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| Alisha Beaumont; Top Class ruling council member. | |
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| Nasferatu | 30 Apr 2009, 13:06 Post #1 |
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WIP OOC INFO Name: Ken Age: 25 Gender: Male Contact: PM, Email, AIM (spacedjinni) How long have you been role-playing? About five years, I think. IC INFO Name: Alisha Beaumont Species: Vampire Age: 2, 478 Apparent Age: 15-18 Gender: Female Body: If Alisha's well-maintained shoulder-length curls were to be bleached by the sun, they would appear as a dark reddish-blonde. But her hair, easily the most beautiful of her features, has not seen the light of day in over two thousand years. Usually, her hair appears to be of a light-brown hue with a reddish tinge that only shows up when illuminated. Alisha's eyes are a soft brown and, second only to her hair, the main reason for a closer look at the woman. The rest of Alisha's body, while attractively curvy, is skinny enough that she doesn't typically stand out; her breasts are a small 38A that doesn't usually get a second look (unless she wants one). Her flesh is deathly pale until a short time after she has fed, at which point it appears only slightly pale. She has small, narrow feet that can't fit in anything bigger than a size 5 shoe. Alisha has retained her British accent even after so many centuries. She typically has a very graceful stride that's casual and cautious at the same time, her hips swaying slightly as she walks; when angry, her walk takes on a bold and impatient look. When happy or placid, she has a small smile or an almost-smile on her face most of the time; but anger makes her lips and jaw tighten, her eyes narrow, and her voice cold and cutting. When angry, her voice is almost emotionless in its mechanical tone, but otherwise it's quite pleasant and almost melodic at times. Clothes: Alisha's garments are mixture of old and new, classical and modern. She never wears pants as she likes the freedom of movement that dresses and skirts provide her. Some of her dresses look as though they were ripped out of The Man in the Iron Mask, while others look like a mixture of something Queen Victoria would wear and something a local hooker might don for fun. Some of her garments are sleeveless, some are tube-topped, and some have sleeves of varying lengths. She's always wearing earrings of some kind, usually ones that would go for several hundred dollars (at least) in the modern era. She also wears various necklaces quite often, including the occasional choker. Bracelets are sometimes seen on her wrists and she has worn ankle bracelets on occasion as well. She has worn beautiful watches from time to time. She has worn equally beautiful rings on her fingers many times, as well as occasional toe rings when not wearing her typical ladies' boots. Likes/Interests/Hobbies: Alisha finds mortal literature regarding vampires quite humorous sometimes, though some such literature she thinks is beautiful and perhaps even adorable; Anne Rice in particular is an author she typically reads the novels of. Alisha loves to tease mortal men, getting them to wait on her hand-and-foot while maybe seducing those she finds particularly attractive. She isn't one to seduce women on a regular basis, but she has dominated a few of them in the bedroom over the last few centuries. She enjoys traveling by horse-drawn carriage rather than by motorized vehicle, though she has traveled in a black stretch limousine a number of times during her visits to Spencer and other vampire-controlled cities. She loves a good party and adores a great party. She hates it when the U.S. beats England at football (i.e. soccer), loves playing badminton, and usually spends more time tending to her cat than she does interacting with animals who can talk (i.e. mortals and vamps). Dislikes/Prejudices: More than anything, Alisha despises being treated like a child. She hates condescension with a passion. She doesn't really like dogs or rodents much, but she'll deal with them when she has to. She like snakes, but can't stand spiders or other creepy crawlies. Overall Personality: Alisha is friendly and outgoing, but she can be rather demure and playful at times. She is an incorrigible flirt when she's in a good mood; when she's in a really good mood, she sometimes turns this charm onto other women as well as men. She finds it hard to concentrate without having music in the background, so she almost always has soft violin music playing somewhere nearby (even if it's just on her iPod). When she's angry, she tends to be [literally] murderous and so is often avoided during these times. When she's sad or depressed, she typically stays this way until she finds something that she really, really likes or until she gets laid. Clan/Coven: Red Water Coven History: 469 B.C. was the year of my birth. It was late in the Iron Age, I am told. I know nothing about that, however. I was born in a small village in Wales consisting mostly of local merchants, fishermen, and seamstresses with a few weavers and spinners thrown in for good measure. Perhaps that is why I live in Red Water now. Perhaps I really just want to go home. I’ve heard that homesickness is common among really old vampires; I’m really old myself, so I suppose it makes sense. My father was a fisherman. He spent much time away from home trying to get enough fish to feed us and to sell at market. I am told he died one night while fishing during a dangerous thunderstorm. I was six at the time, so I don’t know if that was a true tale or not. What I do know is that I was raised in the typical manner of a Celtic woman. I have always been told that I am a descendant of Rhiannon, the Divine Queen who was falsely blamed for the apparent murder of her first-born son by her own ladies-in-waiting. As a mortal, I was always wearing torcs of one