she lay there before he came, only that he had seemed to time his entrance well. As if he knew that she would be there.
Theodore was crying somewhere in the room but she couldn't open her eyes enough to see him. Before she understood what was happening, her body was pulled upward slightly, her neck angling towards the mouth of who she presumed was her next attacker. Only his eyes weren't fueled by grief, they were more monstrous than she had ever seen before. He made her into a vampire, but when she awoke Theodore was gone. So was the vampire that bit her. The house was empty. Though she searched for many months, she never found her son. And after decades of living, presumed that he would be dead. Her life as a vampire was far more simplistic than she could've ever dreamed a life could be. She drank from humans and kept out of the way of exposure. And at the age of ninety, she fed off a particular teenager named Cameron, of whom she turned into a vampire. This was fifty years ago now and she'd sired many others since then, meaning that she may never know the feeling of having changed someone's life for the better. Not like her attacker had done to her. Her human life may have been long over but immortality was more than she could have imagined in her wildest dreams when she was just a young London girl. Now her goal was: enjoy it.
THE REAL YOU
NAME OR NICKNAME: Shideh
AGE: 20
ANY OTHER CHARACTERS: None
RP SAMPLE:Ellie had never had a boyfriend, ever. She'd never been interested in pursuing a relationship whether it was emotional, physical or anything. Her mom had told her that it was okay not to have a boyfriend, since she was only fifteen. Although Ellie would never admit it to anyone, sometimes she did envy those with less standards than her. The ones that could just enter relationships, close their eyes and hope for the best that they become mutually attracted and eventually love each other. But hey, Ellie put on an independent face. Like she always did. She told herself time and time again. She didn't need anybody, she could make her own success without anybody needing to be there for her. To think otherwise would be weak.
At the same time though, she couldn't be one of those girls that put her entire life on hold for someone. Volleyball was like her girlfriend.. boyfriend! she meant boyfriend. In that Volleyball was always there for her, cheered her up and made her life seem better. Ellie's smile widened and she felt a coy urge to look at the table as Dena complimented her name. "Thank you.." she said, trying not to act girlish. She stroked a strand of her hair, hoping that she didn't look a mess. Though why she cared she wasn't sure. "So, how was swim practice?" Ellie asked, hoping to divert the attention away from her out-of-character reactions to this girl. She wondered why she never felt this churlish and happy when she was around guys. She looked at guys and she didn't like them at all, for a variety of reasons. A lot of them were pigs, sex-obsessed and gross. Even the ones that seemed sweet, she only wanted for friends.
But Dena made her feel something inside that somehow made her feel connected to her. Ellie could peg it as attraction, but how could she be that naive? Ellie hadn't had a moment of attraction to anybody since the day she was born. She started to twirl her empty plastic cup once she'd drank all her juice, inadvertently spilling a little on her blouse. "Shoot!" Ellie whispered, as she didn't curse. Ever. It just felt strange on her tongue, such foul language felt more forced than normal to come out of a human beings mouth. That said, she didn't tell others what they could and couldn't say. She just wouldn't say the words herself. She grabbed a napkin next to her tray and started wiping at her blouse, hoping that the juice wouldn't stain. She pulled down her shirt a little from the bottom - not too much, as she was aware she was in the cafeteria where the sick minds of men were lurking - so that she could see the mark better. Phew, it didn't look like it was going to stain. That would've been embarrassing in her next class. She could hear the teasing now; 'missed your mouth did you?' and the like.
She hated high school. She really did, all the bullying and teasing and mocking. She couldn't believe she had another two years before she could escape. Although it did mean that she could practice her skills up before she went into pro volleyball.
"Hey, this probably sounds totally weird. But you know that Valentines' ball coming up? Maybe we should go. Like, as friends."
