Emplacement - 30A Faraday Heights (Maison)
Interagir avec la salope cliente Mme Bennett et Elise 
"Oui, oui, je l'ai écrit-" Une voix étouffée coupa la brune, la faisant presser sa paume contre son front alors qu'elle écoutait avec une frustration croissante.
"Oui, l'allergie aux noix est listée, s'il vous plaît Mme Bennett, je peux m'en occuper. Tu n'as pas besoin de t'inquiéter pour la fête d'anniversaire de ton fils."
"Bien sûr, ma chère, je sais que mon Johnny va faire une merveilleuse fête d'anniversaire à vos soins. Mais ce sont les fées qui m'ennuient, ils ne sont pas humains, pourquoi auraient-ils droit aux mêmes droits que nous? Cette protestation continue ne fait que ruiner les plans d'anniversaire! » Elle a pleuré, et Cara a à peine réprimé une dispute.
Des salauds d'hypocrites. Cara a plutôt réfléchi, alors qu'elle bourdonnait pendant que Mme Bennett continuait à se plaindre des faes qui causaient les tempêtes de neige en signe de protestation. C'était encore trente minutes jusqu'à ce que Mme Bennett ait fini, Cara allaitant son front alors qu'elle ressentait un mal de tête qui grondait à l'arrière de sa tête.
C'est à cause d'humains comme Mme Bennett qui ont empêché Cara de révéler sa nature vampire. Bien sûr, elle pouvait tout simplement s'enfuir, comme elle avait fait toute sa vie, mais pour une fois Cara voulait simplement vivre en paix. Et avec du sang. Ce n'est pas comme si elle pouvait protester pour l'innocence des vampires de toute façon, puisqu'elle savait qu'elle aussi était un meurtrier, même si cela n'était arrivé qu'en raison de son inexpérience avec le sang de vampire. Soupirant à nouveau, Cara est entrée dans la cuisine pour se faire une tasse de thé, la nouvelle jouant toujours en arrière-plan alors qu'elle essayait de pousser les pensées hors de son esprit. Ça n'avait plus d'importance. Pour des gens comme Mme Bennett, Catharine Reid était humaine, rien de plus, et Cara était d'accord avec elle.
En s'emparant d'un cuppa à la vapeur, Catharine a regardé dans le couloir alors qu'elle se demandait où était sa colocataire. Elle s'est dirigée vers sa porte, amenant ses doigts vers le haut et frappant à haute voix contre la porte en bois. "Wakey wakey miss dormy", Cara a chanté à travers la porte, prenant une gorgée de sa boisson encore chaude. "Si tu veux que je fasse le petit déjeuner, sors dans quinze minutes. J'ai besoin d'aller travailler."
| Name |
Catharine "Cara" Elsie Reid
| Date of Birth |
2nd April 1804
| Gender |
Female
| Sexuality |
Closeted Bisexual
| Occupation |
Cara owns her own events managing business.
| In-Depth Appearance |
To say that Cara is short is an understatement, tiny is more like it. Standing at 1.57m, or only 5'1" and weighing in the lower 100 pounds, Cara looks as sweet and unthreatening as someone can appear. She's not one to be underestimated though, what she lacks in height, she definitely makes up in her large personality. Her body is somewhat curvy, hourglass shaped with little muscle and fat but definitely not runway worthy.
Moving up to her face, she possesses lightly tanned skin with a dusting of freckles across her nose and forehead, most barely visible due to the way her hair has been cut and framed across her forehead. Her hair is of a light chocolate shade, barely reaching past her shoulders in tousled waves (unless straightened, then it is definitely past her shoulders). She used to wear straight bangs across her forehead, which now she styles apart as her hair has grown since the last time she had a chance to trim the locks. She has wide almond shaped brown eyes, framed with thicker, darker eyebrows giving her the innocent cherub look and adding to her already cutesy appearance (she's not cute, dammit!) Cara walks with confidence, her strides long and often with purpose. She's often found either with a smile, or a dreamy look as she's busy thinking about anything else other than bullshit.
She also has deep dimples on each cheek, both which makes her somewhat insecure when someone points them out.
Make-up and clothing wise, she does nothing too drastic. Okay, maybe her clothes are a little outgoing than she used to wear back in the 1800's, but what's a girl to do when she has more rights? She's often seen wearing dresses or shorts, anything that shows off her shapely legs in a variety of shades and patterns. Cara prefers not to wear heels, even if they do add to her lack of height, and instead opts for comfortable boots or converses. Her make up is kept natural, maybe except for some days where she applies red lipstick for the sultry look.
 
