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Tiffany Summers

"Society always paints a picture of who you are. I am not the painting, I am the model."

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a character in “Manor Horrors”, originally authored by Primadonna, as played by RolePlayGateway

Description

Name:
Tiffany Summers

Nickname:
None

Role:
Party Guest

Face Claim:
Rosie Huntington-Whiteley

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Age:
21

Sexuality:
Straight

Hobbies:
Smoking, Flirting, Drinking, Shopping, Being The Center of Attention

Personality:
Tiffany is a socialite. Her parents are very well known and wealthy, and her being the same for being their offspring. She's known around town for being the fabulous party girl she is. She's very sophisticated, until she gets a few drinks in her system. Tiffany enjoys flirting and hooking up with random strangers. With no responsibilities, she has a care free life. Although some mistake her for a ditz, she's highly intelligent. She knows what to do to get what she wants. With her intelligence, she knows who to trust and who to befriend. Don't take her for a fool, you might just end up making your worst enemy. Tiffany knows the Hunter party is always the party of the year. Her parents have always forbid her to go, knowing what it's about, but now that she's 21 she plans to live it up. Although some of the spookiest things have happened there, Tiffany thinks all will just be a big blast. Hunter parties are to be enjoyed and lived to the maximum. Tiffany will do positively do that.

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Strengths:
- Beauty
- Brains
- Well Known
- Strong Willed
- Persuasive
- Likable

Weaknesses:
- Smooth Talking Guys
- Alcohol
- Her Reputation
- Self Indulgence
- Her Parents

Fears:
- Getting her heart broken by someone she thought she loved.
- Losing herself in drugs, alcohol, and the "glamorous life".
- Becoming what her reputation has made her out to be.

Theme/Favorite Song: Beauty Queens - Foxes

So begins...

Tiffany Summers's Story

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Tiffany sat in the limo with her friends, sipping her champagne. They were giggly and talking wildly. Everyone was excited to get to the Hunter Manor, to begin in the festivities. She looked down at her tight, silky, red gown. It was sure to be a head turner. At the price she paid, it sure in the hell better be. When they arrived she touched up her hair and make up a bit, and stepped out with her friends. She bid her driver goodbye, and began walking towards the entrance. Her friends are looked stunning like herself, but she stood out among them. Once they reached the bouncer she said, "I'm sure you recognize me. Tiffany Summers? Hope you don't mind I brought a few guests with me." He let them in without a word.

Tiffany made her first step inside the house. She instantly felt the chills ripple across her body. Her friends didn't seem to feel it, because they left off in their own directions to make their rounds of hellos. People instantly looked at Tiffany and she flashed her pearly white smile. She was used to the recognition, but she wanted to be normal tonight. Let loose. She grabbed another drink off of a passing by waiter, and crept towards the edges of the crowd, casually scoping out any fun. Would she go home alone tonight? Would she even go home? Those were questions yet to be answered.

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Character Portrait: Tiffany Summers Character Portrait: Lydia Hunter
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Lydia sighed and finished her second flute of champagne. She flipped back her light blonde hair, loose curls brushing the middle of her back when she did so. Her aunt had already complained once tonight about her not conversing or even showing an inkling of kindness to the guests. In fact, for the ones that were already present, most of them told the older woman that Lydia seemed...cold. Lydia nearly scoffed at that, frowning back the small amount of hurt that came with such thoughts. She wasn't cold at all. It wasn't her fault that she didn't want to be here.

Lydia brushed a gentle hand over her gown, feeling the cool satiny material slide against her warm skin. To be completely honest, she had planned to wear a random dress and flats. But, naturally, her family was beyond livid and her aunt went into a tirade until Lydia succumbed. That in itself was a surprise because Lydia never backed down in an argument and would sceam her point across if necessary. But that's just how she felt about this party and every other party; she didn't care. She didn't care that people had fun. She didn't care that apparently, she was one of the most gorgeous women tonight. None of that mattered.

"Another," she called for the server and he took her empty flute. She grabbed a new one. As she took a dainty sip, she glanced at the front door to see an entirely new group of young people. Glancing at her aunt who gave her a pointed look, Lydia walked towards the entrance and smiled at the guests as genuinely as she could, dimples forming in her cheeks. "Welcome to Hunter Mansion. Please, come. Enjoy yourselves." She gave the group a wink, glancing at the girl who wore a red gown as well before walking back to the rest of the guests. She even managed to earn an approving smile from her aunt. Now, if only this night could by a little faster.

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Sauntering around the room, Tiffany's gaze fell upon a man speaking with a very extravagant woman with a child. The woman was older, yet very pretty. She could tell by her sense of authority and expensive clothing that she was a Hunter. The child with her was very tiny, and had a dark vibe to him. She couldn't tell why, but the kid kind of crept her out. Tiffany knew this was the perfect opportunity to get in good with the Hunters, so she decided not to lose her chance. As soon as the gentleman finished speaking to them, Tiffany began to strut her way to the mother and the child. She stole the gaze of many a suitor as she passed, but payed them no mind. Approaching them Tiffany began, "Hello Mrs. Hunter, I'm Tiffany Summers. I'm sure you've heard of my mother and father, Timothy and Madeline Summers? I just thought it seemed fit to introduce myself to you and your lovely son." She smiled her brightest smile, hoping to impress this glorious family.

