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Reagan Sheridan
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Reagan Elizabeth Sheridan
« Thread Started on Dec 24, 2007, 2:52pm »

Life is a
rose
beware of the thorns.

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All About You

Name - Edelweiss
How Long Have You Been Roleplaying? 1 to 2 years
Do You Have Any Other Characters On This Site? No

Character Basics

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Name - Reagan Elizabeth Sheridan (formerly Elizabeth Reagan Preux)
Age - 17 years when asked
Grade - Senior
Sex - Female
Species - Vampyr
Sexual Orientation - Heterosexual
Relationship Status - Single
Weight - 117 lbs
Height - 5’ 7”

Physical Appearance -

There is a sort of beauty that can make grown men weak in the knees and all women envious--- that classic beauty which provides the right amount of voluptuousness coupled with the delicateness of the most innocent looking females. Reagan Elizabeth Sheridan was blessed with such a beauty. Her body, a statuesque five foot seven inches is a gorgeous hourglass figure; granted, Reagan will most certainly tell you that her hips are too large--- but what woman doesn’t. Most of Reagan’s height can be attributed to her toned and tanned legs which seem to go on for miles. Years of dance (which she recently stopped) have made her calves very shapely and boy does she love wearing skirts to show off such an asset. At a little below one hundred and twenty pounds, she is of a slender physique--- not willowy nor big boned--- and has had to do little to maintain such a weight (blame that one her fast metabolism ladies).

Whereas her body is the pinnacle of womanly perfection, Reagan’s face could most easily be described as a baby face. Big, dark blue eyes gaze back at you from under well-sculpted eyebrows (her favorite attribute) and in a similar fashion when she smiles, the apples of her cheek look like a doll which has been made to smile without fail making her whole face seems very delicate and angelic almost. Reagan’s skin is fair with a natural glow and only once every month will you see a blemish on the corner of her button nose. But other than the certain time of the month, her face remains clear with usually a natural pink gloss covering her fine lips and perhaps some mascara and shimmer to make Reagan feel at least presentable.

Her features are further softened by the warm, chocolate colored locks that tumble freely down her shoulders on most days either in the naturally wavy fashion or straightened depending on how much time Reagan had to get ready that morning. The layered style frames the seventeen year old’s face and when nervous might be pushed behind her ears (which mind you are not pierced). Her biggest peeve remains that there is a almost imperceptible birthmark in the shadow of her neck; no one will she it due to the immense amount of cover up she uses each day to keep it concealed.

As mentioned before, Reagan is very fond of skirts especially denim minis (or anything denim for that matter). She doesn’t have a style per say, but what the young high school student does like to do is wear whatever looks best on her whether its in style or not. On a day to day basis Reagan might be seen donning a dark wash denim skirt or jeans paired with heels (yes, she likes to be even taller) and some sort of form fitting top. Being comfortable in her own skin is far more important in her opinion than buying a whole new wardrobe each season to keep up with the times. Fashion is fickle, Reagan is not.

Behind the Scenes

Personality -

The first thing you must understand about Reagan is that she is just as bubbly as a glass of champagne. This seventeen year old has no trouble speaking to absolute strangers and as far as chipper goes you can’t get much more so. She is always smiling that brilliant Cheshire cat-like smile, laughing until her cheeks are a rosy hue, and spreading that sort of mirth to everyone around her. Live. Laugh. Love is her motto and she lives it to the fullest never crying over spilled milk. However, there is a downside to such a positive attitude; if you are not used to Reagan and her sunshiny self it will most certainly be irritating. Imagine being with a morning person before you have your first cup of coffee—-- yeah, not a pretty picture.

On a more serious note, Reagan is a conscientious person when it comes to all of her endeavors. She excels in school especially in the subjects that she has a passion for; competes at high levels in all of athletic ventures; and when with friends and family Reagan has to have everything just so. Call it OCD if you want but Reagan just has a very particular way of going about things which has led to that “anything you can do, I can do better” mentality. She can become highly competitive, making her anyone’s equal. If challenged, Reagan will rise to the occasion and overcome--- or at least try to.

But there remains another side to this creature of the night that seems to follow the “myths” of vampyrs that have spread throughout the ages. Whether it is due to the fact that Reagan has seen more of the world than most (having lived for nearly three centuries) or not, there is an air of maturity about her. She is not just your average teenager; in fact to use another alcoholic beverage analogy Reagan is like a fine wine, that gains more body or depth as time passes. She has a confidence about her and a smoky hint mystery because of her nature. Such traits can make her quite attractive to the opposite sex and while a handsome face might keep her occupied for a moment (nothing when you are to live for an eternity), Reagan seeks her better half, the sun to her moon, the yin to her yang. To put it simply, Reagan has an unintentional tendency of becoming to object of obsession, a young man’s fantasy with just a sultry glance of her midnight blue eyes. But she will not be an easy chase; you will have to work to win her over.

