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Ausiris
Personal Details Persona Weapons Illuminatus Armour An assortment of wargear in the fashion of ancient Greek/Roman battle suits. See appearance section for more details. Strengths The most obvious strength he has is the ability to take to the skies using his large wings. His large build gives him considerable physical strength and makes him a difficult target to overpower. Being an angel he can shrug off minor injuries and recover from more serious ones much faster than a regular human. The holy nature of his magical attacks gives him an edge over demonic and evil beings. He is very strong-willed most of the time and can overcome nearly every obstacle by sheer force of will. Weaknesses Ausiris' major weakness is his relience on holy/light sources to rejuvinate his magical energy, so prolonged exposure to darkness can have the effect of severely hindering his magical and healing abilities. Being mostly bulk and muscle, he is not the most agile of combatants. He also has the tendency to get passionate and reckless in battle when angered, which can lead to him rushing into battle before assessing the situation correctly. The nature of his element means he is susceptible to dark and shadow attacks. Skills/Magic Heaven's Apothecary. Personality Osiris is quite the prideful individual, his demeanour tending to be quite arrogant towards other races, especially towards humans. Quite possibly the best way to get into his good side is for a person to prove themselves to him, preferably through their skills as warrior or by having similar beliefs. He has a deep resentment for the human race, largely due to his tragic history. Humans to him are greedy and corrupt creatures who are bent on sin and deceit. Being introverted, he is quite happy to be his own company and is often lost in his own thoughts. As a result, he is not particularly talkative unless it is to condemn, taunt or ridicule. Locked deep inside of himself is the kind and caring person he once was, although it's something he very rarely allows to surface. In general, he tries to supress his emotions as much as possible, considering them a weakness. It's a rare occurance that his emotions will be allowed to surface. He is not violent by nature unless he is extremely angered, at which point he is at risk of losing all control over his actions. Despite appearing quite the indifferent type, he greatly despises acts of evil and will courageously defend the innocent and those in need. Most of his aggression is directed towards occult beings and hellspawn, considering it his duty to eliminate them from existence. Appearance Ausiris is the very image of male classical beauty in terms of his physical appearance. His chest and abdomen are sculpted and well-defined, his shoulders are broad and powerful, and his arms and legs are strong and muscular. There is no hint of fat or loose skin on any part of his body, it's all muscle and raw strength. His figure is tall and imposing, intimidating even to some. His hands are large and strong, but rough from years of battle and hardship. Being an angel he has two strong feathery wings growing out of his back, the feathers a brilliant majestic white. He has the ability to hide them at will when they're not needed. The first thing one would notice when looking at his face are his striking golden irises. They have the ability to be ferocious and absolutely terrifying when he is in a rage, and yet very gentle and soothing when he is with someone he cares deeply about. His expression is usually stern and unyielding, his large expressive eyes hidden behind a veil of hardness and mistrust, rarely allowing his more sensitive side to show. He has a large forehead and an imposing brow, his nose perfectly straight and wide, his jaw strong and his lips thick and wide. His straight golden locks are kept relatively short, falling to just above his eyebrows. There is a short stubble of unkempt facial hair lining his jaw, mostly because he doesn't put enough effort into staying clean-shaven. The armour he wears is reminiscent of ancient Greek/Roman wargear, consisting of a muscle cuirass ( full-body breastplate ) and an armoured skirt made of leather straps, armoured pauldrons ( shoulder guards ), armoured vambraces ( arm guards ), and armoured greaves ( shin guards ). Beneath his armour he wears a pair of white tights which reach down to his mid thighs, and a simple white tunic. His feet are adorned in brown gladiator sandals, a layer of thick cotton padding inside them which provides both comfort and protection. He also has a helmet styled in the fashion of ancient Greek helmets, with cheek guards and a nose ridge, as well as a short hairless crest along the top of it. It isn't usually worn except during battle, instead strapped onto his weapon belt. His large round shield is usually strapped to his back when not in use, his sword is sheathed at his side and strapped onto his belt, and his knife is sheathed inside one of his greaves. Biography Ausiris was born out of the forbidden love between two angels, who were subsequently slain trying to subdue a violent uprising of fallen angels. He was left to the care of a human woman who kept his real identity a closely guarded secret. Growing up he lived a relatively simple life, helping the woman he called mother with everyday chores. When he reached the age of fifteen he realised that something about him was different, as a pair of white feathery wings had began growing out of his back. The woman was now forced to tell him the truth about his heritage, and he left home in search of a way to reach Heaven. Now that he had come of age his existence was sensed by the angels in their lofty residence, and it wasn't long before he was found and led to them. He began intense training as a warrior angel, excited to follow in his parents' footsteps and avenge their untimely deaths. There were small periods of time where he was allowed to return to Earth to visit te woman who had raised him. It wasn't long before he managed to prove his mettle and show just how much he was worth on the battlefield. He ended up taking part in the most important missions which took place on Earth. His frequent visits to Earth allowed a secret platonic love to form between him and a young human girl named Ellanda who lived in the village he had grown up in. The love between them grew and intensified until they could barely live without each other, yet it always remained pure and untainted. Meanwhile he continued to earn rank and respect within Heaven, though his love was always kept a secret. After they had known each other for several years, they decided to consummate their relationship the night before he left for a mission. When Ausiris returned to Ellanda he found her home ransacked and pillaged by a gang of vagabonds. He walked in on them violating her dignity for the umpteenth time, his love on the verge of death from exhaustion, abuse and injury. Ausiris became overwhelmed with anger at what he saw, and blinded by fury he killed the men brutally and mutilated the corpses beyond recognition. When he finally snapped out of his angered stupor, he understood what he had done and felt great remorse. He held his love in his hands and cried until the tears flowed no more. He buried Ellanda in a beautiful forest clearing with special meaning to them and left, never to return to this place which had caused him so much pain. There was no place in Heaven for him anymore because he had spilled human blood, and there was nothing to give meaning to his life. He became a wanderer who travelled from one place to another in search of people in need of help or demons to vanguish, desperate to find any kind of purpose. After years had passed he finally found another reason to keep on fighting. A fallen angel by the name of Xaevakra had used the sacrifice of several angels to forge a sword of terrible power named Angelfire. This angel happened to be the very one who had led the revolt which resulted in the death of his parents. Aided by a group of wanderers who sought to subdue the evil, he managed to defeat Xaevakra and destroy the weapon. She somehow managed to evade death however, and later returned more powerful than ever. Aiding an incubus named Lucilius, she attempted to use his plan to gain control of an ancient artefact known only as Azazel's Stone to free herself from Lucifer's clutches. The plan went awry partly due to Ausiris and a female elf named Sileya, and Xaevakra was dragged screaming and writhing back into Hell. Now Ausiris has found himself without a purpose once more, wandering the lands in search of one. Theme Songs Powerslave -- by Iron Maiden Wish I Had An Angel -- by Nightwish Roleplays Training thread -- Incomplete Angelfire -- Incomplete [ Insert unnecessarily stuffy thread title here ] #1 -- Dropped No One Sleeps in Tokyo -- Dropped Azazel's Stone -- Incomplete
