Rules, Peeves and Likes
This blog is dedicated to my rules, peeves, and likes. If you have read and understand the rules I would really appreciate a heart or comment to know who actually cares.
THE ENDERS:
As the far too dramatic name implies these rules are solid. Break one of these and I will block you in a heartbeat.
1. Do not harass my friends. This especially goes for anybody on my important people list. They are extremely close to me and I won't hear a bad word about them. In my eyes they can do no wrong. Talk about them in a mean way and I'll block you.
RULES:
These are my other rules, breaking one or more can possibly lead to me stopping the rp. With or without a warning depends on the situation and rule.
1. No godmodding. Don't touch my characters. I won't touch yours.
2. No text talk once we begin an rp. While we are discussing an rp, I do not mind text talk.
3. I do not do rps based on movies, TV shows, video games, etc. Using them as reference to building an rp is fine, but I prefer any rp to be wholly original.
4. Timely replies are important to me. After three or four weeks, if I have not received a response or at least know we're still rping then I will unfriend you. If you are not able to respond, please tell me if possible.
5. No one liners. I understand sometimes an rp might be at a slow point and a few sentences is all that can be mustered. Although if you can't slap two or three sentences together then I am not going to waste my time.
PET PEEVES:
My pet peeves are not as serious as my rules, but if something in the rp continues matching one of these, I may point it out or ask we stop.
1. Grammar and perfect writing are not really important to me, I am far from perfect and understand flaws are normal. Yet, constant spelling mistakes in almost every word and severely lacking in vocabulary, are one of my biggest peeves.
2. Please no melodrama. This applies to real life and the rp, but for the most part real life. I don't care about your personal issues, everyone has issues. That probably makes me sound cold hearted, but I'm not. I'm just not your, or your character's, therapist. Please note: This peeve doesn't apply to everyone only those who crave attention.
3. As stated above, I don't like characters that can't stand on their own. If my character has to be by your character's side all the time, encouraging them or find them in a puddle of tears, then please, for fu…I mean the love of everything, don't friend me.
4. No human pets. I don't mind nekos or such creatures but if you ask to have them be adopted or owned, then I will have to decline. It makes me feel weird.
5. If you sent me a friend request and I accept, you message me first. If I friend you, I will try to send a message as soon as I can.
6. While I do like rps featuring action, please don't make it the point of the rp. If all the characters ever do is fight each other, or just fight hordes of enemies, then i'll lose interest pretty fast.
7. No emotion zombies. I understand creating an rp doesn't mean you have to be extremely excited all the time but don't just act lifeless. A good way to kill the rp process is being lifeless. Go be half dead somewhere else.
8. Please no religious talk around me. I know people have religions and stuff…but please avoid talking about them with me. Religions in an rp are fine but other than that…just no.
LIKES and OTHER
Despite my long list of things I don't like, I do have things I enjoy. I will add to this list.
1. My favorite genres are fantasy and horror. I do just about any other genre too, I am not restricted to those two.
2. I like multiple character rps, but it's not a must. I don't have any set characters though, I usually craft them depending on the rp.
TO THE READER:
If you actually read this far, skimmed, or just scrolled to the bottom, I wanted to say thank you for taking the time but there is no reward, or prize, in case you were looking ;)
Just kidding. Here's a cookie.
THE ENDERS:
As the far too dramatic name implies these rules are solid. Break one of these and I will block you in a heartbeat.
1. Do not harass my friends. This especially goes for anybody on my important people list. They are extremely close to me and I won't hear a bad word about them. In my eyes they can do no wrong. Talk about them in a mean way and I'll block you.
RULES:
These are my other rules, breaking one or more can possibly lead to me stopping the rp. With or without a warning depends on the situation and rule.
1. No godmodding. Don't touch my characters. I won't touch yours.
2. No text talk once we begin an rp. While we are discussing an rp, I do not mind text talk.
3. I do not do rps based on movies, TV shows, video games, etc. Using them as reference to building an rp is fine, but I prefer any rp to be wholly original.
4. Timely replies are important to me. After three or four weeks, if I have not received a response or at least know we're still rping then I will unfriend you. If you are not able to respond, please tell me if possible.
5. No one liners. I understand sometimes an rp might be at a slow point and a few sentences is all that can be mustered. Although if you can't slap two or three sentences together then I am not going to waste my time.
PET PEEVES:
My pet peeves are not as serious as my rules, but if something in the rp continues matching one of these, I may point it out or ask we stop.
1. Grammar and perfect writing are not really important to me, I am far from perfect and understand flaws are normal. Yet, constant spelling mistakes in almost every word and severely lacking in vocabulary, are one of my biggest peeves.
2. Please no melodrama. This applies to real life and the rp, but for the most part real life. I don't care about your personal issues, everyone has issues. That probably makes me sound cold hearted, but I'm not. I'm just not your, or your character's, therapist. Please note: This peeve doesn't apply to everyone only those who crave attention.
3. As stated above, I don't like characters that can't stand on their own. If my character has to be by your character's side all the time, encouraging them or find them in a puddle of tears, then please, for fu…I mean the love of everything, don't friend me.
4. No human pets. I don't mind nekos or such creatures but if you ask to have them be adopted or owned, then I will have to decline. It makes me feel weird.
5. If you sent me a friend request and I accept, you message me first. If I friend you, I will try to send a message as soon as I can.
6. While I do like rps featuring action, please don't make it the point of the rp. If all the characters ever do is fight each other, or just fight hordes of enemies, then i'll lose interest pretty fast.
7. No emotion zombies. I understand creating an rp doesn't mean you have to be extremely excited all the time but don't just act lifeless. A good way to kill the rp process is being lifeless. Go be half dead somewhere else.
8. Please no religious talk around me. I know people have religions and stuff…but please avoid talking about them with me. Religions in an rp are fine but other than that…just no.
LIKES and OTHER
Despite my long list of things I don't like, I do have things I enjoy. I will add to this list.
1. My favorite genres are fantasy and horror. I do just about any other genre too, I am not restricted to those two.
2. I like multiple character rps, but it's not a must. I don't have any set characters though, I usually craft them depending on the rp.
TO THE READER:
If you actually read this far, skimmed, or just scrolled to the bottom, I wanted to say thank you for taking the time but there is no reward, or prize, in case you were looking ;)
Just kidding. Here's a cookie.
Lila's Bio.
“I want to paint my own destiny on a canvas free of lines and smudges.”
Name: Lila Chasseur Arceneau
Age: 14
Height: 5’2”
Weight: 103 lbs
Hair Color: red
Eye Color: emerald green
Birth Date: January 4th
Blood Type: A
Nationality: French/Irish
Weapons of choice: small hand held daggers and darts
Favorite Food: vegetables with boiled rice
Favorite Color: turquoise
Interests: drawing, painting, and sewing
Strengths: She has a sweet personality and is always willing to help others.
Weaknesses: She has no confidence in her abilities and is physically weak.
Family:
Claude: Lila’s father. (Deceased)
Liona: Lila’s mother. (Deceased)
Yvette: Lila’s aunt. (Alive and well)
Larkin: Lila’s uncle. (Alive and well)
Liam: Lila’s 19 year old cousin.(Alive and well)
Glenna: Lila’s 17 year old cousin. (Alive and well)
Sage: Glenna’s 5 year old cousin. (Alive and well)
Background Information:
Do you remember that story, the one about the monsters living in a closet or under the bed? Most children outgrow these types of stories and turn into blissfully naive adults, but what would happen if you were one of the few children who knew these monsters truly existed?
Lila’s parents tried to make sure she had the most average childhood possible. She lived in a normal ranch style home, attended a regular elementary school, and even occasionally had access to typical childhood games and toys. She was a happy child, but it was also terribly hard to hide the fact that she was different. No matter how hard her parents tried to foster her interest in music and art, it was nearly impossible for the girl to deny that she had been born into a family that was cursed. She was not cursed in the way of an illness but by the way of her destined profession. For as long as her family history could be traced, each and every member had dedicated their life to hunting monsters. Each time the story of her family’s history was told it changed, but every time it included some tale of betrayal, injustice, and death.
Even in modern day, the family trained in a similar manner to their ancestors, following a strict code that had been written years ago. The code had laws for fighting, handling different types of monsters, and of course training. The code was strict and would seem inhumane to the average person, but then again most humans would never have to defeat any type of inhuman creature. Lila’s family was skilled in archery, poisons, sword fighting, hand to hand combat, and using a few modern day weapons. Children typically started to train with their parents as soon as they were able to walk. They would often start with strength training, and on their fifth birthday would be introduced to a type of weapon. By the age of ten they were expected to be gifted in at least one of the areas of combat, and by thirteen they were expected to be proficient in using each type of weapon. On the teen’s sixteenth birthday they were tested with a rite of passage. This assessment included being able to handle each type of weapon, spending three nights in the middle of a vast wasteland alone, and killing at least three monsters without aid. If the teenagers succeeded, then they were rewarded by becoming an official hunter and by having the official family symbol tattooed on their body. If they were to fail in any one of their tasks then they were likely to be killed by what they hunted or cast out by their family if they managed to survive.
Despite the family elders’ wishes, Lila’s parents did not follow the code strictly and were lax in the girl’s training. She had been ill as an infant and part of her childhood, so she was only required to practice half as much as the other children. While her cousins fought, she stayed in the background cooking meals or keeping house. And while her family traveled the world in horrid conditions to track these evil creatures, she remained blissfully safe in her small home. For almost twelve long years her parents’ plan had gone perfectly for Lila, but shortly after that year they came crashing down around her. While her parents were away on a dangerous trip they were supposedly murdered in a battle by one of their most infamous enemies. The grief of her parents’ deaths was painful enough, but she also had to face the reality that she was an orphan. Fortunately for her the code had rules for this type of tragedy, and thus a distant aunt was forced to take her in to her home.
