Amethyst Jezebel Rowan Amber

[Rowan Amber]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=align,center][atrb=style,width: 450px; background-image: url(http://i55.tinypic.com/5zodjn.jpg); -moz-border-radius: 30px; -webkit-border-radius: 30px; -moz-box-shadow: 3px 3px 3px #00000; -webkit-box-shadow: 3px 3px 3px #000000; padding: 10px;] Amethyst Amber I was born as Amethyst Jezebel Rowan Amber, but I prefer being called Rowan. I'm 28 years old with the appearance of a 21 year old due to being a vampire. I was married, but escape the marriage, changing the name to Rowan Amber instead of Amethyst Blythe. I prefer to keep my past a secret. Personality With being so outgoing and silent, Amethyst puts on a mask to avoid problems in her life that would very much keep to herself. Much less let anyone know her real name of Amethyst. She goes by one of her middle names, Rowan, giving it that no one could ever trace her unless they were looking for the full name. Rowan is secretive towards others and doesn't share much of anything to anyone. Her story she tells others is anything, but the truth. Her past haunts her to the day. Rowan puts on a mask of being someone shy and recluse. She makes herself appear as being a loner, antisocial towards others and avoiding all people who try to help her out. She draws to avoid the outside world and sells it the moment she can get a buyer. She hails from the cold north and finds the warmth of New Orleans very comforting. If not pleasant. The sound of listening to people whine about the weather doesn't bother her even though they complain of being sticky and sweaty from the humidity of the air and the hot temperatures. The art she draws often is of the landscapes around her. Its her way of taking the hauntings of her past away and keeping them hidden forever. She puts different things into the drawings as a way to tell her story without truly saying it out aloud. Little pieces find their way out of the drawings to keep her statsified with what is shared and what's not. With each passing day Rowan writes in a journal to tell of her experiences of the day and how she's gone through without telling a soul of the terrible deed that she had done. The deed isn't said in the entries, in case wandering eyes found the journal, they wouldn't understand what she was talking about. Rowan often finds herself wondering if she'll go the next day without trouble following her. History Amethyst Jezebel Rowan Amber was brought into the world on the morning of the third day of the twelfth month of the 82 year of the 20th century. She was the youngest child to Henry and Iola Amber. The life she grew up with was sparse of the attention of both her parents, her father the surgeon who was never home and the lawyer who was too busy screwing with her clients to realize her children needed them more than their jobs. Rowan had often found time to beg for her parents' attention, but nothing ever came as the nanny took her out of their view and placed her next to brother Leif. When she was seven, Rowan found a way to get out of the house to wander around the town without her nanny knowing what she was doing. She wouldn't wander far from the neighborhood they lived at in the city of Toronto. She would always come back making the nanny worried that she lost the child for good and would have to tell the girl's father that she lost the brat. It would mean that she would be fired and not be able to continue the affair she had with him. Rowan knew her way around the nannies, that she could easily pin anything on the women who served her parents to get them fired, often times telling her father that the woman was sneaking money from the safe in the library of their home. She became quite the little thief in her younger days. When she was seventeen, she had been at a party drinking heavily. Driving home drunk as a skunk, she managed to avoid hitting anyone and all traffic, but tried to avoid hitting a dog running across the street. She had served out of control and when she got out to make sure the dog was okay, found the dog's owner in the street instead. Amethyst wasn't in a panic, she was terrified as she heard a siren coming toward the accident of the crime. But no one saw her do anything of the sort. How did this cop know anything about it? The cop saved her and didn't report it, but he made her drive the car back to his place where he dumped the body himself and took her in for the night. Which later turned into a couple of weeks to a few years. She had dropped out of school and didn't go back to home to her parents, who probably didn't care where she was at. None of them seemed to care anyways. Her brother had left and was off somewhere getting into trouble. She found much of her time enjoying the freedom she got from the man, who told her to call him, Alan instead of his surname Mr. Blythe. Things turned out to be okay for a few months after he took her in, but Rowan always seemed like something was up with the man. While she had turned eighteen and had been living with him for a few months already, things seemed to turn for the worst. She hardly understood his work hours, always being away during the night and always sleeping during the day while she was out trying to find a job. Amethyst found her time wasted to be successful as she went to work with a catering job with one of Alan's co-workers from the force. Much to her despise. Her boss didn't last long. As it felt like it did. Having married Alan during the summer while she was eighteen, things got a little weirder after she turned nineteen and Alan got into a bit of mischief. She had gotten reports that he had been in a shooting and she gone to the scene of the crime to see that her boss from the catering job had been killed and her husband heading off to the hospital for emergency surgery. Amethyst sat by his side for a few days and went home to make sure things were alright there when Alan came home, having been tired of the hospital staff telling him that he needed to stay there until they could fully release him. She seemed almost happy about him being home. Felt much safer than normal. Alan hadn't healed until the next oddest thing had happened. He had gone off somewhere after telling her he had a shift to go to and she followed him to a hotel. She felt like there was something odd about it, but had thought nothing of it as she went back home to ask him about it later. Confronting him seemed like a bad idea when she asked him about the next morning. She had taken cover in the hallway closet after he took out his off-duty firearm and started welding it toward her. She never asked about his lies again. By her twenty birthday, she had taken the chance to get the hell out of dodge when he went on a deep sea fishing trip with his boss off to the Atlantic Ocean. He would have been gone for a few days, giving her plenty of time to get out of Toronto and somewhere else. Amethyst had changed her name to Rowan Amber, keeping her maiden name, instead of Blythe. It would have been far to easier for Alan to find her and kill her, like he had done with his first two wives. With a little research she found out he had been all over the place at different police departments because everyone thought he killed his wives, but said it happened elsewhere. Taking up residence in New York City, Rowan had found herself selling her drawings for a few bucks each week to survive as well as finding a full-time job at a restarurant to be able to pay the bills by getting by. It was in the fall before her twenty-second birthday that she had encountered a man that changed her entire world. Not only was this man different than Alan, he was by far older than Alan and knew his way around of avoiding the cops. Having tried to escape the man many times that night, she died trying to escape only to wake up to being a new being. She seemed a little hesiant at first to accept what she was, but the man didn't know her past and she wasn't going to tell anyone anything. She felt safer to know that no one knew of her violent past or the physical abuse she recieved from Alan. Having been with the vampire sire for nearly seven years, Rowan could honestly say she felt better about this arrangement than she had with Alan Blythe. She didn't feel so scared around the man as Alan had scared her. She had followed Xavier to New Orleans and had been there ever since, taking things up as they came. She still finds herself looking over her shoulder, trying not to seem so obvious that one Alan could be anywhere at any moment, and two that she didn't exactly have the proper paperwork to be considered a vampire in the United States. I'm Amethyst and the only one who would be called such a thing. I'm 18 years old and can often be found roaming around or if not, playing Sims 3 if I'm not on ze internet. You can find me on messenger or just drop a PM.