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Valdaria
Personal Details Persona Weapons, Magic and Offensive Abilities Trandafir de Sînge ( Blood Rose ) [image] Strengths As would be expected of a vampire she is vastly faster and stronger than a human, her reflexes and senses much more potent. Enhanced healing abilities mean that she can shrug off most minor injuries, and more serious ones can be healed relatively quickly. Her weapon is incredibly versatile and allows her mastery over both medium-range and melee combat, making it very difficult for an opponent to hold an advantage over her. She has a very strong affinity to darkness and shadows, giving her the ability to seamlessly meld within them and go undetected. Weaknesses She has a natural aversion towards bright light and tries to avoid it at all costs, although she will not hesitate to travel in daylight if she is forced to. Relics commonly associated with killing vampires will hurt her, such as silver, crucifixes, stakes and holy water. Her fighting style and the nature of her weapon mean that she has to keep her opponent attacking constantly, so that her sword can continue feeding on blood. If her opponent were to assume a strictly defensive strategy, she would be very hard-pressed to defeat them. Appearance Valdaria's appearance could best be described as "gothic". Her features are sharp and imposing, with a sharp nose and high cheekbones. Her face is ashen and pale, her lips a bruised purple in colour., and her eyelids dyed black. Her long black hair is mostly combed back where it falls down to her waist, a few strands left to frame the sides of her face. Her upper lip is usually curled up in distaste, disgust and indifference at everyone around her. Moving downwards, she wears a spiked leather choker around her neck, about halfway down. Her upper body is clothed in a black corset top which is tight around her chest, giving her a nice cleavage. She wears a pair of arm warmers that go from the base of her fingers all the way up to just below her shoulders, and is coloured in alternating stripes of purple and fuchsia. Her right arm is also adorned with a black leather vambrace fastened with leather straps and metallic buckles, which only goes up to her mid-forearm, as well as a black fingerless glove. This is so as to offer protection to her sword arm. Her nails are dyed black. Her lower body is dressed in a frilly black cobweb skirt that goes down to about alightly past her mid-thighs, not very revealing. The skirt is held up by a black leather belt, with a strap attached to the right side of it to hold her weapon securely. Beneath that she wears a pair of tights which have the same colour scheme as her left arm warmer; namely alternating stripes of purple and fuchsia. Her feet are adorned with shin-high black leather boots, fastened firmly with both laces and an assortment of leather straps and metal buckles. The boots have a round-tip platform sole about two inches high, and a a wide heel that reaches a height of about four inches, thus showing off her legs but still comfortable to travel in. Valdaria by Hitokirichibi [link] Personality There was once a time when she could have been called pure evil -- malicious and thriving on the pain and suffering of others. One man changed all that however, and though they have long since parted ways he still holds a special place in her thawed heart. In many regards she is still similar to her old self. She can be sadistic and ruthless at times, but only when pushed past her breaking point of resentment towards an individual. In general she can be considered antisocial, not really bothering with people unless something directly affects her. She is also quite lethargic, slugging off into inactivity and boredom. It's very difficult to get her excited about anything unless she wants something herself, at which she will go through any means to obtain it. There's also a playful part of her that's very hard to release, unless of course she wants to be playful. She is still quite aggressive and violent if provoked enough, although it takes a lot for someone to really get to her, since she usually shrugs off most insults. She views most men with intense suspicion and distrust -- they need to prove their worth to her before she's even willing to accept their presence near her. She doesn't like to show fear and anger -- and indeed doesn't, usually appearing unfazed before threats, danger, and possible injury. In general she uses a lot of sarcasm and biting comments in her speech, and she has quite a distinct Russian accent, being originally from Romania. Biography She was born Catalina Simeonescu, daughter to Valeria and Bogdan Simeonescu, in a small village on the outskirts of a forest in the Carpathian mountains, sometime during the 19th century. She led a mostly uneventful life, except of course falling madly in love, as young girls often do, with a boy called Serghei. They grew very close together, at least as far as social norms allowed, and the entire village was expecting to see them married in a few years. There had been rumours of strange demonic creatures living in caves on the foothills of the Carpathian mountains beyond the nearby forest, but most considered them scare stories told by the village elders to keep the children in check. The nightmare came true one night when Catalina was seventeen. One of the feared creatures they called "vampyre" attacked her while she was working chores on the outskirts of the forest. Brutal and deranged with bloodthirst or simply malice, her assailant attacked violently and left her in a convulsing heap with what little blood she had left. She was discovered in that pitiful state by her shocked parents, who immediately brought their barely alive daughter home to begin caring for her. The entirety of her body was covered in cuts and bruises, but the most prominent injury was a large gash at the side of her neck, almost as if part of it had been ripped apart by the fangs of a rabid beast. Catalina did not stir from her bed for the next few days, comatose and with a high fever that would not go down. The village doctor could not discover what ailment troubled her, and nothing he did seemed to have any positive effect on her condition Her parents had began to fear for the worst when she miraculously awoke, albeit in an extremely weak state and unable to eat anything. Whenever one would try to feed her by force, she would regurgitate whatever she ingested within minutes. Nevertheless her condition appeared stable and she was calm for the most part, except for when she was gripped by terrible convulsions and screams of agony. Her family was at a loss of what to do, and her beau was getting increasingly worried about her, so they allowed him to see her in hopes that his presence would be beneficial to her. Leaving the two alone turned out to be a mistake. A blood-curdling scream filled the house and Catalina's parents rushed to her room to find their daughter's mouth clasped tightly over the boy's throat, her face and clothes stained with his blood. Serghei was in a panic as they tried to seperate the two of them, but Catalina's jaws were like a vice and she gave low guttural growls whenever they pulled her away. By the time they managed to wrench her away from him, he had passed out and was barely alive. Catalina snarled and hissed as she tried to reach him again but they held her back until the boy was taken away, prompting her to return to her previous lethargy. Being religious, her parents began to believe that her daughter was possessed by demonic forces. They asked the local priest to visit and give her a blessing, but she would hiss and snarl at the very sight of a crucifix so passionately that the priest was too frightened to be in her presence. News about her began to spread through the village, and the villagers began to fear for their safety and that of their children. Serghei had survived, but he had been deprived of oxygen due to blood loss for so long that he was left with a limp in one leg and a stutter. Catalina's parents could no longer see their daughter when they looked at her, just a body that resembled her but had the mind of a beast. The village was getting increasingly restless and her father began to fear that they would be lynched if he did not do something soon. With a heavy heart, Bogdan led his daughter outside their home and all the way to the outskirts of the forest. Catalina had allowed herself to be led along almost like a puppet, with no will of her own. When she looked up at the barrel of the gun aimed at her forehead, her eyes were empty and completely devoid of emotion. A slobber of drool rolled down her chin from the corner of her lips, and Catalina's father hesitated at the critical moment. He couldn't pull the trigger any more than he could kill his own daughter, and the gun lowered shakily as Bogdan's eyes began to fill with tears. His heart refused to believe that his daughter was beyond