WANTED: Dark and twisted looking for same...

Here's the deal. We are looking for someone to pick up and create a character to be an adversary for Gerard. If this position is taken, for this one character app, the admin team will lift all limitations pertaining to class, level, and age in character creation. Keep in mind, this character will need to keep up with the master manipulator himself. There is currently no deadline on when apps need to be in. But, my suggestion is to get yours in as soon as possible. If an app hits here that we really like, we'll take it and may miss out on the doosy you were preparing for us to go over.

There are a few stipulations to trying out for this character:

1) YOU MUST BE ACTIVE.
2) Your posts must be coherent and of above par quality.
3) You must realize that your character sould possibly be expendable. Even if you play well, make one mistake and Gerard will eat the character alive.
4) Don't go overboard on the age. Make it believable. Nothing over about 2000 years old. Keep in mind that while we are lifting all restrictions for this one app, you don't have total carte blanche.
5) Though Gerard is a strong character, he has never once used his innate strength to overpower someone. It has all been subtle manipulation. Keep that in mind and don't go crazy with the strengths. On the same token, balance out any strengths with an even number of weaknesses.

Now that all of that is out of the way... I bet you want to know how you can audition. Well, here you go. Reply to this thread with a detailed character app, following the rules laid out by this post as well as those that are board-wide. Make sure that your character's sample post is a damn good one. At this point, what I am basically saying can be put into a simple two words... Wow us.

So, there you go. Happy Posting!!!

ABOUT YOU
Name: James
Age: 19
Contact Info: It hasn’t changed any…
How you found us: Also hasn’t changed

CHARACTER INFO
Character name: Oceana Talise (human)/Barbus (devil)
Nicknames: Occee, Tally, Oc
Character age: 28
Birthdate: January 6
Gender: Female
Is this character supernaturally inclined? Sorceress with an affinity for controlling water and creating illusions.
Strengths:

Oceanca Alone:
• Hydromancy, the power to control all forms of water and create storms.
• Can create optical illusions using water
• Possesses a high level of intelligence in dealing with humans.
  Barbas Alone:
• The 5th prince of hell can summon and command other demons as warranted.
• Can cause and heal affliction
• Master of illusions, able to change the shape of things and people and otherwise deceive the minds of men.
  The two together:
• Possess extreme reserves of psychic energy to resist the powers of vampires and the magical power of witches and other spellcasters.
• Can craft illusions that are complete and extremely realistic to the person experiencing them.

Weaknesses

• Oceana naturally possesses an uneven temperament that varies strongly between serenity and extreme anger.
  
• The devil within her is a malevolent spirit and can be subdued by the power of true religious belief and is also prone to excorcism.
  
• Oceana is tired extremely quickly if, without some source of water, she has to summon water from distance or conjure it out of thin air.
  
• Even a possessed human is still rather frail compared to vampires, lycanthropes and the other things that go bump in the night.
  
• The powers of the demon can be ritually sealed and/or inhibited from a distance by a morally clean magical practitioner.
  
• When Barbas is in total control, Oceana’s personality and inherent abilities are completely submerged beneath the persona of the demon. To use the strength of the vessel, the demon must cede some control to the primary personality.
  
• While certainly not an exemplar of good morals, Oceana is occasionally stunned and appalled by the things the demon does.
  
• The presence of two personalities, both of which are vengeful and somewhat uneven, when put together have led to an individual who is as a whole mentally unstable and prone to periods of extreme violence and extreme calm.

Weapons carried on person: When you’ve got your own personal demon, who needs weapons?

Tell me about yourself
Hair colour/style: Oceana prefers her hair medium short in length worn without any particular style but still put together. She keeps it dyed a deep blue which matches the color of her eyes.
Eye colour: Dark Blue
Portrayal: Painting of anime character done by the artist Anry
Picture: IMAGE LOCATED HERE

Physical description: Oceana is of moderate height and moderate build for a woman. She is notable for her vivid blue hair which matches her eyes. She wears three lapis lazuli hoop dangling earings in each of her ears. Her taste in clothing is a mix between femme biker chic and freakish, tending to leather and denim. She prefers short dark blue denim hotpants and a simple a top covered by a leather jacket. She completes her look with light makeup and a pair of leather boots dyed blue that extend up just past her knees. The most unique of her features, however, is the mark of demonic possession, a small black X carved deep into her right shoulder blade.

Likes:

• Suffering of others
• Carefully and secretly destroying people’s lives
• Traveling at unsafe extreme velocities on motorcycles
• Somewhat strange, but a strong affinity for air conditioning.
• The ocean and being in water.
• Oceana has a liking for biker boys, while Barbus is largely uninterested unless the act involves rape or other such unpleasantness, at which point gender is irrelevant.

Dislikes:

• Crosses, Stars and Crescents, Torahs, and pretty much any and all holy symbols, objects, institutions and persons.
• Those who believe in an objective “morality” and moral superiority.
• Vampires, Lycanthropes, and anyone else viewed as a potential threat to her plans to establish her own control and power.
• Possesses an intense hatred and wrath towards mental institutions, psychologists and psychiatrists.

Fears: Barbas fears returning to hell. Oceana fears both someone learning that she has powers not dependent on the demon and someone learning of her demon and how to dispatch him.
Nervous habits: Not so much a nervous habit, but when particularly strong emotions are playing out within her, Oceana tends to subconsciously cause the natural water vapor around her to respond accordingly.

Personality description: Oceana herself could best be described as a nihilist who ultimately cares only for herself. She is highly intelligent and uses her mind to achieve her own goals. She cares little for the suffering of others, either natural or caused by herself, except in so much as she doesn’t take any pains to drag it out or make it worse than necessary to achieve her own goals. She possesses a strong vengeful streak often devising extremely painful and prolonged ways of torturing and killing those whom she bears grudges against. In her dealings, Oceana either presents as coldly serene or extremely violent and angry like her namesake, although the machinery in her head is unaffected by the outward appearance of either extreme.

Barbus is a demon of hell and as such takes his pleasure from causing unhappiness amongst humans. He is extremely sadistic and takes delight in seeing how much pain he can cause in his victims before they break and beg for death which he then denies, prolonging their suffering for as long as he can. Unlike Oceana, Barbus’ personality does not fluctuate and his outward demeanor could be described as a sort of balance between his vessel’s two extremes. He also takes delight in joining with Oceana to concoct new ways of manipulating people, always happy to help her take her revenge, although he demands in return that she aide with his goal of overthrowing the power of religion and destroying the ability of humans to resist demons, allowing the demons of Hell to roam about and rule the human world for their own twisted delight.

Take me home to meet mom and dad:
Parents: James Maeris and Monique Talise, although Oceana can remember neither as the demon has blocked her memories for fear they could influence his vessel.
Siblings: None.
Children: None, thanks be to the heavens.

History: Oceana Talise was born in relatively non-descript circumstances in Apartheid era South Africa to ardent supporters of the system. Being of hte privileged white class, she enjoyed an early childhoos of relative abundance, However, at age 5, the pretty picture shattered. Oceana showed the first signs of having magical ability at this time.

The young girl soon learned that if she used her powers on "whites" or other people of status she was punished, but she could do whatever she wanted to the opressed classes and get away with it, thus learning at a young age that the strong need not care about the weak. She also discovered that she could play off the ignorance of the uneducated and superstitious and set up her own following and get others to do what she wished them to do.

However, her little world was not to last. When she was 14 apartheid came to an end in her country, and with it the end to being unaccountable for her actions against what she and her family still considered subhuman beasts and her inferiors. Soon, investigations started occuring around her family and the various ills and "accidents" that had befallen her playmates and the servants. Within a year her parents were imprisoned and she was placed in a state orphanage.

She was to stay only a year at the orphanage, but while there, she began to learn a great many things. She bagan to listen to the myths and legends of the African natives for lack of anything better to do. She was also introduced to Christian mythologies for the first time, and finally, she was also given the chance to learn to control and use her magical abilitity with a proper practitioner, though she soon gave up given the child's bias towards using her powers against others.

After awhile, Oceana learned that she could increase her own power further if she were to ally herself with a demon, and that it was possible to control weaker demons if she were strong enough. Slowly and methodically she gathered the materials for the ritual.

However, things did not go as plan for the ritual. Instead of summoning and entreating with a low level demon as planned, she accidentally summonded Barbas, one of Hell's chiefs who immediately possessed her. Barbas, free of hell's confines immediately began to enjoy himself in his fashion.

The South Africans, unaware of the ritual performed, believed the young girl to have gone quite insane and she spent the remaining time until her 20th birthday within a mental instutution. In a way, this helped her and Barbas as they learned to work with each other and settled things between themselves, deciding that their goals were really not all that incompatible.

On her 20th birthday the time came, after much careful planning to leave the asylum. No one is really sure what happened that night, except that at dawn's first light the staf lay dead, seemingly boiled or frozen and one young woman missing.

Since then, Oceana fled to America and has spent her time keeping a low profile and learning where she can at least pretend to fit in, a crowd to hide amongst. The time hs become right for her to seek to fulfill her plans and goals, and in the process fulfill her demon's as well.

Writing Sample: A lone man hung limply from the celing of the small room, fixed there by sheaths of ice the color darkest night. A woman sat below him, apparently engrossed in conversation with herself. However, from time to time she looked up at him and nearly froze the blood in his veins, or other times causing it to warm to nearly boiling, and still other times to swirl within his veins against its natural flow, but all causing him to scream loudly in pain each time. Eventually the woman seemed to tire of hearing him beg incoherently for his death and froze his vocal cords solid, robbing him of the ability to so beg.

Below the man Oceana smiled darkly. Speaking aloud to thin air, she addressed the demon within her, "He does make such lovely screams of pain. Still, it's rather pathetic for such a strong man to be so broken."

From within her another, deeper, masculine dark voice boomed out, "Precisely dear Oceana. That is the price tht one pays for betraying us. He nearly led the priest directly to us. Still, he may yet serve a purpose, might he not?"

The blue haired wman seemed to ponder that for a long moment. Finally she sighed and waved her hand releasing the man from the ceiling to land with a loud thud before her. Smiling in a way that could best be described as worrisome, she acquiesced to her demon, "Yes, Barbas, I suppose he could. After all, it is within our power to give him what he most desires."

With a simple wave of her hand, Oceana caused a figure to appear before the man. To anyone else it would have appeared as a vaguely humanoid haze, but to the unfortunate victim it resembled his daughter. With a cruel laugh, she turned the illusionary girl to a skeletal corpse before his eyes before finally dispelling the illusion. Filling herself with air, she commanded the pitiful being in front of her with the voice that was both hers and Barbas', "Go now, pathetic tool. Bring the head of this holy man you tried to lead to us. Fail or betray us again and illusion may become reality."

