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| Isadora | Nov 21 2008, 05:44 AM |
The Kinslayer, Council Member
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ABOUT YOU 1st Approval: Godmummy Name:Tyran Age:18 YOUR CHARACTER Character Birth Name: Isadora Antonia Character Current Name:Isadora 'Kinslayer' Age:1896 D.O.B.: 112 AD Vampire: Soure de sang Sexual Orientation and Status: Single, Straight Vampire Only Master Vampire: Yes Sire: my beloved Anton Powers: I possess the typical abilites of a Master Vampire and Sourdre de sang. However my psychic abilities hold a powerful bite to them that very few vampires can resist, I can manipulate minor electrical pulses especially in the human body, disrupting and manipulating the nervous system in human and vampire alike. I can also change my age at will usually aging myself between 11 and 17. My animal to call is the jaguer. Blood Oathed To:Myself. Physical Appearance:My body varries between that of a 11 year old too a 17 year old girl. My hair remains a dirty blonde colour with blue eyes. My attire is typically of french design similar to the fashions worn around the time of the french revolution. I am also a fan of extravagent hairstyles. Picture:   Name of person pictured above/Credit to Artist:Kirsten Dunst Personality Description:My personality differs depending on the situation and the form a choose to take, I generally prefer to take on a personality appropriate for the age I appear to be. However beneath this lies a largely crueler, sadistic personality and a temper few would dare to cross though these only become apparent in the more extreme circumstances. Likes: Solitude. Her family. Silence. The older days. Power. Dislikes: Technology The modern world. Fire Opposition Strengths: My strength are my temperament and my will, I will do anything to gain that which I desire most even if it means the destruction of anyone who opposes me. My appearance also results in people under estimating me. Weaknesses: Arrogance and Anton. Fears: Fire. The loss of my power base. Technology. Autobiography: I was born in 112 AD during the Reign of Emperor Trajan and the time of the Pax Romana, in which my beloved Rome reached it height. I was born in Rome to a rich family of whom I cared and knew nothing of, I was raised by my nurse maids who I considered my mothers. My parents had no interest in me and spent most of their time drinking and gambling. I had several siblings who were years older then I was. They had lives of their own so they never visited and I doubt they even knew I existed. My childhood was a happy existence despite my foolish parents and the lack of attention they gave me. I was always in possession of the best things, dressed well and tutored in the arts, and many languages. By all means I was a child genius who demanded the best of company and was constantly trying to engage any adult in conversation but I was always turned away, blinded by my age something that would prove dangerous in later centuries. Unfortunately my good living began to fade as my alcoholic parents eventually gambled away all their inheritance and eventually their entire fortune. As a result I was given away as a means of payment and forced to marry the man in whom they were in debt to. The man in question was old and revoltingly ugly, I screamed and cried for days. “A 12 year old is surely to young to marry.” I said over and over again in protest but it seems my protest went unheard as a week later he and I were married in the tradition of the time. At first I refused to go to his bed or even eat the food he gave me but eventually my protests began to fade. The man I married was elderly and would die soon but he was quite rich and as his wife I was entitled to it so I decided at last to give this man his joy so in the end I would receive my money and make something of myself. That however was not to come to pass as a month after our marriage my husband was murdered and I was blamed. I was sentenced to death without ever getting the chance to defend myself, which gave me the impression that someone had bribed the judge. I lay in my cell for 2 days screaming my innocence to the point where my voice would no longer work and from there I began to sob uncontrollably giving way to silent tears. During those hours I could have sworn my tears grew red, as I became dehydrated. The night before my execution my saviour arrived. He appeared during the late hours of the night in front of my cell I awoke and found him staring at me, his beautiful eyes captivating me instantly. When he spoke his voice was like that of Cupid himself, trapping me with every word. “Why should such a fair creature as you be held captive by such chains,” he whispered to me as he effortlessly broke the lock. At once a feeling of relief come over me that was followed by fear. No human could have broken the chain so easy. Fearfully I moved away from the creature. “What foul spirit stands before me!” I demanded arrogantly, in a way only a naive twelve-year-old could portray. Chuckling to himself, my savour stepped towards me. He was a handsome boy with a pale angelic appearance of about 16 years of age only later would I discover his real age. His eyes flashed as he smiled at me