salvation, he hoped that part of her was still there behind those vacant eyes, dormant yet still alive. A slap echoed through the forest as his knuckles met her cheek, and the girl fell back to the ground with a very human-sounding gasp. As her tongue licked up the blood flowing from her cut lip, she gave a threatening hiss in his direction. Catalina's father fired his weapon into the air, the loud crack scaring her and causing her to move into the forest. She gave one last look at her father, and disappeared into the trees. To everyone except Bogdan, Catalina was thought to have died at the hands of her father. Catalina wandered through the forest alone for weeks, frightened and relying on her instncts to survive. She had been feeding off the blood of anything she could find and catch, living like a wild animal with her clothes torn and ragged. Her scent had attracted the attention of a young vampire who could not have been more than a couple of decades old. The scent had seemed incredibly familiar to him, and when his eyes fell on her he realised that she had been the one he had fed on in one of his hunting sprees. He had left her for dead after he had drunk his fill of her, and had never expected her to be turned into one of them. Nevertheless he was pleasantly surprised and introduced himself as Lucien, the leader of a small group of vampires all younger than him. He wanted her to join them. The rest of the group were not as keen to accept this newly-turned vampire into their ranks, especially one of the females who appeared to be Lucien's mate. She saw Catalina as a threat to herself and greatly disliked the interest Lucien showed in her. He managed to convince them that the new vampire would prove useful to them when she grew up. Catalina writhed and struggled as they carried her away, biting and scratching to escape but being no match against the strength of an adult vampire. She eventually gave up and allowed them to carry her without protest, defeated and weak. They took her into a large cavernous expanse in the foothills of the Carpathian mountains which functioned as a vampire haven of sorts. Lucien led to one of their victims in the depths of the cavern, a young woman frightened and restrained. Catalina walked around her several times, not really knowing what she was expected to do. She had only ever fed off one other human up to now, but only because she had felt attracted to him. The link between hunger and feeding had not yet formed in her mind, but this situation helped to establish that. There was a satisfied smirk on Lucien's lips as the woman's screams filled the cavern. The taste of human blood fulfilled her much more than the blood of animals she had the previous weeks, and that made her see Lucien as a father figure to her since he had provided for her. He gave her the name Valdaria and began to train her, teaching her how to hunt humans and how to defend herself. Being young and newly-turned she depended on him immensely, even going as far as falling in love with him. But to Lucien she was more like a play-thing, something to occupy himself with when there was nothing better to be doing. Much to the chagrin of his lover he even bedded Valdaria, although she did not know about Lucien's other relationship which continued behind her back. Time passed and Valdaria became a proficient warrior, very skilled in the use of sword and whip but still ferociously loyal to Lucien. She had become attached to him at her most vulnerable in a very young age, and bonds like those are very hard to sever unless there is betrayal involved. And it so happens that Valdaria eventually discovered of Lucien's other relationship, and the feelings of betrayal enraged her to no end. She patiently bided her time, silently seething within as she waited for the opportune moment to exact her revenge. She caught the both of them red-handed and before they could so much as react, the female was run through by Valdaria's sword and promptly decapitated. Lucien utterly enraged fought back against his presumed underling, but being unarmed he stood no chance to defeat her. She gave him a slow and painful death, which she greatly enjoyed. The rest of the vampires were more frightened of her than enraged at the death of their leader, so none dared stand in her way as she left the cavern. Valdaria travelled on her own for several years, feeding on humans and killing indiscriminately as she saw fit. She was malicious and sadistic, only really caring for herself and with an intense distaste towards men. That changed when she met a much older vampire by the name of Maximilian Heruka. He had travelled from another realm on the back of a dragon with the ability to travel through alternate universes, on a quest to rid himself of his own inner demons. They ended up engaging in fierce combat, during which her opponent's demons manifested physically, his mind and body consumed by a presence known only as Orion. After an intense battle she succeeded in defeating the demon and temporarily freeing him from its control. In doing so she fell in love with this mysterious vampire, her heart eventually thawing after being frozen for so long. The world she lived in seemed to offer her nothing but pain and betrayal, so she decided to follow him into his realm. In doing so she ended up in the modern age in the city of Tokyo, living in the towering headquarters of Immortal Eye, the corporation Maximilian presided over. That's where she became acquainted with technology and modern life, even rising up to take an administrative position within the company. His relationship with Valdaria did not last long as she reminded him too much of the wife he had left behind in one of the realms he had travelled in, but he still held a place in her heart seeing as he had changed her so much. She ended up in a relationship with one of Maximilian's associates by the name of Solomon Delgado. It was more of a love-hate affair than the love she had felt with Maximilian, and after a while she got bored of it. Using her influence within the company she pulled some strings to usher along the development of her new weapon which she dubbed Trandafir de Singe. Once it was finished she decided to leave the company once more and explore this new world she was in, armed with her new weapon. Theme Songs Nymphetamine Fix - by Cradle of Filth Roleplays Dark Forest Path -- Dropped Moonlight Ruins -- Completed [ Insert unnecessarily stuffy thread title here ] #2 -- Dropped Blood Memoir: Nymphetamine Overdose -- Dropped White Moon ( Tournament ) -- Completed
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Tanya
Personal Details Persona Perfume: Rock 'N Rose by Valentino A fragrance for a Rose on the outside and a Rocker on the inside Theme Song: The World Is Not Enough - Garbage Weapons:
Armour: Kevlar elbow-pads and shin-guards Strengths: She is genetically enhanced, in an attempt to give her an edge over her opponents. Her senses are considerably heightened, allowing her an advanced perception of her environment. Her enhancements also allow for faster brain processing, allowing faster reflexes and superior thinking abilities, which allow her to assess any situation and find the best course of action. Her light build allows her great agility, which he can use for dodging, fighting and overpowering slow opponents. Her greatest trait, however, is her ability with her pistols. She has mastered their use, aiming and reloading are like breathing to her, and her enhanced aim rarely falls short of its target. She also has considerable skill with her katana, which she wields for close combat. If necessary, she can also use her knife. She is also very stealthy, something which she has attained for infiltrating enemy locations and passing by unnoticed, pivotal abilities in her work. Weaknesses: She has not reached the same mastery of the katana as she has of her pistols, so she may be caught at a disadvantage if she is at close range combat with a superior swordsman. Due to her advanced abilities, her brain tissue is much more sensitive to extreme heat and cold than a normal human. Due to her main weapon being a firearm, she must be wary with her ammo usage. Appearance: Her face is attractive, although it appears cute rather than beautiful, with a small nose and bright, sparkling eyes. Her hair is a wavy orange with yellow highlights, and falls down to her neck. She wears a sleeveless purple vinyl zip-up jumpsuit with the leggings of a short-short, with a white stripe going down each side. She has a black belt with an aluminium buckle, on which are fastened holsters for each pistol and slots for the additional ammo clips. Her sword scabbard is fastened to the middle of her back, vertically. Her knife is attached to her right ankle. She wears military-issue, black and blue leather boots. Her overall appearance is very attractive, and frequently unnerves her male colleagues. Personality: She is a very open person, not