VANDERBILT, helena jane, Sixth Former

[Helena Jane Vanderbilt]

Helena Jane Vanderbilt; 18; Fledgling; Deborah Ann Woll

A little about your Char:
Hello, uhm, my name is Helena, I guess I'm supposed to tell you a little about myself? Well, I like to ride horses, but my greatest passion would probably singing or acting. I just love the feeling when I let my voice go and I see other people's faces light up as they hear it. Some people might call me a bitch, but that's mostly because I never talk to anyone. I'm probably one of the most why people at The House Of Night Tulsa. But when I'm singing, there is no shyness about me, I just let it all out. when people see that about me, they usually back off. Cause hey, I'm no Aphrodite. I mean, I do come from a wealthy family, but mine is way, way different from hers...How do I know what her family is like? I used to play with her when we were little. We grew apart as the years went by, I moved back to my home in New Orleans, and she stayed right here in Tulsa. I guess you could say that we liked each other. She enjoyed pushing people around, and back then, I wasn't all that big in defending myself to rude people. But anyways, my family had moved back to Louisiana by the time I was eight, so I still got that southern accent stuck to my voice. My life there though, was short lived, because when I was fifteen, I was Marked, and my parents wanted me to go to the best House Of Night in the country, and what do you know, The Tulsa House Of Night showed up on their radar. They did not shun me, or make me feel bad, they just uprooted their lives, and we moved back to Tulsa, and I've been there ever since. I am now a Sixth former, and life has been pretty smooth running, except lately, I have been wanting to break out of the shell that has been keeping me in the back of the drama class with the utterly to die for teachers, and keeping my voice covered, I think, as my last year here at The House Of Night, I will finally break free......The whole Kalona thing was a bunch of horse shit, I knew right off the bat he wasn't Nyx's consort! He just gave me the creeps to be honest with you, even though he was a little sexy, but I still get a uber bad feeling with thinking about him, and that Witch Nefret, I had hoped that Z had killed her, but no such luck as they came back empty handed, we all kind of wanted her head on a platter. But anyways, I guess I've told you all that I needed to, like I said, I don't need to see a counselor about the whole ordeal, I'm a perfectly normal Teenager, except for the fact that I can move things with my mind, but hey, you already knew that, didn't you? See ya!

Recent Songs played on Helena's Ipod:
- cinders and smoke - Iron and Wine
- Walk with me - Bedlight For Blue Eyes
- Question! - System of A Down

Affinity:
- Telekinesis

Likes:
- singing
- acting
- horses
- writing

Dislikes:
- rude people
- crying
- having such a weird affinity
- being alone most of the time

rp Example:
Lilly walked slowly up to the front of the school. She was in one of her moods again where she was angry at something, and therefore she was angry at everything. The art teacher, Mrs. Teth had announced all of the sudden that she was quitting, and some new guy was going to be moving into her spot. One, she didn't like having to get used to a completely different teacher, and two, guy art teachers tended to be creepy. She made her way to the only place that she knew would make her calm, well, the only place in the school anyways. The Boiler Room. It was the first place that she met Gabriel, and where she continued to go even if he wasn't there anymore. She sighed and opened the door, not bothering to look around. Students weren't all that allowed to go into the boiler room, but all of them never listened. There could almost always be someone in down there, but today, as she neared the bottom of the spiral stone steps, she didn't hear or see anyone, it made her feel a little better. She made her way over to the wall, and sat on some structure, pulling out her sketch pad out, and working on a profile of Leon. She had regretted declining his offer for her, but she couldn't forget the scene with Ben. A few minutes went by, and she realized that the picture wasn't of Leon at all, as she intended for it to be, it turned into Ben. Her eyes started to glaze over with tears, none of them actually spilling over. She took a deep breath. She knew that being all mopey over him didn't help anything, but she couldn't stop. Shoving her sketch pad to the side, she got up off the ledge she was perched on, and started to explore the room. She was not paying attention, because if she had been, she would have heard the Boiler Room door open and shut.

[HORRIBLE HENNA !]