kind or another around my neck and wrists that depicted Rhiannon at various stages of her life. I was fifteen when I was turned. My mother had found a new lover in the wake of her husband’s death, a man that I never really liked much. He was a gorgeous man, I realize now as I look back on him. I can understand what my mother saw in him. But in the end, he drained her and stole her daughter – namely, me. That was the beginning. He kept me a prisoner for several nights in a tent several miles from my village; I remember screaming, crying out for help…but no one ever came. I find no difficulty in looking back on it now, for it was over two thousand years ago, but I distinctly remember him raping me many times before he turned me. Afterward, he kept me always in his tent. I was not strong enough to fight him off or escape. I constantly prayed to Rhiannon for emotional strength and eventually found that I had become quite placid; anger had built up in me slowly, but I was a calm winter lake on the outside. I don’t know how long he kept me, but he raped me every night for many long years. It was a young gentleman who saved me – a mortal gentleman. My sire had fed me blood to keep me alive and I had found that I could not live without it. I was afraid to die even as he raped me, and so I let him have his way with me – until the gentleman came. He found out about me and accosted my sire; it got him killed, but it bought enough time for me to realize that I had at last grown strong enough to break free of the literal iron chains that bound me. As my sire came into his tent after having fed from the mortal, I slammed the spike that had kept me bound straight into his chest. He reeled back, fell to the earth, and died in under a minute. I stood looking at him for a long time, silent, confused, not knowing where to go or what to do. It was a group of hunters that eventually found me wandering near their camp. They cleaned me up and tried to get me to speak, but something stopped me. I was just tired – emotionally drained, mentally exhausted. It was several nights after they had found me that I was discovered kneeling over the body of a rather bloody corpse. I looked up at my companions and they were horrified. They tried to kill me. They failed. I next came to a village much like my own, but larger. I quickly began to discover just how strong and fast I really was. I began to realize how keen my senses really were, how powerful and unstoppable I had become. I also discovered that I could not walk under the burning light of the sun anymore. What I could do, however, was use men to further my own agenda. There are so men I used from that point on. I can’t remember their faces now. I didn’t sleep with any of them, though; I couldn’t bring myself to do so. I do remember, however, one incident in which I raised a short sword against a mortal man who had tried to force himself into my bedchamber. My mother had taught me how to wield a short sword of iron to devastating effect when I was younger, but apparently this was something that wasn’t commonplace throughout the rest of British society. I didn’t particularly care, however, as I simply wished to get rid of the idiot and there were too many people watching for me to do what I normally would have done: kill the man with my bare hands. You see, my secrecy was my advantage at that point. I would have been seen as demonic had I been exposed for what I was, hunted and killed like the animal many believed I was. Therefore, I kept my apparent immortality to myself and my powers well-hidden until it was necessary for me to use them. My next truly coherent memory is of Julius Caesar, the Roman emperor who invaded England in 55 B.C. Impressed by the power he wielded as the Roman Emperor, I allowed him to court and marry me – but I asked that he did so in secret. He obliged me and I spent many years with him. I watched his campaign with interest, feeding from prisoners taken during his reign. But when he found out about the murders I had committed and threatened to expose me for what I was, I orchestrated a plot against him. At first, I convinced him that I would repent and it would not be prudent to rid himself of me so easily; it was at this time that I first discovered I had hypnotic visual and verbal powers. When my plot was finished, he cried out to me with his last breath. I remember his words clearly to this day: “You too, child?” It was obvious then that he considered me no more than a mere child even though he had married me, and that only made me angrier. After that, I slipped into the woodwork of the Roman Empire and did not emerge from its underbelly until it fell. I played the part of a lower-class noblewoman who kept to herself and had daughters by unknown men, each daughter being the mirror image of her mother; but of course, I altered my appearance with make-up and various styles of hair and dress to make it believable. During my time with the Roman Empire, both before and after Caesar, I mastered the Italian and Latin languages. I became deeply involved with Roman Imperial customs and tastes. I made my riches by manipulating slaves that would be sent into the Coliseum to fight and die, making them lose, and then wagering against them and for their opponents (be they animal or man). I returned somewhat to my Celtic roots when the Roman Empire withdrew from England in the fifth century A.D. There were remnant of the Roman Empire up until the late fifth century, but their influence had been almost completely lost in England by the sixth century. Wishing to continue living in luxury, I manipulated the first king of Deira, a man called Aella, into believing that I was his daughter. Using him, I entered into a marriage with Æthelfrith of Northumbria. He was the king of another British kingdom called Bernicia at that time, and so was quite wealthy and powerful. I kept to the shadows of