afraid to speak up, both to befriend and joke, as well as to react if wronged. She is not one to lie in the background, she will make herself known and heard to everybody. However, she never loses her cool. She is very obedient to her superiors. In assignments, she is completely absorbed with her thought process and actions, always alert of her environment and furious in battle. She is highly disciplined to her superiors, but underneath it all lays a playful personality. She also seeks adrenaline, being a person of action and activity, never lazy or lethargic. Biography: In 2021, Tanya was created artificially as the product of the U.S. Human Enhancement Program, under the geneticist Dr. Jonas Smithson. As a result, Tanya never knew her biological parents. But she was taken in by Dr. Smithson who gave her the name Tanya and his surname. The young Tanya was a happy child, and was the pride of the scientific team, both as their achievement and their child. Her childhood was happy, and as the scientists conducted experiments to test her abilities, she showed advanced logic, reasoning and mathematical abilities from age four. These happy days soon came to an end though, as the now twelve year old Tanya was taken by the CIA to begin training. The scientists, as well as Tanya, were saddened, but there was nothing Dr. Smithson could do, so they parted ways. In the CIA, Tanya was reluctant to her new life, but as she began her rigorous training, she found this to fulfil her. Training became her life, and the CIA training grounds her home. As time passed, her physical and mental abilities greatly grew, she was in perfect shape and form, had advanced knowledge of mathematics, physics, biology, chemistry, computing and psychology, she was trained in stealth, martial arts, explosives, weapon handling, survival skills and vehicle control and gained an expansive knowledge of persons, organisations, terrorist groups and other information. The CIA was very surprised that she absorbed and remembered this knowledge, almost like a computer, but they were more pleased than surprised. At fifteen she learned news of her father’s death, and though she was devastated for a while, she continued her training with renewed effort, wanting to make him proud. At age 19, she had completed her training, scoring highest than any other trainee in CIA history. Much to the jealousy of other agents, she was entered in the CIA, with an immediate rank reserved for “gifted” agents. This time was one of crises; it was the Oil War, where the world superpowers were battling over the lat remaining diminishing sources of oil in the world, which could pivot the world power balance, so it was time for the CIA to test its major asset. She didn’t take part in military operations, but was assigned to several spying, infiltration and hostage scenarios, where she single-handedly completed, with her now famous traits of professionalism, efficiency and determination. Her abilities become renown within the CIA, and she was admitted as the best field agent. At 22 now, the Oil War is over, so she is living more relaxed life. But being an adrenaline junkie, she is always on the lookout for assignments, mostly for criminal organisations, foreign terrorist groups and the occasional intelligence/reconnaissance mission. Role Plays: Daunting Affection -- Continuing Cat? Or Mouse? ( Tournament ) -- Completed Industrial Espionage -- Continuing Prey to Chaos ( Tournament ) -- Completed Selective Reality ( Tournament ) -- Completed
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Descartes
Name: Descartes Age: 28 Race: Vampire Sex: Male Hair: Straight black hair with dark purple streaks, neck-length Eyes: Dark purple Weight: 88 kg Height: 1.92 m Weapon Descartes' weapon of choice is a very ornate gunblade, consisting of a workable revolver fused with a blade. It can be used both as a medium range and melee weapon, even though he seldom uses the weapon’s projectile capabilities. Approximate structural appearance Skills/Magic Ardeur Descartes comes from a bloodline of vampires who have inherent powers related to love, sex and seduction. They can easily incite lust and desire in others, inspire love and devotion from them, and even turn them into an ideal lover. The effects of these abilities can be very addictive. The downside is that the Ardeur needs to "feed" through this ability at regular intervals, as it is almost a physical need which needs to be satisfied. If the vampire does not use the power for some time, it starts forcing him to use it, with the risk of leading to a "sex-craze" if left unheeded for too long. Furthermore, if the power is used carelessly, there is a risk that it will work simultaneously both on the user and the person on whom the power is used. Seduce: The most basic of the Ardeur abilities, Descartes can easily seduce females and bend their will to his advantage. It's use is not just a supernatural mental ability and inherent allure, it also requires a conscious physical effort from him in the form of extreme courtesy, graceful flirt, sweet-talk and intimacy. Inflame: When his target has succumbed to his seduction, Descartes can take his abilities to the next level, and incite lust and desire in them, leading to almost unquenchable passion. At this point, it is almost assured that the target will give in to their urges and be willing to consummate. Adhere: This ability can be used on individuals whom he has managed to seduce heavily, especially after mating with them. It allows him to inspire love and affection towards him, often tethering them romantically to himself. Once under the influence of this ability, his targets show great emotional devotion to him. Love-bite: Most vampires are able to transform the pain of their bite into pleasure. The Ardeur abilities, however, take this a step further. When his target has been consumed by desire, Descartes has the ability to make his bite literally orgasmic. He can also induce flashbacks of previous orgasms recieved by his bites, thus amplifying the pleasure even more. This ability is extremely addictive Helix Descartes also has the power to exercise control over plant life. He can accelerate and even induce plant growth, or he can cause them to rot and decay. Another ability is to spontaneously grow flowers and other small plants in his own hands out of thin air, something which can be used in collaboration with his Ardeur abilities. Lastly, he can summon vines to use as he pleases, whether in combat or non-threatening situations. Strengths Being a vampire, Descartes has the powers commonly assosciated with them, such as being very fast and agile, stronger than the average human and the ability to teleport short distances. Furthermore, he is resilient to injury and can heal much faster than an ordinary human. Due to his abilities, he has amazing powers of charm and seduction which can give him quite a lot of power over people, particularly women. Weaknesses Like all vampires, he has a strong dislike for bright light, its presence weakening him greatly and even causing him harm. He is also sensitive to items commonly considered damaging to vampires, such as crucifixes, silver, wooden stakes and holy water. Furthermore, he is also susceptible to holy energy. He also needs to feed on blood regularly to maintain himself. His unique abilities also bring out a weakness of their own, because they need to be used regularly for him to be able to control his urges. Appearance Descartes has a rather small face with a sharp chin and prominent cheek-bones, his large eyes a rich, dark purple and his thin lips a light pink in colour. He usually wears black eye-shadow around his eyes. His purple-black hair flows evenly in all directions with no visible parting, a miltitude of long straight bangs framing the sides of his face whle the rest is combed back behind his ears. Nevertheless, it is not bound and strands of hair elegantly dance around his head at the slightest hint of wind. He is tall and well-built, although not overtly muscular, being slender rather than bulky. He has a tattoo of a thorny rose stem wrapping around his right arm and going from his shoulder down to his wrist. He wears a black, sleeve-less shirt with dark grey tribal designs, and matching black pants, supported by a black leather belt. His choice of footwear is a pair of black army-style leather boots. Above that he wears a black trench-coat with dark purple trimming along the outer rim of the coat. Descartes by HitokiriChibi [link] Descartes by SuperAiko [link] Personality Descartes is extremely charming and courteous, using politeness and graceful speech to win over his audience. However, he is a very fiesty personality, engaging in playful flirt and courtship with females and not afraid to get affectionate. Nevertheless, he never forces a woman to do something with him, but instead tries to win over their trust and approval before moving further. Descartes is very