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Character Portrait: Duncan Victor Character Portrait: Tiffany Summers Character Portrait: Conner Hunter Character Portrait: Leo Dahl
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Duncan shuddered and stumbled to the side as someone walked through him. "Excuse me, bud, but could you tell me where the nearest bathroom is?" the man asked the boy condescendingly.

"Go ask someone else, old man-" the boy replied quickly, but a hand came to rest on his shoulder, cutting him off. The boy wrapped his arms around the woman who owned the hand and stared at Duncan. As his mother explained away the boy's rudeness, Duncan caught his name. Conner. "What is it you want from me?" Conner whispered.

"I just need to find someone," Duncan explained. "I know she's here, but I haven't seen her in almost two hundred years." Once again, Duncan shuddered as a young woman passed through him. She was beautiful, and not much older than she had been. She was all smiles as she introduced herself, but Duncan pressed his lips together in unamusement. "Did this wall suddenly get suffocating?" he asked Conner.

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#, as written by Sonohra
"The restroom is down the hall om the left." The mother replied, pointing into the direction behind her. "I am so sorry for his rudeness once again."

Conner looked at the guy as he described his predicament. Looking for someone? Who could that be, he wondered. Another person walked towards my mother, walking right through Duncan as she grabbed his mother's attention. As those two spoke, Duncan and Conner spoke of their own matters. "The wall? I guess. What's this person's name. I know almost all of the osts in here... I could see if i know her." Conner replied. Duncan seemed harmless enough. He was clearly still trying to graba hold of the ghostly being thing, but he'd get used to it. Conner was a little surprised he didnt know the guy. Sure there were plenty of ghosts the kid hadn't met, but Duncan seemed a nice ghost to know. Maybe he was tired of looking for his friedn or whatever and turned to Conner for help...

"Mrs. Hunter? Please, call me Gabrielle. Mrs. Makes me feel old. And you said you were part of the Summers family? Wow. I must find your parents and tell them what a beautiful daughter they have." She said with a bright smile. Gabrielle pulled Conner into her arms and pick him up to rest him on her hips. "This is my youngest, Conner. He's not too fond of strangers."

Conner looked at the girl, looking her up and down and finding out who she was and what she wanted. He was brief with his analysis and turned back to Duncan, resting his head on his mother's shoulder. "And what did she look like?" Conner whispered even softer than before.

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"The wall?" Conner asked. "I guess. What's this person's name? I know almost all of the ghosts in here... I could see if i know her." Duncan smiled at the boy's sudden interest.

"Her name is Annabelle," he answered. "Annabelle Hunter." Conner took a brief pause to survey the woman chatting with his mother, who lifted him up and set him on her hip. He laid his head on her shoulder.

"And what did she look like?' Conner asked in a hushed voice.

Duncan's expression turned dreamy as his thoughts turned to Annabelle. "She has long blonde hair," he replied. "Blue eyes with a lightning strike of gold around the middle. With dimples in her cheeks. She's the type of beautiful that shows you how kind and caring she is in one glance." Duncan snapped himself awake. "So will you help me find her?" he questioned hopefully.

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Character Portrait: Duncan Victor Character Portrait: Tiffany Summers Character Portrait: Lydia Hunter Character Portrait: Charles Mayfield Character Portrait: Conner Hunter Character Portrait: Leo Dahl Character Portrait: Angelina Hunter
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Angie glanced around the room, surveying the coming and goings of guest and ghosts alike. The corner in which she stood smelled profusely of smoke thanks to her unwelcome friend, Charlie. Even now the apparition had ghostly cigarette perched on his lips. She never had very much to say and she supposed that was why Charlie preferred her company to that of the child medium, Conner.

To Charlie, she was his calm in the storm. Sure he enjoyed partying and flirting, even if nobody could see him, but when he got tired of listening to the other ghost's chatters and moans, he always sought out Angie for some peace. He liked to think of himself as her guardian ghost. He protected her from the more malicious spirits, even if she never realized or acknowledged it. He even tried on more than one occasion to stop living men from approaching her. As a matter of fact, he thwarted at least five men from approaching her at this party alone. She was making it rather difficult with the dress that she was wearing. Even Charlie had a hard time keeping his eyes off of her.

If Angie had any say in what she would wear, it would definitely not be this. In fact, if she ever had any say at all about her life, she wouldn't even be here. She would be in her room, watching the new Game of Thrones episode that she was currently recording.

