Title: Layla
Layla - April 25, 2008 03:53 AM (GMT)
ABOUT YOU
Name: Steph
Age: 17
Contact Info: See Mia/Angelica
How you found us: as before.
CHARACTER INFO
Character name: Layla
Nicknames: None
Character age: 1102
Birthdate: 3rd of May 906 AD. Turned at 16th February 938 AD.
Gender: Female
Bloodline: Morte D’amour
Level: Master
Strengths: Torture, getting what she wants through fear, manipulation, Politics, Rotting/reforming ability, ability to cause “corruption” in her victims. She can call snakes, though has an affinity with Cobras. Normal things.
Weaknesses Sun, fire, her tendency towards sadism which has been known to distract her. Morte D’Amour, who she fell in love with to no avail. Normal things.
Weapons carried on person: A set of twin daggers, one silver, one steel. Usually hidden under clothes in easy to access places.
Tell me about yourself
Hair colour/style: Rich brown.
Eye colour: Brown
Portrayal: Leonor Varela
Picture:
Physical description: Leyla has wavy brown hair, about mid back length. Often kept up in elaborate styles. She wears more old fashioned clothes than modern and can often be found in the simpler but flattering styles of the ancient peoples of Egypt, Rome, Greece. Around her right leg she has a tattoo of a king cobra with bright red eyes. It looks almost real, sometimes. She has brown eyes and a seemingly kind face when she’s behaving herself, but can easily make herself into someones worse nightmare, and do it with good cheer. Her ears are pierced, and she often wears elaborate earings/jewellery. Her skin is a pale brown, like milky coffee. There's a scar of a cross on her left shoulder blade.
Likes: Morte D’amour, torturing people, dressing up, shapeshifters, snakes, old stories, fashion, fights.
Dislikes: Necromancers, fire, sunlight
Fears: Sunlight, Holy water. Morte D’amour. The Dragon (as in, the council member.) Harlequin, The Sweet Dark, being left alone for long times.
Nervous habits: She tends to go still, or fiddle with her clothes and hair.
Personality description: Leyla is a seemingly cheerful person, though what makes her cheerful is distinctly more morbid than most people. She tends towards being sadistic, though she rewards those who are good to her and treats them with many gifts and things they desire. She likes to dress people up, and is fond of colour, particualy on shapeshifters.
She doesn’t completely understand why most find her abilities so terrifying, but has been known to use it as torture or to get her way. Having spent much time with her master, she knows much about politics and what goes on with the council – though she seldom tells anyone else. She can love, but does so rarely, mostly forms a fondness for certain people. She loves her master. She would much rather fight than ignore someone.
Take me home to meet mom and dad:
Parents: Masika (mother), Menkaura (father)
Siblings: None
Children: One, when she was human. A girl named Naeemah.
History: Born to a small farming family in Egypt on the Nile, she spent much of her time as a child helping her mother and playing with the other children. She learnt how to tend the animals, make clothes, cook among other things. When she was older she worked as a seamstress and made many clothes for the people of her region. She fell in love when she was 23 and married. She had a baby at 24 and named her Naeemah – “Benevolent”. She in turn taught her daughter what needed to be known as she grew up. Her daughter was the centre of her life, as her husband had become abusive and intolerable. When she was 32 she and her daughter were out for a walk as the sun was setting along the Nile and some men grabbed her – she doesn’t know what happened to her child.
The men had grabbed her because she looked appealing, and they thought their master would enjoy her as a feast. They were unnaturally strong and she felt they were strange. She fought them, wanting to go back to find her child but they were stronger than her and she had no choice but to go with them.
Taking them to their master who spoke in words she did not understand, she was confused but still fighting, not willing to give in. Inside a small hut on the outskirts of the town the strange speaking man looked her over. He smelt like death to her and she didn’t like him, she spat in his face when he held her by her chin. The last part of that she remembers is his hand rotting against she skin, she screamed and blacked out.
When she awoke again she was confused, frightened and hungrier than she had felt ever in her life. She could hear everything, it was all brighter, clearer as if she had been blind and now she saw. One of Morte D’amours shapeshifters came to check on her and she killed him simply because she did not know better and it stopped the pain of hunger because she fed off of him. Hearing the commotion, others came and dragged her into the masters chambers. She still did not understand him, but this is where her lessons began.