laid back and relaxed, casting away any and all worries and living for the moment. He lives to win over female hearts and give out affection, and he has often been described as the perfect lover, leaving no woman unfulfilled. However, he has never settled for any woman in particular, and it is a mystery which woman can win over his heart. He's generally easy-going and fun-loving, sometimes taking unnecessary risks just for the heck of it. He has great distaste for any type of violence, unless of course it is consensual sexual violence, and will try to avoid conflict as much as possible. Contrary to what one may think, he is actually quite sensitive and caring deep down, although few people ever get to see that side of him. Biography Descartes, or more accurately Jean-Luc Descartes was originally born into a poor family in the suburbs of Paris, France. His childhood was anything but happy, his father a drunkard and his mother a constantly disoriented woman, barely aware of her son's existence. He struggled through school, barely making any friends. He was very shy and had a bad case of stuttering, so he was usually ignored, especially by girls. He was almost constantly depressed and tried to slit his wrists a few times, but always fainted at the first sign of blood. Despite his pitiful existence, he had managed to develop a skill with painting, which was one of the very few things that kept him alive. He was forced to steal money from his father to fund his hobby, at the risk of being beaten to a pulp if discovered, and always painted in secret. When he finished school at eighteen, he gathered his art supplies and left home with the clothes on his back and an apple for the road. His father was more than pleased to see him gone. He tried to make a living on the streets by selling his paintings on the many boulevards of Paris, but he rarely made many earnings, only barely enough to get him a loaf of bread and often-times not even that. Occasionally he made enough for a proper meal, but it was only rarely. Having nowhere to stay, he slept on the streets and parks, often running into trouble with the police and even getting beaten up. Even through these harsh conditions, his abilities grew and he aspired to attend one of Paris' prestigious art schools. However, you need money to join these schools, and he wasn't exactly over-flowing with cash. It had been a little over a year since he had started living on the streets, and he decided that he should start saving money if he wanted to make something of himself. He worked day and night, fine-tuning his painting skills and selling as many paintings as he could, saving most of the money even if it meant he would go hungry for a few days. This continued for a period of five years, until he had enough savings to attend one of the schools. All his customers were typically ordinary and uninteresting people. One day, close to dusk, a French lady dressed in a flowing red dress and who appeared to be in her mid-forties showed up where he exhibited his art. The blonde woman was simply beautiful, with a pale complexion and a small mole at the corner of her mouth, twirling a delicate red umbrella over her. She seemed genuinely interested in the young man's art, scrutinising over each of his works, yet she bought none. Not even giving her name, she flashed him a satisfied smile and walked off. After five long years of deprivation and saving up money, he finally had the necessary amount to enrol in one of the great art academies. On the eve of the achievement of his goal however, he was to fall prey to ill luck. For that very same night he was attacked by a lowly gang of local thieves and robbed of all his savings, the fiends leaving him behind badly beaten up. The young man was completely devastated; he had lost the only tether keeping him latched onto life. On the verge of despair and his mind in a daze, he took to the streets. Eventually, he found himself upon one of the grand bridges of Paris, standing by the stone restraint and looking down at the dark waters of the River Seine. His life seemed to have no purpose; he had no home, no money, no food and nobody to care whether he lived or died. Climbing onto the ledge and balancing precariously upon it, he looked at the murky depths far below him. All he had to do was take a single step and it would all be over. Seemingly out of nowhere, an ornately decorated carriage pulled up next to him. The driver informed him that his mistress was willing to offer to pay for his tuition at any art school of his choice, provided he agreed to paint for her. Still standing on the ledge, he was almost at a loss for words. Where he was just about to take his own life, an unlikely opportunity had just presented itself to him. Looking back at the flowing waters, he suddenly became very aware of his mortality and quickly removed himself from his dangerous perch. This was another chance at life, and he was most definitely taking it. Walking over to the carriage, he stepped inside. The carriage pulled up before a grandiose mansion as the first rays of light began to appear in the horizon. Stepping out of the carriage, he headed towards the mansion doors. He did not meet his mistress at the door, as he had expected, but he met with her in the depths of her mansion instead. Much to Jean-Luc's surprise, his employer was the French lady who had looked at his work not so long ago. The woman introduced herself as Antoinette de Rousseau. She proposed to offer him accommodation until the completion of her portrait, after which he would receive the money for his tuition, an offer which the artist gladly accepted. When the work was completed however, she requested yet another portrait of herself. This perplexed him, but considering his future rested solely in her hands, he had no choice but to comply. When work on the third portrait began, he began to get suspicious of her intentions, even though he was not particularly bothered by the delay.. The portrait requests continued, each time her clothing more revealing and her pose more seductive. Deep inside his heart, he gradually began to lust for her more than he ever had for any woman before. It was as if these desires were being channelled into his thoughts by some unseen force. He had almost completely forgotten his goal of attending one of the art schools, seduced by his employer's beauty and the luxuries she offered him. The portraits continued his feelings for her ever growing, until she asked him to create a nude piece of her. Although extremely nervous and his shyness almost overwhelming, he agreed to it and started work, the Lady posing for him. To his utter surprise, she began to actively attempt to seduce him while he painted. All thoughts except of her seemed to leave his mind, and he found himself completely at the mercy of her advances. An intense desire then took ahold of him, and he quickly found himself making love with her, even though he had never even been remotely close to a woman before. During their encounter, the Lady did something our artist would never have expected. She moved her mouth close to his neck and sunk two fangs into him, drinking his blood and sending waves of pleasure through him. The Lady was actually a vampire, and during her feeding off of him, she intentionally turned him into one as well. Thus the person known as Jean-Luc Descartes was born again as a vampire, inheriting the abilities of his mistress' bloodline: powers over love and seduction. He abandoned his first name and identified himself solely by surname: Descartes. The Lady Antoinette became something much more than a lover to him; she was almost a mother figure who he adored completely and without constraint. Living with her, he became fascinated with the way she went about feeding. Unlike most vampires, she detested violence and refused to go on "feeding hunts". Instead, she used her powers of charm and seduction to form relationships with human lovers who offered her blood voluntarily. Descartes was dependant on her group until he learned how to control his powers, after which he formed his own circle of relationships. Even so, the main recipient of his affections was always Antoinette herself. He remained in her warm embrace for three years, at which point he decided that there was so much out there he had yet to experience. The Lady wasn't happy to see him go, he was something dear to her who was able to heal her loneliness, but she understood all too well what he felt. So she told him he was always welcome to her mansion should he return, offered him an ornate gunblade to remember her by, and gave him a passionate french-kiss to see him off. Roleplays Azazel's Stone -- Incomplete
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Larena