(Credit for the picture goes to the original artist, bravo! ^^)
Name: Lila Chasseur Arceneau
Age: 14
Height: 5’2”
Weight: 103 lbs
Hair Color: red
Eye Color: emerald green
Birth Date: January 4th
Blood Type: A
Nationality: French/Irish
Weapons of choice: small hand held daggers and darts
Favorite Food: vegetables with boiled rice
Favorite Color: turquoise
Interests: drawing, painting, and sewing
Strengths: She has a sweet personality and is always willing to help others.
Weaknesses: She has no confidence in her abilities and is physically weak.
Family:
Claude: Lila’s father. (Deceased)
Liona: Lila’s mother. (Deceased)
Yvette: Lila’s aunt. (Alive and well)
Larkin: Lila’s uncle. (Alive and well)
Liam: Lila’s 19 year old cousin.(Alive and well)
Glenna: Lila’s 17 year old cousin. (Alive and well)
Sage: Glenna’s 5 year old cousin. (Alive and well)
Background Information:
Do you remember that story, the one about the monsters living in a closet or under the bed? Most children outgrow these types of stories and turn into blissfully naive adults, but what would happen if you were one of the few children who knew these monsters truly existed?
Lila’s parents tried to make sure she had the most average childhood possible. She lived in a normal ranch style home, attended a regular elementary school, and even occasionally had access to typical childhood games and toys. She was a happy child, but it was also terribly hard to hide the fact that she was different. No matter how hard her parents tried to foster her interest in music and art, it was nearly impossible for the girl to deny that she had been born into a family that was cursed. She was not cursed in the way of an illness but by the way of her destined profession. For as long as her family history could be traced, each and every member had dedicated their life to hunting monsters. Each time the story of her family’s history was told it changed, but every time it included some tale of betrayal, injustice, and death.
Even in modern day, the family trained in a similar manner to their ancestors, following a strict code that had been written years ago. The code had laws for fighting, handling different types of monsters, and of course training. The code was strict and would seem inhumane to the average person, but then again most humans would never have to defeat any type of inhuman creature. Lila’s family was skilled in archery, poisons, sword fighting, hand to hand combat, and using a few modern day weapons. Children typically started to train with their parents as soon as they were able to walk. They would often start with strength training, and on their fifth birthday would be introduced to a type of weapon. By the age of ten they were expected to be gifted in at least one of the areas of combat, and by thirteen they were expected to be proficient in using each type of weapon. On the teen’s sixteenth birthday they were tested with a rite of passage. This assessment included being able to handle each type of weapon, spending three nights in the middle of a vast wasteland alone, and killing at least three monsters without aid. If the teenagers succeeded, then they were rewarded by becoming an official hunter and by having the official family symbol tattooed on their body. If they were to fail in any one of their tasks then they were likely to be killed by what they hunted or cast out by their family if they managed to survive.
Despite the family elders’ wishes, Lila’s parents did not follow the code strictly and were lax in the girl’s training. She had been ill as an infant and part of her childhood, so she was only required to practice half as much as the other children. While her cousins fought, she stayed in the background cooking meals or keeping house. And while her family traveled the world in horrid conditions to track these evil creatures, she remained blissfully safe in her small home. For almost twelve long years her parents’ plan had gone perfectly for Lila, but shortly after that year they came crashing down around her. While her parents were away on a dangerous trip they were supposedly murdered in a battle by one of their most infamous enemies. The grief of her parents’ deaths was painful enough, but she also had to face the reality that she was an orphan. Fortunately for her the code had rules for this type of tragedy, and thus a distant aunt was forced to take her in to her home.
(Credit for the picture goes to the original artist, bravo! ^^)
Alex
She held her breath as she stood there in the middle of the forest in fear. She was the lost pup that ran away from her pack. An they saw her glowing amber eyes indicating that she was a wolf hybrid. Next thing they knew is she took off running as fast as her legs could take her, jumping over logs an swiftly running threw the forest for she knew where to step.
Raven
Raven reached out the basement window, feeling the sun across her cold bruised skin feeling the warmth. The grass she felt with her hand with what she could reach. Her eyes shined the coper dark chocolate brown as the sun shined into the basement for a few minutes, lighting up the room showing chains here and there linking to a cuff on her ankle. Raven wings glistened with the sun, her arm reached out if the window for hope she will get out of this situation.
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River
She starred at you with those green eyes as wood stove smoke filled the air. " you can't change who I am, yes I am mysterious... That is who I am. " she was confused on where she was at, an orphan she was, running away in the woods away from the world. Her name is River, the mysterious girl that came out of nowhere. She only knows her name. (Age : 19-20's)
CeCe
The name CeCe. Born an elf. The sun glistened off her red blond hair, shes a runaway slave from the hidden camp in the west. Hope that one day she will not have to worry about who will hurt her next, or the worry if her captor staring her down with those red demon eyes and controlling her with his mind, a free will she desires but ever gets in the likes of others and him.
Shadow
Name: Unknown
Nickname: shadow
Age: 17-20
Personality: Unknown
Appearance:
Family: not Royal
Family members: none
Species:
Likes: weapons, killing and animals
Dislikes:
Favorite color/colors:
Job:
Thinks about herself:
About her:
Bio:
Nickname: shadow
Age: 17-20
Personality: Unknown
Appearance:
Family: not Royal
Family members: none
Species:
Likes: weapons, killing and animals
Dislikes:
Favorite color/colors:
Job:
Thinks about herself:
About her:
Bio:
Noah ((OC god of ice and water))
Name: Noah
What they're the god/goddess of: Ice and water
Appearance: (what they look like): He is a young male but at a young age his god spirte was trapped in the body of a cyborg
Bio: (your characters backstory(again idk if we're going to rp this or if we still need it)): He has been around since the first ice age, but never really done much until he met the other "new gods" he is pretty chill but will fight if provoked, loves to have god rivals, but hates being teh butt of the joke
Current age: (How old they really are and how old do they look like?): looks to be about 16 but is a couple million years old
Extra: (any extra information): He is part cyborg, (later on he attains his true form again but not right away)
What they're the god/goddess of: Ice and water
Appearance: (what they look like): He is a young male but at a young age his god spirte was trapped in the body of a cyborg
Bio: (your characters backstory(again idk if we're going to rp this or if we still need it)): He has been around since the first ice age, but never really done much until he met the other "new gods" he is pretty chill but will fight if provoked, loves to have god rivals, but hates being teh butt of the joke
Current age: (How old they really are and how old do they look like?): looks to be about 16 but is a couple million years old
Extra: (any extra information): He is part cyborg, (later on he attains his true form again but not right away)
Dovahkiin
Name: Ronan Alduin Vanhi
Species : Hybrid between Phoenix an Dragon
Age: unknown
Occupation :mortician
Relationship: head over heals for nieve (@Guardian_of_Ice)
Bio: after a wild accident in the forgotten realm he woke up in a new light no memory of his life before he lives day to day denying who he who he is or what he is in a morgue in tijani
Playby:Rahul Kohli
( original character don't steal)
Species : Hybrid between Phoenix an Dragon
Age: unknown
Occupation :mortician
Relationship: head over heals for nieve (@Guardian_of_Ice)
Bio: after a wild accident in the forgotten realm he woke up in a new light no memory of his life before he lives day to day denying who he who he is or what he is in a morgue in tijani
Playby:Rahul Kohli
( original character don't steal)
character
name:Death
age:endless
bio:a fallen angel unaligned
He has black hair
Golden glowing eyes sometimes flames rise from his eyes
Tall, Slender, some muscles but not huge
His wings are grey and the feathers have a metallic feel to them
His scythe is black with a red pearlescent hint in the blade and it can change its form too a twin or quad scythe
He used to be aligned with the angels but over the years he grew tired of the demon and angel war so he fell from heaven and he wanted to make his own Leagion one In middle and he named them the leagion of reapers. They are a mixture of demons and angels who don't wish to fight against each other but just guide the souls of dead humans
age:endless
bio:a fallen angel unaligned
He has black hair
Golden glowing eyes sometimes flames rise from his eyes
Tall, Slender, some muscles but not huge
His wings are grey and the feathers have a metallic feel to them
His scythe is black with a red pearlescent hint in the blade and it can change its form too a twin or quad scythe
He used to be aligned with the angels but over the years he grew tired of the demon and angel war so he fell from heaven and he wanted to make his own Leagion one In middle and he named them the leagion of reapers. They are a mixture of demons and angels who don't wish to fight against each other but just guide the souls of dead humans
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The whole mess with Ethan really added to Charlie's huge frustration, not just because of his revelations, which even made her feel betrayed in a way, but because she really wants Sao's help and she guesses he must be pisses like he'll and far from in the "helpful mood".
Nonetheless, she decides to go to meet him, just the way she planned.
She will NOT stay back until the dangerous Southern Hunters will capture her son, no way. She becomes dangerous herself and has already started a big plot to get rid of them, not just permanently, but in a totally INNOCENT way, or rather, without killing any of them.
•Her plan• :
> Take the look of the dangerous hunters and commit lesser crimes in their name, enough to send Royal Guards to investigate their homes, where they will find ALL of their 'skeletons in closets' (buried corpses -of monsters, innocent or not, in many case even of some humans possessed by ghosts that they did not save-, tons of illegal weapons and potions and elixirs, drugs and all sort of torture equipments)
> Bring Tristan to the Shire to stay with Bilbo with Sao watching over them. (As she knows that Erebor would be the most obvious place where to search for Tristan in Arda) > Have one of her brothers replacing Tristan in Nortrig, pretending to be him 100%.