And the rest:
Anything else? Lesse, Dark, deifnately twisted, and a match in every way for our resident psycho... did I forget anything on the check list?

Did you read the rules? Oui ma peite....

(I'd like to post my proposal before actually creating an account, if she's approved for the role, then I'll go ahead and create her... -didn't see a point in making the account unless I know if she's acceptable or not-

"Have a nice read!"

P.S. Sometimes I don't know how I live with my brain. lol)


ABOUT YOU
Name: Tara (pen name: Lily)
Age: 26
Contact Info: See Lilya or Jaqui's profiles
How you found us: I play the above charries

CHARACTER INFO
Character name: Circe
Nicknames: Mistress, Queen
Character age: As old as the legends (been around a couple millenia or so)
Birthdate: Never kept track
Gender: Female
Species: Immortal Siren
Level: Incredibly dominant
Strengths: She can roll other creatures, including vampires and lycans, she is inhumanly strong and fast, can shift her form between a number of different human variant looks (combined glamour and actual ability to shift), can grow translucent shimmering fan-like wings under her arms and shift her legs into the a fish's tail for fast swimming. She can hold her breath for as long as she wants and has the ability to sit completely still like a statue, sometimes giving the impression that she might be a vampire. She weilds a seductive power equal to or, on the odd occasion during specific moon cycles, possibly stronger than the ardeur. She is able to coax the beast from a number of different lycan species, causing them to shift, and hide her presence completely if she wishes (though it can be taxing). She can mimic any human-like emotion and make it more than believable, to the point of almost fooling herself. And those who fall for her 'siren song' charm are compelled to remain loyal to her. Also holds a power over sea creatures and merfolk.
Weaknesses She must remain near the ocean for sanity reasons more than anything else. When feeling weakened or tired she can become vulnerable and must submerge herself in ocean water for some time, whether in a bath or in the actual sea itself. She doesn't like being refused anything and is quick to anger, her moods generally fluctuate often and quickly, almost borderlining on schitzophrenia. She is prone to being sensitive and attracted to the lustful nature of others, it draws her attention and often she will want what is on the menu under her boot heel if it looks tasty. She's been hidden from the outside world for quite some time though has returned in recent years but is still learning about technological advances. Allergic to iron (due to fae blood, it makes her incredibly weak) and dislikes fire (it hurts). The moon also affects her moods and power in a similar way it does to the tides. She also has a severe jealous streak.
Weapons carried on person: N/A

Tell me about yourself
Hair colour/style: Light golden blonde
Eye colour: Piercing sapphire blue
Portrayal: Heather Graham
Picture:




Physical description: A stunning vision of loveliness at an average height of 5'5, Circe is fine framed, yet curvacious, with milky soft skin, golden hair and deep sapphire eyes. Her skin has a pearlescent glean to it in certain light, especially in the moonlight. She is a master of masks, able to hide any ounce of emotion that might possibly exist within her. She could be a fountain of rage and still appear deceptively calm and happy. Her clothing depends on her mood, and she can be known to change outfits a number of times each day, and often spends time in practically nothing. She wears clothing that allows her skin to breathe and refuses to wear anything while on her private beach.

Likes: Control, orderly chaos, respect, loyalty, the feel of her nails digging into flesh, whatever noise she can force from the mouths of others, the ocean, animals
Dislikes: Anything too restrictive, treachery or betrayal, humans
Fears: Being burned alive again (its happened before, it really hurts)
Nervous habits: None, but can fake them if she has to.

Personality description: Circe has always carried the knowledge that she is a being of perfection, to be honoured, obeyed and cherished by all. Disobedience is punished without the blink of an eyelid (she has been known to actually eat those who truly stoke her ire). She sees life, and death, as simply a game, something to amuse herself with, and she views the world as full of pawns, though occasionally can be surprised by individuals, and then seeks to either claim or destroy them. She's met very few who come close to being considered worthy equals or rivals along the years though and finds herself disappointed when 'the game' is won too easily.

Take me home to meet mom and dad:
Parents: Helius (father, whereabouts unknown), Perse (mother, deceased)
Siblings: Deceased
Children: Deceased

History:
Circe was born many, many years ago, the daughter of a siren Queen, Perse, and a Daoine Sidhe royal (and at the time thought to be a sun God) whose name at the time was Helius and who also happened to be one of Belle Morte's many lovers. She was born into blood of faerie and siren, giving her a natural gift for charm, persuasion, and a confidence that she could simply have whatever she wished.

As she grew and her name became well-known around Europe, a number of stories were created about her. One was that she turned people into animals if they disobeyed her, this was based on a farmer having seen her using her talent to coax shifters into changing into their animal forms one night, and resulted in her being worshipped and given power over the area for quite some time. She had a natural talent for seduction and sadism, and no one, even vampires, could resist her if they happened to catch her eye.

Circe even had a run in with Belle Morte at one point, when she'd cheekily decided to seduce one of the vampire's favourite men. Outraged by the insolence, Belle punished her man by continuously using the ardeur on him but refusing him any sexual release for an extraoridarily long time. She then decided to repay Circe by taking one of her favoured men.

The siren's reaction had been to send the offending sexual organ to Belle with a thank you note, and a detailed description about the slow process she used. Filling her lover with pleasure through melodic crooning as she disemboweled him, managing to keep him alive so he could watch her cut off his genitals, gut him, and skin him, lastly followed by cutting out his treacherous heart, which he probably saw for a few seconds before his dead body was send to be chopped up in pieces and served to her pets. The heart she ate herself. The entire process, he was torn between thinking they were having the most glorious sex he could imagine and what he could see happening with his very own eyes.

Circe's lack of humanity was her strength, she lacked the ability to feel remorse for anything. She made her decisions and that was final, if someone disagreed then whatever resulted what their own fault. This was how she lived for years, taking or being given what she wanted when she wanted it, being waited upon, governing a large portion of a few coastal countries and many islands. Until she was betrayed by mermaids on one island and she found herself being burned alive. She survived however, and hid for a long time in a deep recovery sleep in a cavern her mother had told her about, filled with jewels and gold and trinkets, and she remained there in solitude for some time as she healed the wounds, her sanity slipping even further as she dreamt and dwelt on the betrayal.

In time, her 'siren song' drew creatures back to her once more and she learned that it wasn't just she who'd been targeted, but all sirens and the only other living one was married to a vampire. As she gained more servants once again, and even a leviathan companion. Slowly she reintegrated herself into the world, learning of the newer cultures and changing her image to suit, but always her mind lingered on what should be hers and the different places she could stamp her name on.

Through the aid of some of her new servants, she opened a Swiss bank account where she was able to deposit vast amounts of gold and jewels and had herself a nice little fortune. She then decided to leave Europe for a time, though not before writing her 'dear friend' Belle Morte another letter to let her know she was still alive and well and looking for some new entertainment.

Recently, Circe has found herself fascinated with America, a country where vampires and lycans have legal rights and seemingly live in a much more ordered fashion than what she's witnessed in the past. She's bought a mansion conveniently set by the ocean and including its own private beach area, and large pier for her private cruise liner. And now she simply can't wait to sink her claws into some fresh juicy meat... and resume playing 'the game'.


Writing Sample:
"Bad boys and girls must pay penance..." The woman strolled along as though there was nothing in the world that could touch her. The empty private beach silent save for the soft crunch of the sand beneath her bare feet as she stolled around the pier. She stretched, her skin glowing pearlescent under the moonlight. "I told you that if you ever disobeyed me, I wouldn't be happy. So now you just have to suffer the consequences."

"... isn't that right, my love?" She crooned in a motherly fashion as she moved slowly beneath the pier, where a young man was strung upsidedown by his ankles, his gut sliced open and innards hanging down over his chest and face. He was still alive, just... He nodded at her slowly, a stupid grin painted upon his face.

Circe circled him, running her fingers across his thighs as she pondered for a time, ignoring the pleasurable and painful shudder her actions sent through the man who was currently at the 'Queen's mercy'. She had wanted more information on the big players in this city, Miami, and all he'd returned with was what she'd already learned in passing on the beach and streets.

Never trust a commoner to do anything right, she thought to herself. Her nails began to dig into the soft flesh, causing the man to begin screaming in a mixture of ecstacy and agony, creating a tune inside her head. Then it went silent as he came on himself and his body finally gave in to the eternal darkness, but Circe's mind was already busy planning her next day. She decided she might go into town, maybe do some shopping, sweet talk a few pretty people to bring home, and perhaps find out more about the power players here. She was bored, she craved entertainment.

Leaving the body where it was, Circe's gaze turned to a shadow in the water, and she nodded to her favourite pet who had waited patiently for his Mistress to be finished with his food. She then realised that she had blood on her fingertips, and prompty licked them clean, a craving for flesh building slightly. Her eyes glistened deep blue as she thought about what might be on the menu tonight.


And the rest:
Anything else?

Did you read the rules? Oui, ma petite.

ABOUT YOU
Name: Rose
Age: 19
Contact Info: PM
How you found us: Reg

CHARACTER INFO
Character name: Michelle [ Unknown ]
Nicknames: Bellata, ( Name from the Q of N)
Character age: 978
Birthdate: 1030
Gender: Female
Bloodline: Queen Of Nightmares Direct Link.
Level: Master
Strengths:
- The Power to Draw a vampire into a coma style dream and have full control
- The power to take others energy.
- If Powers are at their maximum Michelle can Inflict wounds in a dream that can refer sometimes to their living state ( ex: A thin cut once awoken can be a deep scratch)

( Michelles Animal to call is the Snakes, so rarely does it come to use )

Weaknesses
- With a strong mind, or a descendent with the same power play on control.
- Can only take enough energy to put the person in a coma, cannot KILL that way
- Stress can pull her down, and finds it hard to use her powers.
- When using anothers energy she can also get side effects. ( drugs, alchool ...) that dont normally effect vampires.
Weapons carried on person:
- A Small cord in a metal container, when applied with pressure to certain materials ( Wood, metal …) Can cut straight throw.

Tell me about yourself
Hair colour/style: Long, past her shoulders wavy blonde hair.
Eye colour: Piercing sea blue eyes. Though they can darken and become almost black when using her powers.
Portrayal: Fiona Apple
Picture:


Physical description:
Michelle stands at an average 5foot 6, but with her attitude she can some times act as though she is 6 - 7 foot tall, she has light features but nothing one would remember.
Michelle would have to admit her most grasping feature is her blue eyes, as her pale white skin tone and red lips she had a naturally pretty face.