Name: Larena Fanaren (La-ray-na Fa-nah-ren) Nickname: Rainbow Eyes Age: 24 Race: Elven Sex: Female Hair: Blonde Eyes: Rainbow Weight: 67 kg Height: 1.92 m Theme Song: Rainbow Eyes - by Rainbow Weapons: Steel rapier with silver hilt, 94 cm Strengths: Having considerable skill with the rapier, she can easily defend herself in an attack. Being quite athletic, she is nimble on her feet, giving her a graceful agility, a significant advantage in battle. Her heavy money pouch always at hand gives her quite a leverage in any situation, and means that she can just about afford anything. She has an adamant willpower that allows her to put her mind to doing anything she needs to and stand up to anyone posing a threat or defiance. Another attribute she has no fear of using to her advantage is her beauty, but never in a wanton way, mainly because she would loath to be reduced to an object in other's eyes. Weaknesses: Though trained in the art of swordmanship, she has no battling experience beyond sparring matches, therefore a skilled and experienced warrior could overpower her. She may be the adventurous type, but her aristocratic upbringing has meant that she has come to rely on a warm bed and food being available whenever she requires them, thus if she finds herself deprived of such comforts she might find it difficult to cope. The fact that she has no real armour and that her clothes give minimal protection, a weapon attack could cause her significant damage. Her weapon being a rapier also offers her reduced defensive capabilities, especially against a heavier blade. Skills: She is a skilled dancer, knowledgeable and practiced in most popular court dances, including some human ones. Putting her rapier skills to good use, she is a seasoned participant in sporting events of swordplay. She is fluent in many languages, particularly in the Elven tongues, including several human languages and a few dwarven dialects. Having taken horse-riding lessons from a small age, she is now an accomplished rider. Appearance:  (image courtesy of Lineage II : The Chaotic Chronicle) Larena by SuperAiko [link] Larena by Hitokirichibi [link] Personality: Larena is not one to hold back, she displays a dynamic personality that causes others to either build up great respect for her or distance themselves from her. The fact that she tends to display a certain arrogance on occasion, due to her royal heritage and Elven identity, usually calls for the latter. She displays a caustic, English-wit humour which permeates her thoughts and speech. She also usually enjoys giving a playful teasing to everyone she meets. Sometimes she tends to be somewhat hot-headed and take insult easily, but only with people she does not know well. It is difficult to discern what she makes of others, due to the fact that she masks most of her personal thoughts behind a tough exterior. She enjoys listening to slow, melodic music, which is probably one of the few times her emotions are plainly apparent. Quite the social type, she easily engages in conversation and is able to hold her ground in any debate. She is generally quite active and lively, though she occasionaly enjoys drifting away and relaxing in peace. She is also the flirtatious type, engaging in courtship whenever given the opportunity, usually in a playful or teasing manner. At this point it should also be noted that Larena is bisexual, meaning that she feels an attraction to both males and females, even though this tendency doesn't surface very often. In other words, there is only a select group of females that she would feel any sort of attraction to. She is in actuality indifferent to men seeing as she's been in a lot of relationships, viewing them more as a hobby of sorts. As a result, her very few relationships with the same gender have been generally more meaningful than her relationships with men. Also, although she would never admit it, she is quite a sucker for compliments. Another peculiar aspect of her personality is her love of good cuisine, indulging shamelessly in all sorts of dishes and never fearing to make her enjoyment audible. Whenever questioned on how she manages to maintain her figure, she attributes it to an undisclosed secret. She is confident in her sword-wielding abilities, and though she is arguably not experienced, she will attempt to defend herself, though she may be somewhat uncomfortable with the idea of killing. History: Larena was born in the elvish city-state of Alduren, her father being the ruler of the city, her mother tragically dying whilst giving birth to her. Alduren was nestled amidst a gentle ravine, adorned with lush and bountiful temperate vegetation, with a shallow stream coursing along it, dotted with numerous waterfalls. At the very heart of the city, the ravine is bordered by tall cliffs which prevent any invading rmies from flanking the defences. Moving further downstream, the cliffs fall steadily in height, until they merge with the ravine and proceed to form a wide valley. Moving upstream the elevation rises, leading to sharp inclines and cooler temperatures, until the cliffs merge with the snow-capped mountains in the distance. As a young girl, she was usually shy and reserved, particularly in the presence of elders, and especially her father. Her bond with him was a strange one, a mix of both love and fear, coupled with a sense of wonder. For her childish self however, he was the world. Even so, when she was on her own, away from the conformity of aristocracy, she was fearless, never holding back. Brave and adventurous, she found herself exploring and playing in the beautiful land of her father, usually in the company of boys. As a result, she was mostly a tomboy, having little to do with the other timid girls her age. She had a happy, carefree childhood, but she was also tutored in various subjects ranging from ancient runes to horse-riding, so she also grew up with a formidable education. Reaching puberty, Larena found it difficult to adjust. She was so accustomed to the presence of boys, that she did not feel anything in particular towards them. And her closest male friends were also so used to playing with her, that they didn't develop any feelings for her. However, as she began to assume the beauty of her mother, other boys who did not know her so well started showing an interest in her, something which only made her feel awkward and confused. As she began coming of age, her best friends started getting girlfriends and spending less and less time with her, and she began to feel left out and unwanted. Maybe that's why her first true love happened to be another girl. Her name was Taenuviel, although Larena preferred calling her Tae for short. At first, Larena felt very awkward around her, even to the point of shyness. But as she let her affections start to show, she was amazed to see that they were returned. Their relationship grew until Larena realised that she was falling in love with Tae, so she decided to let her feelings for her out into the open. Much to Larena's joy, Tae returned the feelings, and they became a couple, even though they kept the relationship a secret from most people, especially her father. For the first time in a long time, Larena felt happy. As she reached early adulthood however, she began to be assailed by countless suitors seeking her hand in marriage, most of them eager to lay a hand on the heirdom of her father's throne. Much to her father's puzzlement and even annoyance, she rejected any and all offers. She loved Tae with all her heart, and would allow nothing to come between them. However, something happened which she did not expect. Lured by the prospect of wealth and power and motivated by lust, Tae started an affair with a young elven noble from another kingdom behind Larena's back, leading up to a marriage proposal. Tae broke the news to Larena in the most blunt way imaginable the day before she left with the noble. She said how Larena had only been a mere pass-time for her all this time, and that she was deluded if she believed that Tae would have settled for her. She wasn't about to give up everything for Larena. Concluding her speech, she abandoned an extremely shocked and heart-broken Larena, and left with her would-be husband. Larena was simply devastated. She spent three days locked up in her room, barely eating and crying almost constantly. Her naivety had cost her greately, and now she could find no solace. In the end, she picked up the pieces of her broken heart and vowed to never let herself get hurt like that again. And from this experience came a new Larena, who had no qualms with flirting with the opposite sex. She used the steady stream of suitors which continued to prey upon her as a chance to become acquinted with being in relationships with men, forming several different ones but never actually considering a serious future with any of them. Needless to say, there were also a few females again with whom she had brief relationships with, and even though they were in general more meaningful, they were, too, not with much forseeable future. Larena eventualy became disenchanted with her constricted life within Alduren and the constant stream of short-lived relationships with boring people, her instinct of adventure driving her to explore the outlying world and see what it has to offer. Much to her father's dismay, she confronted him and let him know of her wishes to leave Alduren. Her father was eager on marrying her off to one of the suitors and securing a heir to the throne, but Larena would hear nothing of it, putting her foot down before him for perhaps the first time in her life. In the end, her father could do nothing but give her his wishes and hope for her safe return some day. So Larena gathered a few belongings, her beloved rapier, and a large sum of gold, and set forth to see what lay beyond Alduren. Roleplays Pill0ws of Doom -- Dropped Every Man Against Himself ( Tournament ) -- Completed Darts of Pleasure -- Continuing
