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Original Name: Alexandra Theodora Rafaela Macaula
Legally changed to: Cricket Macaula – Her friends had always called her Cricket, because she squeaks/chirps for random things; sometimes when she's happy, she'll make a little chirpy noise. She really liked the name, and hated her full one, especially because her parents and teachers insisted on using "Alexandra" instead of Alex, and her parents would yell her entire name when they were angry.
Age: 18 for one month

Appearance: She's about 5' 4" and her hair adds another inch or two on a good day, when it's being spiked. Her short hair is violet, and consistently so; she makes sure her normal hair color never shows through, a chocolately brown. She has big gray eyes, with green around the pupils, fading out to the gray. She has several piercings, five up one ear, four up the other, and hardly wears anything other than studs in them. Her belly button is pierced, to the disappointment of her parents; however, they found out about a year and a half after she got it done, so she's happy she managed to keep that secret that long. She's kept piercings off her face, but now that she's moved out (due to circumstantial...problems) she's thinking about tongue/eyebrow piercings. Perhaps her nose. She has fairly delicate features, arched eyebrows, a small nose, and lips that are wonderful for smiles, but she doesn't use them much. She's pale, but manages not to have freckles. She's skinny, but has a nice form, not too severe , but enough boob to have cleavage. She's fairly muscular; she did (does) dance. She can be found wearing a decent amount of makeup, most of the time, eyeliner with wings, sparkles, and lip gloss, minimally. However, she looks quite gorgeous without it as well.

Clothes: Generally she can be found wearing cut up shirts, tied up in new ways, just because she doesn't like the way they originally looked. This also includes cutting two shirts in half and then tying them together if she feels like it. Also, she creates several things out of cut up t-shirts, often wearing skirts or pants from such. Black cargo pants are her favorite, but jeans, skirts, fishnets, things like that are also frequents in her wardrobe. Any shoe that allows movement and fits her foot really well can be found for her. Often, she will wear mismatching shoes.

Talents/Skills: She can do yoga and dance, and does fairly well at both. She loves to sing, and has been since she was little, and her mother made her take piano lessons and singing lessons as well. So, she's musically inclined a little. She'll sit down at any piano you put her to, and if anyone's around, bang out something terrible just to stop people from getting after her about it. But when she's alone, she can hear/see something once, and then just play it from ear or memory, beautifully. Pretty much the same with singing, only a little different because it takes her at least twice to learn all the words, usually. She likes to randomly be a poet, but has no confidence in these abilities, and will not ever reveal them to anyone on purpose.

Personality: She's definitely outgoing, but withdrawn at the same time. She likes to be with people, she likes to hug them and cuddle, but there are those times where she just can't stand people, and will curl up, even if there's a bunch of them around, and just shut up. She has a few friends, but doesn't really work at them; she worked pretty hard at school, and then was joining the drama department. She really just switches between personalities when she needs to. Assimilates to the situation, depending on her mood.

