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Tamsin Lewis

"Sometimes I wonder why words can't actually make us bleed"

521 views · last seen in New Orleans, Louisiana
a character in “Bloodshed Within The French Quarter”, as played by The Toxic Cereus

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TAMSIN LEWIS



☽ "...that's the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool." ☾

Waiting For A Friend || The Pretty Reckless /|\ Magnolia || The Hush Sound /|\ A Long December || Counting Crows

Fᴀᴄᴇ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ✦ Ksenia Solo
Dɪᴀʟᴏɢᴜᴇ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ✧ DB8D83
Tʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ✦ A55F64






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✦Fᴜʟʟ Nᴀᴍᴇ✦
Tamsin Louis Lewis.

✧Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ✧
T.L / Tammy

✦Bɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ & Zᴏᴅɪᴀᴄ✦
April 4th - ♈

✧Aɢᴇ✧
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✦Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ✦
Female

✧Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ & Mᴀʀᴛɪᴀʟ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs✧
Heterosexual - Single



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✧Hᴀɪʀ✧
She has naturally dark hair that she does well to hide. Her hair comes down past her shoulders, and it isn't uncommon to see it in waves.

✦Eʏᴇs✦
Perhaps her most striking feature, her eyes. They're a faint green-grey color that seem to speak without words. While they can glimmer with kindness, they say eyes are the windows to your soul, and they only reflect such.

✧Sᴋɪɴ✧
Tamsin has rather fair skin, and if in the sun too long would sunburn without proper sun repellent. While it seems she has no marks upon her skin, except the faint lines across her upper forearm.

✦Hᴇɪɢʜᴛ & Wᴇɪɢʜᴛ✦
5'4 / 116 Ibs

✧Eᴛʜɴɪᴄɪᴛʏ✧
Russian

✦Mɪsᴄᴇʟʟᴀɴᴇᴏᴜs✦
Prefers wearing clothing that covers her arms and legs.


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XXXGentle ✦ Kind ✧ Secretive ✦ Capable ✧ Fraudulent
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Ever since she has moved to New Orleans she has hidden part of her away. While her real personality is still there, she perhaps...exaggerates it in order to have people fooled. Tamsin has created a pseudo past to tell people, and a pseudo career path she has followed. She has an intricate lie in place to keep herself safe, but more to keep her from feeling ashamed.

That isn't to say she isn't kind. She's always been a friendly person, helping others when she has the chance, and ensuring that people are okay. She's rather thoughtful when it comes to people, and if possible, likes to get gifts for people when she has the chance. By gifts, that also means baking cookies for everyone. Naturally she a more gentle person. Soft spoken, and almost whimsical. Overall, she's poses as a relaxed sweetheart for people.

Underneath is far different, as she is constantly worrying, and due to events of the past - has weird rituals she must carry out each night to feel safe. She's paranoid and haunted by her old life, and has terrible anxiety. In the end, she keeps those feelings to herself in attempts to look stronger than she may really be.

Even though she is human, and is aware of the supernatural in the word now that she is rather capable. She's willing to do what she has to survive, even when she doesn't know what she is surviving for.


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✦Lɪᴋᴇs✦
✧ Candles ✧ ↣ To put it plainly, Tamsin likes anything fragrant. Candles are just her favorite way to depict such aromas in her cozy apartment. Her favorite scent has to be Red Raspberry
✧ Baking ✧ ↣ Okay, so maybe she stress bakes. She is a wonderful baker, and the goodies she makes is rumored to be the best in the town
✧ Making A Difference ✧ ↣ Tamsin feels she needs to give back, and make her mark upon the world. She is only human - so volunteering is what makes her feel slightly better about herself
✧ Cleaning ✧ ↣ Strangely, she loves the task of cleaning things. It helps her feel organized and un-cluttered
✧ Writing ✧ ↣ Writing had always given her a sense of calm. She keeps a journal and at the end of each year she burns it to avoid her life being possibly uncovered

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✧Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs✧
◆ Messes ✦ ↣ Some call her a clean freak upon seeing her home. She likes things to have a place, and messes just stress her out.
✦ The Past ✦ ↣ Who she was, what she did - she isn't proud of. She doesn't bring it up if she can avoid it.
✦ Hot Weather ✦ ↣ She'd much rather be cold then hot. She hates the burning heat, and likes the colder weather.
✦ Snakes ✦ ↣ Slithery things that can swallow things whole. It's a wonder why she hates them
✦ Selfishness ✦ ↣ In life she believes in karma, that things turn around, being selfish can't help anyone