> Have several of her brothers and in some cases even her father turned into her, to build strong alibis and to make sure the real her won't be taken to use her to reach Tristan.
> Stay in Erebor with some ready traps in case some Hunter will reach there.
√ Her reasons;
× The hunters will certainly earn life sentence or executions for the crimes and cruelties they committed for real. They will no longer be a problem, she will do nothing against the Gods and their Law, preserving her soul.
× Sao is a Demigod who has no direct connection with her or Tristan, nor reasons to help them. Nobody would expect him to be backing Tristan. If she asked a family member, everybody would guess it.
Plus, nobody can easily get rid of him.
× Having a fake Tristan in family acting normally will allow her to keep the truth hidden, revealing it only to Thorin, Jackil, her father, Sao and Bilbo. In her opinion, the less people who know the most secret it stays.
× If a hunter captures a 'fake Carlie' be it Jeremi or one of her brothers, they won't make any problem in killing the hunter.
× She prefers to be there to just pull the strings, everything will go smoother that way.
After meeting Ethan, she heads to meet Sao. She did not tell anything to him, her idea was to go to that place which he clearly considers the safest (Vik gave her the info that night at the Club) as a sign of respect towards him, to somewhat prove her submission, then beg him to join her and explain the situation, to ask for his help.
But the situation with Ethan changed two things: 1 Sao is still there, still dirty of blood;
2 He is in a rather bloody mood.
Thus, she does not need to call him at all, for when she teleports, the closest his anti-teleportation spells allow, Sao feels it and goes out on his own. Needless to say, not pleased at all.
She is really scared and doesn't even try to hide it, she doesn't feel safe, she knows his reputation and fears him more than almost anybody else. She thinks that he could torture her rape her, both, kill her too, she doesn't have the arrogance to think he will reserve her any sort of special treatment just because she is the wife of a Riddle. And it goes on her advantage in a way, as humbleness and respect are the top to use with him.
When Sao comes out, still dirty of dry blood and having a VERY non reassuring expression on his face, Carlie is standing under the cherry trees he himself planted, to honor the memory of his dead wife and daughter. As he comes a little closer, she bows+kneels in a very Eastern style, her hands trembling uncontrollably.
He approaches her close and stands at about a couple of steps away from her, with an angry look and crossed arms on his chest. He doesn't greet her nor bow, expecting her to speak and fast.
Carlie is even struggling not to burst in tears, she thinks it was the biggest mistake possible to come here, Sao will 100% torture her. Though, she still tries. After all, she would go through anything to protect her children, all the five of them. ~I-I beg your forgiveness for coming here, my Lord...I meant no disrespect...I dare not to...ask for a meeting, I thought that coming her would be the most respectful of me and...it would show my...submission...~
~Submission.~ He says seriously but in an interrogative way.
She nods, holding her breath. ~To accept any decision or fate you would reserve to me...m-my Lord...I do not have the arrogance to think my safety goes...above your will...~ Well, she is not sure what she is saying, her brain is more focused on picturing herself tied to a torture table right now.
~What do you want from me.~ He asks coldly, if he was in a good mood he would maybe even joke about all this, in his typical way, but his stormy mood truly makes him creepy.
She bites her lip, pondering how to say it. She knows that it is essential to express the matter in the correct way, if she wants even just a slight hope that he would consider it. ~I am aware to be nobody to ask anything from you my Lord...and I didn't come to you with claimings or arrogance, but desperation...the desperation of a mother whose son is living through a nightmare he doesn't deserve...~ He just stares at her, coldly and angrily, not asking nor saying anything, expecting her to continue.
And she does, after a little pause. ~I came to you because...I know that my son could not be in safest hands...because I need to bring him away from here, somewhere safe and if any family member suddenly disappeared, who is after my son could guess my plot and endanger him even there...~
~You. Came. To ask me to protect your son..?~ He asks in a far from reassuring tone, as if pissed off for it. He finds it almost hard to believe in fact. She is so terrified of him, how could she entrust her son to him?
There she can not help but let go some tears. For some reasons, she will not manage to consider Tristan safe with anybody else. He is highly feared all over Nortrig, she finds it impossible that the hunters would not fear him too. And even if they were that crazy, she knows they could do absolutely nothing to get rid of Sao. If there is one thing she knows for sure is that someone like Sao is someone you should want on your side more than anybody else, someone who is so cruel and who you can not defeat, really best not be your enemy.
~I of course did not intend to propose this to you to be done as an act of kindness, you owe nothing to me nor my husbands or son...I will repay you for this...~
And there, he looks even more angry. He is the one who should be sitting on the Eastern throne, the true Emperor and he would be, if he did not willingly decide to not be and leave the throne to someone he considers more fitting, Choi. He is the richest person in the whole East, part of the treasures of the Crown were donated by him to the Emperor. The mention of "repay"ing him sounded almost offending as he interpreted it as that she intends to give him money for that, as if he was some lowly mercenary or actual bodyguard of some sort.
All in all, neither money nor anything material can ever convince him, for he can afford literally everything and what he can't, he can get by himself just using his reputation and political power. But in truth, Carlie knew it and it was in no way what she meant. ~Repay me? Does it look to you that I am accepting any job? Or that I am in need of richess?~ And considering he gifted her, Jackil and Thorin a whole estate in the East as a Wedding gift, back in the time, it is quite clear he does not need money.
She starts to sob there, even more frightened. All she has left to hope is that after clarifying she did not mean money, he will be a tiny wee bit more reasonable. She takes a deep breath. ~I did not mean money...or other sort of item...I am aware of rank and nobility, my Lord...what I meant is that...I am willing to accept anything you might decide, in return...anything in the world...~
To those words, he grabs her by arm and forces her to stand up, rather roughly, pushing her towards one of the cherry trees and approaching her very close. He also grabs her chin, forcing her to look at him. ~It leaves an endless range of possibilities open.~
She sobs even more, speaking with a very frightened voice and trembling really badly. ~I know...and I am willing to accept any, you may choose...there is nothing I would not do, take or go through, for the safety of my children...~
~You don't sound so convincing.~ He says with an unpleasant tone.
~I fear, that I can not avoid nor just...hide...I am terrified...and you know it...but this does not mean I am not decided and convinced. I will accept anything for them...~ She is feeling so sick right now.
He looks in her eyes for some time. ~Hm.
What is it that you fear the most?~ That sounds just SO dreadful to her now. Thinking he will do what she will answer. But she also thinks that if she lied, it would be far worse.
~To be tortured...~ it is truly what she fears the most. She was tortured by Ezekiel and it destroyed her beyond measure. And he really didn't do much to her, it lasted less than an hour. She can not even imagine what Sao would be capable of doing, especially after seeing in which state he left Ethan.
True, it is a good idea to not lie to him. Especially in such a delicate situation as it would really take him nothing to just drag her to his dungeon and torture her, they are barely a few metres from there.
He remains silent for some time, staring in her eyes a bit longer. ~We have a deal.
This is no place for a woman.~ Said that, he grabs her by arm and teleports away with her.
It will not be said what Sao decided to be his payment for now. It will be told when Carlie will speak about it to some other character. Nothing small or light, but much less bad than she would have ever imagined, as she was over convinced he would rape her to say the least. -it can be said though, he did NOT rape NOR torture her-.
The next morning, she, Sao and Tristan meet in the place where the portal to the Shire will be made. She had already warned Bilbo about everything, including Sao's presence and how to behave towards him.
As Sao arrives, she bows low to him, not daring to look at him for a moment though.
~General Yung, this is my and Jackil Riddle's son, Tristan Morgan Benjamin Jeremi II...~ To her words, Tristan bows to him, though he almost falls down as he bends. His forces are close to 0 and his back hurts like hell.
~My apologizes, General Yung...~ He says due to having failed the bow, speaking with a very low voice. It is totally evident he can not hold himself, constantly looking as if about to faint any time. ~H-honored to meet you again.~ After the meeting at the hotel Cortez when he convinced him to go home.
After that, Carlie opens a portal to a safe spot, very close to Bag End and the three go through it, first Carlie with Tristan, as she is supporting him and keeping her arm wrapped around him all the time, then Sao. She closes the portal right after and leads them to Bilbo's home. It is late evening, it is dark already since it is almost Winter and the sky is totally covered by clouds. Bilbo is preparing dinner that very moment and as someone knocks on the door, he almost gets an heart attack, since he did not expect Carlie to come when dark but during the day. He is still paranoid, thinking it could be someone dangerous.
He approaches the door and remains behind it, with Pippin standing behind him. ~W-Who's it?~ He asks hesitantly.
~Bilbo, it is me, Carlie...~ She is not surprised by his hesitation, she knows that the times are rather dangerous and one can never be too careful, especially if as defence less as a Hobbit.
Bilbo opens the door immediately after Carlie answers, welcoming them with a warm smile. ~Hello there! Sorry for my little hesitation, but there are very creepy travelers out there nowadays...please come in, make yourselves at home! I was just preparing dinner, you came at a perfect timing!~
The three walk in and she gives Bilbo such a grateful look. ~Bilbo, this is Tristan, he grew up a lot since you last saw him...and this is General Sao Yung...~
~Good evening uncle Bilbo...~ They always called him uncle, since he is a very close friend of their father Thorin.