History: When she was a baby, Cricket was one of those quiet babies. She never cried, she never threw a fit. Her parents talked to her in two languages, so she was fluent in English and Gaelic by the time she was 5. However, that was the only thing interesting thing her parents ever did. They basically just taught her, and gave her rules, and did their thing, going to work, coming home from work. She always had a babysitter just as boring as they were, always following the rules, never playing. By the time she was 7, she had convinced her parents she didn't need a sitter. That was when she first started to change her look. She had gone into the bathroom, sat down in front of the huge mirror, and chopped off her hair, until only an inch was left. A hackjob, to be sure, but she did it. And then she had soaked her head in peroxide, bleaching it to blonde instead of the brown that identified her so closely with her parents, and took gel to it, spiking it. Then, continuing her escapade, she found her mother's makeup, and went crazy with that. She had searched her mother's closet, finding black clothes, and cut them into wide strips, and tied the strips around her in ways resembling a punk shirt and skirt. And then she went and made herself Ramen noodles, and sat down, watching Fern Gully for the millionth time. When her parents came home, she took their yelling silently, as she always had, and accepted the punishment of grounded for a month with no quarrel. But she stayed bleached blond from then until she was 13, no matter how her parents tried to stop her. At 13, she bought her first hair dye, and went quickly through bright red, orange, yellow, pink, blue, black, and green before settling on violet. To be sure, this brought on another bout of yelling from her parents, which she just sat through again.
It was funny. She always did outstanding in school, absorbing everything. The sole thing in her life she was rebelling against was her parents, and she wasn't even doing that; she just didn't feel like she could stand to be like them any more, and she had always loved the creativity of being able to do so many things with cloth, making her own clothing, or altering bought clothes in several ways to go with it. The style she chose was punk because it fit with her emotions. Nothing else, really. She wasn't trying to make a point, she just... liked it. She never got into it really big, like outrageous scary piercings, or lots of metal in unnecessary places. Sort of toned down punk.
Cricket started singing when she was two, and loved it. Her mother got her private lessons when she was five, the same year she started piano lessons and dance. She worked hard at them all, because she loved the feeling of beauty that entered her when she started, and lingered as long as she remembered the lessons. It was amazing. At ten, she started taking yoga classes as well. She got wonderful at all of these things, and still does them. They are her extra things, what she can do that makes her feel good about herself all the time.
She got a boyfriend when she was fourteen, whom her friends approved of greatly. He had black hair, blue eyes, and was a lot taller than her. An artistic god in their high school, he was a senior. And for a month or two, she was happy with him. Before he started being a total ass. He'd push her away, yell at her. Nothing physical, no. Not to mention he was sleeping around. But soon after a huge fight, she tried to just break it off. He wouldn't let that happen. He yelled for another while, and pretended everything was fine at school the next day, kissing her, feeling her up in the hallways, and she had to fight not to slap him. She didn't want to bring them to a physical level, because she was afraid of what he might do.
Thankfully, for once, her mother was being her normal picky self. She wasn't satisfied with the education her daughter was getting, and decided to switch her school. She told Cricket, who went to school the next day, and told him. There, he threw a shit fit. In the middle of the hall, in front of everyone. He started yelling, something about not not being able to get away that way, and about how she couldn't go, had to stay, he wouldn't let her leave, because she was his, his, his. That was when she got pissed off, and threw the first punch, smacking into his nose, hearing a crunch. Screaming, he flailed after her, and she got a vicious cut on her eyebrow as he slammed his books into her head, and quite the bruise on the back of her head as she hit the floor. However, thankfully for him, because thoughts of evisceration were on her mind, the school officials intervened.
She did well again at her next school, no problems with such. She made good friends with those in the drama department, and was thinking of joining them, and spent all her time in the art departments, working on her own skills as well. She got another boyfriend at 16, Scott, and he was a sweetie. Soft brown hair, beautiful. They clicked immediately, and he became her tutor in art, trying to teach her to draw and paint.
Gaela was a friend she made at this point, whom Cricket loved intensely. She had fiery red hair, was always laughing, and had more energy than a puppy. These two became her best friends, and kept her going for the longest time. Even when Scott and she broke up, they were still the best of friends.
One night, there was a party happening. The boy she liked at the time invited her, told her it was going to be great. Cricket had been to several parties, but she was genuinely looking forward to this one. Scott and Gaela told her to have a good time, and she dressed up all sexy and left, heading to it. The whole night, from there, to her is either incoherently fuzzy or doesn't exist. She remembered waking up the next day in a bed, her underwear and skirt missing, and finding them quickly, and leaving. There were still a few people there, and the place was a mess, but it was obvious things had stopped earlier that night, and whoever was staying had gone to the bedrooms upstairs.
A week or so later, she met Saedion and Paxton, one night where she was overwhelmed, crying her eyes out, and buying a pregnancy test. She's fairly embarrassed about it still, and is infinitely happy that Paxton didn't know what was going on. Sadie fairly saved her life that night; if her parents had found out, shit would have happened. So, she went and took the test at Sadie's house, spending the night there.
After finding out, in fact, she was not pregnant, she went home, going to school. She felt odd; she wanted to know who she had had sex with, she felt empty, and she just... felt weird. Gaela and Scott let her be quiet for the day, but gave her hugs and snuggles when she needed them.
Later that day, she went home, lay on the floor, and listened to Nightwish, and ended up calling Paxton. They talked for a moment, and then Cricket's parents found the pregnancy test in the bathroom trash. Who knows why. But they did. They came to her room, pounding on the door, and she made a quick escape out the window, going back to Paxton and Sadie's place.
There, she found Paxton, and they sort of sat for a moment, chatting... One thing led to another, and then he was turning her. And for once, Cricket knew that she wanted something. This was right, this was what was supposed to be happening. They kept at it, turning her into a vampire.
Now... Cricket doesn't know what she's doing. At all. But she is going to graduate... She doesn't know what she's going to tell Scott and Gaela, and she certainly doesn't know how she's going to deal with feeing off of people. But she will. Because she is who she is, and she is determined to like this life.