revealing his fangs. “Daemon!” I gasped shuffling backwards. Yet again he laughed his angel like features glowed. “Is it intelligent to insult your would be saviour.” He whispered in my ear as he suddenly appeared behind me. I jumped and spun around facing the angelic demon. “I can save you, give you strength to strike down all who wronged you or I can leave you here to die.” I stared back at him, his words sinking in. I nodded. “Save me,” I whispered as he slowly moved towards me reading my thoughts. “Trust me,” He breathed into my neck. “Don’t panic.” With that he sunk his demonic fangs into my neck and began to drink my blood. I gasped as he bit through my flesh and began to drink; I gasped at first and slowly fell into dreams brought on by the lack of blood and the prompting of his mental abilities. What happened after that is vague to me. I remember feeling light and painless. Eventually he brought a warm hot liquid to my lips that I figured was his blood, my blood. I drank from his wrist, a fountain of blood. His memories filled my mind his name was Anton and he was the 600 year old Vampire Master of Rome or so he pretended to be as the stalking horse of the true Master. Three days latter I woke up my new vampiric life within the crypts deep below the city, beneath the grand palace the Master of the city inhabited. My first night as a Dark Goddess was bloody and chaotic. I was thirsty incredibly thirsty and as I walked from my prison I fed on all that tried to stop me, leaving the prison in a terrible mess. As we made it to the street, I turned to my saviour my maker. “Oh Anton,” I cried throwing my arms around him. His face even more beautiful with my Vampire eyes. “What a gift you have given me my love!” Again he chuckled placing his hands around me. “Come now sweet maiden,” He replied grinning. “I have but one more gift for you!” That night I took a terrible vengeance upon my parents and indeed the rest of my family, killing them all. Slaughtering my parents as they begged for mercy their voices slurring from their drunken state. From my parents house we discovered my sibling’s residents and one after another destroys their households, leaving them in a burning ruin. I laughed as I did this, the excitement and pleasure intoxicating me. That night I was baptised with the blood from the broken corpses of my family, Isadora Kinslayer. For nights after my revenge vampires from all over Rome came to pay there respects and welcome me to the Vampiric world, a custom there Master demanded. Within the centuries to come it became clear that I was more powerful then my maker who was 6 centuries older then myself. I did not need Anton I knew that but I loved him and he did not seem concerned about my power, when the time came I severed the hold the Master had on my Anton and destroyed the now former vampiric ruler of rome and took the seat for myself. For over three hundred years Anton and I lived happily in Rome feasting as we pleased upon the blood of mortals. We made a game of it, seducing virgins, as they always tasted the best. We watched as the once great city fell from grace and the sacking of our fair city was the last straw. It was time for us to move from the city, our fallen heaven to the great city of Constantinople the capital of the Byzantine Empire. We entered the city by ship feeding off slaves we brought especially for the purpose, no one would notice if slaves disappeared or not. As slaves they were looked down upon and not noticed at all. It worked perfectly for us. We spent out time on the ship talking with the mortals who patronised me because of my appearance; sometimes I honestly forgot I looked like a child. So I spent the rest of my time playing the sweat hearted twelve-year-old for my own amusement. Anton on the other hand became very friendly with a number of the rich young male passengers and after observing him and his activities for the duration of the voyage I realised that my Anton was homosexual something I had not noticed in our three hundred years together. From that night on I became lonely and as I realized that Anton never touched me so tenderly as he had those boys but I did not notice it as my 12-year-old mind simply did not care for such things. For the first time in my long life I desired sexual attention, I longed to be touched and anger came over me. I began to despise Anton for what he did to me. Ignoring his present company I ran into his quarters and began to scream at him. We argued for hours, confusing and frightening his mortal company who remained in the corner of the room away from the heavy objects I threw at Anton that surely no normal 12-year-old could lift. At last our fighting ended with me in tears, he held me against his naked body. “I’m lonely,” I whispered into his ear. He nodded and kissed me gently on the lips. “I am sorry,” he replied then kissing me again he whispered. “But tonight we will begin to make you a family so large you will never be lonely again!” The next night I woke in the arms of Anton’s lovers who over night had become my children. That night began the creation of my family, my coven, and my bloodline. I would take several mortals a year choosing different gender each time and picking random ages at the