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✧Tᴀʟᴇɴᴛs✧
✦ Writing ✦ ↣ She's kept a diary as long as she can remember. In the book she's written short stories and poems that are far better than what she would tell someone
✦ Self Reliant ✦ ↣ Tamsin is a person that doesn't believe in burdening others with her problems, she's independent - and relies solely on herself
✦ Listener ✦ ↣ Something her Mother taught her to do, listen. Listen between the lines of what people are saying, and be there for people in general
✦ Survivor ✦ ↣ She wouldn't be alive in she were stupid, she knows how to survive the crazy game of life, through whatever means necessary


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✦Fʟᴀᴡs✦
✧ A Blood "Donor" ✧ ↣ Being a donor to vampires, she feels weak often due to the loss of blood in her system
✧ Children ✧ ↣ Tamsin loves kids far too much, and has a soft spot for them
✧ Private ✧ ↣ While her independence can be good, she goes to various lengths to ensure people do not know about who she is, and what she is ever feeling
✧ Poor Immune System ✧ ↣ Perhaps it is genetic, but she's always gotten sick whenever something goes around

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✧Dʀᴇᴀᴍs✧
✦ To Write A Bestseller ✦ ↣ One day she hopes to publish a story, to inspire readers as she had been
✦ To Learn To Love Herself✦ ↣ Tamsin hates who she was, and to her, she still feels like that person
✦ To Die Painlessly ✦ ↣ In her sleep preferably. She doesn't want to feel death take her
✦ To Have a Family ✦ ↣ Whether that be a dog, or man - she just wants something to be concrete

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✦Fᴇᴀʀs✦
✧ Dying Young ✧ ↣ Tamsin feels she hasn't accomplished anything yet in her life, and would like to live before she is in the ground
✧ Drowning ✧ ↣ Just a terrible way to die
✧ Becoming Her Mother ✧ ↣ She loves her Mother with all her heart, but she's scared of following down the same road as the woman
✧ Her Sister's Death ✧ ↣ Even though she does not know her sister, she has the fond memories of when she was a baby - and hopes she is doing well

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✧ Sarah Lewis✧ ↣ Mother ↣ Alive
✦ Aric Lewis✦ ↣ Father ↣ Unknown
✧ Lauren Lewis ✧ ↣ Half-Sister ↣ Unknown


✦Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ✦
Tamsin is no stranger to tragic beginnings. She is a stranger to the good life in which she know is supposedly living in. While her history is something she doesn't speak of, it is something that she recalls perfectly.

She never had concrete parents. That's something she can't relate to. When Tamsin was born her Father walked out on her and her Mother. That was the beginning of the downfall. Her Mother didn't work, she hadn't finished her schooling, and admittedly - got caught up in the wrong crowd for too long. Welfare and food stamps didn't support the family of two, so they had to cut corners. Cutting corners meant her Mother selling drugs, and Tamsin being the messenger of the goods. A 5 year old girl would never be suspected to have dope in her pocket.

Life continued that way until Tamsin was 8, and her Mother got pregnant. Tamsin didn't put the pieces together until she was much older, but what he Mother did for money went to no bounds. Her Mother was an emotional wreck upon finding out, but being the woman she was, she couldn't make herself get rid of the child inside of her. So October 14th Lauren was born. When they took Lauren home, their food became less to provide for the small child, but strangely the little baby rarely cried. Yet when Lauren began getting sick, they realized what had to be done. In the dark of night, Lauren was left on the hospital door. Tamsin's mother never recovered, and Tamsin always felt guilty. Guilty about the fact she couldn't provide enough.

That's when the stealing began. Where the drugs started. When she started selling herself to get her Mother and her by. This life destroyed her, and led to more problems then it solved. Her Mother began seeing this behavior, and after long talks - she persuaded her daughter to leave. To make something of herself. So Tamsin went to do just that.



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✧Tʜᴇᴍᴇ Sᴏɴɢ✧

Through the Ghost | Shinedown

Speak of the devil
Look who just walked into the room
The guilted and faded
Notion of someone I once knew

All the perfect moments are wrong
All the precious pieces are gone
Everything that mattered is just
A city of dust
Covering both of us

Did you hide yourself away?
I can't see you anymore
Did you eclipse another day?
I used to wake up to the colour of your soul

Did you hide yourself away?
Are you living through the ghost?
Did you finally find a place
Above the shadows so the world will never know?
The world will never know you like I do

So many silent sorrows
You never hear from again
And now that you've lost tomorrow
Is yesterday still a friend?

All the bridges we built were burned
Not a single lesson was learned
Everything that mattered is just
A city of dust
Covering both of us

Did you hide yourself away?
I can't see you anymore
Did you eclipse another day?
I used to wake up to the colour of your soul

Did you hide yourself away?
Are you living through the ghost?
Did you finally find a place
Above the shadows so the world will never know?
The world will never know you like I do

Like I still do

Did you hide yourself away?
I can't see you anymore
Did you eclipse another day?
I used to wake up to the colour of your soul

Did you hide yourself away?
Are you living through the ghost?
Did you finally find a place
Above the shadows so the world will never know?
The world will never know you...



