Lacey Kristine Tackett
I'm 26, born in Bon Temps, raised here as well. Mom was Miranda and dad was Mike. I grew up average. My dad worked at Norcross, Mom was a housewife since dad believed mom's shouldn't work. I had no siblings, and very few friends growing up. I did about average all through school, and graduated high school. I was a cheerleader in high school, made it all the way to Varsity. I enjoyed the dance routines and competitions.
My parents died in a house fire the summer after I finished high school. I was working at a Denny's for the summer and was working late the night the house went up, there was a fault in the electricity. I stayed in town after they died instead of going to college. I didn't have a clear view of what I wanted anyway. I decided then to not care too much what others thought of me and to live like each second was my last. I had no family left to speak of, so I made my own way. I had cousins, but they were all around my age or younger, so I was on my own.
I worked odd jobs at restaurants, stores, and such for a few years, did a few modeling jobs, until I discovered one night that I had an aptitude for being an exotic dancer. I went to an amateur night, won the prize and got a job. I worked The Dog House for 2 years before I quit and began working at Hooligans.
I dated a vampire for a while, Roman. Thought maybe we had something and would maybe get married. I was gonna be turned vampire, I got pregnant and my life went all wonky. I thought I knew who the father was, but was mistaken. I guess I had a one night drunken fling. While pregnant I met my half brother, Judd Jeffries. He was a mistake my dad likely never knew of back when he was younger. Judd and I became close until his death in August, just about a year after we met.
I died in a car crash when I was 32 weeks pregnant. Me and my son went to the Fields of Dionysus. We spent several days... years? there. Dancing and talking. It was wonderful. I was ripped away when a goddess decided that I was a good spy tool... she restored my soul and Weston's. It was painful because she wanted me to see, and feel, the pain that my death caused.
I began to date the man who father'd my son, and we spent 6 months trying to make it work before I decided I wasn't cut out to be a mother or have a family. I took off to Vegas and developed a liking for prescription pills. On May 12, 2011 I went out clubbing and hooked up with Basil. Basil talked about partying and we took off together. He ended up turning me into a vampire. Not exactly the way I planned to go, but fuck it.
Moved in my place with Jack. Loving it and him. Making a family with our son. Engaged to Jack on 2/14/12, married July 7, 2012
My parents died in a house fire the summer after I finished high school. I was working at a Denny's for the summer and was working late the night the house went up, there was a fault in the electricity. I stayed in town after they died instead of going to college. I didn't have a clear view of what I wanted anyway. I decided then to not care too much what others thought of me and to live like each second was my last. I had no family left to speak of, so I made my own way. I had cousins, but they were all around my age or younger, so I was on my own.
I worked odd jobs at restaurants, stores, and such for a few years, did a few modeling jobs, until I discovered one night that I had an aptitude for being an exotic dancer. I went to an amateur night, won the prize and got a job. I worked The Dog House for 2 years before I quit and began working at Hooligans.
I dated a vampire for a while, Roman. Thought maybe we had something and would maybe get married. I was gonna be turned vampire, I got pregnant and my life went all wonky. I thought I knew who the father was, but was mistaken. I guess I had a one night drunken fling. While pregnant I met my half brother, Judd Jeffries. He was a mistake my dad likely never knew of back when he was younger. Judd and I became close until his death in August, just about a year after we met.
I died in a car crash when I was 32 weeks pregnant. Me and my son went to the Fields of Dionysus. We spent several days... years? there. Dancing and talking. It was wonderful. I was ripped away when a goddess decided that I was a good spy tool... she restored my soul and Weston's. It was painful because she wanted me to see, and feel, the pain that my death caused.
I began to date the man who father'd my son, and we spent 6 months trying to make it work before I decided I wasn't cut out to be a mother or have a family. I took off to Vegas and developed a liking for prescription pills. On May 12, 2011 I went out clubbing and hooked up with Basil. Basil talked about partying and we took off together. He ended up turning me into a vampire. Not exactly the way I planned to go, but fuck it.
Moved in my place with Jack. Loving it and him. Making a family with our son. Engaged to Jack on 2/14/12, married July 7, 2012
Parents - Mike and Miranda (DelaCroix) Tackett
Adopted Siblings - Ethan Robertson, Jules Meaut
Husband/Many times bonded - Jack Daniels
Children - Weston Connor Tackett
Adopted parent- Eric Northman
Bonded/Boyfriend - David Conway (two times)
Maker - Basil (true dead)
Adopted Siblings - Ethan Robertson, Jules Meaut
Husband/Many times bonded - Jack Daniels
Children - Weston Connor Tackett
Adopted parent- Eric Northman
Bonded/Boyfriend - David Conway (two times)
Maker - Basil (true dead)
Likes: Shoes. Sex. Blood. Jack. Making Dave horny. Dancing. Country music. Rob Zombie. Being naked. Being warm. Skinny dipping. Dogs. Mexico. Rome. Fearies. Swinging. Running. My fangs. Clothes. Flip flops. Men in kilts. Men in hats. Ties. Skimpy panties. Lacy lingerie. Stealing Jack's hat.
Dislikes- Silver. Sunlight, though I miss it. Not being able to eat cheesecake anymore. Not being able to booze anymore. Humans who taste like hippies. Red heads. Bakers. People who don't give me what I want. Clowns.
Dislikes- Silver. Sunlight, though I miss it. Not being able to eat cheesecake anymore. Not being able to booze anymore. Humans who taste like hippies. Red heads. Bakers. People who don't give me what I want. Clowns.