Her Arms how ever are mingled with different items. Scars, dribbling mostly around her arteries and along her left arm is a tattoo of a pentagram and moon. Along her breasts as well she has many scars, running both over and under. Some barely visible others almost touchable.
Likes:
- Her Powers
- Nightmares
- Books
- Reptiles
- Withes
Dislikes:
- Humans
- Hopes
- Optimistic people
- Manipulative people
- Weak people
Fears:
- Being stripped of her powers
- Superstitions biting her on the ass.
Nervous habits:
- Becoming still

Personality description:

Michelle has mostly her past to thank for her strong and rather cruel personality, her mind travels along the lines of a Dracula movie as her creativity shows the world new ways of creating pain and nightmares beyond others wildest thoughts.

Michelle is a cool, collected woman. Though she makes people take her orders as though they were sent from heaven she always finds it hard to stay on top of things. Her mind plays more deaths than a horror movie.
When meeting a new person Michelle will first rule them out into categories, Lycan/vampire or Human. Humans will be slaughtered on sight as on the other hand Michelle would first place a lycan or vampires importance before judging their death.

Take me home to meet mom and dad:
Parents: Dead
Siblings: None
Children: None

History:

Michelle was born in her weakest form, a child with no powers than the cry to her absent parents. She was Born at home, as her parents never had the money to pay for her hospital care. Her grand-mother was their to help her mum along the way. The delivery went perfect as did the first few years of her life.

Michelle got to the point that even in a young age she found that if she needed something done she would have to do it herself, her parents were poor and her father never worked. He used an excuse to her mother Catherine that it was his back preventing him from working ut everyone new better.
Her mother on the other hand worked full shifts, from dawn till dusk and had rarely the time off to share time with her daughter. But this never bothered Michelle, at the age of 6 she was already reading and writing perfect English. Her intelligence grew slowly even with the pull back off being in such an old age.

When Michelle was the age of 10 her mother decided to leave her father, he consumed to much of their money she would say as they packed their bags, tears falling from their eyes as they searched for a place to live.

Finally the settled down in a rather battered down part of town, everyone was to be home before dark as each feared what would happen in the shadows. However one night at the age of 16 Michelle went out, that night she finally saw the real horrors in life. However she was far mature for her age and had the mentality of a 20 year old, she was street wise and cautious as she was pulled into a conversation with an older woman.

Michelle still remembers the young woman, pretty beyond any normal human, her long dark hair seemed to be swiped away under a velvet cloak that night. She seemed to admire Michelle’s attitude, intelligence and further more her accuracy in the old English language.
Michelle soon grew close to the woman, little did she know why they could only meet at night, nor did the thought ever cross her mind that she was being manipulated by a vampire. As weeks and months grew on the woman seemed to offer Michelle gifts, books and other knowledge that had been passed down her line.

Finally at the age of 20 she went to the woman, almost desperate as she found out she had a deathly illness, and in those days medicines where expensive and rare to diseases. This woman however only smiled her eyes playing in the moon light as she offered the girl a long healthy life full of knowledge. Only one condition would stand up was that she would have to leave her mother and live with the woman in riches and health until the woman had no knowledge left to share.

Michelle took the opportunity and was shown into the new world of this strange woman, they seemed to refer to her as Queen and bow towards her. Michelle was changed into a vampire and so took the years that followed with the woman. Years passed, decades passed and Michelle felt trapped against her will, the woman showed her horrors she thought not possible, she grew to hate the woman and admire her strength all at the same time.

After 500 years nearly of living with the Queen of nightmares she began to understand the power, develop her own and a new cruelty formed in her heart. She became evil and torturous against others. She would stand up besides her queen and laugh as humans were brought in and slaughtered, tortured and slowly killed before them. How petty and weak were the humans they used to say as they drunk from the wrists that was brought to them.

However, heading on 700 years Michelle got sick of the hate and anger she wanted to make her own life. She wanted to learn by he own mistakes. She wanted to test this new world of technology. And so with the promis of safe return soon she set out towards different towns, soon to settle in Miami she was visited in dreams at day by her Queen, smiling down and showing her images of torture she had seen that day. After all once evil always evil…





Writing Sample:

Michelle opened her blue eyes and watched the scene roll before her, a cruel smile turning her lips up in the corners as she watched the blood seep throw one childs body. Butterflies danced in her stomach as she wanted nothing more than to rise and prey the dead daughters body from the fathers arms and drink. But it wasn’t dinner time it was entertainment and punishment time.

The father turned with almost black eyes as Michelle preyed his lycan from out of him, drawing the hunger within him. She wanted to watch the father eat the child in front of him, she wanted him to feel sick and desperate. He should she thought to herself as she flicked her power out, each time applying pressure the man screamed out in pain.

Finally she let it go and rised from her seat, eyes watched her as her heels tapped gently on the wooden floor until they were accompanied by a soft splatter sound of the warm blood under her. Coming up to the man she took out her metal dagger and pushed him to the ground with her foot. Drawing a small line of blood down his stomach she let out a pleasurable sound.

Her words came out almost as a hiss as she put more pressure on him «  You were told which prey was out of bounds » she drew the dagger down near his crutch. «  You were granted a chance and you failed. Feeding off young Sella was not a good move » she said to him, her face darkening slightly as she remembered the look on her pomme de sangs face as she told Michelle how he rapped her. «  You shall now eat until you die of regret of choking » she said and pointed to the body of his dead daughter before finally putting her force on his lycan form and forced him to feed.
And the rest:
Anything else? Thought i might as well have a try

Did you read the rules? oui ma petite.

ABOUT YOU
Name: Kris
Age: 17
Contact Info: Kristenoinkc@comcast.net
How you found us: I’ve been here for a while now…

CHARACTER INFO
Character name: Noelle McKinnon
Nicknames: Noelle, Noel, Elle
Character age: Vampire Years - 1,500 Human Years- 22
Birthdate: October 31, 387 A.D.
Gender: Female
Bloodline: Belle Morte
Level: Master
Strengths: Noelle is what a great number of people both vampires, humans, and lycanthropes alike have been able to call manipulative. And it’s not really to a serious extent that they would be willing to die for her, it’s more of the fact she can control them to an extent. It’s almost as though the rest of them revolve around her and will be willing to do as she wishes. Because if they don’t, the know the consequences, and to not play by her rules means to pay the price. She won’t hesitate in most situations to do what is needed and that’s really what makes her strong is the fact she doesn’t care easily. Every since turning, Noelle has had a hard time caring how anyone else really cares, and that’s really what helps her the most.

Another strength she has is her control. She likes to have complete control over any given situation, and even if it’s not possible to get that control during parts of situations, she still does her best to make it appear as though she has the upper-hand. She does everything in her power to make herself seem as though she controls the situation, even if it’s not true. She likes playing games, and she likes making the rules. And possibly just in the way that she was raised, Noelle expects everyone else to abide by those rules. And if they don’t, well lets just say, she does the best in her ability to make the punishment fit the crime, though it might seem as though she will go over board sometimes. But for the most part she is fair, Strict, but fair.

Weaknesses As with the majority of other vampires, Noelle’s most weakest point would be the fact that she’s really sensitive to the sunlight, because even being out in it or seeing it through the windows, it will kill her. But that’s something that really goes without saying. Another weakness she holds is the fact that she gets too attached to things more often then done. She does the best in her ability to stay detached from everything and everyone, but it doesn’t always work in her favor. So anytime she does get attached to something, or someone. And most of the time, when she gets to attached to it usually comes back to haunt her in some way.

Though, her next weakness would happen to be her own emotions. For some reason, as though it’s almost in possible for her, Noelle just cannot show the majority of her emotions. Yes, if she gets really angry then that will show. If she’s really happy, that will show. But it takes a great deal to get her to show that much emotion in anyway. Though, a lot of people could also see this as a strength, and sometimes it really is a strength, but other times like when she wants to show the emotion to make people aware of how she’s feeling, since she’s unable to do it without effort, it takes a great deal of talent for her to do so.

Though, she does have other weaknesses as well as strengths, but those will be revealed in due time in roleplays that she is involved in.

Weapons carried on person: The only weapon that Noelle really carries on her at all times, with the exception of her fangs, would happen to be her daggers. Though, the blade is silver on the daggers, and one of her biggest weakness would be that silver, she seems rather fearless for caring them on her. For the simple fact that if she were to get hurt by her own weapon, it would be out of stupidity on her part. She seems rather fearless of her own weapons because if for some reason they do turn on her, then it would have been her own fault. And because she is true to her word, she would have to follow her own rules and suffer the consequences as they appear to her.

Tell me about yourself
Hair colour/style: It’s rare that Noelle ever really do anything fancy to her hair, so on more occasions then none, many will simply find her with jet black hair that reaches down to the middle of her back. Often times, she keeps her hair down, but she will pull it back into a neat ponytail if she really needs to.
Eye colour: Blue-Gray
Portrayal: Anna Paquin
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Physical description: For the most part, any person could claim that Noelle is a simple girl, because she doesn’t try to dress up just to impress people. The only time that she’ll ever be found dressing up for any given reason will be if she has to, and that’s not too often. Or at least she tries to make it no so often. But for the times she does dress to impress, depending on the situation at hand, Noelle will curl her hair into neat ringlet’s that far down her back and shoulders. Sometimes she’ll end up wearing a dress, but if she can help it, she won’t do it voluntarily. The fact that she even does something nice to her hair on the times she has to dress up is enough for her. But if she has to she’ll stray away from any form of leather or jeans or any kind of black at all.

Now as far as Noelle, she reaches to be about 5’7” in height and as far as weight she weights at most 130 lbs. Now, beyond this Noelle has straight jet black hair that reaches to be to the middle of her back unless she gets it cut, then it’s just a few inches above that point, so it’s still pretty long, just not as long as what it will be usually. She does her best to keep her hair just straight, as she doesn’t like doing a great deal to it unless she really needs to. When she does get wet though, her hair naturally curls into little ringlets, otherwise when dry it starts to straighten out. Her eyes are a pale blue with flecks of gray in it, so more or less it’s a blue-gray.

As far as any sort of clothes, more recently, Noelle has been wearing more and more black clothes then any other color. Now whether or not this is due to her previous masters doing, or just the simple fact she didn’t like wearing actual colors anymore, it’s hard to say. But the fact of the matter is and always will be that Noelle likes to wear black. It makes it harder to see her during the night when she is up and walking around the streets. Though, this doesn’t seem to bother her in the slightest bit. Her favorite outfit would happen to be a pair of leather black pants that seem to show off her curves in almost all the right places, and a black shirt to cover her top. She wears a white gold locket that she got from Pierre a little before they were engaged.