society during my marriage to him, but eventually he was killed in battle. I was taken by his rival as a spoil of victory and allowed this, though I ran the show and eventually restored my late second husband’s royal line to power. It was in the 630s that the kingdom’s true rulers regained the throne and I slipped completely into the shadows at that time. I began watching England from afar, living in secret with the wealth I had collected over the centuries. I must admit that I have never fully understood Catholicism, yet it took England firmly by hold in the sixth century. At least, that’s what the history books will tell you. In truth, it was never very popular as there were so many like me who still held Celtic beliefs. I had since lost my faith in my childhood religion, but the fact was that I was a bit sentimental where my Celtic origins were concerned. I lived independently as a noblewoman in England for roughly two centuries, feeding from the peasantry and taking lovers from them when I became too lonely; my body had developed as much as it could before I had been turned, but my small breasts were nonetheless quite pleased with the men that I took even if they weren’t always the first thing that was noticed about me. In the ninth century, however, Christianity was apparently gaining something like a stranglehold on Great Britain. So many were being converted that I began to study the ancient texts myself, though only out of curiosity. I found them to be quite confusing and contradictory, and so eventually stopped trying to understand them. But the wars that led up to the ninth century were none of my affair and Christianity was quickly beginning to frustrate me, so I began focusing more on finding a more permanent lover once again. That was when I met him. I didn’t know anything about the man except that he was like me. He called himself simply the Maker, but I knew him – and still know him – as Alfred. Alfred the Great’s life was well-documented from his childhood all the way through his adult life, but there was little evidence beyond scribed documents and verbal testimony that the child who became Alfred the Great even existed. Since my first meeting with him, I have discovered that he replaced the real Alfred the Great early in his life. Since that first meeting, I have also discovered that Alfred has such fantastic powers over the minds of mortals that were it not for his reserved personality, I would marvel at the fact that he has yet to take control of the governing bodies of the modern world. So precise and powerful were the illusions he created within the minds of the young king’s family and acquaintances that no one so much as questioned the fact that the Alfred I know was the true King Alfred. It wasn’t long before I was moving into his castle hidden in the highlands of Scotland. There were others there – four others, all men. One of them, I discovered, was the brother of my Sire. When he discovered this, he tried to kill me; but I had come to Alfred’s castle as his adopted daughter. Our relationship had begun as friendship, but it had eventually become familial love. Favoring me, Alfred stepped in and murdered his own fledgling. The others humbly bowed before him; I tried to curtsy, partially in fear and partially in awe, but he told me that I did not have to curtsy before him. It was declared then that the others would bow before me as they bowed before him. I thought this was odd at the time, yet strangely pleasing. I have come to the realization since then that there is little I truly know about the Maker other than that he loves me like the daughter he never had. I think he must have had a daughter at one point, perhaps a mortal daughter that died, and so I have become his redemption for not saving her. But I do not know for certain and will not upset Alfred by bringing the matter up. I have always been afraid of his reaction and still am. In A.D. 909, one of the remaining three fledglings with whom Alfred and I dwelt became weary of trying to hide his existence from mortals. His attempt to expose himself to the mortal communities of Wessex failed when he was murdered by Alfred. Marred post mortem until he was practically unrecognizable, he took the place of Alfred the Great just as the Maker had done so many years before. His death was called an assassination and there was much controversy over exactly how he had died, who had killed him, and why. But in the end, he was buried and forgotten by all save for historians. This, of course, gave the Maker – the Alfred that I know – more of a chance to get to know me as opposed to ruling a kingdom. Certainly he knew something of me as I was at that time, but he had wished to know more of my exploits since being turned; I told him of my upbringing and shared much with him over the course of the next few years. In this, I became more well-known to him than most lovers become known to one another. He was always a bit secretive about his own origins and exploits, but somehow that has never really bothered me much. He loves me as a father loves a daughter, I love him in return as a daughter loves her father, and that is all that matters. It is all that has ever really mattered with the two of us. I watched Alfred’s son, Edward, conquer more and more of England with interest after Alfred’s supposed death. Three mortals were taking during his conquests and turned into servants of the Maker. Eventually, as we began to discover others throughout Europe that had been turned in one fashion or another, we began to gather together each year to tell one another of our exploits. We would gather at sea to avoid the mortals’ suspicious natures. I found that I loved being at sea, but it eventually grew tiresome being at the meetings all the time and so I stopped going. Alfred was fine with this and relayed all the stories he heard to me once he returned. I laughed at, looked