| Personality |
♦ Stubborn ♦ Bold ♦ Control-freak ♦ Cynical ♦
A typical Aries woman, Cara is loud, bold and confident. And she proves it with her walk. Back straight, chin up and a usual cheeky grin on her face, Cara always looks like as if she has something on her mind. She is highly self-reliant and refuses to take help from others - whether it be because of her ego or her independent trait, it doesn't matter. If Cara is struggling with something, you sure as hell won't be told about it.
Stubborn as a bull, she refuses to take no for an answer to her requests, but respects people enough to back off should she realise that she is definitely not going to get her way, no matter how much it irks her. Cara loves control, and will often look like a fish out of water when she doesn't have any control. Even if she likes to have control of her situation and surroundings, call her a control-freak, and she'll hate you forever. Her cynical and distrustful nature comes from what she calls the "Betrayal" (yes, with a capital B, too!) where her ex-lover turned her into the vamp she is now on the eve of her wedding.
To put it bluntly, she is a mixture of a fearless warrior and a really stupid undisciplined child. She's impulsive and usually won't think twice if she's about to do something stupid (which usually causes her control-freakness to flare up when she realises she doesn't know what the actual fuck she's gotten herself into) and Cara will often sulk when she doesn't get her own way.
| Likes & Dislikes |
✔ Watching trashy TV
✔ Being pampered
✔ Drinking special wine
✔ Animals (especially dogs)
✔ Being in control
✔ Smoking
✔ Children, especially when she can take care of them herself like her own
✘ Rats
✘ Any creature with more than four limbs basically fuck spiders
✘ Rusty metal
✘ Jewellery (she loses them too often)
✘ Being sleep deprived
✘ Pink
✘ People that call her a control freak
 
| History |
Born in the ending rein of the Georgian era, Catharine Elsie Reid was the fifth child to a farming family off in the country-side of England. With the growing usage of machines, introduced by the Industrial Revolution, crops and farming had doubled, bringing in wealth and profits to the large Reid family. Of course, they weren't the richest, but it was enough to feed their seven children and few cattle they owned.
Catharine grew up in a rowdy household, being the second daughter to a family filled primarily with boys. Her mother, Elizabeth, attempted to keep the two girls in check, but would often fail with dealing severe punishments whenever she caught Catharine and Victoria (Catharine's elder sister) hiding out in the vast fields of the Reid farm. She was given little education, just enough to know how to read, write and calculate basic sums. Most of her skills relied on cooking and sewing, exactly what a girl was expected of during this era.
By the time Catharine was fourteen, her sister had ran away with a rival farmer's son, leaving Catharine and her family to deal with the shame and consequences that came with such bold action. It was a secret, but even after Victoria had left, Catharine kept in contact with her - enough to know where her sister was and whether her husband was treating her well. Because of her sister, however, her strict father's eye remained on his remaining daughter, making sure she never stepped out of line to dishonour the family in any way. It worked, for about a few years until Catharine met a soldier fighting in the First Ashanti War. Their relationship was scandalous, he was twenty-nine and she was barely in her twenties, but she had done everything she could to keep it a secret. However, it wasn't long until their relationship was discovered and the two were separated from the other, with Catharine being arranged to wed another guy.
The night before her wedding, Catharine was visited by her ex-lover briefly. He simply kissed her, before pushing her out of the window to fall to her death. Twenty hours later, Catharine was reborn. It was obvious she couldn't go back to her family - she couldn't go back to anybody now that she had just been raised from the dead. So Catharine did the one thing she knew: she ran away just like her sister had.
For the next two centuries of her life, Catharine travelled wherever she could, taking each job that was available to pay for her travels. The outing of the supernatural creatures both relieved and scared her. Relieved bacause she didn't need to keep running to escape the usual "why isn't she ageing" questions, but scared because of the potential reaction from the humans around her. If she was told one day that there was a bunch of new species that were living under her nose, Cara knew even she wouldn't be very happy.
Currently, Catharine (now going as Cara) has opened up her own small events business as an events organiser while taking night classes in the local college to get enough qualifications to move up the career ladder. She never found her lover - who she believes was the reason she's the creature of the night. Cara hopes to find him one day, if he's even alive and strangle that arsehole.
| Family |
Jonathan Reid | Father | Cara's relationship with her dead father was often that of a strict parent and a free-spirited child. It often ended with tears or slammed doors. It was her father's decision to get her married off to save face in society after her secret relationship was found out. Since Cara was turned,she never returned to see her father's reaction to her death, so she doesn't know whether her father was upset or glad because she was gone.
Elizabeth Reid | Mother | A somewhat better relationship with her mother, Cara still wasn't as specially close with her mother either. She definitely preferred her mother over her father, however, due to her mother's caring and docile nature. One of Cara's biggest regrets that she never returned home to visit her mother at least once before her mother passed.
Victoria Reid | Oldest sister | Victoria and Catharine's relatonship was stronger than two peas in a pod. They might as well have been twins rather than two children with over half a decade of difference in age. Cara was the only one in the family to know of her sister's whereabouts after her sister ran off to marry her lover. Cara was definitely inspired by her sister's love story, and was bitter when her own didn't end up as beautifully as her sister's did. Cara went to live with her sister for a month after she was turned, taking refuge in Victoria's house until Cara had enough funds to travel to Scotland and figure out her new life on her own.
| Strengths |
 Free-spirit
 Independent



| Weaknesses |
 Doesn't trust others very easily
 Has a big ego
 Impulsive

 
| Theme Song |
RIP 2 My Youth - The Neighbourhood
"If you really listen, then this is to you
Mama, there is only so much I can do
Tough for you to witness it but it was for me too
I'm using white lighters to see what's in front of me
RIP to my youth”
| House Number |
30A Faraday Heights
| Extra Information |
Cara's favourite country to live in by far is Italy. She even learnt the Italian language just so she could work in Venice for the better part of half a century.
 Cara hates the fact that she's infertile because of the vampirism. With each year that passes in her life, she's constantly reminded that she cannot have kids when she sees other mothers walking into her store requesting birthday parties and baby showers.