Given her history and what she grew up with in the centuries previously, Noelle has several scars that not only crisscross all the way up her arm until it reaches her shoulders, but also the length down her back. Many of the scars, although have faded away are still noticeable in the right lightning, so it wouldn’t take too much for any one person to see the scars that she has. Now, how she got those scars, well each scar has it’s own story behind it. Just about every scar on her body she can name how she got and by who. She could go into a great number of details with each one and have very little time left over to explain how she got the rest.

Likes:

• Killing
• Being Manipulative
• Controlling
• Words
• Anti-Social
• Being a Kleptomaniac

Dislikes:

• Morals
• People
• Silver
• Other Authorities
• Crosses
• Sun

Fears:

• Death Again
• Spiders
• Fire

Nervous habits: The only real nervous habit that Noelle has gotten into doing is tapping on something with something. As long as she has the means available, she’ll tap against any surface either with her fingers, or with something she’s holding such as a pencil or a pen.

Personality description: Controlling. Complete control. That’s the only thing that anyone would really see out of Noelle at first glance, as that’s the only thing she really abides by now. Noelle is the sort of person that likes to feel as though she is in charge of just about anything and has the upper hand in just about any situation. And to be anything but in control would displease her greatly, and that’s something not a lot of people want to do. To displease her would mean to suffer the consequences, and the majority of the time those consequences are far greater then what most people are willing to pay. She has to be in control, it makes her feel as though she has a sense of power.

Aside from this, Noelle is very manipulative so just about anyone around her. She likes to be able to control just about anyone around her, though her control only goes a certain length. She cannot make them really kill themselves if they do not wish to. But aside from that, Noelle has learned to live with what she can and cannot do to get a person to do what she wishes for her. Though, she doesn’t take advantage of this ability, as to do so could prove fatal to herself or anyone else. She doesn’t force them to do things she wouldn’t do herself, nor does she make them do things just so she can get out of doing it. By this, she is rather fair.

Which leads us into another part of her personality that just about everyone should be able to live with. Noelle is fair and very true to her word. First going along with her being fair though, she makes sure to treat everyone she comes into contact with as equal (though not equal to her status as a Master vampire). By equal we simply mean that she treat each of them the same way and does not give a certain person special privileges over the others. To do so would not be fair by any stretch of the means and she doesn’t want them to think she plays favorites. In retrospect to the above, Noelle is very true to her word. If she says she will do something, then by all means she will do it. She will not go back on a promise to another person. But at the same time, she will not promise something to someone that she knows she will not be able to keep. Because that would disprove the above statement completely.

Noelle is rather keen to abiding by any rules. And again if she weren’t to have abided by these rules set before her, she wouldn’t be quite fair to herself or other people. So she does her best to abide by any rules that are set before her. But to go along with that, Noelle does expect others to abide by the rules she sets before them. If she is expected to follow rules, as well as her own rules, she expects the same of any of her people, as well as those that do not belong to her. And to not follow her rules, would mean to suffer the consequences. And because she’s fair, she does her best to make the punishment fit the crime.

The last thing that would be the best way to describe Noelle’s personality would be her lack of emotions. By lack of, I mean showing none of, or at least showing little of. She doesn’t like showing her emotions, and that’s just something she picked up from Vexen. However to be completely unable to do so is inhuman to say the least. So the only way she’ll really show her emotions is simply if she’s really passionate about that emotion at the time. If she gets really angry, she’ll show that. If she gets really upset, again she’ll show that. But otherwise, she doesn’t show her emotions as much as most would really expect.

Take me home to meet mom and dad:
Parents: Violet Cartel (Deceased), Hikari McKinnon (Deceased)
Siblings: None.
Children: None.

History: Being born in the year 387 A.D., Noelle was raised within London England. On the ladder on the social class, the McKinnon’s were just a few rungs down from being on the very top. Granted, they weren’t by any means King or Queen of Brittan at anytime, they did have rather high places within the social order and did well to make sure everyone was aware of this fact. Both of her parents had been working for the Government of Brittan at the time, or what little of a Government during this period that they really had. But at the time, the family was well known across Brittan. And lone and behold on October 31, 387 A.D. born to them both was a beautiful baby girl. Though, upon the arrival of their new child, Noelle’s mother stepped down as Government Official, at least for a few weeks, which was long enough that she could help raise her daughter. Though, once Noelle was old enough, her mother was able to go back to work alongside her husband while little Noelle was constantly with a Nanny of some kind. Though this usually changed from week to week.

Growing up in a fairly wealthy family, Noelle got everything she could ever dream of, and then some. She would have been willing to admit she was spoiled to no end. But even this little fact didn’t seem to bother her as much as it really should have. The fact that she could get anything she ever wanted by simply asking, or pulling a guilt trip on either of her parents for not being around as much as possible was enough to show almost anyone that she was spoiled and very proud of it.

And for the fact that her parents were rather important to the city of London, and the fact that they had enough money to, Noelle grew up home schooled by private teachers that would come in once a day for an hour at a time. They usually switched off so she had a new teacher each hour, helping her cover quite a few lessons. History, Writing, Science, Music, Instruments, and her least favorite of all Etiquette. The fact that her parents were bothering to raise her to turn into such a young lady, well to say the least it was by no means one of Noelle’s favorite lessons. But all the same, she endured it just like countless of other studies that were forced upon her. And for the most part, she came out with flying colors, being able to pass those lessons, with a few flaws here or there.

Had it really not have been for the fact that she was so wealthy and that her parents were working with the Government, Noelle would have made quite a few friends. But it seemed as if anyone in the town was trying to avoid her, or at least their parents didn’t think it would be wise for their kids to be caught socializing with Noelle, and so for the most part she grew up learning to entertain herself. Though one person would really expect this to have taken a toll on the way Noelle went about her daily life or how she did with other people, but because she was still in the process of learning, Noelle was also learning about the proper way to behave around others, and had managed to prove her succession in this in the countless parties her parents had been invited to.

For seventeen years, this was just simply how things went around her house. She was so use to it by the time she turned seventeen that it didn’t seem to matter to her in the slightest bit whether or not she would grow up like all of the others in the town. She was so use to her life that it wasn’t anything new to her anymore, as well it shouldn’t have been as she grew up with it for seventeen years already. Though, by the age of seventeen, and after her parents had discussed the issue in great detail, the came to the conclusion that she was finally of age to marry. Their reason behind this had been rather simple to follow. She needed a man in her life, so she could start her own life. Their only catch? They would be the one’s who picked out the man.

It wasn’t but months later that her parents had set her up with what seemed to be the perfect man. He went by the name of Pierre and had surprisingly left his home in France to come meet the wife he would soon be marrying. He agreed that after the wedding they would remain in Brittan, but there were a few affairs back in France that he needed to tend to before he could leave. So, he made a promise to both Noelle and her parents that he would return for her on the eve of her eighteenth birthday. Then the day of her eighteenth birthday, the wedding would begin.

And he stayed true to his word. The eve of her eighteenth birthday, Pierre returned to Brittan to greet his soon-to-be-wife, who at the time seemed distraught. Her reasoning behind this had been a rather simple one to follow. She was just so tired of the life that she was living, being brought up in a wealthy family, being able to get everything that she had ever dreamed. She wanted all of that to end, and the sooner the better. And what better way to lift her spirits and grant her wish then to admit one was a vampire? The night that Pierre had returned for Noelle, and seeing how upset she was already, he decided that since she was looking for a change, and the fact that he could bare the news no longer, he announced to her what he truly was. Though, nothing after that was said. It seemed as if the two had just put the information aside, as though it wasn’t really important and shouldn’t have been brought up to begin with.

Though, the news about Pierre being a vampire had taken a great deal of time to get use to. Neither Pierre nor Noelle were willing to bring this news to her parents, and so it had managed to remain a secret for a great deal of the time. And lucky for them, the day after the wedding, the two of them were allowed to move out and into their own house just within the town but not to far away from her parents. So her parents didn’t really need to know, or the two lovers at least concluded this.

Still, things seemed to quiet down for the two lovers as they finally settled into their life. As Pierre wasn’t allowed in the sunlight, he stayed at home the majority of the time, though seemingly still staying connected with people back in France - though he had refused to bring this information to Noelle’s attention - As far as Noelle, she followed in her parents footsteps and took up a job working for the government. At least for a time.

It wasn’t until the night of her twentieth birthday that Noelle came to Pierre, once again distraught. Again her reasoning was the same as before. She needed some kind of change. The life she had been living previously wasn’t working for her, and now that she was starting to follow in her parents footsteps, that just wasn’t helping matters in the least bit for her. She needed a great deal of change to happen sooner rather than later. And the only thing she could think to ask was for Pierre to turn her. She wanted nothing more at that moment then to become a vampire, and not have to deal with anything else that happened. She wanted something different, something that didn’t involve her life or her parents. She wanted to forget.

Pierre had to explain to Noelle almost in slow motion what she was asking. As though he really wanted to be sure she wanted this before he was willing to give it to her. He explained how everything would work, and that once it happened, she would not turn back. He also explained she would lose so much from turning, that it would effect her for the rest of her life. There were so many things that he had explained to her all in that one night, and still she pushed forward. She wanted the change. She needed the change. But as Pierre found she was a bit unstable at that point to make a clear decision on her own, he pushed it off for a week, saying once the week was over if she still wished it, her wish was his command.

A week past and still the same thing. She almost demanded it on him now, and he couldn’t help but comply with her wishes. He had promised he would do it if she still wanted it after the week, and now that the week was over it was his turn to hold up his end of the bargain. Though, the process would be a long one, he managed to explain this to Noelle, and she still agreed.

It wasn’t until a few months after Pierre had turned her, and after having made a few calls to people within France that he decided she needed a steady Master. He would be unable to help her, not like his Master had helped him. And although he knew the decision had been a hard one, for several reasons, Pierre agreed it was time that Noelle found a better Master. Someone that could help her, someone that could teach her, and someone she could gain guidance from. Though, what she got was far above that.

For centuries Noelle was sent off to work under the orders of one by the name of Vexen. And although by any humans standards his teachings were anything but nice, she did gain a lot from him. Having endured centuries of conditions that not to many others would be willing to even tolerate, Noelle couldn’t say she didn’t gain a lot. Despite the fact she had endured the longest centuries of torture, pain, brutal honesty, hard work, lack of blood, and lack of civilization, everything that Vexen did to her had been to teach her something. He was a hard Master to please, and to not please him had meant torture far beyond most peoples wildest dreams. And still, everything he did had helped shape Noelle into the person that she is today.