Bilbo smiles at him. ~You grow up so much indeed, I find it hard to recognize you!~ Then stands in front of Sao. ~Bilbo Baggins, at your service, General Yung!~ And bows. And Sao bows as well, in Eastern way but saying nothing. Can't say he is pleased by the place, especially due to the height.
~Oh and this little pepper is Peregrin, my nephew! He is entrusted to me! I am sure you and him can have some fun time together! ~ Telling it to Tristan of course.
~Please make yourselves comfortable! Sit by the table I will start to serve some food!~ And said that, Bilbo rushes to the kitchen to check the food he was cooking and also enters the pantry starting to see what to serve with it.
Carlie helps Tristan to sit by the table -which is a bit hard due to the small chairs- and kisses his head 10000000 times, telling him how she will miss him, to stay safe, to recover, to behave etc, then thanks Bilbo once more, formally bows to Sao and leaves them there.
Sao approaches the table too, but rather than sitting on those chairs, he kneels on the floor, finding it much more comfortable. He will force Bilbo to build a Japanese like table before the end.
Bilbo starts to take the food and dishes and cutlery to the table and noticing Sao, he worries immediately. ~Let me take you a pillow...I am so sorry, I never really imagined I would have tall friends to visit me some day, while building the place...but I will see to make things comfortable for both of you, I promise!~ He indeed rushes to grab all the small pillows from couch and armchairs.
And the rest goes like imagined. All pretty normal and smooth.
All this to say that right now Tristan and Sao are by Bilbo and that is where they can be found.
Also, it is insanely rainy in the Shire, pretty unnatural, as much as in Rohan. Adding to the far from reassuring signs that can be noticed all over Arda.
Nonetheless, she decides to go to meet him, just the way she planned.
She will NOT stay back until the dangerous Southern Hunters will capture her son, no way. She becomes dangerous herself and has already started a big plot to get rid of them, not just permanently, but in a totally INNOCENT way, or rather, without killing any of them.
•Her plan• :
> Take the look of the dangerous hunters and commit lesser crimes in their name, enough to send Royal Guards to investigate their homes, where they will find ALL of their 'skeletons in closets' (buried corpses -of monsters, innocent or not, in many case even of some humans possessed by ghosts that they did not save-, tons of illegal weapons and potions and elixirs, drugs and all sort of torture equipments)
> Bring Tristan to the Shire to stay with Bilbo with Sao watching over them. (As she knows that Erebor would be the most obvious place where to search for Tristan in Arda) > Have one of her brothers replacing Tristan in Nortrig, pretending to be him 100%.
> Have several of her brothers and in some cases even her father turned into her, to build strong alibis and to make sure the real her won't be taken to use her to reach Tristan.
> Stay in Erebor with some ready traps in case some Hunter will reach there.
√ Her reasons;
× The hunters will certainly earn life sentence or executions for the crimes and cruelties they committed for real. They will no longer be a problem, she will do nothing against the Gods and their Law, preserving her soul.
× Sao is a Demigod who has no direct connection with her or Tristan, nor reasons to help them. Nobody would expect him to be backing Tristan. If she asked a family member, everybody would guess it.
Plus, nobody can easily get rid of him.
× Having a fake Tristan in family acting normally will allow her to keep the truth hidden, revealing it only to Thorin, Jackil, her father, Sao and Bilbo. In her opinion, the less people who know the most secret it stays.
× If a hunter captures a 'fake Carlie' be it Jeremi or one of her brothers, they won't make any problem in killing the hunter.
× She prefers to be there to just pull the strings, everything will go smoother that way.
After meeting Ethan, she heads to meet Sao. She did not tell anything to him, her idea was to go to that place which he clearly considers the safest (Vik gave her the info that night at the Club) as a sign of respect towards him, to somewhat prove her submission, then beg him to join her and explain the situation, to ask for his help.
But the situation with Ethan changed two things: 1 Sao is still there, still dirty of blood;
2 He is in a rather bloody mood.
Thus, she does not need to call him at all, for when she teleports, the closest his anti-teleportation spells allow, Sao feels it and goes out on his own. Needless to say, not pleased at all.
She is really scared and doesn't even try to hide it, she doesn't feel safe, she knows his reputation and fears him more than almost anybody else. She thinks that he could torture her rape her, both, kill her too, she doesn't have the arrogance to think he will reserve her any sort of special treatment just because she is the wife of a Riddle. And it goes on her advantage in a way, as humbleness and respect are the top to use with him.
When Sao comes out, still dirty of dry blood and having a VERY non reassuring expression on his face, Carlie is standing under the cherry trees he himself planted, to honor the memory of his dead wife and daughter. As he comes a little closer, she bows+kneels in a very Eastern style, her hands trembling uncontrollably.
He approaches her close and stands at about a couple of steps away from her, with an angry look and crossed arms on his chest. He doesn't greet her nor bow, expecting her to speak and fast.
Carlie is even struggling not to burst in tears, she thinks it was the biggest mistake possible to come here, Sao will 100% torture her. Though, she still tries. After all, she would go through anything to protect her children, all the five of them. ~I-I beg your forgiveness for coming here, my Lord...I meant no disrespect...I dare not to...ask for a meeting, I thought that coming her would be the most respectful of me and...it would show my...submission...~
~Submission.~ He says seriously but in an interrogative way.
She nods, holding her breath. ~To accept any decision or fate you would reserve to me...m-my Lord...I do not have the arrogance to think my safety goes...above your will...~ Well, she is not sure what she is saying, her brain is more focused on picturing herself tied to a torture table right now.
~What do you want from me.~ He asks coldly, if he was in a good mood he would maybe even joke about all this, in his typical way, but his stormy mood truly makes him creepy.
She bites her lip, pondering how to say it. She knows that it is essential to express the matter in the correct way, if she wants even just a slight hope that he would consider it. ~I am aware to be nobody to ask anything from you my Lord...and I didn't come to you with claimings or arrogance, but desperation...the desperation of a mother whose son is living through a nightmare he doesn't deserve...~ He just stares at her, coldly and angrily, not asking nor saying anything, expecting her to continue.
And she does, after a little pause. ~I came to you because...I know that my son could not be in safest hands...because I need to bring him away from here, somewhere safe and if any family member suddenly disappeared, who is after my son could guess my plot and endanger him even there...~
~You. Came. To ask me to protect your son..?~ He asks in a far from reassuring tone, as if pissed off for it. He finds it almost hard to believe in fact. She is so terrified of him, how could she entrust her son to him?
There she can not help but let go some tears. For some reasons, she will not manage to consider Tristan safe with anybody else. He is highly feared all over Nortrig, she finds it impossible that the hunters would not fear him too. And even if they were that crazy, she knows they could do absolutely nothing to get rid of Sao. If there is one thing she knows for sure is that someone like Sao is someone you should want on your side more than anybody else, someone who is so cruel and who you can not defeat, really best not be your enemy.
~I of course did not intend to propose this to you to be done as an act of kindness, you owe nothing to me nor my husbands or son...I will repay you for this...~
And there, he looks even more angry. He is the one who should be sitting on the Eastern throne, the true Emperor and he would be, if he did not willingly decide to not be and leave the throne to someone he considers more fitting, Choi. He is the richest person in the whole East, part of the treasures of the Crown were donated by him to the Emperor. The mention of "repay"ing him sounded almost offending as he interpreted it as that she intends to give him money for that, as if he was some lowly mercenary or actual bodyguard of some sort.
All in all, neither money nor anything material can ever convince him, for he can afford literally everything and what he can't, he can get by himself just using his reputation and political power. But in truth, Carlie knew it and it was in no way what she meant. ~Repay me? Does it look to you that I am accepting any job? Or that I am in need of richess?~ And considering he gifted her, Jackil and Thorin a whole estate in the East as a Wedding gift, back in the time, it is quite clear he does not need money.
She starts to sob there, even more frightened. All she has left to hope is that after clarifying she did not mean money, he will be a tiny wee bit more reasonable. She takes a deep breath. ~I did not mean money...or other sort of item...I am aware of rank and nobility, my Lord...what I meant is that...I am willing to accept anything you might decide, in return...anything in the world...~
To those words, he grabs her by arm and forces her to stand up, rather roughly, pushing her towards one of the cherry trees and approaching her very close. He also grabs her chin, forcing her to look at him. ~It leaves an endless range of possibilities open.~
She sobs even more, speaking with a very frightened voice and trembling really badly. ~I know...and I am willing to accept any, you may choose...there is nothing I would not do, take or go through, for the safety of my children...~
~You don't sound so convincing.~ He says with an unpleasant tone.
~I fear, that I can not avoid nor just...hide...I am terrified...and you know it...but this does not mean I am not decided and convinced. I will accept anything for them...~ She is feeling so sick right now.
He looks in her eyes for some time. ~Hm.
What is it that you fear the most?~ That sounds just SO dreadful to her now. Thinking he will do what she will answer. But she also thinks that if she lied, it would be far worse.
~To be tortured...~ it is truly what she fears the most. She was tortured by Ezekiel and it destroyed her beyond measure. And he really didn't do much to her, it lasted less than an hour. She can not even imagine what Sao would be capable of doing, especially after seeing in which state he left Ethan.
True, it is a good idea to not lie to him. Especially in such a delicate situation as it would really take him nothing to just drag her to his dungeon and torture her, they are barely a few metres from there.
He remains silent for some time, staring in her eyes a bit longer. ~We have a deal.
This is no place for a woman.~ Said that, he grabs her by arm and teleports away with her.
It will not be said what Sao decided to be his payment for now. It will be told when Carlie will speak about it to some other character. Nothing small or light, but much less bad than she would have ever imagined, as she was over convinced he would rape her to say the least. -it can be said though, he did NOT rape NOR torture her-.
