Vahnilla Jane WIP

NAME: Vahnilla Jane 
GOES BY: Nilla
OTHER NICKNAMES: None

GENDER: Female
AGE: 27
BIRTHDAY: August 22
ETHNICITY:Vampire
CANON OR ORIGINAL CHARACTER She's original

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: She considers herself ace, though I'm open to change should the right situation and person arise.
STATUS: Single
OCCUPATION: She doesn't currently have a job, though she's considering becoming something like a counselor.
LIVING SITUATION: An apartment in down town Caldie (I don't have specifics just yet)

PLAY BY: Willa Holland
HAIR: Dark brown, slightly curled
EYES: Gray-ish Hazel, Medium sized (I guess...?) Her right eye is an advanced prosthetic (I'm calling it bionic...) that still allows her to see with both eyes and is actually better than a regular eye.
HEIGHT: 5' 4"
WEIGHT: Approx. 127 lbs.
USUAL ENSEMBLE: Typically, a knee length dress with some flare and flats.
OVERALL APPEARANCE:
Her dark brown hair is usually worn down or in a pony tail and her eyes are rarely adorned with flashy makeup. She's not fond of heels, and so rarely wears them. She'll occasionally wear shorts or pants when the mood strikes her

LIKES: Reading, People watching, Journaling
DISLIKES: Cooked tomatoes, Small dogs, Overly arrogant men
STRENGTHS: Extreme patience, Ability to detach herself from situations, Rarely judgemental
WEAKNESSES: Bleeding heart for virtually everyone else except herself, Socially awkward, No filter once she starts talking.
WANTS: A cat (or two), A simple life.
FEARS: Large birds, Pure darkness, Fire.
OVERALL PERSONALITY:
It's a difficult thing to describe Nilla with any real accuracy as she's a contradiction in traits (but I'll do my best). Ultimately, she cares deeply about pretty much everyone, but she has a difficult time expressing her emotions and sometimes (okay, quite often) comes off as rude. She's a fierce protector of the weak since she knows what it's like to be helpless and without aid. As far as her fears go, the only one she can logically reason about is darkness because she was held in complete darkness by the same people who took her right eye, birds and fire, on the other hand, aren't as easy to figure out. 
She's a quiet one, though, and prefers not to have the spotlight on herself whenever possible. Small talk is no her forte, but deep philosophical debates about the meaning of life (aren't either) are more her style. 

FAMILY:
Uncle, 54, Children's psychologist
PETS:
None, unfortunately
HISTORY: 2-3 paragraphs please

YOUR NAME: Call me Bekah
AGE: 20 (I know, I'm so old, right?)
EXPERIENCE: Since about May...(not long, I know, but everybody starts somewhere, right?)
OTHER CHARACTERS: None as yet.
RP SAMPLE 
Nilla did not like tomatoes. At all. So why did her uncle insist on trying to hide them in various pasta dishes and anything else he could think of? She wasn't five and simply being petulant. She was a 20 year old female with a history of tomato hatred. Yet he still tried to get her to eat them every change he got. Pathetic. Had she been a normal vampire, she might not have  noticed them in this particular dish, but with her advanced prosthetic eye, she spotted them in an instant. Spaghetti might have been an ingenious choice for disguising their presence, if she wasn't so suspicious of him in the first place. She speared one of the chunks with her knife--certainly not contaminating her fork--and raised a brow at her uncle. 
    "How original, Uncle," she drawled. "But I'm not ten anymore."

    Her uncle shrugged and grinned, "I know. It was worth a try. There's some chunk free sauce on the stove."

    Nilla rolled her eyes. It was a waste of food to simply scrape her untouched plate into the garbage, so she stood and scraped it into the food bowl for her uncle's dog before returning to the stove top and serving herself again. She might have been mad if hiding tomatoes in her food hadn't become a sort of game between them. Something they'd share and joke about for years, likely centuries, to come. And really, she didn't mind all that much, considering he still prepared a tomato free dish just for her when she visited. They smiled at each other across the table but ate in silence.