Family -

Rhys Sheridan Jr.--- formerly Jean-Baptiste Preux (father) -

Reagan is the apple of Rhys eye plain and simple. Her father would do just about anything for her and their relationship that most father’s would envy and Reagan can confide in her middle-aged father about everything. One of their traditions is to have a ‘dinner for two’ one Friday of the month to catch up when their busy schedules would otherwise not permit.

Heidi Sheridan--- formerly known as Marie Preux (mother) –

The relationship between mother and daughter is far from the perfection which makes father and daughter such a pair. Heidi and Reagan get along as most parents do with their teens--- bickering, testing boundaries, and getting on each other’s last nerves. She is the parent who trusts no one and is far too protective of her only daughter.

Likes -
- Red Roses
- Classic Literature
- Handsome men
- Her eyes
- Moonlight
- Immortality
- Skirts
- Live.Laugh.Love.
- Travel
- Harper’s Bazaar
- Friendly competition
- Modern technology
- Friends
- Most vampyrs
- Success
- Smiling

Dislikes -
- Petty quarrels
- Sunshine
- The fact that others die and yet she will live forever
- Stalking her next victim (it's only from necessity)
- Bigotry
- Immaturity
- Pessimism
- Vicious vampyrs (those who seek out victims for sport and not for sustenance)

Hobbies -

Up until recently (the past three years), Reagan had been a dedicated dancer, ballet being her preference. It was something she enjoyed immensely, expressing herself through motion, but all things must come to an end. When her personal life suffered due to the ungodly hours in which she spent in front of the barre in her dance academy, Reagan decided to take a break. While she still dances to keep in shape, the ballerina no longer enters competitions, which is against her normal tendency. The girls in company were far too fickle and backstabbing for Reagan to withstand.

However, she now spends a great deal of time with her head in the leaves of classic literature reading works of Shakespeare, verse by thingyenson, and the hundreds of novels that make up literature as we know it. Reagan loves the feel of a new book in her grasps and can often be found perched on the window seat of her bedroom with a novel on her lap while she reads by the silvery glow of the moon. This love of writing was fostered by her mother.

And perhaps this next hobby might seem unorthodox but Reagan has always been partial to moonlit walks. It was a practice that began shortly after her transformation, a way of her father helping her to adjust. If you should see a lone figure walking confidently down the streets of Ridling during the wee hours of the morning odds are you have just come in contact with a vampyr who bathes in the moonlight like most people do the sun.

History -

“Let them eat cake,” was the headline that spread throughout France during the year of then Elizabeth Reagan Preux was born. The French Revolution was in full swing and soon Madame Guillotine’s steel would be tarnished by the blue blood of the aristocratic elite. Worlds were changing and had Marie Preux had a choice in the matter no child would have been brought into the world. It was thus that with a heavy heart, she found herself confined and in excruciating pain from the delivery of her first child. The Bastille had been stormed, the royal family taken from Versailles, and the Preux clan as members of court stashed away in Ireland. A proud Frenchwoman, Marie wished for her child to be born on French soil but Elizabeth was born nonetheless on an unusually cold March day in a small cottage among the rolling hills of Ireland. The whole family assumed the name of the kind souls who had taken them in becoming an illegitimate branch to the Sheridan family tree. But as fate would have it, the benevolent family was a lot of creatures of the night who soon took advantage of the displaced aristocrats, turning the adults into vampyrs within several months of their arrival. The child was spared until her seventeenth birthday and then she too was transformed into a creature of the night.

Fast forward a century or so and the Preuxs had completely assimilated into the state of the undead as well as the identity of an Irish family living in the countryside. But life in Ireland too became difficult with the potato famine that ensued and like a great many Irishmen the Sheridan clan traveled the Atlantic in hopes of living out the American dream. This would be the last time that their names would change--- Marie becoming Heidi and Elizabeth preferring to use her middle name, Reagan, as her first. Life went on and Reagan soon lost the country airs as she plodded down the cobbled streets of Ridling, Vermont. The once carefree child aged like a fine wine transforming into a demure lady of the upper-middle class much to her mother’s excitement. She lost the baby fat of the juvenile years, her body slowly stretching skyward as the womanly figure she has to this day appeared. Reagan was no less bubbly perhaps even more so and more confident in herself; she was immortal, forever destined to be carry the blush of youth on her cheeks--- never to fear dying unless someone carried a wooden stake around in their jacket pocket.