The next morning, she, Sao and Tristan meet in the place where the portal to the Shire will be made. She had already warned Bilbo about everything, including Sao's presence and how to behave towards him.
As Sao arrives, she bows low to him, not daring to look at him for a moment though.
~General Yung, this is my and Jackil Riddle's son, Tristan Morgan Benjamin Jeremi II...~ To her words, Tristan bows to him, though he almost falls down as he bends. His forces are close to 0 and his back hurts like hell.
~My apologizes, General Yung...~ He says due to having failed the bow, speaking with a very low voice. It is totally evident he can not hold himself, constantly looking as if about to faint any time. ~H-honored to meet you again.~ After the meeting at the hotel Cortez when he convinced him to go home.
After that, Carlie opens a portal to a safe spot, very close to Bag End and the three go through it, first Carlie with Tristan, as she is supporting him and keeping her arm wrapped around him all the time, then Sao. She closes the portal right after and leads them to Bilbo's home. It is late evening, it is dark already since it is almost Winter and the sky is totally covered by clouds. Bilbo is preparing dinner that very moment and as someone knocks on the door, he almost gets an heart attack, since he did not expect Carlie to come when dark but during the day. He is still paranoid, thinking it could be someone dangerous.
He approaches the door and remains behind it, with Pippin standing behind him. ~W-Who's it?~ He asks hesitantly.
~Bilbo, it is me, Carlie...~ She is not surprised by his hesitation, she knows that the times are rather dangerous and one can never be too careful, especially if as defence less as a Hobbit.
Bilbo opens the door immediately after Carlie answers, welcoming them with a warm smile. ~Hello there! Sorry for my little hesitation, but there are very creepy travelers out there nowadays...please come in, make yourselves at home! I was just preparing dinner, you came at a perfect timing!~
The three walk in and she gives Bilbo such a grateful look. ~Bilbo, this is Tristan, he grew up a lot since you last saw him...and this is General Sao Yung...~
~Good evening uncle Bilbo...~ They always called him uncle, since he is a very close friend of their father Thorin.
Bilbo smiles at him. ~You grow up so much indeed, I find it hard to recognize you!~ Then stands in front of Sao. ~Bilbo Baggins, at your service, General Yung!~ And bows. And Sao bows as well, in Eastern way but saying nothing. Can't say he is pleased by the place, especially due to the height.
~Oh and this little pepper is Peregrin, my nephew! He is entrusted to me! I am sure you and him can have some fun time together! ~ Telling it to Tristan of course.
~Please make yourselves comfortable! Sit by the table I will start to serve some food!~ And said that, Bilbo rushes to the kitchen to check the food he was cooking and also enters the pantry starting to see what to serve with it.
Carlie helps Tristan to sit by the table -which is a bit hard due to the small chairs- and kisses his head 10000000 times, telling him how she will miss him, to stay safe, to recover, to behave etc, then thanks Bilbo once more, formally bows to Sao and leaves them there.
Sao approaches the table too, but rather than sitting on those chairs, he kneels on the floor, finding it much more comfortable. He will force Bilbo to build a Japanese like table before the end.
Bilbo starts to take the food and dishes and cutlery to the table and noticing Sao, he worries immediately. ~Let me take you a pillow...I am so sorry, I never really imagined I would have tall friends to visit me some day, while building the place...but I will see to make things comfortable for both of you, I promise!~ He indeed rushes to grab all the small pillows from couch and armchairs.
And the rest goes like imagined. All pretty normal and smooth.
All this to say that right now Tristan and Sao are by Bilbo and that is where they can be found.
Also, it is insanely rainy in the Shire, pretty unnatural, as much as in Rohan. Adding to the far from reassuring signs that can be noticed all over Arda.
Isabel's Bio.
“Foolish mortals, so little time, and all they do is squander it away. Oh well, at least the wealthy ones make a decent meal.”
Name: Isabel Adel Ferris (The first name is pronounced the way it is in Spanish)
Apparent Age: 21-23
Actual Age: unknown
Race: Vampire
Height: 5’5”
Weight: 110 lbs
Birth Date: April 23rd
Hair Color: chestnut brown
Eye Color: emerald
Typical Clothing Style: She has difficulty wearing fashions other than those from her time period but will wear what her sire tells her.
Current Residence:
typically in one of Vonkeegan’s many residences throughout the world
Nationality: French
Sire: Wolfgang Vonkeegan
Best Friend: Natalia
Enemies: anyone who crosses her
Strengths: She is gifted at making several types of potions. She is also clever and resourceful.
Weaknesses: holding her composure in a public setting and physical fighting
Fears: that she will be trapped serving her sire for eternity
Hobbies: playing the violin and piano, collecting cosmetics, shopping, and creating poisons and potions
Favorite Food: type O blood or any blood of an annoying man that she can kill
Current relationships: none
Special abilities:
- Isabel relies on blood magic to kill most of her victims. When I have more time, I will type out the spells she typically uses and how this process works. She isn’t beyond using typical household cleaners to kill her victims if they annoy her badly enough.
- She can transform into a little white cat or bat with enough blood.
- Vampire strength
Background:
(For those who have time to read this, here is part of her long, drawn-out history. I’ll let everyone’s imagination fill in the rest, although I have a specific storyline for her. )
Isabel was still lying there. Her pain and injuries were so severe that it was impossible to feel any of them. Even with being through this type of torment, she still was unable to escape the pain of a subconscious mind. The same torturous memories played over and over again in her mind like an old-fashioned horror film. No matter how much she mentally screamed and pleaded, there was nothing she could do to escape. No one could hear her beg to be left alone. Her cruel soul was upsetting her with painful memories of her human past, preparing her for the hellish future she would surely have after death. She had been suffering from these images since she had become unconscious, but now they were causing her to suffer so tremendously that she had to free herself. Her claws extended, and she dug them into the mattress as deeply as she could, although even if someone took her hand, she wouldn’t know it. She longed to hear a familiar voice, but no such comfort would come to her.
The dream started nicely enough if a dream was what one could call it. The setting was a quiet, expensive eatery in seventieth-century Paris, France. It was nothing more than a simple tavern of sorts, but considering the desperation of the time, it was quite an incredible luxury even for the wealthiest of people. Her father owned this building, as well as a few others in the town. Buying land was a staple in his life as well as a way to make money for his family. Isabel’s family members were frequent guests at this place, and tonight would be no different. She sat at a table that was lit by dull candlelight. She was human and beautiful, her face lightly flushed and glowing. Her long brown hair hung down her back in ringlets, looking more shiny and vibrant than it did now in her vampire days. She sat there properly with her smooth hands folded in her lap. She wore a giant satin blue gown covered in ribbons and beads; it was one of her favorite dresses and was popular for the time. It was also the dress she occasionally wore to this day whenever her sire commanded it. It had nearly cost her a fortune to buy, but money was no concern for her family. Across her sat Natalia, one of her best companions, and an upper-class man from Russia. At her side was a charming brown-haired man with honey-colored eyes. Isabel sat there, absently playing with a giant ring on her right hand. She was only here on behalf of her father since he was too busy with other engagements.
“Stop acting so fidgety; you’re acting like a small child,” the man sitting beside her ordered. She looked over at him and smiled. They had already eaten and were waiting for the last of the courses.
“Forgive me,” she apologized quietly, grabbing her wine glass and sipping at it momentarily. She placed her warm hand over his for a moment.
The man smiled and took her hand, holding it under the table. “I do not understand; what is the matter with you? Is that wine like poison to your lips? You are not acting as yourself tonight,” he commented a little more gently.
Even back then, Natalia was not afraid to speak her mind. “And honestly, Fredric, how do you expect her to act the night before you two will be wed? Such a lucky couple,” she added as she took the hand of the man sitting next to her. “I hope you will both travel to Russia for our w….”She was suddenly cut off when a man in a slightly old-fashioned outfit appeared.
“Good evening, I am sorry to interrupt, “A man named Vonkeegan greeted them courteously. He reached for Isabel’s hand and pulled it to his lips to kiss the back of it. “I could not forgive myself if I did not congratulate the lucky bride-to-be. So radiant and beautiful like a flower, the young gentleman is truly the luckiest in all of Paris. Mademoiselle Ferris, you are blushing; young love is quite the treasure.”
Isabel bowed her head slightly. “Thank you very much. Please... I hope you will join us tomorrow at the ceremony; it would mean so much to me. You have been so kind to my family. I could never repay you,” she returned his kindness sweetly.
Vonkeegan smiled and leaned closer to her. “Oh, I think you can, my sweet,” he whispered in her ear as he put a gold necklace with a heart around her neck. “There, for good luck,” he announced to the group. “A round of red wine for all of you, the sweetest you will ever taste, I assure you,” he said as he called the waiter over. He took a glass and waited for the others to take theirs. “A toast to the beautiful couple,” he toasted them and took a sip. He set the glass on the tray and then bowed before leaving again.
Isabel felt uneasy around Vonkeegan but knew how much her father favored him. He always told her that if he stuck with Vonkeegan, the entire world would know their names. Her father was passionate about his business and even more about trying to improve society. Isabel could admire him for that if nothing else. She was deep in thought when Fredric tapped her on the shoulder again. Her hand had been placed over the necklace that rested against her chest.
“Isabel, what is it?” he finally asked.
She hardly responded and sipped her wine. He was right; this wine was like poison, the only thing she had that could put her at ease and relax her. “It is nothing, Fredric. Do not concern yourself with me,” she responded a little irritably. She tried to watch her mouth around her fiancé. She loved him, or at least that was what her father had told her. Her father had intended her to marry this man before she was old enough to walk.