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Character Sheet By : The Toxic Cereus
Inspired By : AmeliaIsGhostly
Filled Out By : Your Username Here

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Tamsin Lewis's Story

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Location: The French Quarter.
Event: Founder's Day.
Time: 7:00 PM.


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Emilia always hated this night as joyous people were prancing among the French Quarter and basically disrespecting her home. Tourists. She absolutely hated them when it came to this event though the ones that would be passed out from their drunken state made her night a bit easier as she didn't have to stalk them just to feed from them. In the back of her mind she wondered if her boy toy, the Delta of Hale's pack, Cody was going to be at the event tonight as she shrugged her shoulders then placed the thought far back into her mind as she readied herself for tonight.

She didn't care what Kade was going to tell them what to and what not to do tonight. She didn't have time to hear that same old speech again this year as she slipped out of the door before anyone noticed her gone. She walked out of the coven's home town residence then walked along the street as she saw some particularly drunk people already. Emilia couldn't kill with everyone standing around so she'd just have to wait until the right time.

She had finally reached the French Quarter and the parade was just beginning as she has seen this parade countless of times now. Emilia prowled through the streets of the French Quarter, seeing who she could bump into along the path. She didn't hope to see anyone in particular, well, maybe Cody but that was something she was trying her best not to think about right about now. Emilia leaned up against a light pole nearby and just eyed everyone around her then eyed out towards the parade as she rolled her eyes, seeing the Founding Families of New Orleans float past down. 'Same fucking float.' She thought to herself while opening up her purse and digging through it, taking out a vile of blood and chugging it down then placing it back in her purse.

She then licked her lips then pulled out a cigarette and lit it up with her lighter then removed it from her mouth while exhaling the cancerous smoke. The cigarette rested between her index and middle finger now as the parade finally ended and she was relieved as she walked over to the Bar & Grill of the French Quarter and sat at the bar. "Apple Martini, please." She kindly asked for then turned to face everyone that was coming through the door. When the bartender sat her drink in front of her she smirked and looked into his eyes as she whispered. "It's on the house, right?" The bartender nodded his head in a trance like state then walked away. 'Still got it.' She thought as her eyes beamed towards the door of the Bar and Grill.

She took out her phone and shot a text to her little plaything, Cody.

To: Cody
From: Emilia

Hope the Alpha let his wolfies out to play. If not, I still want to see you. At the Bar & Grill. I'll be waiting.

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A roar escaped from him as he woke up from yet another nightmare of him and his pack engulfed in a war and failing. Nick breathed heavily with beads of sweat trickling down his forehead and falling down onto his muscular body as he sat on the edge of his bed now. It was New Orleans Founder's Day event and he knew that Vampires were going to be prowling around the French Quarter and you know what, so was his pack along with other ghoulish ghouls. Nick wasn't scared of war as he was now Alpha and had to prove himself to his pack as if he was scared then his pack would become scared and that was something he didn't need right about now.

Nick stood upright as he looked out of his window at the night sky above then moved over to his bathroom, where he'd run a shower to let the water get a bit warm before he step in. After showering for a few minutes, he'd get out and dry himself off and wrap a towel around him then brushed his teeth and fixed himself up for tonight's event. Nick wondered to himself if all of his pack members were going to be there. Speaking of his pack, he could hear one of them approaching his door right about now.

He walked down the stairs and opened the door as he raised a brow. "Whoa! Should I come back?" Nick raised a brow then looked down at himself as he was in nothing but a towel. "Oh, sorry. Now, what is it, Scout?" His voice roared a bit as the Scout stammered before answering. "Okay, I was walking around the French Quarter and you won't believe who I saw." Nick looked at the Scout and awaited a name or something. "Gemma." The Scout muttered as Nick closed the door in the Scout's face then looked around before knocking over various objects in his way.

'That bitch thinks she can just come back to my city and not tell me?!' He thought to himself then immediately changed into a leather jacket that was slightly hiding a white t-shirt, black jeans and black combat boots. He'd also grab his shades and place them on the top of his head then opened the door. "Let's roll."

Nick and the Scout made it to the French Quarter and his nose sniffed up towards the air as his eyes caught sight of a blonde headed female, walking in front of him. "Gemma?" He'd grasp the woman's arm tightly but it wasn't her. "Let go of me!" The blonde screamed as Nick tossed her aside then looked around and bumped into another blonde headed female but this time looked before reacting. "Gemma, Gemma, Gemma." Nick smirked as he looked behind him and waved away the Scout.