Description
Original Name: Alexandra Theodora Rafaela Macaula
Legally changed to: Cricket Macaula – Her friends had always called her Cricket, because she squeaks/chirps for random things; sometimes when she's happy, she'll make a little chirpy noise. She really liked the name, and hated her full one, especially because her parents and teachers insisted on using "Alexandra" instead of Alex, and her parents would yell her entire name when they were angry.
Age: 18 for one month

Appearance: She's about 5' 4" and her hair adds another inch or two on a good day, when it's being spiked. Her short hair is violet, and consistently so; she makes sure her normal hair color never shows through, a chocolately brown. She has big gray eyes, with green around the pupils, fading out to the gray. She has several piercings, five up one ear, four up the other, and hardly wears anything other than studs in them. Her belly button is pierced, to the disappointment of her parents; however, they found out about a year and a half after she got it done, so she's happy she managed to keep that secret that long. She's kept piercings off her face, but now that she's moved out (due to circumstantial...problems) she's thinking about tongue/eyebrow piercings. Perhaps her nose. She has fairly delicate features, arched eyebrows, a small nose, and lips that are wonderful for smiles, but she doesn't use them much. She's pale, but manages not to have freckles. She's skinny, but has a nice form, not too severe , but enough boob to have cleavage. She's fairly muscular; she did (does) dance. She can be found wearing a decent amount of makeup, most of the time, eyeliner with wings, sparkles, and lip gloss, minimally. However, she looks quite gorgeous without it as well.

Clothes: Generally she can be found wearing cut up shirts, tied up in new ways, just because she doesn't like the way they originally looked. This also includes cutting two shirts in half and then tying them together if she feels like it. Also, she creates several things out of cut up t-shirts, often wearing skirts or pants from such. Black cargo pants are her favorite, but jeans, skirts, fishnets, things like that are also frequents in her wardrobe. Any shoe that allows movement and fits her foot really well can be found for her. Often, she will wear mismatching shoes.

Talents/Skills: She can do yoga and dance, and does fairly well at both. She loves to sing, and has been since she was little, and her mother made her take piano lessons and singing lessons as well. So, she's musically inclined a little. She'll sit down at any piano you put her to, and if anyone's around, bang out something terrible just to stop people from getting after her about it. But when she's alone, she can hear/see something once, and then just play it from ear or memory, beautifully. Pretty much the same with singing, only a little different because it takes her at least twice to learn all the words, usually. She likes to randomly be a poet, but has no confidence in these abilities, and will not ever reveal them to anyone on purpose.

Personality: She's definitely outgoing, but withdrawn at the same time. She likes to be with people, she likes to hug them and cuddle, but there are those times where she just can't stand people, and will curl up, even if there's a bunch of them around, and just shut up. She has a few friends, but doesn't really work at them; she worked pretty hard at school, and then was joining the drama department. She really just switches between personalities when she needs to. Assimilates to the situation, depending on her mood.