The rest of the dinner went well, and Isabel was more at ease than before. The wine Vonkeegan had ordered for them was much stronger than they would have requested for themselves. They started to walk home. They had left the tavern relatively late; almost all the street lights had gone out by now. Isabel let Fredric hold on to her arm as they walked, although she didn’t look the least bit satisfied. She leaned her head against him slightly, although she looked over at Natalia and her fiancé. Those two had met hardly a year ago and were already set to be married next May. She thought that was true love, so sweet and pure. She looked up at Fredric for a minute and pulled her arm away. Once again, he asked her what was wrong. “It’s nothing….I…I am just so happy, darling,” she answered quietly as tears ran down her face.
Just then, the charm from the gold necklace fell off without breaking the chain and rolled into a side street. “Oh no, my necklace!!” she yelled as she started after it. Even then, Isabel was a bit shallow. The others followed after her. As soon as they were out of sight from the remaining streetlamps, Vonkeegan grabbed Isabel, and three others held the rest. It was too dark for Isabel to see much of anything. “Robbers ro….!!” she tried to scream as she kicked at Vonkeegan’s legs. Her voice cut off quickly when she heard a loud crack and saw her precious Fredrick lying at her feet, his neck broken completely. Her eyes widened, and she gasped in fear. She struggled against Vonkeegan as violently as she could manage. She had only then realized she was more worried about herself than anyone else.
Vonkeegan kissed her head. “My precious pet, do not scream now; you are safe,” he whispered to her quietly.
Isabel was perplexed now, sobbing hysterically. “Please….please don’t hurt me…let me go. You can have whatever you want; just let me go,” she begged through gagging sobs.
Vonkeegan pressed his hand to her face. “But my dear, you are the only thing I could possibly want in this world.” He took her farther into the alleyway and pinned her down on the cobblestone street.
“This will be the only wedding you will remember; this is love for an eternity,” he said darkly.
OOC Info:
(I do not own this picture so credit goes to the original artist. If you would like to see an anime picture of her, I have one that was drawn for me by a friend.)
Name: Isabel Adel Ferris (The first name is pronounced the way it is in Spanish)
Apparent Age: 21-23
Actual Age: unknown
Race: Vampire
Height: 5’5”
Weight: 110 lbs
Birth Date: April 23rd
Hair Color: chestnut brown
Eye Color: emerald
Typical Clothing Style: She has difficulty wearing fashions other than those from her time period but will wear what her sire tells her.
Current Residence:
typically in one of Vonkeegan’s many residences throughout the world
Nationality: French
Sire: Wolfgang Vonkeegan
Best Friend: Natalia
Enemies: anyone who crosses her
Strengths: She is gifted at making several types of potions. She is also clever and resourceful.
Weaknesses: holding her composure in a public setting and physical fighting
Fears: that she will be trapped serving her sire for eternity
Hobbies: playing the violin and piano, collecting cosmetics, shopping, and creating poisons and potions
Favorite Food: type O blood or any blood of an annoying man that she can kill
Current relationships: none
Special abilities:
- Isabel relies on blood magic to kill most of her victims. When I have more time, I will type out the spells she typically uses and how this process works. She isn’t beyond using typical household cleaners to kill her victims if they annoy her badly enough.
- She can transform into a little white cat or bat with enough blood.
- Vampire strength
Background:
(For those who have time to read this, here is part of her long, drawn-out history. I’ll let everyone’s imagination fill in the rest, although I have a specific storyline for her. )
Isabel was still lying there. Her pain and injuries were so severe that it was impossible to feel any of them. Even with being through this type of torment, she still was unable to escape the pain of a subconscious mind. The same torturous memories played over and over again in her mind like an old-fashioned horror film. No matter how much she mentally screamed and pleaded, there was nothing she could do to escape. No one could hear her beg to be left alone. Her cruel soul was upsetting her with painful memories of her human past, preparing her for the hellish future she would surely have after death. She had been suffering from these images since she had become unconscious, but now they were causing her to suffer so tremendously that she had to free herself. Her claws extended, and she dug them into the mattress as deeply as she could, although even if someone took her hand, she wouldn’t know it. She longed to hear a familiar voice, but no such comfort would come to her.
The dream started nicely enough if a dream was what one could call it. The setting was a quiet, expensive eatery in seventieth-century Paris, France. It was nothing more than a simple tavern of sorts, but considering the desperation of the time, it was quite an incredible luxury even for the wealthiest of people. Her father owned this building, as well as a few others in the town. Buying land was a staple in his life as well as a way to make money for his family. Isabel’s family members were frequent guests at this place, and tonight would be no different. She sat at a table that was lit by dull candlelight. She was human and beautiful, her face lightly flushed and glowing. Her long brown hair hung down her back in ringlets, looking more shiny and vibrant than it did now in her vampire days. She sat there properly with her smooth hands folded in her lap. She wore a giant satin blue gown covered in ribbons and beads; it was one of her favorite dresses and was popular for the time. It was also the dress she occasionally wore to this day whenever her sire commanded it. It had nearly cost her a fortune to buy, but money was no concern for her family. Across her sat Natalia, one of her best companions, and an upper-class man from Russia. At her side was a charming brown-haired man with honey-colored eyes. Isabel sat there, absently playing with a giant ring on her right hand. She was only here on behalf of her father since he was too busy with other engagements.
“Stop acting so fidgety; you’re acting like a small child,” the man sitting beside her ordered. She looked over at him and smiled. They had already eaten and were waiting for the last of the courses.
“Forgive me,” she apologized quietly, grabbing her wine glass and sipping at it momentarily. She placed her warm hand over his for a moment.
The man smiled and took her hand, holding it under the table. “I do not understand; what is the matter with you? Is that wine like poison to your lips? You are not acting as yourself tonight,” he commented a little more gently.
Even back then, Natalia was not afraid to speak her mind. “And honestly, Fredric, how do you expect her to act the night before you two will be wed? Such a lucky couple,” she added as she took the hand of the man sitting next to her. “I hope you will both travel to Russia for our w….”She was suddenly cut off when a man in a slightly old-fashioned outfit appeared.
“Good evening, I am sorry to interrupt, “A man named Vonkeegan greeted them courteously. He reached for Isabel’s hand and pulled it to his lips to kiss the back of it. “I could not forgive myself if I did not congratulate the lucky bride-to-be. So radiant and beautiful like a flower, the young gentleman is truly the luckiest in all of Paris. Mademoiselle Ferris, you are blushing; young love is quite the treasure.”
Isabel bowed her head slightly. “Thank you very much. Please... I hope you will join us tomorrow at the ceremony; it would mean so much to me. You have been so kind to my family. I could never repay you,” she returned his kindness sweetly.
Vonkeegan smiled and leaned closer to her. “Oh, I think you can, my sweet,” he whispered in her ear as he put a gold necklace with a heart around her neck. “There, for good luck,” he announced to the group. “A round of red wine for all of you, the sweetest you will ever taste, I assure you,” he said as he called the waiter over. He took a glass and waited for the others to take theirs. “A toast to the beautiful couple,” he toasted them and took a sip. He set the glass on the tray and then bowed before leaving again.
Isabel felt uneasy around Vonkeegan but knew how much her father favored him. He always told her that if he stuck with Vonkeegan, the entire world would know their names. Her father was passionate about his business and even more about trying to improve society. Isabel could admire him for that if nothing else. She was deep in thought when Fredric tapped her on the shoulder again. Her hand had been placed over the necklace that rested against her chest.
“Isabel, what is it?” he finally asked.
She hardly responded and sipped her wine. He was right; this wine was like poison, the only thing she had that could put her at ease and relax her. “It is nothing, Fredric. Do not concern yourself with me,” she responded a little irritably. She tried to watch her mouth around her fiancé. She loved him, or at least that was what her father had told her. Her father had intended her to marry this man before she was old enough to walk.
The rest of the dinner went well, and Isabel was more at ease than before. The wine Vonkeegan had ordered for them was much stronger than they would have requested for themselves. They started to walk home. They had left the tavern relatively late; almost all the street lights had gone out by now. Isabel let Fredric hold on to her arm as they walked, although she didn’t look the least bit satisfied. She leaned her head against him slightly, although she looked over at Natalia and her fiancé. Those two had met hardly a year ago and were already set to be married next May. She thought that was true love, so sweet and pure. She looked up at Fredric for a minute and pulled her arm away. Once again, he asked her what was wrong. “It’s nothing….I…I am just so happy, darling,” she answered quietly as tears ran down her face.
Just then, the charm from the gold necklace fell off without breaking the chain and rolled into a side street. “Oh no, my necklace!!” she yelled as she started after it. Even then, Isabel was a bit shallow. The others followed after her. As soon as they were out of sight from the remaining streetlamps, Vonkeegan grabbed Isabel, and three others held the rest. It was too dark for Isabel to see much of anything. “Robbers ro….!!” she tried to scream as she kicked at Vonkeegan’s legs. Her voice cut off quickly when she heard a loud crack and saw her precious Fredrick lying at her feet, his neck broken completely. Her eyes widened, and she gasped in fear. She struggled against Vonkeegan as violently as she could manage. She had only then realized she was more worried about herself than anyone else.
Vonkeegan kissed her head. “My precious pet, do not scream now; you are safe,” he whispered to her quietly.
Isabel was perplexed now, sobbing hysterically. “Please….please don’t hurt me…let me go. You can have whatever you want; just let me go,” she begged through gagging sobs.