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Leona
Personal Details Persona Weapons She has several different weapons that she uses depending on the situation at hand, changing her outfit slightly with each configuration. Her most trusty weapon that she always wears on her person is a pair of twin Berretta 90two pistols with seventeen 9x19mm Parabellum silver hollow-point rounds per clip. They are engraved with the words VERITAS FIDES SAPIENTA ( Truth, faith, wisdom ) and are concealed in a double holster at the back of her waist. Leona also owns a twelve-gauge sawn-off Benelli Montefeltro shotgun with silver buckshot rounds, which is concealed in a specially modified holster rig on her right shoulder. As for more personal weapons, she owns a knife sheath which fastens around her right thigh and can carry five crucifix-shaped throwing knives with high silver content, engraved with the words ANNUIT CŒPTIS ( He has approved the undertakings ). And last but definitely not least, she owns a pair of custom-built retractable arm blades that tuck in neatly under her sleeves, the blades etched with the words AD MAIOREM DEI GLORIAM ( To the greater glory of God ). Magic/Skills Being young and athletic Leona is very fast and agile, a definite advantage when battling vampires and were-creatures. Years of training and exercise have also given her strength and stamina as well as unparalleled proficiency with her weapons of choice. However this means that she usually relies more on her body and weapons rather than her mind, rarely taking the time to formulate a proper plan before running into the fray. Nevertheless she always remains calm and collected in any situation, not one to panic when things get rough. Her exceptionally strong faith is also a decisive factor since it gives her the strength and courage to stand up to any difficult situation she comes across. Another important thing to note is that Leona was born on the Sabbath which gives her an inherent sensitivity to the supernatural, and this has been honed so as to give her a limited ability to sense vampires and were-creatures Strengths The most obvious of her strengths is the incredibly large weapon arsenal she has at her disposal, although it is completely justified considering the dangers of her profession. She is usually calm and collected, not one to panic when situations get difficult. Her strong willpower and firm discipline are powerful weapons when dealing with people openly trying to coerce or manipulate her. Leona is very agile and athletic, giving her speed and flexibility to match that of the creatures she hunts. Weaknesses Leona may be ruthless when dispatching troublesome creatures of the night, but she has a highly moral outlook on life which may place her in danger when fighting against other humans. Added to this is the fact that she believes in the inherent good of others, so she could be easily tricked or misled. She tends to rely more on her projectile weapons rather than more direct fighting methods, so she would be at a disadvantage against a skilled swordsman or someone trained in martial arts. Personality Leona is a very conservative individual with a strong unwavering faith in the Roman Catholic Church. She puts much effort into being disciplined and doing what she considers right, all the while maintaining her modesty and exercising firm self-control. Her life is governed by rigid rules and strict morals, and she does not do or say anything that could be considered even remotely questionable. She does not care for what she considers female trivialities such as being fashionable or wearing make-up. One would almost never catch her flirting with a man, and even if she were it would remain strictly chaste. She is very wary of her personal space and will not any man enter unless she completely trusts them. If one should be so bold as to disrespect her boundaries, after a moment of surprise she would be inclined to chastise them rather painfully. If she realises she is being courted Leona will grow nervous and try to avoid the courtship as best she can. She is a much more open person with female acquaintances and is not afraid to show her emotions or be affectionate with them. Leona is fiercely loyal to people she considers friends and would do almost anything to protect them, even at the expense of endangering her own life. Her best traits are that she has an astounding sense of duty that is only rivalled by her faith, and that she is extremely protective of the ones she cares about. She is very firm in her beliefs and ideals, rarely up for debating them even with people she trusts. If she feels that her worldview is being severely threatened, she is much more likely to drop the subject rather than defend her views. She can sometimes be quite judgemental of others though, especially of behaviour she does not approve. She has an inherent dislike for anything contrary to human nature, especially towards vampires for personal reasons as evident in her history. Were-creatures are seen in better light by her since she considers their affliction more of a disease, but she would never go so far as to say she approves of them. Nevertheless she has a particular quirk where she will not hunt a creature until they prove to be a menace, even though she sometimes believes that to be foolish naiveté on her part. It probably stems from her belief that every person has good in them and is never too far gone to be saved, and this extends by a small amount to the creatures she hunts. Likes:
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[ Comment by Cadenza Madrigal on the subject of Leona's personality: Priss is about as uptight as you can get short of having a rod rammed up your arse. And actually, maybe she does--you know, the nuns and their long rulers and all. That would explain a lot. But basically, she's got this set of rules and morals and she sticks very closely to them because she's really concerned with doing what's right and good and all that idealistic garbage. She could stand to loosen up a bit... but, honestly... Priss wouldn't be Priss without all those rules and stuffiness. She's a good, respectable woman. ] [ Comment by Cadenza Madrigal on the subject of Leona and men: She comes across as almost allergic to men--she won't touch 'em, even innocently, or look much at them like they'd bite her if she did. I think if someone grabbed her ass she'd first be in total shock and THEN make sure they could never grab anyone's ass again. In case you're missing my point, I mean she'd slash their arm cleam off. Just look at those knives she keeps around her thigh--right across from the garter with the cross. If those aren't a sign she puts up to say "KEEP AWAY", I don't know what is. ] Appearance Leona's face is perfectly formed and almost heart-shaped with smooth curves, having a thin nose and beautiful almond-shaped emerald eyes that could be incredibly seductive if she wanted them to. Her lips are thin but perfectly complement the rest of her features. An unruly mass of wavy ginger hair adorns her head and falls down to the small of her back, leaving a few bangs framing the sides of her face. Her complexion is not as tan as one would expect of her ethnicity, but still retains a distinct Mediterranean hue. In terms of physique she is in very good shape, something which is pretty much a requirement in her line of work. Her body is toned from years of exercising and training, though not so much as to appear unattractive. She has an average bust which is not that firm, and her hips are too narrow to really be called feminine. Her legs are long and slender but not particularly shapely. She stands at about one metre and seventy-one centimetres, and weighs in at about sixty-three kilograms. Her choice of clothing is usually fairly plain and simple, Leona not caring much for appearing attractive or feminine. One thing that should be noted is that she prefers corsets over bras, finding them much more supportive when moving around a lot. She usually wears a white button-up dress shirt complete with a small neck-tie and a vest, as well as a long trenchcoat and tight matching