Now with the twenty-first century in its early years, the Sheridans have remained in Ridling as respected members of the community. They have taken great care to mask their nocturnal pre-dispositions and thirst for blood from the outsiders--- humans with their fear of the things that go bump in the night. Reagan attends the local high school where a vein of her own kind slipped through the cracks and infested the seemingly homogeneous masses of mortals. She has a more affected air about her, having experienced several centuries of living or un-living as the case maybe. In regards to humans, Reagan is indifferent as most of her family is; their petty quarrels irk her but still the vampyress is enamored by the lives they lead--- the life that had once been hers for the taken. No use crying over spilled milk, right? Well, Reagan has never been one to shed tears easily and the life of a vampyr suits her.

Finishing Up

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It had been a long two days of waiting and praying for one high school senior who had been ostracized to the sterile waiting room of one of Miami’s major hospitals while her childhood friend fought for his life, the woman who loved him sitting at his side diligently, and his older sister pleading with him to wake up. Two days of hell--- two days of apprehension. Brett’s accident had been worse than any of the floor nurses had let her know. Thalia had pounced on any nurse that came in the waiting room pleading with them for any news on Brett Davis. Some would simply recite the rule on ‘family members only’ but others had watched her sympathetically sitting in the uncomfortable plastic chair hour after hour, her small frame wracked with sobs while Darius, her brother, or other friends came to see how she was holding up, would slip small bits of information. Still even with their kindness all Thalia had been able to hear was that he was still unconscious and then eventually that he had slipped into a coma.

The news had hit her like a ton of bricks and thankfully her big brother had been there to support her. Thalia burst into tears, her body trembling as she violently pounded at her brother’s chest saying ‘no, no, no’ over and over again as if her persistence might change the outcome. Darius held her close, taking each blow as if it were a feather brushing against him and he was also stifling his own tears. He was fond of Brett and always had been as he watched his sister and her friends grow up. But it broke his heart to watch his little sister under so much emotional pain. The nurses after that point had been more careful with her, bringing her blankets, pillows, and coffee as she camped out in the waiting room. She had missed two days of school already, was running on only a scant number of hours under her belt, and only coffee in her stomach. Thalia had refused to leave for a moment in case there was some news, either good or bad.

And so she sat in the white hospital waiting room located down the hall from Brett, her body aching from fatigue, her warm brown eyes raw from the constant strain of tears--- she had cried until she could cry no longer--- and silent prayers falling from her lips as she watched the hall for movement. Nurses walked passed in their scrubs eyeing her with sympathy while going on their rounds. The yellow fluorescent lights made her olive complexion look sickly and dark lines dug into the supple flesh beneath her eyes, the cell phone never leaving her hand as she sent text messages or left voicemails for Tristan.

“Excuse me?”

Thalia glanced up from her idle hands, the nail polish chipped off in her hysterics, to a young nurse who had been bringing her coffee since last afternoon. A pretty little blond with a good-natured look about her youthful features looked down at her. She didn’t say anything, just stared into her face.

“You deserve to go see your friend. Anyone who sits here like this is family,” the nurse told her, “Mr. Davis’ room is the third one to the left.”

It didn’t take a second for Thalia to rise from her seat and run down the hall, leaving the kind nurse in her wake. Her slender hand twisted the door knob slowly as she took her first glance at Brett in two days. As she had known all along, Colbie was at his side and seemed to have been startled by her presence. Thalia looked despondently on her best friend and crossed the room in what seemed like one large stride before wrapping her in a supportive embrace. If Thalia was suffering this much, this accident must have been devastating to the love of his life. She held her friend at arms length, noticing the red eyes that stared back at her but thought nothing of it--- Brett was in a coma, who wouldn’t cry?

She slowly released Colbie, looking heartbrokenly down at one of her closest friends. His face was still marred by the accident, his handsome features grazed and cut up yet he looked peaceful in an almost haunting way. Thalia bent down towards him and pressed a kiss lightly on his forward, her fingers brushing aside the matted blond locks atop of his head, “Brett…”

Her voice seemed to disappear below the incessant beeping of the heart monitor and other machines that were keeping Brett connected with the real world by a fine thread. All the while Thalia had been taking blame for this all. No, she hadn’t driven the Hummer that had struck him but for a month she had remained aloof while frolicking about with Tristan. She had ignored the signs that something was wrong with Brett because she had found love--- the sort of love she had dreamed of. And now, Brett was lying in a hospital bed in a land between the living and the dead.

“Brett, please. I have so much to tell you,” she murmured, kneeling at his bedside, “I’m so sorry but please wake up. Please.”

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