RHAYNE, Myseri

[Myseri Rhayne]

“She turned into my curse.”

[Myseri]
{Rogue}
[Rhayne]

.::.Go Beyond the Norm.::.

\Full name/
Myseri Rogue Rhayne.

\Meaning of name/
Her name is very expressive of how Myseri turned out. If she is nothing else, she is a rogue. She trusts no one and only obeys her own rules. As for what happens to other, when the misery rains, it pours.

\Nicknames/
Mysi or Rhay.

\Age/
Sixteen.

\Species/
Vampire.

\Canon or Original?/
Original.

\Power Level/
She is on the lower end of the strong level. Her telepathy and manipulation have grown rapidly since she began feeding to the beat of her victim's heartbeat.

Birthday
October 23rd.

\Race/
Myseri is Caucasian. She was born and raised in a small city in Pennsylvania.

\Social Class/
Middle class since she stopped living with her upper class parents.

.::.Beauty Captures Your Attention.::.

\Height/
Five feet, four inches.

\Weight/
one hundred and twenty five pounds.

\Hair/
Myseri's hair is coal black with the exception of odd purple highlights. These are only seen in full moonlight however. It's very choppy with lots of razored layers and comes a little past her shoulders.

\Eyes/
Light blue-green are the color of Myseri's eyes. They barely have any color at all really. This leaves people stunned and shocked all at the same time. No one can ever read her emotions, especially with her cold eyes.

\Appearance/
Encased in a extremely pale, almost translucent casing are Myseri's feminine curves. She has all the right ones in all the right places. Believe me, she never forgets that. Among these, her arms and legs are thin and long. Each of which is tipped in a small delicate hand or foot. No one would ever suspect such devilish things have come from such soft hands.

Her eyes, as previously mentioned, are her most substantial means of luring prey. With their mysteriously light shade of what appears to be aqua, they never fail her. Laying south of her heart-breakers is her small, lavender mouth. It, alone, could pretty much hypnotize anyone into sprawling themselves out on a stump like an unsuspecting chicken waiting for the butcher. Between her two distinct features sits her round, little nose. It tends to blend in completely with her complexion.

Her naturally black hair adds yet another hint of mystery to our young vampire. To most, it is just soft, dark hair. It attracts them and makes them peer through it to see the face it hides. To others, it's purple hues leave them awestruck and wanting to know the girl behind it. With Myseri's arsenal of good looks and strength, no one is safe from her bite, or her heart.

\Face claim/
Amy Lee.

.::.Personality Captures Your Heart.::.

\Strengths/

\Weaknesses/

\Best trait/
I'd say Myseri's best trait is her eyes. They always keep her in company so she doesn't fall into another deep depression.

\Worst trait/
She hates being alone so much that she tends to fall in love, or think she's in love, very quickly. It tends to leave her hurt the majority of the time.

\Likes/

\Dislikes/

\Shadows/

\Strive/

\Secrets/

\Personality/
She may hate arrogance, but Myseri loves showing who she truly is. Beautiful. She's not vain, she doesn't stand in the mirror for hours examining herself. She knows what she is and, by the number of dead guys they haven't found, she's good at what she does. Walking into a room, she can immediately pick out who will jump on her first and who will be the chase. Holding herself high and always showing her confidence, she goes for the chase.

Unfortunately, the numerous human men never quite satisfy her need for someone. They last an hour, maybe two, and she's done with them. It's just like a pizza. Sure you can leave it sit out all night, but it always tastes best after you pay for it. Vampire men are cruel and tend to leave her hurt. Luckily, they weren't her first taste of abandonment and they won't be her last.

A little known fact and well-kept secret is that Myseri's parents kicked her to the curb. She was young and outgoing, but they saw her as uncontrollable and self-destructive. If their daughter was going to kill herself, they didn't want to see her do it. This is mainly why she constantly searches for someone to hold her close and remind her of how great she is, she doesn't believe it herself. Everyday the loneliness grows and everyday she gets a little colder inside.

When it all comes down to it, Myseri seems to be the life of the party. She's the girl they all want to be. She doesn't need an introduction or pounds of make-up to look stunning, it happens by breathing. It's a lovely veil she puts up. If only someone were brave enough to rip it down.



.::.It's a Family Thing.::.

\Family/
Marie Rhayne; Receptionist for a plastic surgeon (34).
Rayge Rhayne; Plastic Surgeon (36).

\Pet/
N/A.

\History/
Myseri was raised in a very wealthy household. She lived comfortably with her parents, who spoiled her to the core. Her father was a plastic surgeon whose office was always filled to the brim with patients and her mother was his receptionist. This usually left Myseri home alone for late nights. At least, that's what her parents thought.

When it came down to it, all her father's wealthy clients had attractive sons. All these attractive sons always threw amazing parties. Unfortunately, all these amazing parties contained large amounts of alcohol. Coming home smelling like she just rolled out of Spring Break wasn't exactly easy for her parents to miss.

Kicking her out at the age of fifteen wasn't easy for them. Well that's what they told her. In reality, it made their lives a whole lot better. They weren't spoiling some little girl. They didn't have to worry about where she was. It made them more wealthy and less stressed. People asked them where their daughter was and they nearly forgot they had ever had one.

After leaving, Myseri continued to party until she hit rock bottom. She soon realized that there was so much more than this. Well, she was convinced of it. Being flattered and fussed over by all these young men would have to do for now. It was all she was used to, but deep inside, she really wanted love.

.::.You Can Educate a Fool.::.

\Level of Schooling/
Myseri dropped out of high school her sophomore year.

\Schooling Abilities/
Myseri was an amazing artist and loved writing. Her teachers all praised her and told her she would be a brilliant artist someday. However, it was just a natural talent to her and if it was natural, it was easy. Myseri didn't value things that came easy.

.::.Not Just a Pretty Face.::.

\Name/
Hayley or Hayz.

\Age/
Sixteen.

\Gender/
Female.

\Experience/
Somewhere around three years.

\Other characters/
N/A


\Fanfiction Sample/
The club was typically filled to the brim with the normal, upper class guys. They were throwing their parents' money around like it was going out of style. What a pity, Myseri thought as she walked into the room. All eyes flocked to her and it didn't phase her in the least. Not a single 'gentlemen' was going to be difficult for her. Not one. A small sigh escaped her lips as she placed herself gently on the stool of the bar. The ruffles of her little, black dress melted over her pale legs and the edges of the barstool. Immediately, the bartender came to her and placed her usual down, a black opal. No one had ever questioned her age. They never had to, she kept that one at bay from the heads easily.

Three or four boys came up to her, asking her to dance or join their group. These were boys to her because they were too eager to know how to handle a lady such as herself. Cruelly, but politely, she turned them all down and continued to sip on her drink. "Tonight is going to be highly uneventful," she murmured as she slid her finger around the brim of her glass. "Now what makes you say that?" asked a voice all too familiar. Myseri swallowed hard and tilted her soft eyes up to confirm who it was coming from.