He kept her near him for over 400 years, teaching her about language, art, history, the beauties of pain and torture as well as the horrors. She fell in love with him but it was a one way street, still though she strove for favour, and much of the time got it. Though her tempter still got her in trouble. He liked to lock her in a room surrounded by blessed crosses when she was too bad, the smell of shapeshifters always drifting into the room from outside, though she could not feed. Once she was so hungry that by the time they got her out there was no humanity left in her. It took her a year to recover properly. When she was back to normal again she found she had a scar on her shoulder of one of the crosses, she presumed she fell back against the wall but couldn’t remember. During her time with him she earned much of his trust, and also gained master status – eventually realizing she could call snakes.
Ever since she’s spent her time between Morte D’Amour and travelling, staying in one place for a decade or two than moving on, or going where he desired, acting as his eyes and ears wherever she went. Never particually interested in the petty battles of city Masters, she keeps mostly to herself in those concerns, though she often has a travelling companion. Morte D’Amour sent her to America a few years ago and ever since she’s been wandering around, as she pleased before coming to Miami.
Writing Sample: A stretch of beach, a lot of buildings and the stench of modern urban life. She did not appreciate it, not nearly as much as many vampires seemed to. Still, she supposed it had it’s advantages. From what she had noticed there was a rather large population of shapeshifters – food. Then the humans, of course, but she had more of a taste for the shapeshifters than humans. She hadn’t fed off of them in years. Mostly due to her schedule, and humans in America were so picky.
Stretching her legs out as she rose from the park bench she had been sitting on, Layla considered where she could go. Clubs had a lot of willing victims, and she was getting a little hungry.. But.
Making her way through the city almost unnoticed Layla headed towards the horizon, the sand. The water. When she arrived, she smiled. There was some teenagers down the beach, they sounded like they were playing games. She didn’t feel like disturbing them, it would only take one to cry wolf before the police had a warrant out on her. She didn’t think them worth the bother.
Looking out over the seas she took off her shoes – elegant looking while heels with gold trimmings – and walked out along the sand. It felt coarse between her cold toes, under the soles of her feet – but she didn’t mind. It felt familiar, but not. A long lost dream of Egypt and her former life. She could see her young child, smell the Nile, the harvests, the incense at the temple. She could smell it all. Taste it almost. But this was only the ocean, and only a new civilisation. It hadn’t existed before her. And this was not her homeland. She sighed. She missed Egypt, but more than that she missed her master. She had no interest in any of the people here – despite Morte D’Amour’s insistence she should amuse herself while she was away.
And the rest:
Anything else?
Did you read the rules? ADMIN EDIT
Name: Steph
Age: 17
Contact Info: See Mia/Angelica
How you found us: as before.
CHARACTER INFO
Character name: Layla
Nicknames: None
Character age: 1102
Birthdate: 3rd of May 906 AD. Turned at 16th February 938 AD.
Gender: Female
Bloodline: Morte D’amour
Level: Master
Strengths: Torture, getting what she wants through fear, manipulation, Politics, Rotting/reforming ability, ability to cause “corruption” in her victims. She can call snakes, though has an affinity with Cobras. Normal things.
Weaknesses Sun, fire, her tendency towards sadism which has been known to distract her. Morte D’Amour, who she fell in love with to no avail. Normal things.
Weapons carried on person: A set of twin daggers, one silver, one steel. Usually hidden under clothes in easy to access places.
Tell me about yourself
Hair colour/style: Rich brown.
Eye colour: Brown
Portrayal: Leonor Varela
Picture:
Physical description: Leyla has wavy brown hair, about mid back length. Often kept up in elaborate styles. She wears more old fashioned clothes than modern and can often be found in the simpler but flattering styles of the ancient peoples of Egypt, Rome, Greece. Around her right leg she has a tattoo of a king cobra with bright red eyes. It looks almost real, sometimes. She has brown eyes and a seemingly kind face when she’s behaving herself, but can easily make herself into someones worse nightmare, and do it with good cheer. Her ears are pierced, and she often wears elaborate earings/jewellery. Her skin is a pale brown, like milky coffee. There's a scar of a cross on her left shoulder blade.
Likes: Morte D’amour, torturing people, dressing up, shapeshifters, snakes, old stories, fashion, fights.
Dislikes: Necromancers, fire, sunlight
Fears: Sunlight, Holy water. Morte D’amour. The Dragon (as in, the council member.) Harlequin, The Sweet Dark, being left alone for long times.
Nervous habits: She tends to go still, or fiddle with her clothes and hair.
Personality description: Leyla is a seemingly cheerful person, though what makes her cheerful is distinctly more morbid than most people. She tends towards being sadistic, though she rewards those who are good to her and treats them with many gifts and things they desire. She likes to dress people up, and is fond of colour, particualy on shapeshifters.