Though even in this day and age, Noelle has yet to surpass even Vexen’s strength, that never stops her from trying anyways. He was in a few senses of the word stronger then she was, and even still is. But despite all of this, and despite everything she went through, it didn’t stop her. She pushed herself as far as she could go, her limits tested just about everyday for the longest time. At least until the last test was poised to her.

It was not only a test of strength, but also a test of emotion. As Vexen had explained it, emotions can cloud any persons judgment. Noelle needed to prove she could pass this test to be able to leave his territory and be free to go wherever she pleased. Except, the task that was forced upon her, wasn’t one she wanted to cooperate with. The challenge was simple. Kill Pierre.

As Vexen had explained it, Pierre had done severe wrong to the Blood Line, and had disobeyed his rules more times then none. He needed to suffer the consequences, and to do that meant death. As far as how she could kill him, he left that hanging in the air. As though he wanted her to make the decision herself. But for the fact that she had grown so close to him in so many centuries past, Noelle wasn’t at all willing to leave him. She still had feelings for him. But all the same, she needed to do this. Not only to prove she was worthy, but also prove to herself that she had overstepped every boundary that had been set before her by her parents, herself, and just about any other person that had control of her. She needed to know whether or not she was capable of something of the sort, and to do so meant she had proven herself worthy. She wouldn’t have spent centuries unable to do this. She needed to prove to herself she was more then capable of it.

Torture. Unlike anything that had been set before her, the challenge was pure torture in her eyes, both for herself and for Pierre. The task was simple enough. Kill Pierre. As far as how she did it was left up to her. But to simply kill him on the spot, it wouldn’t prove anything except she wanted to get it done and over with. What she wanted was to prove to Vexen that above all else, she was capable of this task. She wanted him to know she was by no means playing any games anymore. But to do that had meant she had to spend three long days being tortured. Only this time, she wasn’t the one receiving the torture, though just by doing it to another being that she had grown to love, it might as well have been three long days of torture for her as well.

Though in the end, after three long days, Noelle completed the task, finally putting an end to Pierre’s life. Though doing so had left her as cold as ever. Unable to feel at this point, there was nothing left for her to learn.

Vexen gave her free passage to leave France if she desired. And that’s what she did. Leaving France far behind, Noelle sought refuge within the United States, in a place by the name of Miami. Here she would become a Master over a few worthy humans that she decided to turn. But aside from that, Noelle had no real special part in Miami. And that’s for the most part how she wanted it. She didn’t want to be well known amongst all, because that would mean she would be turning into her parents. And that’s not what she intended.



Writing Sample:

It hadn’t been too long ago that Noelle had heard those exact words, though despite the fact that those words had been spoken quite often by someone she could now remember so clearly, she couldn’t put a face to the quote until that moment that she stood in the lone alleyway, just a small gap between two rundown buildings. The fact that now, of all times she remembered the quote, and who spoke it seemed rather odd in her eyes. She couldn’t completely understand why the memory came rushing back at her, but the fact of the matter was that it did come back to her. It had been Vexen’s words countless times before, and the words she had used as a good-bye to Pierre before finally killing him.

The memory of her ex-husband was so raw still that it hurt just to think about him. And of course, the fact that she could feel nothing anymore didn’t quote help. The fact that as the name of her former lover had suddenly been there in her head seemed to open up a rather recent wound in her heart. The fact that the only thing she could feel which she hadn’t been able to feel for quite sometime had been sorrow seemed to tick her off really to no end. The fact that she felt remorse for what she had done, and the fact that it was the first real emotion she had shown in quite some time, that just wasn’t helping her matters any. If anything, that tiny flicker of pain in her eyes, even if it was the barest of flickers would be enough for the others around her. The fact that they could see that in her eyes for the tiniest second would help her no longer.

‘Get a grip on yourself! There’s no reason to be thinking of this now!’ she snapped to herself, and even this didn’t seem to be enough.

No longer was she showing any sign of sorrow, but now the anger that had welled up deep within herself was starting to explode. The fact that she was angry at herself didn’t help, but there was no way really that she could control such anger that now it was at the surface. The only thing left for her to do would be to admit to the anger. She would have to give it the time to subside on it’s own, but to hold it down would make things worse.

Her pale fingers seemed to tighten around the warm skin within her grip, and as she brought her deadly blue-gray eyes upward, Noelle found her grip on the boys neck tightened just enough that he was squirming beneath her grasp just to get free. No doubt black spots were starting to cloud his vision, just like they had done to her countless times in the past.

“Please! Let him go!”

The girl behind Noelle was shouting her pleas now, almost as though she expected this to be enough to get her boyfriend off the hook. As though she expected her pleas to actually mean something in Noelle’s eyes. But the fact of the matter remained the same, as long as they were playing by her rules, they would suffer just like everyone else. Just because they were simple humans trying to enjoy a date didn’t give them any special treatment or any free passes in her eyes. She would have been content with leaving them along, but they didn’t leave her along. Why should she have been forced to give them that same respect if they cared to make jeering remarks at her in the first place? The answer was simple. She shouldn’t. Just because most other vampires were to kind, or chose to ignore these simple comments did not mean that Noelle had to be the exact same way.

“He didn’t mean anything by it!”

Now the girl - who couldn’t have been any older then seventeen or eighteen - had stepped forward, close enough to Noelle that she actually reached her arm out to touch Noelle’s arm, as though to tell her to stop.

Bad move.

Noelle smirked and with the speed far greater then any human could possess, she dropped the boy to the ground, turning to the girl that had dared to speak out to her in the first place. Reached out, Noelle grabbed her by the neck, lifting her off the ground just enough that her feet were unable to touch the ground no matter how hard to try. But even by lifting the girl, Noelle found the two of them were now at eye level with each other. And the look she was giving the girl was a very unfriendly look. A look that held the word Death deep within it.

For a moment, the two stayed like this, Noelle eyeing the girl while the girl try to squirm her way out of Noelle’s grip. In the background, the two of them could hear the choking coughs coming from the boy. He looked up pleadingly at Noelle.

“Let her go…Don’t hurt her for my mistake…” he choked this much out before drawing in yet another sharp breath.

A moment longer, Noelle thought about just killing them right then and there. But the fact that the police would be able to track it, especially since the three of them were in the middle of the town, didn’t seem to help Noelle’s cause much.

Slowly, the vampire released her grip on the girl, allowing her to fall to the ground and choke while trying to take in deep breaths. Turning her back to the pair of them, Noelle spoke just loud enough for the two to hear. In a voice unlike her usual unemotional tone, but now a deadly icy. A voice that would have sent shivers down someone’s spine.

“Cruelty has a human form, terror the human form divine.”

Vexen’s words down to a tee. Having gotten this out, Noelle strolled off and away from the alley, leaving the two humans to stare at one another in confusion, as though trying to make heads or tails of the words.

And the rest:
Anything else? If she gets accepted I will make an account for her, however if she does get accepted I would like to delete two of my previous characters (I will be PMing Rhia about that if this is the case).

Did you read the rules? Oui, Ma Petite

I have a character in mind... just need to get an app. written.

ABOUT YOU
Name: Yessie
Age: 18
Contact Info: You have it
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CHARACTER INFO
Character name: Kallisto [Καλλιστω]

**Derived from Greek καλλιστος (kallistos) meaning "most beautiful". In Greek mythology Kallisto was a nymph who was loved by Zeus. She was changed into a she-bear by Hera, and subsequently became the Great Bear constellation. This was also an ancient Greek personal name.
Nicknames: None, at least, none that she will allow without punishment
Character age: A few thousand years… though she has not been “alive” for all most of them. She is immortal for her vampirism is a curse bestowed upon her by the Gods.
Birthdate: April 24, 1184 BC
Gender: Female
Bloodline: Will be explained in history
Level: Extremely dominant and sadistic though she is not permitted to ever be a sourde de sang, she has many powers including an animal to call
Strengths: Kallisto is every bit as immortal as she was when she was born. Bathed in the River Styx to protect her by her mother as an infant, bestowed with the gifts of the muses by Zeus, her earlier lover, to be eternally musical and gifted in the arts, she may well be perfect to the untrained mortal eye. She is fast, lithe, beautiful, and dangerously stunning.
Animal to Call: As the Greek myth speaks of her curse, Kallisto can call the bears that she had been cursed to live upon. There is legend that she can shift into the form of the bear at will, but she never speaks of it and none have seen her do it. She is resentful of her ability at times, for the years she spent in exile remind her of her torture, but it is a useful power now that she has learned to be the master of it.
Seduction: Being Aphrodite’s daughter doesn’t come for nothing after all. She has the ability to make the loins of any man or woman ache just from bestowing a glance upon her body and even has her own cluster of servants to attend to her. All lust after her in one way or another, and she has been known to reward her people with the slightest stroke of her fingertips and bring them.
Torture She has always been good with this one, though her definition of torture I’m sure would differ from most. Torture is sexual. Painful. Bringing you to the edge of climax over and over again before deflating your sex drive and your ego in one painful stroke. Though violence has not been her favorite method, she has left scars in her victims to be remembered by. Hephaestus, well renown for his metalwork at the forge and creating indestructible handcuffs, gave her a pair after his wife, Aphrodite, freed her. These special little cuffs are elaborately adorned with designs and can only be opened by the keys from his forge.
Sunlight: Kallisto is barely phased by sunlight. After all, when your family comes from the mighty Mount Olympus, walking in daylight is something you simply are born a part of. She walks amongst the sunlight like any mortal, though she greatly prefers the evening, and is gawked at by confused mortals. She is able to walk amongst the sunlight due to her blood, but since her ‘breed’ is not that of day-walkers, she typically frequents the night.
Weaknesses Because of her hatred of Kallisto, Hera has often sought revenge on the woman. Now as the undead, she often haunts her nightmares and makes her relive the every moment she had on four legs, as a bear, before being thrown to the sky in a screaming fit as Zeus remained composed behind his wife.
Emotions: Kallisto has never experienced true love. She fell in love once before, was willing to give her body to Zeus in any way she could, but she was cursed and stranded amongst the stars. Only when her mother freed her and gave her the lesser evil of walking amongst the undead, did she truly realize that she would be void of true love and be forever jaded by her past experiences.
Lust: Though the powers that Kallisto has are not considered the same ardeur as Belle Morte, Kallisto has a lust that she has to feed. Being of Aphrodite’s blood, her veins run thick with sexual need and desire. Because of this, Kallisto has various pommes de sang, and requires sex as much or more than the blood she feeds upon. She screams of lust as you see her, and unlike the ardeur, and cannot be stifled. She moved with liquid grace that saunters her hips and makes any man’s loins tight with desire.
Children: Ever since Kallisto was filled with Zeus’ seed, the possibility of bearing children always was a dream to her. After losing what child she may have had, and being cursed by Hera herself, Kallisto has been incredibly weak around children. She has an incredibly strong maternal instinct and will fall empathetic and passionate to any child in need.
Stars: After being trapped amongst the stars, she has been one to be captivated by them. She will stare at them for hours, damning Hera for what she did to her centuries ago, knowing that she is unable to change what has occurred. She hates them yet she loves them, and damns Artemis for their beauty, which doesn’t usually go over too well.
Weapons carried on person:
-Seduction, though you’d be surprised how effective a weapon that could be
-Various blades created on Olympus that burn in the hand of any mortal and are more lethal than silver; only the cursed blades of Olympus can create her demise

Tell me about yourself
Hair colour/style: Long, dark, slightly curled ebony locks that run past her knees typically worn in a long braid or done elaborately up by one of her chambermaids
Eye colour: A vivid blue as dark as the midnight skies caressing the seas
Portrayal: Mena Suvari
Picture: CLICK! For picture.