Vonkeegan pressed his hand to her face. “But my dear, you are the only thing I could possibly want in this world.” He took her farther into the alleyway and pinned her down on the cobblestone street.
“This will be the only wedding you will remember; this is love for an eternity,” he said darkly.
OOC Info:
(I do not own this picture so credit goes to the original artist. If you would like to see an anime picture of her, I have one that was drawn for me by a friend.)
Almeha's Bio.
“A stroll through the park, a typical crime scene, who would have thought things could go so terribly wrong?”
“A heart can’t break if it no longer beats.”
Name: Almeha Adam Anderson (Meha to some)
Apparent Age: 23
Actual Age: 23
Race: Vampire (Newly Turned)
Height: 6’1”
Weight: 125 lbs
Birth Date: October 7th
Hair Color: black
Eye Color: emerald
Nationality: English/Japanese
Tattoos: a bat tattoo on the small of her back and a tattoo of thorns and roses wrapped around her upper arm
Typical Clothing Style: She can mostly be seen in black gothic style clothing unless she is working.
Anderson Family:
Mother: Victoria (alive and well)
Father: Adam (alive and well)
Twin Brother: Sen (alive and well)
Younger Brother: Sahari (alive and well)
Sire: Wolfgang Vonkeegan
Current relationships: none, her last serious one ended in disaster
Current Residence:
She travels around a lot for work but is currently staying with her parents.
Occupation: After studying criminal justice abroad and attending class at an undisclosed academy, she works as a detective.
Strengths: She is a strong willed person and generally has a good heart.
Weaknesses: is reckless, sarcastic, and has a hard time expressing her feelings
Fears: watching her family die and hurting someone she cares about
Hobbies: playing guitar and singing for the band Shadow’s Nightmare, reading, beating up her brothers, and watching horror movies
Special abilities:
She has vampire strength but none of her other abilities have been discovered yet. Everything is a bit of a learning process for her right now.
Background:
(Usually I type some big long thing filled with sorrow, drama, revenge…all of that fun stuff. This time well… what’s below is all you get. The rest you will have to find out for yourself. )
Almeha was hurrying down the sidewalk of a busy city street, hardly paying any mind to the people she nearly ran over on her mission. The crisp autumn air blew her long raven hair about fiercely to create a tangled mess, but the pale slender woman hardly seemed to notice. Although she moved quickly, it would be an almost sluggish pace for most of her kind. Her one arm was wrapped securely around her stomach as she ran, the other hand pressed tightly to a cellphone covering her ear. Finally she forced herself to pause for a moment to draw in a deep painful breath. For her, the involuntary act of breathing was unnecessary for her dead lungs, but she needed to pause for a moment to shut her eyes and try to concentrate on a phone call. The sound of the people’s pounding hearts beat in her ears even louder than the drums at one of her wild concerts. Not only did the sound serve as an irritation, it also caused a wild hunger to rise up inside of her. Her throat burned and her stomach tied itself in knots. Given how obsessed she had been with vampire novels in her human life, she knew what she needed, but the friend who often helped her was not around tonight. Slowly she moved her trembling hand from her stomach to place it on the lamppost she had stopped near. She could feel her fangs elongating in her mouth so she gritted her teeth tightly to try and stop them. “Look Sen… I…do…just go on without me. Christ, you sing or something. I’m not going to make it. Something came up!” she tried to explain, although her typically confident and strong voice wavered. “Yeah it’s work so….” she continued, trying her best not to lose concentration. It was clear by the custom made band shirt she was wearing and the crisp black flame stained bondage pants that she had tried hard this time to make it to the show. She had even bothered to add jewelry as a special touch and painted her lips and eyelids with dark makeup. Apparently for tonight Shadow’s Nightmare would have to go on without her. “I need to go,” she finished quickly before closing her phone and slumping forward.
OOC:
Credit for the picture goes to the artist.
“A heart can’t break if it no longer beats.”
Name: Almeha Adam Anderson (Meha to some)
Apparent Age: 23
Actual Age: 23
Race: Vampire (Newly Turned)
Height: 6’1”
Weight: 125 lbs
Birth Date: October 7th
Hair Color: black
Eye Color: emerald
Nationality: English/Japanese
Tattoos: a bat tattoo on the small of her back and a tattoo of thorns and roses wrapped around her upper arm
Typical Clothing Style: She can mostly be seen in black gothic style clothing unless she is working.
Anderson Family:
Mother: Victoria (alive and well)
Father: Adam (alive and well)
Twin Brother: Sen (alive and well)
Younger Brother: Sahari (alive and well)
Sire: Wolfgang Vonkeegan
Current relationships: none, her last serious one ended in disaster
Current Residence:
She travels around a lot for work but is currently staying with her parents.
Occupation: After studying criminal justice abroad and attending class at an undisclosed academy, she works as a detective.
Strengths: She is a strong willed person and generally has a good heart.
Weaknesses: is reckless, sarcastic, and has a hard time expressing her feelings
Fears: watching her family die and hurting someone she cares about
Hobbies: playing guitar and singing for the band Shadow’s Nightmare, reading, beating up her brothers, and watching horror movies
Special abilities:
She has vampire strength but none of her other abilities have been discovered yet. Everything is a bit of a learning process for her right now.
Background:
(Usually I type some big long thing filled with sorrow, drama, revenge…all of that fun stuff. This time well… what’s below is all you get. The rest you will have to find out for yourself. )
Almeha was hurrying down the sidewalk of a busy city street, hardly paying any mind to the people she nearly ran over on her mission. The crisp autumn air blew her long raven hair about fiercely to create a tangled mess, but the pale slender woman hardly seemed to notice. Although she moved quickly, it would be an almost sluggish pace for most of her kind. Her one arm was wrapped securely around her stomach as she ran, the other hand pressed tightly to a cellphone covering her ear. Finally she forced herself to pause for a moment to draw in a deep painful breath. For her, the involuntary act of breathing was unnecessary for her dead lungs, but she needed to pause for a moment to shut her eyes and try to concentrate on a phone call. The sound of the people’s pounding hearts beat in her ears even louder than the drums at one of her wild concerts. Not only did the sound serve as an irritation, it also caused a wild hunger to rise up inside of her. Her throat burned and her stomach tied itself in knots. Given how obsessed she had been with vampire novels in her human life, she knew what she needed, but the friend who often helped her was not around tonight. Slowly she moved her trembling hand from her stomach to place it on the lamppost she had stopped near. She could feel her fangs elongating in her mouth so she gritted her teeth tightly to try and stop them. “Look Sen… I…do…just go on without me. Christ, you sing or something. I’m not going to make it. Something came up!” she tried to explain, although her typically confident and strong voice wavered. “Yeah it’s work so….” she continued, trying her best not to lose concentration. It was clear by the custom made band shirt she was wearing and the crisp black flame stained bondage pants that she had tried hard this time to make it to the show. She had even bothered to add jewelry as a special touch and painted her lips and eyelids with dark makeup. Apparently for tonight Shadow’s Nightmare would have to go on without her. “I need to go,” she finished quickly before closing her phone and slumping forward.
OOC:
Credit for the picture goes to the artist.
Akina's Bio.
“May I… may I have a little taste of your blood? I promise it will not hurt… much…” ^^
“Yes Mistress… whatever you say mistress….. blah blah blah… Oh, she was listening to me wasn’t she?” >.>
Name: Akina Kimora
Race: Vampire
Apparent Age: 14-16
Actual Age: 257
Height:5’1"
Weight: 98 lbs
Hair Color: midnight black
Eye Color: a bright crystal blue
Blood Type: N/A
Special Markings: Of course she has two little fang marks on the base of her neck where she was bitten by her master.
Birthplace: Sendai Japan
Description of Home: As a human, Akina lived in a small Japanese style house with her parents. Now she is confined to a bedroom in an old fashioned house in a rundown area of France.
Sire:
Kalella Aimee Bourque
Educational Background: All of her educational knowledge has come from her sire.
Work Experience: She’s a jack of all trades, but a master of none. Her apparent age often creates problems in today's modern age, so she is at this time unemployed.
Strengths: She is a kind and warm hearted person that generally tries to help people (of course her vampiric nature cannot be ignored)
Weaknesses: She is a bit careless with her actions at times and has not successfully tapped into all of her abilities as an undead.
Fears: being alone or trapped in a small place
Philosophy: Live each day as if it was your last. Treasure every new experience. Live to take risks.
Hobbies: painting, drawing, making pottery, and collecting fireflies
Favorite food: While she is forced to drink human blood, she longs to enjoy sushi or sweet rice cakes.
Abilities:
blood magic (mostly used to make poison or healing potions)
mild telekinesis
vampire strength
able to shift into a bat, cat, or mist
heightened senses
History:
A sandy beach, cool ocean waves, and the scent of the salty crisp air are starting to become fading memories of Akina’s childhood home. Akina grew up in a small seaside village of what is now Sendai Japan. She lived in a small bamboo house with her parents and pet cat Suki. They lived a very simple life, running a small pottery shop near the sea. Akina loved to spend time helping her parents tend to the store. She would enthusiastically wait on the customers and help to create a few of the art pieces to sell alongside her mother’s treasured masterpieces. It had always fascinated her to watch her father make the clay out of something as simple as mud and then to see her mother work that clay with her hands until the substance formed into eloquent plates, cups, and bowls.