pants. However she will occasionally trade this outfit especially during warmer weather for a short-sleeve t-shirt, jeans and a more casual leather jacket that is long enough to hide her weapons. Her hands are almost always hidden under leather gloves for grip and protection. Whatever her choice of outfit she always wears a pair of either hiking boots or army style boots, which provide excellent grip in dangerous situations when she's out hunting. There is always a large silver cross around her which she absolutely never takes off, tucked inside when she's wearing dress shirts but on full display with t-shirts. She also always wears a white garter belt under her pants on her left thigh to symbolise her purity and commitment to celibacy. A tattoo, comprised of an angel wielding a lance and encircled by a parchment reading ANNUIT CŒPTIS ( He has approved the undertakings ), can be found on her right side. [ Comment by Cadenza Madrigal on the subject of Leona's pants: They're tight, but not in any of the right places ] Leona by SuperAiko [link] Biography Leona was born to a young Italian prostitute by the name of Albertina Veronesi in the slums of the city of Naples. The identity of her father was unknown, probably one of the many men her mother had slept with. The woman had no money and so was forced to have the baby, and since going to the hospital would alert the authorities she had to deliver it in the brothel. Nevertheless she wasn't allowed to keep the baby there and was expected to find a way to get rid of it. Having been raised in a strictly Catholic family her first thoughts were to leave the child on the entrance steps of one of Naples’s many convents, in the hope that the nuns would raise it without asking any questions and that her sins would be absolved in the face of God. And so the child was taken in by the nuns and adopted as one of their own, raised by the youngest of them who would otherwise be unable to have children. They gave her the first name Leona to symbolise her spirited nature even as a newborn, and the last name D'Arcangelo to symbolise the fact that they considered her a gift from God. Growing up Leona became very attached to a nun who was a former language professor, and so she was introduced to quite a few languages including English and received general education from a very young age. She might have been a bit over-protected and shielded from the outside world but she grew up happily, a kind and caring child who was a source of light for the nuns if one excused her childish mischief. From early on it was obvious that she was a child of much faith, meticulous with her prayer and bible study yet always curious about the world around her. Her childhood innocence was shattered though on a fateful spring night when Leona was merely eleven. She awoke to the sounds of screams and terrifying snarls just outside her sleeping quarters, her small eyes wide with fear and apprehension as she slipped out of her bed and stepped outside. A large crimson stain covered the length of the wall across from her door, and at the end of it laid the limp body of one of the nuns in a blood drenched nightgown. Before she even had the time to feel horrified another scream pierced the silence, and the mortified Leona hesitantly made her way towards the source of the sound. The screams grew louder and were now accompanied with wails and sobs as she approached. What she saw next would haunt her dreams throughout her adolescent life. Sprawled on the floor was the nun Leona had grown to love more than the rest, with a creature which resembled a man only in appearance on top of her. The woman's clothes had been viciously ripped apart as the vampire ruthlessly raped her, before the creature's fangs plunged deeply into her neck and began to drink of her. Leona gave a silent scream and turned to run in utter terror, her small footsteps echoing down the empty stone corridors. The keen senses of the rest of the vampires -- because it was a group of young ones who had decided to feast on the nuns of the convent -- caught the sound of the little girl's feet, and another of the vile creatures who found Leona's scent intoxicating flitted through the shadows after her. Leona continued her hopeless dash in near panic, desperately looking for somewhere to hide. She eventually found herself in the small chapel that was part convent, and running past the pews she crawled under the safety of the altar. Screams broke the silence once more and she closed her eyes, praying with all her heart for the nightmarish ordeal to end. At that very moment the vampire who had been following her scent walked into the chapel and headed towards the altar, relishing the scent of fear emanating from the little girl. Reaching the altar he hissed and knocked the cross away angrily, before pulling up the sheet covering the altar and kneeling down to look at her with a malicious grin. The child looked up at her stalker with wide terrified eyes, and just as the vampire was about to reach out for her, a wooden shaft shot out of his chest. The creature snarled and pulled away from the altar, the bolt having missed its heart by a fraction of an inch. It turned towards the man who had fired the crossbow and lunged at him, but before the vampire could reach its target a .45 bullet shot through its skull and shattered it. The creature lay writhing in its own blood as the hunter walked up to it, pressing the remainder of its skull down with a boot and firing another bolt straight into its heart. The person who had saved her was a fifty-two year old man by the name of Lorenzo Benenati, a Vatican trained vampire that had gone freelance and was now looking to retire. He had been following the young vampire group for a while, but his body was not as strong or as sturdy as it used to be, and so by the time he reached the convent it had been too late. The only survivor of the attack was the shaken Leona, who choked back a sob as she crawled out from under the altar. She looked up at her saviour with teary eyes but she would not cry -- she would never let herself cry. Lorenzo took pity on the little girl, and since his job had never allowed him the luxury to settle down and start a family of his own, he decided to take that hard-earned retirement and adopt Leona as his own child. She eventually managed to overcome the traumatic experience of that night and learned to love Lorenzo like the father she never had. As she reached her mid-teens Leona became greatly interested in her guardian's previous occupation, and after some hesitation the old man succumbed to her curiosity and began to teach her about how to combat vampires and other supernatural creatures. The teaching quickly escalated into training and Leona eventually managed to revitalise her guardian's interest in his former line of work. He began to take relatively easy jobs once more, bringing Leona along to help with preparations and even assist in a few executions. All was well until one particular job went awry and Lorenzo found himself seriously injured, Leona having been barely able to fight off the vampire and save his life. That's when he decided beyond doubt that he was too old for this kind of work, and hung up his weapons for good this time. Leona however was eighteen by that time and she had already decided that she wanted to follow in Lorenzo's footsteps. The vampires had taken from her everything she had held dear, and this was her chance to fight back and keep them from hurting anyone else. This was not a life the man had wanted for his adoptive daughter and he tried to dissuade her, but Leona was adamant in her decision. Eventually Lorenzo gave in and put her into contact with some of his acquaintances in the Vatican. And so the aspiring huntress travelled to the Vatican and began intensive training in a secret underground facility in the heart of the city-state. She continued her education and schooling in vampire lore, learning Latin, Greek, and bolstering the languages she already knew. She was tutored in the ways of the Catholic Church and learned various religious sacraments, as well as receiving extensive weapons training and battle instruction. Leona sped through all these with flying colours, exhibiting exemplar faith and dedication in her work. After four years of comprehensive training in all aspects of being a hunter, Leona "graduated" and was immediately transferred over to the Sancti Vindicatio, the militant exorcist division of the Vatican, where she received her tattoo. For two years Leona scoured the entirety of Italy working for the Sancti Vindicatio and acquiring invaluable experience. Having proven her worth adequately during this time, she was transferred over to the international branch of the Sancti Vindicatio and is now given different assignments in various Catholic countries based on supernatural activity levels. Roleplays Here Be Monsters -- Continuing
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