As Angie scanned the room, she looked to Conner, the boy with the same gift she possessed. A ghost she had seen around often was pestering him, probably for the same reason he had tried to pester her before Charlie told him to "Buzz off, square." Conner was impressionable sometimes, but he was a good kid, no matter how creepy he looked. The ghost, Duncan she thought, seemed to finally reel the boy into helping him. As the child and apparition were having their silent conversations, her aunt Gabrielle was talking to a tall man with blond hair. The man had obvious twitches, at least to her, and it didn't take her very long to deduce that he was a junkie. After the man left to find the nearest bathroom, a girl around her age approached her aunt, introducing herself and being altogether peppy and brown-nosing. Angie turned to Charlie and mimicked vomiting to which Charlie gave a chuckle in reply. She saw her cousin Lydia and waved at her, more out of politeness than an actual call for her attention.

Angie caught her mother's eyes from across the room. Margaret Hunter had always hoped Angie would bloom into a Hunter woman to be proud of. To her dismay, Angie was as different from her family as anyone could be. Margaret gave her a look that said "Socialize-Or-Else" Angie, fearing punishment, went to the nearest guest she could find. Imagine her displeasure to find it was the junkie from before, stoned, having gotten his fix.

"Hello sir, my name is Angelina Hunter. We Hunter's are so pleased that you could make it to our party." she said to the man, offering a supremely fake smile. At that moment a waiter stopped by, champagne on his platter. Angie grabbed one from the tray and handed it to the man. "Here you go." Under her breath she whispered to him, "You might want to wipe your nose, you have residue." She gave another fake smile and went on to the next guest, Charlie following close behind her.

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"My apologies, Gabrielle. And thank you, I apologize for their absence this evening. The party is very lovely, I'm glad to be here. And hello to you too Conner, what a handsome boy he will grow up to be," Tiffany said and waved at the son. The kid seemed as if he was whispering to himself, how odd. Tiffany heard the Hunters we're a bit out of sync, but she didn't realize they were a bit nutzo. "I hope you two have a grand evening, I wouldn't want to leave you from your guests," said Tiffany. She bid her goodbye and walked back off into the party. The party seemed a bit bland, would there be something to pick up the pace? She spotted a man walking out of the bathroom obviously stoned and acting a bit off. Tiffany wondered what he was on, and if she wanted to be on it. Should she ask him for some? No, it was way too early to get high. She made her way to the dance floor. Perhaps some dancing will do her some fun. She grabbed a complete stranger and said, "Care to dance?". He agreed instantly and they lit up the dance floor as others watched and joined. It was standard Tiffany, always in the spotlight.

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#, as written by Isador
"Hello sir, my name is Angelina Hunter. We Hunter's are so pleased that you could make it to our party."
Leo turned to face a young girl who had suddenly approached him.
"Shit, already? It's way too early for interaction." Leo thought to himself, answering the girl's smile with one of his own. Being doped up with so many people around was bad enough, but attempting to talk to anyone was a struggle of its own. All Leo wanted to do was to just find some empty room or airy patio that he could sit down, and zone out in. Letting the white waves of the drug sweep over him over and over again until he could act somewhat composed.
Leo was suddenly brought out of his fantasy when a glass of champaign was handed to him.
"Here you go." The girl said to him. Leo took the glass in his fingers loosely. He wasn't much of a drinker, but he never minded doing so when the occasion arose.
The girl leaned in closer to him. "You might want to wipe your nose, you have residue." she whispered quietly to him, and walked off, on her way to socialize with someone else (thank god.)
Leo brought his fingers in, wiping the inside of his nostrils quickly, and sniffing heavily. Staring at his finger he did indeed see a small trail of white Herion left over from his earlier splurge.
"She has good eyes, but maybe others at this party do as well. I'll have to be even more careful than normal." He thought.

Leo was always very good with hiding his less than desirable habit from others. But as his use had started growing more and more frequent, it started to get harder and harder to act, well, like a normal person around others. Odd twitches, sudden cravings, and more intense highs had started to frequent him. Most likely because of his increase of use. This was inevitable, as he had started to use more of the drug after his normal doses hadn't been enough, but Leo didn't like to think of it that way. After all, no one would take a businessman seriously after learning he did indeed participate in the less desirable walk of life after all.

"Care to dance?"
The sudden question startled Leo to the point almost dropping his glass. A young girl in a red gown was staring at him expectedly.
"Well I.." He stuttered, desperately attempting to lose the doped up tone and gain his normal professional prowess. But before he could finish the sentence, the girl had already grabbed him and started dragging him towards the dance floor. Leo hastily was able to set his glass down on a waiters tray before spilling it.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck! Leo yelled inside his head, he could handle talking and walking, but dancing? Even in a normal state he wasn't a very good dancer, and now some uppity blonde-haired bitch had a vice grip on his arm.
But, as much as he could think, he needed to keep a positive demeanor.
Smiling, Leo danced slowly with the girl, attempting to find a way out of the situation.