on with disgust, and cheered on the vampires of the stories just as they had done to each other. Eventually moving to a port known as Poole for more efficient means of getting to the meet, we became known as the Poole Vampire Society. But we remained completely hidden in shadow so that the mortals would not discover us. Only in the twentieth century did the Poole Vampire Society become known to mortals, but I had left England long before then and no one in England really believed in the supernatural anymore when they were at last revealed; in fact, I believe they were seen more as crazies than anything else. Canute the Great was a Viking king who used Poole as a base in A.D. 1015 while trying to conquer Wessex. Though we lived in Poole at the time, Alfred and my adopted immortal brothers had withdrawn from mortal society just enough that we were able to avoid the brunt of his activities. During this time, Alfred began teaching me to wield a short sword much more effectively than I had displayed during one night of boredom on which I had decided to try my hand at wielding one of the weapons he hung on pegs in his bedchamber. He also taught me to fence with a rapier, to shoot with a bow, and to play the flute. But as I played at swordsmanship, archery, and the flute, Canute the Great built a grand empire. I laughed at the confusion in 1066 over the throne of England, finding it quite humorous how easily mortal men managed to screw things up. I still laugh at it to this day. It really was quite humorous…though, perhaps you had to be there to understand the humor in full. The Norman conquest of England made Poole a very busy and important town. I could certainly go on and on about the complicated trade we did with mortal merchants and such, but it would only bore you. The only really significant event was the turning of three more mortals before the fifteenth century. This brought the total number of those in service to Alfred to eight. Among them, I was the only woman and the only one truly favored above the others. Alfred in particular often traded artwork and other items for weapons that he then sold to those in charge of Poole. He aided a parliamentary garrison in assaulting Corfe Castle and taking over the town surrounding it in 1646. He was rather pleased with that victory, though he acted nonchalant to my brothers. Contact with North American colonies made for even better trade between us and the mortals. Situated at the very heart of the merchant community in Poole, we became one of the wealthiest families in the county and I was able to live quite comfortably away from all of the hustle and bustle of the main part of the port. Historical Sources Wikipedia on England Wikipedia on the Celts Wikipedia on Torcs Wikipedia on Celtic Polytheism Wikipedia on Welsh Celtic Mythology Wikipedia on the Story of Rhiannon Wikipedia on Julius Caesar Wikipedia on the History of Anglo-Saxon England Wikipedia on the Saxon Kingdom of Deira Wikipedia on Aella of Deira Wikipedia on Æthelfrith of Northumbria Wikipedia on Alfred the Great Wikipedia on Canute the Great Wikipedia on Poole, England Powers: Alisha can peer into the minds of many mortals at once, sifting through the information contained within them all simultaneously at a rate equivalent to that of a modern search engine (e.g. Google); her excellent memory helps her to take advantage of this. She can form permanent or temporary bonds with other vampires, though only those younger than a thousand years can be telepathically bonded against their will. She is stronger than most vampires, only facing a challenge against those who've breached the fifteen-hundred-year mark. She's fast enough to break the sound barrier at mach 4, though (naturally) she doesn't make a sound when she moves unless she wants to. Alisha can blend into shadows so well that only vampires over two or three hundred years old would have any inkling of her presence; only those five hundred years or older would actually be able to see her, and then not distinctly, when she's using the full range of this ability. She can also control the shadows around her to an extent, changing their size and shape with her mind. With but a glance, she can hold a mortal's gaze indefinitely; even when she looks away or blinks, they are charmed with just a few seconds' gazing and are brought out of it only by the snapping of her fingers. Her voice produces such strong hypnotic suggestions in the minds of mortals that she is able to completely control them with just a few casual words. Mortals already under the spell of her hypnotic gaze are so susceptible to these suggestions that they become permanently ingrained in the affected mortals' minds; in this, Alisha can even force mortals to forget something or develop a false memory. Alisha has unearthly beauty that affects men and women alike. Even vampires tend to notice her, though they are not affected the way mortals are; they merely notice that she is beautiful, but that beauty appears almost normal to other vampires whereas it ensnares most mortals with ease. Alisha possesses keen animal empathy and can form permanent or temporary empathic bonds with cats, snakes, bats, rats, rabbits, and most birds (most strongly with owls, ravens, and crows) much in the same manner that she forms telepathic bonds with other vampires. Alisha has very minor weather control abilities. She can't create tornadoes, but she can cause clouds to form and develop snow, rain, sleet, or hail as long as her eyes are pointed skyward; by the same token, she can also get rid of these things and turn a cloudy night sky into a gorgeous starry canopy. She can also create and control a moderately strong wind (20-30mph) or make the wind around her die down. Character Image(s): Image 1, Image 2, Image 3, Image 4, Image 5, Image 6 Play-By: Emma Watson RP Sample: |
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