On special occasions her mother would use the clay to sculpt beautiful sculptures, vases, and decretive art pieces. Akina had even received a beautiful butterfly shaped trinket box for her fifth birthday. That day had been one of the joyous occasions she could ever recall. She remembered her mother baking her all kinds of sweets and her father spending hours with her catching fireflies. Along with the trinket box, she had also received her mother’s beautiful firefly necklace, and a handmade ink and brush set. The firefly necklace had been her favorite thing of all. She could swear that since birth she had admired that little amethyst shaped firefly that hung on a simple blue string around her mother’s slender neck. How often she begged to hold it and wear it, wanting to look just like her. The whole village played music for her and there was a party so grand she felt as if she were a beautiful goddess. She fell asleep that night, wrapped up tightly in her loving mother’s arms. How safe and secure she felt with her.
After Akina’s fifth birthday her memories started to blend together, like water brushing up against sand. She still recalled times of happiness but they were few and far between. The village was struck with famine, a third of the people dying almost instantly. Akina had never seen a sickness such as this, only knowing the symptoms were a high fever and then breaking out in a terrible rash. The harvest was bad that year as well, causing people to savor the smallest offering of rice. She remembered being forced to eat one small meal a day, her tummy begging for more food by nightfall. To make matters worse, it wasn’t too long before Akina’s mother had fallen ill. By this time Akina had turned eight. She stayed at her mother’s side every day, faithfully dabbing her head with a wet cloth. She often fell asleep at her mother’s side, since she was always afraid it would be the last time she would see her alive.
By the summer of that year, there were only a few families left in the area and Akina’s father was considering abandoning his ill wife to take Akina to a safer village. On one of these hot summer nights the air was so thick and sticky that Akina could not bear to sleep. Her father took her outside and sat with her on the ground. She could see it in his eyes that he was tired and hopeless. She placed her small hand to his face to try and comfort him. She could still remember that lasting smile and the conversation they had that night. He told her that he needed to leave to find some medicine for her mother. She had told him how frightened she was of her mother dying and of being left alone in the dark. He took a small glass jar and filled it up with lightning bugs. He told her that they would act as a nightlight and would keep her safe through the night. He then placed his hand to the lightning bug charm that hung around her neck and reminded her that so long a she had it, her mother would always be right there with her. She spent the remainder of the night watching over her mother as her father left for his journey, the jar of lightning bugs emitting a soft comforting glow at her side. She fell asleep on the floor at her mother’s bed, not yet knowing her father would never come home.
Later that evening before the sun could yet rise she was awoken by a terrible crash. Her eyes snapped open and she sat up as quickly as possible. All she could do was gasp at the tall pale woman that stood before her. The woman had her mother by her shirt collar with her neck close to the woman’s face. Two gaping holes were visible on her mother’s neck with blood still dripping out of both of them. The woman had finished off Akina’s father in the woods and had followed his scent to this place. The woman’s eyes seemed hollow, shinning a dull crimson red. No expression crossed the woman’s face as she dropped her mother’s corpse unceremoniously to the ground, edging closer towards the girl. Akina was only able to utter one word “Mom!” before stumbling backwards and bursting into sobs. She looked to the jar of fireflies for comfort but the light had dimmed and the insects lay dead at the bottom of the jar.
Akina could and would never forget the words that came next from a deep hollow voice of the woman that grabbed her arm with icy fingers.
“There is no use in crying child. Your tears mean nothing to me. Your mother was suffering and now she is gone. She was dying from illness. You father was not faring well either and so; you should know …that he is gone as well. You are the only one left child and now you will come with me.”
That was the day Kalella had saved Akina’s life or possibly ended it. The rest of the long drawn out story is one that Akina does not wish to discuss.
OOC Notes:
If anyone is interested in playing Kalella, her sire, please feel free to message. ^^
Also, this picture is meant to be a painting of her done after she was turned.
The picture is not mine. Credit goes to the artist.
“Yes Mistress… whatever you say mistress….. blah blah blah… Oh, she was listening to me wasn’t she?” >.>
Name: Akina Kimora
Race: Vampire
Apparent Age: 14-16
Actual Age: 257
Height:5’1"
Weight: 98 lbs
Hair Color: midnight black
Eye Color: a bright crystal blue
Blood Type: N/A
Special Markings: Of course she has two little fang marks on the base of her neck where she was bitten by her master.
Birthplace: Sendai Japan
Description of Home: As a human, Akina lived in a small Japanese style house with her parents. Now she is confined to a bedroom in an old fashioned house in a rundown area of France.
Sire:
Kalella Aimee Bourque
Educational Background: All of her educational knowledge has come from her sire.
Work Experience: She’s a jack of all trades, but a master of none. Her apparent age often creates problems in today's modern age, so she is at this time unemployed.
Strengths: She is a kind and warm hearted person that generally tries to help people (of course her vampiric nature cannot be ignored)
Weaknesses: She is a bit careless with her actions at times and has not successfully tapped into all of her abilities as an undead.
Fears: being alone or trapped in a small place
Philosophy: Live each day as if it was your last. Treasure every new experience. Live to take risks.
Hobbies: painting, drawing, making pottery, and collecting fireflies
Favorite food: While she is forced to drink human blood, she longs to enjoy sushi or sweet rice cakes.
Abilities:
blood magic (mostly used to make poison or healing potions)
mild telekinesis
vampire strength
able to shift into a bat, cat, or mist
heightened senses
History:
A sandy beach, cool ocean waves, and the scent of the salty crisp air are starting to become fading memories of Akina’s childhood home. Akina grew up in a small seaside village of what is now Sendai Japan. She lived in a small bamboo house with her parents and pet cat Suki. They lived a very simple life, running a small pottery shop near the sea. Akina loved to spend time helping her parents tend to the store. She would enthusiastically wait on the customers and help to create a few of the art pieces to sell alongside her mother’s treasured masterpieces. It had always fascinated her to watch her father make the clay out of something as simple as mud and then to see her mother work that clay with her hands until the substance formed into eloquent plates, cups, and bowls.
On special occasions her mother would use the clay to sculpt beautiful sculptures, vases, and decretive art pieces. Akina had even received a beautiful butterfly shaped trinket box for her fifth birthday. That day had been one of the joyous occasions she could ever recall. She remembered her mother baking her all kinds of sweets and her father spending hours with her catching fireflies. Along with the trinket box, she had also received her mother’s beautiful firefly necklace, and a handmade ink and brush set. The firefly necklace had been her favorite thing of all. She could swear that since birth she had admired that little amethyst shaped firefly that hung on a simple blue string around her mother’s slender neck. How often she begged to hold it and wear it, wanting to look just like her. The whole village played music for her and there was a party so grand she felt as if she were a beautiful goddess. She fell asleep that night, wrapped up tightly in her loving mother’s arms. How safe and secure she felt with her.
After Akina’s fifth birthday her memories started to blend together, like water brushing up against sand. She still recalled times of happiness but they were few and far between. The village was struck with famine, a third of the people dying almost instantly. Akina had never seen a sickness such as this, only knowing the symptoms were a high fever and then breaking out in a terrible rash. The harvest was bad that year as well, causing people to savor the smallest offering of rice. She remembered being forced to eat one small meal a day, her tummy begging for more food by nightfall. To make matters worse, it wasn’t too long before Akina’s mother had fallen ill. By this time Akina had turned eight. She stayed at her mother’s side every day, faithfully dabbing her head with a wet cloth. She often fell asleep at her mother’s side, since she was always afraid it would be the last time she would see her alive.
By the summer of that year, there were only a few families left in the area and Akina’s father was considering abandoning his ill wife to take Akina to a safer village. On one of these hot summer nights the air was so thick and sticky that Akina could not bear to sleep. Her father took her outside and sat with her on the ground. She could see it in his eyes that he was tired and hopeless. She placed her small hand to his face to try and comfort him. She could still remember that lasting smile and the conversation they had that night. He told her that he needed to leave to find some medicine for her mother. She had told him how frightened she was of her mother dying and of being left alone in the dark. He took a small glass jar and filled it up with lightning bugs. He told her that they would act as a nightlight and would keep her safe through the night. He then placed his hand to the lightning bug charm that hung around her neck and reminded her that so long a she had it, her mother would always be right there with her. She spent the remainder of the night watching over her mother as her father left for his journey, the jar of lightning bugs emitting a soft comforting glow at her side. She fell asleep on the floor at her mother’s bed, not yet knowing her father would never come home.
Later that evening before the sun could yet rise she was awoken by a terrible crash. Her eyes snapped open and she sat up as quickly as possible. All she could do was gasp at the tall pale woman that stood before her. The woman had her mother by her shirt collar with her neck close to the woman’s face. Two gaping holes were visible on her mother’s neck with blood still dripping out of both of them. The woman had finished off Akina’s father in the woods and had followed his scent to this place. The woman’s eyes seemed hollow, shinning a dull crimson red. No expression crossed the woman’s face as she dropped her mother’s corpse unceremoniously to the ground, edging closer towards the girl. Akina was only able to utter one word “Mom!” before stumbling backwards and bursting into sobs. She looked to the jar of fireflies for comfort but the light had dimmed and the insects lay dead at the bottom of the jar.
Akina could and would never forget the words that came next from a deep hollow voice of the woman that grabbed her arm with icy fingers.
“There is no use in crying child. Your tears mean nothing to me. Your mother was suffering and now she is gone. She was dying from illness. You father was not faring well either and so; you should know …that he is gone as well. You are the only one left child and now you will come with me.”
That was the day Kalella had saved Akina’s life or possibly ended it. The rest of the long drawn out story is one that Akina does not wish to discuss.
OOC Notes:
If anyone is interested in playing Kalella, her sire, please feel free to message. ^^
Also, this picture is meant to be a painting of her done after she was turned.
The picture is not mine. Credit goes to the artist.