History: When she was a baby, Cricket was one of those quiet babies. She never cried, she never threw a fit. Her parents talked to her in two languages, so she was fluent in English and Gaelic by the time she was 5. However, that was the only thing interesting thing her parents ever did. They basically just taught her, and gave her rules, and did their thing, going to work, coming home from work. She always had a babysitter just as boring as they were, always following the rules, never playing. By the time she was 7, she had convinced her parents she didn't need a sitter. That was when she first started to change her look. She had gone into the bathroom, sat down in front of the huge mirror, and chopped off her hair, until only an inch was left. A hackjob, to be sure, but she did it. And then she had soaked her head in peroxide, bleaching it to blonde instead of the brown that identified her so closely with her parents, and took gel to it, spiking it. Then, continuing her escapade, she found her mother's makeup, and went crazy with that. She had searched her mother's closet, finding black clothes, and cut them into wide strips, and tied the strips around her in ways resembling a punk shirt and skirt. And then she went and made herself Ramen noodles, and sat down, watching Fern Gully for the millionth time. When her parents came home, she took their yelling silently, as she always had, and accepted the punishment of grounded for a month with no quarrel. But she stayed bleached blond from then until she was 13, no matter how her parents tried to stop her. At 13, she bought her first hair dye, and went quickly through bright red, orange, yellow, pink, blue, black, and green before settling on violet. To be sure, this brought on another bout of yelling from her parents, which she just sat through again.
It was funny. She always did outstanding in school, absorbing everything. The sole thing in her life she was rebelling against was her parents, and she wasn't even doing that; she just didn't feel like she could stand to be like them any more, and she had always loved the creativity of being able to do so many things with cloth, making her own clothing, or altering bought clothes in several ways to go with it. The style she chose was punk because it fit with her emotions. Nothing else, really. She wasn't trying to make a point, she just... liked it. She never got into it really big, like outrageous scary piercings, or lots of metal in unnecessary places. Sort of toned down punk.
Cricket started singing when she was two, and loved it. Her mother got her private lessons when she was five, the same year she started piano lessons and dance. She worked hard at them all, because she loved the feeling of beauty that entered her when she started, and lingered as long as she remembered the lessons. It was amazing. At ten, she started taking yoga classes as well. She got wonderful at all of these things, and still does them. They are her extra things, what she can do that makes her feel good about herself all the time.
She got a boyfriend when she was fourteen, whom her friends approved of greatly. He had black hair, blue eyes, and was a lot taller than her. An artistic god in their high school, he was a senior. And for a month or two, she was happy with him. Before he started being a total ass. He'd push her away, yell at her. Nothing physical, no. Not to mention he was sleeping around. But soon after a huge fight, she tried to just break it off. He wouldn't let that happen. He yelled for another while, and pretended everything was fine at school the next day, kissing her, feeling her up in the hallways, and she had to fight not to slap him. She didn't want to bring them to a physical level, because she was afraid of what he might do.
Thankfully, for once, her mother was being her normal picky self. She wasn't satisfied with the education her daughter was getting, and decided to switch her school. She told Cricket, who went to school the next day, and told him. There, he threw a shit fit. In the middle of the hall, in front of everyone. He started yelling, something about not not being able to get away that way, and about how she couldn't go, had to stay, he wouldn't let her leave, because she was his, his, his. That was when she got pissed off, and threw the first punch, smacking into his nose, hearing a crunch. Screaming, he flailed after her, and she got a vicious cut on her eyebrow as he slammed his books into her head, and quite the bruise on the back of her head as she hit the floor. However, thankfully for him, because thoughts of evisceration were on her mind, the school officials intervened.
She did well again at her next school, no problems with such. She made good friends with those in the drama department, and was thinking of joining them, and spent all her time in the art departments, working on her own skills as well. She got another boyfriend at 16, Scott, and he was a sweetie. Soft brown hair, beautiful. They clicked immediately, and he became her tutor in art, trying to teach her to draw and paint.
Gaela was a friend she made at this point, whom Cricket loved intensely. She had fiery red hair, was always laughing, and had more energy than a puppy. These two became her best friends, and kept her going for the longest time. Even when Scott and she broke up, they were still the best of friends.
One night, there was a party happening. The boy she liked at the time invited her, told her it was going to be great. Cricket had been to several parties, but she was genuinely looking forward to this one. Scott and Gaela told her to have a good time, and she dressed up all sexy and left, heading to it. The whole night, from there, to her is either incoherently fuzzy or doesn't exist. She remembered waking up the next day in a bed, her underwear and skirt missing, and finding them quickly, and leaving. There were still a few people there, and the place was a mess, but it was obvious things had stopped earlier that night, and whoever was staying had gone to the bedrooms upstairs.
A week or so later, she met Saedion and Paxton, one night where she was overwhelmed, crying her eyes out, and buying a pregnancy test. She's fairly embarrassed about it still, and is infinitely happy that Paxton didn't know what was going on. Sadie fairly saved her life that night; if her parents had found out, shit would have happened. So, she went and took the test at Sadie's house, spending the night there.
After finding out, in fact, she was not pregnant, she went home, going to school. She felt odd; she wanted to know who she had had sex with, she felt empty, and she just... felt weird. Gaela and Scott let her be quiet for the day, but gave her hugs and snuggles when she needed them.
Later that day, she went home, lay on the floor, and listened to Nightwish, and ended up calling Paxton. They talked for a moment, and then Cricket's parents found the pregnancy test in the bathroom trash. Who knows why. But they did. They came to her room, pounding on the door, and she made a quick escape out the window, going back to Paxton and Sadie's place.
There, she found Paxton, and they sort of sat for a moment, chatting... One thing led to another, and then he was turning her. And for once, Cricket knew that she wanted something. This was right, this was what was supposed to be happening. They kept at it, turning her into a vampire.
Now... Cricket doesn't know what she's doing. At all. But she is going to graduate... She doesn't know what she's going to tell Scott and Gaela, and she certainly doesn't know how she's going to deal with feeing off of people. But she will. Because she is who she is, and she is determined to like this life.