Physical description: When your mother is the goddess of beauty and all things seductive, one could assume you were granted with such incredible beauty that you’re of no comparison to a mortal soul. In her case, this was in fact true. Kallisto’s hair is long wavy curls that fall to just below her knees, typically held back in a long braid or incredible weave work done by one of her chamberlains which held her hair up as if it was featherlight and not nearly as long as it was in truth. Waking up with the sun every morning, typically at least, she rings the small bell at her nightstand and summons forth one of her women that helps to dress her for the day and do her hair. It takes hours of tender fingers running through her hair to remove the dreaded knots and do the silky hair into the style of the day, but in the end the expert fingers of her women always had it looking absolutely stunning.
Typical attire for the woman tends to be of her time period, silky gowns that were loose about the body, belted with cords, or tied shut. Her figure is elegantly curvaceous, not an eyesore on wandering eyes, but rather beautiful slender curves that showed she had no waist and hips that were just barely wide enough to bear children. Her rear was small, tight, and often caressed by the silk of her gowns more so than the underwear that modern women were fond of. Kallisto looked like a goddess in even the slightest bit of clothing, and yes, even she knew it.

There was no shame in sitting before the mirror and watching herself there, her dark blue eyes staring back at her rarely shroud by more than a simple black liner. Cheeks were rarely rouged for she had a natural flush and her skin was pure and perfect. Every hour when the woman woke, be it evening or day when she chose to be about, a weak smile faced her in the looking glass where her tongue would run across her pointed fangs still not believing the life the fates had given her.

When meeting with people, strangers, others of power she wanted to impress, she would dress more modernly, in gowns that clung to her tiny frame and ran loose and flowing to the floor. She rarely wore heels, but when she did, she was elevated to a height that was nearly six feet or greater and had a presence about her that demanded attention. She was the princess of seduction in looks, and the heiress of hell from the fates.
Likes:
-sex
-men
-women
-pain
-the daylight
-children
-music
-evening
-the ocean
-life
Dislikes:
-bad sex
-being turned down
-strong-smelling perfumes etc.
-liars
-cheaters
-modern society
-humans that think nothing of her
-modern-day Greece
-Hera
-the Underworld
-being what she is
Fears:
-being forgotten
-cursed further
-being given back to the stars
-being stuck on earth forever
-death
Nervous habits:
-biting her lip
-letting her eyes turn empty and black without her realizing it, a sign of her immortal curse
-pacing
-accidentally calling upon the Gods in her time of need… then forgetting that she was banished

Personality description: After being abandoned by the such a young age, one learns to lose the optimism life had always brought with it. Faithful and intimately religious to the temples of her mother and the other handful of gods she praises, Kallisto has become cautious. She knows not to love, and has realized that it comes at too high a cost to endure. She is not willing to risk losing her life again nor that of those near and dear to her. Because of that, she does not have intimate lovers or ‘family’ but rather those that serve her needs and are dismissed.

Not much of an optimist, Kallisto is also not much of a pessimist. She lies low and keeps her alliances to herself with a neutral outlook at the bland world around her. Now in America, the beauty of the vineyards and great Mediterranean air is gone, and it saddens her immensely. A part of hear heart is crushed at having lost her homeland, but in reality, her homeland has been gone for thousands of years. Quick of tongue, Kallisto has wit and a sometimes dry sense of humor. She will be the one to make a fool of you before she kills you or wears you to beg for the remnants of your life.

Most of all however, Kallisto is fair. To a degree. She will hear people out, even if she despises the very words you utter. She feels that death and torture without meaning is simply cowardice, and would rather have you die fighting for your life and her understanding why you thought your life was so important, than to simply have her way. Of course there was the other side of Kallisto, the side that smiled and brought two mirrored dimples to her cheeks and had the laughter that made the world seem to glow with sunshine. She listens with a strange astute ear, and has always appreciated fairness and honesty to others and to herself.

Take me home to meet mom and dad:
Parents: Aphrodite [the immortal Goddess of Love, Lust and Beauty] & an unnamed Spartan General
Siblings: None from her father, but she has many immortal and demigod siblings from Aphrodite’s blood
Children: None [might have been impregnated by Zeus, but she’ll never know]

History: Not every vampire can boast that they came from the lines of Aphrodite and one of the greatest fighters of the great Spartan wars. Nor could the general really boast that one day as he returned from the field of battle, victorious, the goddess herself had bestowed a baby in his arms. The battle had been long, gory and grueling, taking every ounce of his energy and attention and leaving various wounds across his mostly bare body besides the armor that clung to his muscled frame. His general’s ring glistened in the candlelight as he rode home, and discovered that his home had been abandoned by the woman he had devoted his heart to for he was too bloody for her likings.

Spartan generals were not treated kindly in their childhood. Their entire upbringing was to live and kill, and so that was what he did best. He created heirs and even the most precious little heiress, for that was what he was supposed to do. But upon noticing that his beloved wife and children were gone, he was distraught, and paid a visit to the temple of Aphrodite, the beloved goddess of love, beauty and lust. He had been blessed with his children before, and now they were gone. They had been the most beautiful children he had laid his eyes upon. Graced with beauty and the most warming laugh. But it was all gone before his very eyes. Sort of.

Sitting on the floor of Aphrodite’s temple, the man prayed to her spirit, calling upon her atop the mighty peaks of Olympus and speaking through tears of his wish. He wished for a child, a daughter, not even desiring a male heir to continue his line. The power and beauty of a woman was too powerful, too great, and the feeling of holding his daughter in his arms was something he could never forget. He prayed for a babe, a little girl that would not be hurt the way his children could be, the way he was, the way the people that had died at his hand had. Walking away from the temple, leaving his General’s ring at the altar for the goddess as a gift, he gave her the most precious thing to him he had left.

Many years passed and the General grew old and lonely, never finding love or siring children that made his heart flutter since the day he returned home. However, on his death bed, the General summoned the goddess Aphrodite, wondering why, after so long, he had never felt her graces as he had in the past. Little did he know, she would come to him in human form, and offer him a writhing bundle of blankets. The goddess stood of to one side of the bed, watching in silence as the elderly man tenderly moved the blanket from the babe’s face.

The child cooed, dark blue eyes, the shade of good sapphires stared up at him and brought the man that held her to tears. The Spartans did not cry. Generals did not feel this way. Wrinkled fingers brushed across the child’s warm cheek, her dark hair mere fuzz atop her porcelain skin. She was divine. Beautiful. More than he could ever ask for. Glancing to the woman that had merely appeared, he was in the midst of expressing his gratitude, when the goddess disappeared the way she had came—into thin air. Holding the child in his arms for both the first and the last time, the old General passed into the eternal realms of the heavens as the newborn child born of the mighty goddess Aphrodite and himself lived onward.

And so Kallisto grew up, her name the last words from the lips of her father before he was taken to the heavens. She had never actually visited Olympus, for after all, she was a mere demigod, a mere immortal stuck in the mortal world and never good enough for the walk of the gods. Her life was beautiful, for her mother visited her and brought her gifts, Athena baring beautiful trinkets for her to hold onto forever, including the golden necklace smoldered by her mother’s husband at the forge. As a child she never saw the beauty of the immortal realm beyond the literature of those that walked among her on earth. But playing with the enchanted dolls of the gods, seeing her mother either in her head as she prayed to her and visited her temple nearly every day, or in the rare visits the gods and goddesses visited on earth. Hearing the strange tinkling that followed when Hermes appeared wearing his regal golden winged slippers always brought a smile to her lips and made her hug him tight in her small frame as she took from him the letters addressed to her name.

Time passed, and the little girl grew up into a beautiful young woman. Her skin glowed in the candlelight, the perfect honeyed complexion of her immortal and Spartan heritage. Athena was her most frequent visitor, for her father being a well renowned Spartan general, had been under her eye for very many long years. Now there was Kallisto, and Athena watched fondly over the girl as she came of age. Kallisto matured rather young for her age, the rest of the girls around her having not yet reached puberty. She ripened young and soon took the figure of a beautiful young woman, even as a teenager. She had the eyes of men following her as she moved, and women secretly burning with envy at how even the most loyal of husbands couldn’t help but stare. Kallisto couldn’t help herself for she was in fact of her mother’s bloodline, and to her, it seemed perfectly normal to be sitting before the mirror, braiding her long hair to let it lie down behind her as she moved, and watching out of the corner of her eye the men that flocked her small villa with various others of her age.

Kallisto, ever curious, received the education that no girl ever was expected to receive. She was inquisitive, curious, and demanded to know how to both read and write, and to perform arithmetic like the boys of her age. She may have been what today might be considered a ‘tomboy’, but by no means was it questioned that the delicate curves of her body were very much female. Sitting before the fire, a book in her lap by the candlelight, Kallisto read herself to sleep, her body clad in her white cotton nightgown that she typically wore to bed with its golden embroidery of olive branches. Suddenly the young woman awoke with a start, and was faced with a world of light so strong that she had to shield her sleep-ridden, candle-accustomed gaze from the new world she appeared in.