She doesn’t completely understand why most find her abilities so terrifying, but has been known to use it as torture or to get her way. Having spent much time with her master, she knows much about politics and what goes on with the council – though she seldom tells anyone else. She can love, but does so rarely, mostly forms a fondness for certain people. She loves her master. She would much rather fight than ignore someone.
Take me home to meet mom and dad:
Parents: Masika (mother), Menkaura (father)
Siblings: None
Children: One, when she was human. A girl named Naeemah.
History: Born to a small farming family in Egypt on the Nile, she spent much of her time as a child helping her mother and playing with the other children. She learnt how to tend the animals, make clothes, cook among other things. When she was older she worked as a seamstress and made many clothes for the people of her region. She fell in love when she was 23 and married. She had a baby at 24 and named her Naeemah – “Benevolent”. She in turn taught her daughter what needed to be known as she grew up. Her daughter was the centre of her life, as her husband had become abusive and intolerable. When she was 32 she and her daughter were out for a walk as the sun was setting along the Nile and some men grabbed her – she doesn’t know what happened to her child.
The men had grabbed her because she looked appealing, and they thought their master would enjoy her as a feast. They were unnaturally strong and she felt they were strange. She fought them, wanting to go back to find her child but they were stronger than her and she had no choice but to go with them.
Taking them to their master who spoke in words she did not understand, she was confused but still fighting, not willing to give in. Inside a small hut on the outskirts of the town the strange speaking man looked her over. He smelt like death to her and she didn’t like him, she spat in his face when he held her by her chin. The last part of that she remembers is his hand rotting against she skin, she screamed and blacked out.
When she awoke again she was confused, frightened and hungrier than she had felt ever in her life. She could hear everything, it was all brighter, clearer as if she had been blind and now she saw. One of Morte D’amours shapeshifters came to check on her and she killed him simply because she did not know better and it stopped the pain of hunger because she fed off of him. Hearing the commotion, others came and dragged her into the masters chambers. She still did not understand him, but this is where her lessons began.
He kept her near him for over 400 years, teaching her about language, art, history, the beauties of pain and torture as well as the horrors. She fell in love with him but it was a one way street, still though she strove for favour, and much of the time got it. Though her tempter still got her in trouble. He liked to lock her in a room surrounded by blessed crosses when she was too bad, the smell of shapeshifters always drifting into the room from outside, though she could not feed. Once she was so hungry that by the time they got her out there was no humanity left in her. It took her a year to recover properly. When she was back to normal again she found she had a scar on her shoulder of one of the crosses, she presumed she fell back against the wall but couldn’t remember. During her time with him she earned much of his trust, and also gained master status – eventually realizing she could call snakes.
Ever since she’s spent her time between Morte D’Amour and travelling, staying in one place for a decade or two than moving on, or going where he desired, acting as his eyes and ears wherever she went. Never particually interested in the petty battles of city Masters, she keeps mostly to herself in those concerns, though she often has a travelling companion. Morte D’Amour sent her to America a few years ago and ever since she’s been wandering around, as she pleased before coming to Miami.
Writing Sample: A stretch of beach, a lot of buildings and the stench of modern urban life. She did not appreciate it, not nearly as much as many vampires seemed to. Still, she supposed it had it’s advantages. From what she had noticed there was a rather large population of shapeshifters – food. Then the humans, of course, but she had more of a taste for the shapeshifters than humans. She hadn’t fed off of them in years. Mostly due to her schedule, and humans in America were so picky.
Stretching her legs out as she rose from the park bench she had been sitting on, Layla considered where she could go. Clubs had a lot of willing victims, and she was getting a little hungry.. But.
Making her way through the city almost unnoticed Layla headed towards the horizon, the sand. The water. When she arrived, she smiled. There was some teenagers down the beach, they sounded like they were playing games. She didn’t feel like disturbing them, it would only take one to cry wolf before the police had a warrant out on her. She didn’t think them worth the bother.
Looking out over the seas she took off her shoes – elegant looking while heels with gold trimmings – and walked out along the sand. It felt coarse between her cold toes, under the soles of her feet – but she didn’t mind. It felt familiar, but not. A long lost dream of Egypt and her former life. She could see her young child, smell the Nile, the harvests, the incense at the temple. She could smell it all. Taste it almost. But this was only the ocean, and only a new civilisation. It hadn’t existed before her. And this was not her homeland. She sighed. She missed Egypt, but more than that she missed her master. She had no interest in any of the people here – despite Morte D’Amour’s insistence she should amuse herself while she was away.
And the rest:
Anything else?
Did you read the rules? ADMIN EDIT
Gerard - April 25, 2008 02:37 PM (GMT)
Accepted!