Full Name Antoinette Dubois Nickname/Alias Ann by most people, Toni to very close friends. GenderFemale OrientationPansexual Real AgeAround 300. Age Appearance26 BirthdayNovember 21st Deathday (May not have one yet) BirthplaceParis, France Astrological SignScorpio Species Vampire Eye ColorBlue Hair Color Blonde Build Looooong legs Distinguishing Marks Mole on the top of her left breast, and a beauty mark near her left eye Height 5'8 but 6'1 in heels. Cup SizeD Abilities Heightened hearing, smell, and sight. Unnatural strength. Unnatural healing. Retractable fangs. Likes White Roses, red nail polish, bread, red wine, and chocolates. Dislikes Pushy people, people who hurt animals
In the early years of the 1700’s, Antoinette was french nobility. A headstrong woman with a high status, still unmarried, but who would want to marry such a stubborn woman? One who could read, write and debate like any man, maybe even better. After weeks of convincing, and charming a suitor was found, Antoinette refused. Her mother shot back that it was not her choice. The day of her wedding, she decided that she would run away. Run and never look back any more, even if it meant losing her status or losing her life.
Deep in the woods, after running for what felt like hours the end of her dress torn and black from the mud. Collapsing to her knees, tears streaming down her face and clearing away the pounds of makeup. It was there in the clearing when she felt a cold hand tilt her face up, a woman, pale and beautiful there in the light of the dusk. Antoinette blinked away tears as the stranger asked her about her troubles. It was there that she broke down, clawing at the mud that dug under her nails. She did not want to return, she refused to be married, all the fancies of being noble were no longer attractive to her. She wanted to be free.
It was then in the dull light of the moon, when she looked at the woman clearly smiling down at her with long fangs glistening from her teeth. There was a gasp, then silence.
When she died, that’s when her life began anew as a vampire.
There were days where she was nostalgic, and she would frequent art museums. Coming across old portraits of herself, staring into the painting and reliving the memories. A local photographer took notice this time, snapping a candid photo and looking at the screen. He became curious towards the ageless woman in the painting, while what seemed to be her doppleganger standing there in the flesh. After some convincing she finally agreed to let him photograph her, soon becoming his muse, and that’s where her career as a model began.
i'm begging you, start with something more interesting than: 'hello, how are you?' if you do message me, start with a random starter or an idea for a roleplay. it's tedious to go through 10+ messages of just pleasantries.
it's more obvious than you think when you don't read guidelines, or someone's profile. i really urge you to at least skim through.
antoinette is more suitable for historical, modern, fantasy, urban fantasy, and sometimes horror settings.
if you added me first, i'm going to assume that you want to roleplay or have an idea for our character to interact. i will not chase you or rush you, i understand we can all be nervous/shy. i will often try posting ice breakers, but please don't take up space.
if you're looking for purely smut, or a submissive character you've come to the wrong place. just because antoinette looks a certain way doesn't mean she's going to fuck you.