Standing beside her was Athena, one of the other Goddesses that she frequented in her temple after classes. Her jaw dropping a bit, a small gasp leaving her throat before she curtsied politely to the goddess, she rose when told to do so and let her gaze wash across every inch of the new world she had walked into. This must be it, Mt. Olympus, the thoughts ran across her mind before the goddess beside her laughed richly. Aphrodite appeared suddenly, joining her fellow goddess and daughter with a warm smile as at last her demigod daughter walked the immortal heavens of the gods. She was led about the kingdom, shown the many wonders of this new world, and even got the attentions of the lesser-gods, for standing beside Aphrodite herself, Kallisto was even more captivating.

Walking into Zeus’ palace, she followed the spiral staircase to the chambers where she was told to meet the god of Olympus himself. Seeing the man, every inch of his body sun-kissed, tight with muscle and raw with power, her gaze washed over him. A soft noise left her throat, and standing before the god of all things, Kallisto realized what it meant to be of Aphrodite’s blood. Zeus beckoned her, the young woman’s body floating towards him as her hair brushed her back. Grasping the braid and bringing it to her front, she undid the ribbon as she walked and let down her hair for the mighty god. He grew ripe and full at seeing her very approach, and though he could never bed his daughter Aphrodite, he could in fact bed she.

Kallisto was taken into the bed of the God, her still-virgin body taken by the man and leaving her gasping beneath him. The power of sex filled the room, her own aura of energy enveloping the both of them while the sturdy strength of the man spoke of power as well. A low grumble of thunder filled the clouds of Olympus for his seed had planted itself deep within the former virgin’s body and he had been sated by the powers of a goddess trapped in offspring corrupted with mortal blood. Though she was immortal, it did not make her a goddess, and next to her mother, she was nothing.

The woman, now nestled in her Greek lovers’ arms, lie there for what felt like an eternity, before screaming as she awoke. Frantic eyes looked about where she was, but she did not recognize this place. She was not home, she was not in the bed of the mighty god, but instead she was chained snugly with ordinary chains that bound her to the cool stone wall behind her. Her body was nude, as it had been when she had fallen asleep with the god of this over world, but her hair, all of her precious hair, had been chopped away and left butchered at her shoulders. She didn’t know what aspect of her current situation made her cry, but nevertheless, she did.

Screaming as pain ripped across her body, the scent of burning flesh tainted her nostrils. Her own flesh, scorched by lightning. She didn’t need to see who was doing this to her, for she knew it was Zeus himself. However, the cynical chuckle she heard from over her shoulder was not in the least bit masculine. The god pled for her freedom, her forgiveness, but mighty Hera had her own hold on the man that was her husband and lover. He was not to bed virgins, not to bed tainted mortal blood, but he had, and she was getting her revenge. “Tread softly my bear,” she had said, a scream that turned deeper and deeper as the melody continued, the woman was freed from the chains to fall to all four… paws.

No longer was the beautiful descendent of Aphrodite human or alluring, she was nothing, nothing but a bear the same shade of ebony as her hair. Releasing a mighty roar and shaking in her newly acquired frame, Kallisto bolted towards the goddess, but it was too late. The woman disappeared, Zeus in tow. Glancing about the now empty chamber, she sought escape, but found none. Heaving herself into the stone walls provided no leeway, and she realized she was in fact trapped. Suddenly, she felt as if she were being lifted, higher and higher out of the chamber but she couldn’t see where she was going. Soon enough however, the great creature was tossed to the sky to remain as beautiful stars in the sky where her lovers could watch her tread across the sky.

She could not feel. She could not live. She was nothing. Her body was empty, meaningless, forever restricted to the sky above, watching the life she had led from the heavens. Many years passed, the first millennium passing her by as she screamed through the night. She watched as kingdoms rose and fell. As people lived and died. She heard children laughing and pointing at the sky as they saw the great bear that roamed amongst the stars. She was cursed to eternal damnation. Eternal hunger. Eternal thirst.

Still more centuries passed, and at last her star seemed to fall from the sky and never break the horizon again. Falling to the earth with a dull thud, Kallisto’s body shifted and moved, turning into the familiar human body she had thousands of years ago. Puzzled, confused, she opened her lips to scream, but the gentle fingertips of her mother stopped her. “I have brought you back from the stars my child,” Aphrodite said to the shivering and trembling girl, “I did not bless you for nothing,” and a small smile crossed the immortal goddess’ lips. “I have paid a large price for your soul to return to you dearest Kallisto,” and for the first time ever, sorrow was heard in the mighty goddess’ voice, “and though you will forever walk amongst the undead, a link to Hades, I will never abandon you again,” and with Aphrodite’s promise and blessing still echoing around the still timeless place where she had fallen, the goddess disappeared.

Kallisto returned to Greece, the civilizations she had known there no longer. Buildings were ruins, if in existence at all, and the mighty Spartans were nothing. What had happened in such a long time? she had wondered, and could not believe what she saw. Gasping at the sights, the sounds, they all ached her ears. Her tongue ran itself across her pointed teeth, trying to get used to the fangs that were there. The vampires had been creatures of nothingness in her day, a weak species living life in exile but never truly anything to fret. Now however, they were the things that went ‘bump!’ in the night and had children screaming for their mommies.

Never had the immortal daughter of Aphrodite thought she would continue her life like this. Never had she thought she’d visit Olympus and bed the mighty god himself. There were many ‘nevers’ in her life, but this was one she hadn’t seen coming. She fed, the first night, and the first man to ravish himself of her beauty. She still had her mother’s charm it seemed, and she fed off the lust, the blood, and loved every minute of the combined sensation. Her orgasm hit her long and hard, and brought the man trembling beneath her with the sheer power she bore. Grinning with that set of newly acquired fangs, Kallisto knew that this new life might not be so bad after all.

The world was a battle of beauty versus brains, and put the two in a single, very-much-desirable package, and you had yourself a mirror image of perfection. Add in the pointed fangs and the terrible need to feed off of sex and blood, and the perfection scale was only slightly off balance. It had been so long since she had seen her mother, her ‘relatives’, but still she prayed to them every night. She was like no one else in this new world—she stalked both day and night and thrived off of power of all sorts. What she was, was never truly understood by the woman in the first few years of her new lifetime as the undead, but she lived and let live, for the most part.

She met many men, had many lovers, and even bed some of the women that were waiting on her. She was every bit as desirable as she had been before, if not more so. Her gaze captivated her mortal audience, captivated them, and drew them to her bed in flocks. Kallisto’s perfect world lasted only a few hundred years, for as time passed, a need for loyalty and a taste for punishment grew within her body. She had servants, those that did what she demanded, and if they followed her orders, they were rewarded—otherwise… well, she was now one of Hades’ kind after all. Welcome to hell.

Time passed and so did her countries of residence, leaving her beloved Greek homeland with only a select few of her servants in tow. She was off towards the new world, America, full of many surprises for the world that lie just beyond the ocean. Planes were curious things to her, and frightened her to death. Only then did she see her mother, as her soul screamed with fear and her thoughts were frantic prayers to Aphrodite herself. She bestowed the heavy cuffs in her hands and placed them gently in the now-vampire’s lap. They wouldn’t harm her, but they would keep her still. Clasping her wrist to the seat, she sighed with a soothing relief. She had one of Hephaestus’ gifts of her own, that could only be opened with the key from his forge. Kallisto arrived in America, her accent still heavy with her ancient Greek she continued to practice, but the knowledge of any and all languages that her mother had given her along on the plane ride. A rather large box had come along with the cuffs, and inside was all of the legal documents she’d need in this new country. Grinning to herself and leaving the plane, the woman entered the wild world of the USA as a force to be reckoned with.


Writing Sample: Nighttime. It danced across her large villa and had her staring out at the ocean from her opened double doors. Dark eyes were closed, not viewing the ocean at the particular moment in time as the scent of seafoam washed across her body. This air was not pure. Not the same as what she had thrived on for centuries in her beloved Mediterranean homeland. The white silk of her gown brushed across her bare legs, the wind moving the material as the sun set atop the ocean. This was what she lived for now—watching the sun rise and fall like others of her kind could never do. It was a gift, the only thing her curse gave her, and she thanked Apollo for his beautiful sun with a soft prayer and greeted Artemis’ moon welcomingly. This night she was not bothering to preoccupy herself with the pains the star-studded sky could bring. It was a full moon, and she loved bathing in the moonlight.

A soft sigh left her lips, and the woman walked onto the damp balcony before her. It overlooked the ocean, and if she stood atop the rail she could dive into the rush of the rapid waters below. Putting her arms out to either side before her, her palms turned towards the rush of the ocean. “I hear you Poseidon,” she whispered into the cool night air, “And your oceans lull me from my slumber,” she said with a purr, her voice rolling off of her tongue like the most succulent honey as she stood at the edge of the porch, away from the rails of the platform. Her voice pierced into the night, a song she sang as a child in ancient Greek leaving her lips as she spoke to the oceans. Poseidon heard her, she was sure of it, for the waves of the ocean kissed her feet and left a seashell at her side. Laughing a pure and innocent laughter Kallisto knelt to reach for it, and plucked it from where the god had placed it. Caressing the salmon shaded hue she kissed the mollusk and tucked it into her bosom.

She stood like this for several long minutes, basking in the glow of the fading rays of sun as the moon became a piercing white glow in the night. “Artemis, you never fail to take my breath away,” the vampire said hoarsely, and watched the sun and the moon exchange reign in the sky. It was almost as if she could reach that moon herself. She closed her eyes and felt the glow of the moonlight on her furred body in the sky. Yes, she could feel the moon in ways no mortal could. A soft fur was felt brushing across her calves, a small smile crossing the woman’s lips as she moved her long braid off of one shoulder so she could kneel to be at the creature’s height. “You have grown so much my sweet Ursa,” she said as she kissed the ebony cub’s nose, running her palm along the dense fur, “You will be a big strong creature as your mother was, I know it,” and with that the cub licked the woman’s palm as if he read her thoughts. He was not a lycan, but he was the true wild beast that her animal-to-call had always been meant to be.

Wrapping her arms around the thick neck of the creature, Kallisto remained with the bear until the sun finally disappeared and Apollo gave into the queen of the night. Stroking the silken fur idly, she slowly rose as she blew a kiss to the many things she loved of nighttime nature. “Come sweet Ursa, let us go be waited upon,” and with that the vampire disappeared back into her bedchamber, the cub following obediently at her heels with a soft roar of obliging as her servants came to tend upon her. The night was so very young, and she had no intention of it going to waste.

And the rest:
Anything else?