"Hm, am I happy to see you? Of course. Am I happy that you came to town without informing me? I'll let you answer that one." His eyes flashed a violent red as he didn't want to harm Gemma especially in front of everyone that was human. Nick grasped Gemma's arm roughly then dragged her to the alleyway nearby and slammed her back first against the wall.

"Why are you back here, Gemma? You leave without a word and return without a word. What is up?" Nick really wanted to know as he'd let her go then stand upright, backing away a little bit. He honestly hated it when he had to get rough with someone, especially a female and especially Gemma.

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TAMSIN ~ LEWIS
"If I can beat the rush, I'll be happy"
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Location || The Bar
iPod || Hard To Concentrate by Red Hot Chili Peppers
Mood || Rushed


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The work day always seemed far too long, with too little pay off. Sure, she only worked part-time, but hell - massaging people all day did wonders on your hands. She was used to it, almost. The face she made to herself whenever she had to massage an old man who was far to friendly remained the same.

Though, he job proved difficult when she was..."donating" blood often. Like any blood donation, it made a person weak. Doing it so frequently - did take a lot out of her, and recovering wasn't always fun. It made for her grip to be weaker, and her technique to be lacking. Needless to say - she was not tipped as much.

Money was something that had always been a difficulty for Tamsin. Growing up in poverty, she was used to the lack thereof money. With her job now, she almost didn't know what to do. It wasn't like she was rich, in any sense of the word - but she was better off than she was 3 years ago. And with the new extra income, she was actually able to afford eating out ever so often.

Moving to New Orleans opened a new world to Tamsin. The world of the supernatural. For God sake, she was giving her blood to a vampire. Through muffled sounds she heard the rumor of what she was called to them - a blood slave. Tamsin didn't like the term, and she'd never heard Schuyler use it, which she appreciated.

Her part time shift was finally over, and with that notion it didn't take her long to realize it was Founder's Day. A day in which people got drunk, and stayed up way too late. She figured she'd get a head start, and be home by the time the crazies came out.

Just down the road she walked to the local Bar & Grill to grab such things. Luckily she had the chance to change into her normal clothes before leaving the massage parlor. Her job wasn't all bad though - it always smelled heavenly. Entering she was offered a seat, but chose the bar. Tamsin spotted a girl at the other side, in which she promptly avoided. She looked strangely familiar. An uneasy feeling settled in her stomach once she ordered her first drink, a Summer Shandy. She just had a feeling something was going to happen on this supposed celebrated day.



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ImageToday was a bad day. One of those days were the weight of all that he has done crushes him. Guilt was a hell of a thing now that he felt it. When he remembered the girl he cradled in his arms, he warm life blood spilling out of her in crimson ribbons from the wound he'd caused. The look in her eyes, the fear, the acceptance that she was going to die and there was nothing she could do. It was those big brown eyes the brought him back, that woke him up, that reflected back the monster he didn't know he was. The eyes that still look at him with hate, she hides it, some days, but he can always see it, feel it.

"You made me in to this monster...."Her eyes say. "you killed me....you stole my soul from me...." They say, in every passing glance and it pains him, like pinpricks underneath a fingernail. Even when she's not there, he can feel it and it hurts worse when she smiles.
On days like today, it is always helps to work out his aggression. The Salmon Ladder does the trick quite nicely. His hands grip the metal bar, and he uses all his might to lift himself up, hooking the bar into the rungs, up and up. His muscles scream at him, sweat traces the sharp lines of his chest. It is when he is like this when he feels human. When he hurts, when he struggles, when he sweats.
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After a few hours of this, he dropped down from the top rung, about 10 feet above his own height of 6'1. He took a breath, stretched his sore muscles, alive with the activity and went showered quickly. When he finally emerged, he's dressed in a grey suit, expensive and tailor made. The night was young and he was sure he'd have someone to look after. A daughter to whom he failed and an employee that liked to linger in his thoughts more then he was comfortably with and a plethora of coven members that he had to talk to. One of them made a terrible mistake, killing an Alpha. Granted, the cretin deserved to die, but not by her and not like that. It was messy, and uncoordinated. It was terrible mistake, that he had to fix.

He grabbed his phone as he made his way toward the large dining room that doubled as a conference room. He took a seat at the head of the table. He had to talk to her. He was better when it came to these matters, even though his brother, Kade was Coven leader. Schuyler was more business minded and a better problem solver. It wasn't always this way, but it was this way now.

He dialed and held the phone to his ear. All the members knew better then to not answer when he called. Unless they were dead or dying.
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"Aria....We need to talk," Was all he said, before hanging up the phone. This was a delicate matter. Surely the girl was beside herself with all sorts of horrible thoughts about what was going to happen next.
She'd just started a war...