time. We lived like this for over 600 years eventually acquiring a large Palace for our children of which I reigned as Queen. During these years many vampires visited my court much like they did back in Rome, this time it seemed my title as Kinslayer was forgotten and I was known under a different reputation. My palace was stunning and open for all vampires and my growing powers forced vampires to respect me as I took hold of the vampire community of the city. Eventually I grew sick of Constantinople and Anton and I traveled to the foreign kingdom of France at around 1000 AD. Many of my children decided to remain in Constantinople so we left them behind. I traveled with a small band of my children and of Anton’s lovers. Stopping along the way for decades at a time. We reached Paris in the year 1243 over two hundred years after we set out from Constantinople. As we arrived in Paris I withdrew from society for a number of Centuries, becoming bored with court life and the sort. The 6 monthly ritual of enlarging my family was left behind in the Old City but my children had a habit of turning others, therefore increasing my bloodline without me having to leave my bedroom. I arrived in Paris without challenge from other vampires that lived there as by now my power was great and my bloodline of hundreds was an army. We were welcomed politely by the members of the vampire council at the time and spent many months before my withdrawal visiting each respective members courts and attending balls in our honor. It was dreadfully tedious. Anton did not join me in my withdrawal and continued to go to various Party’s and to the mortal King s court to enjoy himself, but he always returned before dawn to inform me of his night and to laugh over times long past. I remained hidden from both the human and vampire world for several hundred years till Anton began to beg for me to join him at parties and began to tell me wonderful stories about new technologies and inventions. To stop him nagging I did return to the world and joined him at parties, yet still in the mortal court I was treated as the foolish girl who was up way past her bedtimes, my frustration at this lead me too discover my ability to transform my age at will, satisfying me greatly. These new technologies on the other hand annoyed me and I cared little for them and as far as I was concerned they were a craze. A craze it seemed that continued to grow for centuries getting more annoying and louder each time. I continued to join Anton at the mortal Court up until the French revolution. He had begun an affair with a young French nobleman the year before. The streets became dangerous and the humans extremely violent, I begged and begged him to remain to our residence and not to venture out with his noble. He ignored me and that inevitably lead to his doom. From what I am told he and the noble man were enjoying themselves in the bedchamber when the people rioted and set the house alight. They slaughtered everyone they found and even if my Anton had made it past the angry humans he never made it passed the flames. I sent spies to follow him that night and once I found out about the fire I rushed to the scene and killed any mortal peasant in a fit of rage. I spent many hours wandering through the ruins looking for any sign of my Anton, even calling out his name. I found nothing of my love. With my immortal companion dead and my great dislike of humanity and its technology I once again withdrew from the world, forcing my bloodline to do the same. We retreated to a small palace in the country. We killed the mortal residents and took over complete control of the palace and the area and there we would remain for hundreds of years venturing forward to destroy rival vampire covens who I considered a treat, of course in my bitter state many were destroyed on a whim in an attempt to ease my sorrow. It was at this time that my title as Kinslayer was revived and the Council began its opposition towards me, threatening me that if I continued my actions I would be destroyed. I dared the Council to move against me as I continuously ignored there orders, a war of words that’s eventually lead to my lands being declared Taboo. The situation suited me perfectly and we continued as we were, in my lands where I ruled supreme. Fire was once again to destroy everything I held dear to me as my coven house was burnt down by rival vampires from the bordering territories on the order of the council. I lost many of my family and swore vengeance over there ashes. From that day my remaining family and myself went into hiding, traveling from territory to territory destroying the unworthy until we found a city far from the reach of the council which I claimed for my own. There I remained for the remaining centuries. When the news reached me of the disappearance of the council I knew my time had come, I would take my seat and allow my bloodline to spread nolonger decleared taboo and dangerous. We would be free and in a position to thwart our enemies easily and with little consequence. Family: My fledglings are my world. Role Play Sample: See other characters. Edited by The Godmother of All Darkness, Nov 21 2008, 06:45 AM.
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