Did you read the rules? Oui, ma petite

I don't suppose anyone knows when this is supposed to end, do they? Because if I cannot use Noelle for this, I would still like to use her later on around the site :)

ABOUT YOU
Name: Shauna
Age: 20
Contact Info: See other Apps
How you found us: Ya’ll are never gonna get rid of me

CHARACTER INFO
Character name: Marius
Nicknames: None
Character age: 959
Birthdate: March 15, 1049 Becoming a vampire – December 26, 1077
Gender: Male
Bloodline: Nemhain/Moroven
Level: Master
Strengths:
Charming personality
Able to stare into the face of terror without flinching
Ability to disassociate himself from the prim and proper man he is to the public and the frightening man he can become while torturing someone so he may feed from their fear

Weaknesses
Some say he has a split personality but they are one just very different sides to the same coin
Without his Sourdre de Sange he feels lost
His ties to Moroven

Weapons carried on person: None

Tell me about yourself
Hair colour/style:Black hair long in the front, a few strands that stay around his eyes and shorter in the back
Eye colour: Green, more vibrant piercing emerald green when using his power
Portrayal: Goran Visnjic
Picture:

Physical description: A tall dark and handsome man at first glance, Marius is 6’3” with a pale olive complexion most Eastern Europeans have. His hair is always worn long enjoying the feel of it against his face when the strands fall forward. It is also an ally when he hides his face. His build is lean and muscular, carved from days of labor on the farm he grew up on. Usually he is wearing Armani suits when out in public never one to let down a crowd, always in black and white, he enjoys the formality it brings to an occasion. His eyes are the most striking of his appearance, any who get to look into them say they sparkle like emeralds and only become more vibrant as he uses power.

Likes: Dancing, structure, fear/terror caused in others (even more so if it’s by his hand), women
Dislikes: Being manipulated although in vampire politics it happens often, chaos unless caused by him, most modern music
Fears: Sunlight of course, Nemhain even though he has the highest respect for his Mistress he is not dumb enough to not fear her and all she can do.
Nervous habits: None he knows of, possibly becoming more ‘undead’ - not as human making some uncomfortable

Personality description: At least a paragraph, try to include character's views on life, and just over all personality.
Marius appears to be nothing but a gentleman, at least to the public. His servants in his home in Eastern Europe knew this to be one of his facades, for the real Marius struck fear into the hearts of many. His outlook is very bleak for mankind, they are there for few purposes and one is to sustain his kind. An elitist may be a good word to describe Marius for he believes himself to be above many and below very few – mostly his Soure de Sang and the Vampire Council.

Take me home to meet mom and dad:
Parents: Nikola and Sven – deceased
Siblings:None
Children: Ana – deceased

History: From birth to now...at least 4 paragraphs.
Marius was born at the end of a harsh winter in Mikhaylovgrad, Bulgaria, near Serbia. His mother gave birth to him in the middle of the night. He was their first and only child. They felt blessed for they were an older couple who never thought they would have any children at all. Marius came into their lives and all was well. He helped on the farm with the sheep his father bred and sold. He led a simple life growing up on his parent’s farmstead. His attention soon turned from sheep and vegetable patches to a fair young maiden Ivana. The town had always been superstitious especially of She who Shall not be Named, being blamed for many of the disappearances not only in Mikhaylovgrad, but all over Europe. His father always told him he had a talent for people, many visited their home and settled near them.

Marius quickly dismissed these as folk tales of the old ways and did not pay much attention to them. In fact his attention was not given to anyone except Ivana. Sadness soon crept into the young man’s heart as his parents passed away, his father first, leaving him the man of the house for 2 months until he became the sole owner when his mother passed away. Losing the two rocks in his life within such a small time frame took a toll on Marius. Ivana took notice and they spent more and more time together, he trying to balance of the homestead as well as courting the 3 years younger Ivana. Spring came and before the planting season took full swing, Ivana became his wife bringing life back into the house.

Marius continued his work in the community, growing the small town into a thriving city. He was the center for their town, always going to him with problems with each other, the land, or wildlife. Ivana helped, always welcoming people into their home, teaching many of the children from other families. Marius knew she would make a great mother one day, though he didn’t know the day would come so soon.

Marius did not think he could be happier until he found out he was to be a father. Soon a bundle of joy they named Ana came into their lives. Yes life was well for him, his family, and their farm. Simple people living simple lives. Ana grew up learning about animals and going between shadowing her father and mother doing the daily chores. She was now 11 and finding her own way in the world. Ivana, needing to go to town for some supplies, took Ana to see more than just the few farms near theirs. As Marius waved goodbye to the two women in his lives as they made their way on horseback to the city proper before getting back to his daily chores. The ride was an hour there and another back, they should have been back by nightfall, but as the sun began to set Marius watched the road with no sight of them.

Going to get his horse to follow their trail, he was mere moments from home when he found a grizzly scene. Both the horses in which his daughter and wife road on were lying dead, Marius jumped off in a frenzy of worry, despair, and anger. No they weren’t there; he thought a wave of relief quickly followed by worry once again. He didn’t know where they were. A voice called out to him from the dark, “I know where they are…you want to save them, don’t you?” The voice was sweet and comforting, lulling in Marius. “Yes! Who are you?! Where did you take them? Answer me!” he shouted to the air.

A soft cackle echoed through his mind, “Come and save them if you can…follow my voice.” Marius was in no state to argue with this unseen woman and quickly urged his horse forward until about 50 yards from a stone tower where the horse would go no further. Leaving him near a tree a cautious Marius walked to the door and knocked before entering. A beautiful blonde woman descended the stairs to greet him. No it was not his Ivana, another woman. “Who are you?” he asked brazen and bold with anger at his wife and child still missing. “I am the things of nightmares, the one who no one will even dare to utter my name.” The realization that she was not a folk tale took its toll on Marius, but quickly regaining his composure he did not look into her eyes. “You…where is Ivana, where is Ana?!” The laugh that felt like sandpaper grinding on his skin flowed through the room. “Ah your dear wife and child? They are being…helped to their quarters. Do not worry over them my dear Marius, for I have been watching you. You are a man of decent quality who has brains and brawn. Do you wish to spare them Marius, for you have heard the things I could do to them.”

She was a vampire, the stories said that much, but he did not know what she was capable of, but he would sacrifice himself before letting any harm befall Ivana or Ana. “I will take their place if you let me” he said with such defeat in his voice Nemhain gave a genuine laugh of pleasure form it. “Then you shall be mine.” Nemhain walked him down into a small dark room and there he saw both his wife and daughter shackled to the walls. She forced the door closed right in front of his face, Marius clamored at the door but it was held steady with iron. Turning from the door with tears on his face she looked him in an adjoining room so he could see his family but not touch them.

As he stayed in the room he heard and saw his wife and daughter be tortured to death, Nemhain taking the time feeding from them, all three of them, for Marius was scared as well for them. At the end of the week they had died and Marius was now a hers, a vampire, an immortal doomed to live his life for her. The brilliance of Nemhain is the ability to create terror and scenes in a person’s mind they believe happened. Ivana and Ana were truly at home wondering where Marius had left to, everything he saw was apart of her calculated plan. Plus a man with nothing to live for becomes the undead much easier.

Without a will to live, Marius did not fight being turned into vampire. A large part of him withered away as he began to rise at night and bend to the will of Nemhain. He had no fear of speaking her name though not many of her vampires had the same gall to do so. He was clay in the vampire's hands, being molded to fit her need. He started off learning exactly how she fed besides blood. His torture lasted year upon years, perhaps even a decade or so. The rest of his humanity, what little was left after 'seeing' his wife and child die powerless to help them, quickly evaporated as the first days passed. Apparently Nemhain could rise earlier than he thought, she was also able to walk in sunlight, a frightening prospect used on him as torture as well.

When he was fully broken and in her control, she set forth her plan, educating Marius, sending him all over Europe to be as well rounded as any noble or King in the whole of Europe. Marius, being a simple farm peasant had much to learn, but he had a knack for languages and quickly learned English, Greek, French, Italian, Spanish, Russian (which was quickly learned because it was close to Bulgarian), Dutch, German, and Arabic over the course of his schooling in not only human history, but vampire history, customs and politics.

Marius had grown quickly in power during his travels. When he returned to Nemhain, now residing in Ireland, he had the knowledge of a scholar and still his personality would find him people to feed from throughout his trip. Lulling such nice people into a false sense of security and he would feed from them, either by blood or pushing his limits with causing stirrings of terror in them.

She had observed him from during his humanity growing the small town into a growing city, being the go between for feuds between families, and when called for being the law and order. Yes he was the one she needed to grow more. She sent for him as rested in her bedroom, a long flowing white gown spread across her bed as she laid waiting patiently. Knocking before he entered, Marius awaited a welcome from his Mistress. When he received it, he walked in, knelt at the foot of her bed and greeted her cordially. "Marius, you have known me to long to use such formalities with me. Come sit" Nemhain patted the bed near her and he went. "I have a position for you Marius, you have the qualities needed."

With that line, his position with Nemhain changed. He was now her recruiter. Where many tried anything to escape her grasp, Marius relished in it, learning more and more about his control of causing visions in a person to see what they feared the most to the art of torturing humans and vampires to the edge of death or insanity without crossing the line until it was his choice. He enjoyed his life by her side, until she was stolen from him and locked away in a tower where she could not terrorize anymore.

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America, the land he had been to seldomly, feeling much more at home in Europe. They were pioneers though, granting rights to people like himself. His chartered jet had landed, it was 1 AM, perfect timing to not have to worry about the sun. Yes his Mistress had the power to walk in sunlight, but he never ventured out during the day, not able to even entertain the idea he had gotten that strength from her. No, it was the moon that was his companion. They had flown into a small airport a few hours from Miami. He wanted to make sure his correspondence from Bulgaria had reached the Mistress Strigoi before he even attempted to set foot in Miami.

The black Lexus pulled up as he unbutton his black sport coat and slipped into the car as the door opened for him. Speaking to him in Bulgarian, what he always addressed his staff in, "Mistress Strigoi received my letter." It was not a question but a statement of fact, if the driver knew what was best for him. "Yes Mr. Marius, she has." "Good. Then I do not see any problems with the Mistress of Miami." Marius had done careful research into where he would call home after Nemhain was imprisoned. He looked into many cities, but none had quite the draw on him that Miami did. Plus the Mistress used to live in Romania, that practically made them family.

"We shall not impede on her tonight. I am sure she already knows of my arrival not only through my letter, but the purchasing of my home and the fact we are entering her territory." The driver knew he was not addressing him, just merely speaking outloud. "I am looking forward to seeing Mistress Strigoi, something to remind me of Eastern Europe right here in Miami."

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