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[ElectricDandellion]

Evelina Kough
Fledgeling
Appearance: 20
Age: 148
Lineage: Sionis

History:
Evelina was born in 1872 to mortal, hard working parents, just scraping the line between working class humans and peasants. Although tough, life as a child for the young girl was particularly amusing with many siblings to play with, and endless children among the streets to befriend, though she was soon subject to criticism from her other, older siblings as she too grew older. In need of wealth, the children of the family were sent to work from ages as early as 7. Evelina had been the only exception, as the youngest she had caught the attention of a young middle class couple, of whom wished to betroth her to their only son. As such, Evelina had been sent to school, taught to sew and cook and, despite not going into physical labour like her siblings had, she felt mentally exhausted. Whenever she could, she would try to make others smile and continued to carry that aura with her throughout her undead and living years.

Quite soon came the family deaths, 4 siblings dying young at work, 2 getting suffocated by smog and dust from chimney sweeping or complications following the inhalation of cold ash and embers, one being shredded in a machine at the workhouses, and another dying at the hand of influenza. Parents mortified, they lost hope altogether, a deep depression seeping into the home from there on, suffocating all residents in a way that Evelina wondered from time to time was the way in which her siblings had felt in their death.

When eventually the time came, after years of strenuous training, Evelina was old enough to marry, and was quickly sent off to her betrothed. However, on the morning of her wedding, the bride-to-be had decided to scuttle down to the old abandoned church early, hoping to gain the blessings of both God and dead family members, hoping for some sort of clarity in whether the marriage was a good idea. Many rumours had engulfed the town about the abandoned abbey, but not many had dared to venture its grounds. Even in their depressed state, her parents seemed to think it a good plan to raise their societal status, if just slightly. It was at the doors of the church gates where it had happened. As she gingerly stepped upon the steps nearing God’s house, she had an inkling feeling to turn around, a slow shiver encompassed her spine. In a moment of hesitation, she had turned to see her fiancé hobbling along the cobblestone, gun in hand. The confusion on the young woman’s mind clouded her ability to move, keeping her stuck on the floor, hand desperately trying to hold up her shocked form by gaining support from the cold wall. The man swayed from foot to foot, and it was most evident that he was intoxicated.

With a few hazy moments, he cocked the gun and shot her, for reasons she later found out to be that he didn’t want to taint his reputation dating her as a lower class woman. Something that cost him his life as, as soon as she could, she tracked him down and killed him, much to the advice not to from her father and brother figure. He had dragged her lifeless body to the back of the church fencing, close to an old, abandoned garden, where she had then been turned by the one known as the sad priest. The only true father figure she had in her life, and someone she would endlessly visit for guidance as well as company. Adrian’s devotion to his religion made her feel like she still had humanity, even if at times it drew him insane.

Evelina had tried to make friends with humans for many years, but watching them crumple and disintegrate with age destroyed her more than she cared to admit. The impermanence of the world shattered her when she forced herself to be a bystander of it. And, although she had thoroughly enjoyed the company of Leone and Adrian, she found it difficult in the church, especially since she had lost her religion with her death. After all, why would God permit demons such as herself to live? And why would he have her killed on the holy grounds of his home after she had been devoted to him?

Evelina had tried to make vampiric friends over the years, mostly of those with Oriasus lineage, especially given she feels a strong connection to many of their deaths- killed by men who thought themselves better, but men who were scared. Most of the time, she simply finds comfort in spending time with her family, including listening to Leone’s theology from time to time, or even providing a helping hand in the gardens. It did sting often though, especially nearing her place of death at the bottom of the garden besides the fence.

Other than that, she attends many night events, allowing herself to relax and enjoy the moment. At most times, she will visit the local library, never able to read enough, especially poetry. Evelina felt a certain comfort knowing that others in books could express the melancholic thoughts she could have. A sense of community, even.


“If you spend too much time in the past, your eyes will surely ache from craning behind rather than Keeping forwards, Hm?”


Personality:
Evelina has a fascination with people and socialising in general, especially given she rarely had the chance to meet people in her adolescence. Balls and the like were the highlight of her past, dance being soothing to her soul. She loves to tease humans, finding their lack of understanding towards the supernatural amusing, as well as their general actions. Most of all, she likes to make people smile. Allowing someone to feel that way always gives her a sense of accomplishment, and almost a sense of purpose, especially given her infinitely long, dreary life.

Mischievousness and curiosity is at the heart of many of the young woman’s actions, always trying to lighten the mood though hiding behind her dark past. Not many people know of her history, and she prefers keeping it that way in the hopes that other people will refrain from humiliating her.

When angered, Evelina is indescribably bad tempered and quick to fire up and irritate, though it’s a trait she has been told to reign in by her father figure. With a little mindfulness, Evelina can lengthen her patience, though sometimes she can explode with even the smallest of nudges in her anger. This is largely juxtaposed by her desire to love another being. Having been killed on her wedding day, she never truly felt the love of a significant other, nor even the love of family or her own children until she met her ‘vampire family’. Although kind to others, she hides this part of her nature in fear that it will be a weakness.

She has a very strong connection to Adrian and Leone, especially Adrian. In situations involving those she would consider her own blood, she can be known to be ruthless and very protective. They saved her, and she aims to return the favour. If anyone tried to hurt them, there would be hell to pay. Although not necessarily physically strong, Evelina is mentally very resilient and would do anything to make sure her family were doing well, and constantly hopes to make them proud where due.


Skills/Strengths: Sewing, manipulating others, basic combat, poetry, speed.

Flaws/Weaknesses: Wanting adoration, easily distracted, clumsy, difficulty controlling blood lust, mischievousness can land her in very troublesome situations.

Character motivations: to control her feeding on humans, to make her father figure and brother proud, to find a greater purpose in living, to try and accept others how they are in order to make true friendships.

Character song:
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[QuirkyAngel]

House Manchester

Name: Natalia Orlova

Age: 78

Appearance: 20

Lineage: Manchester

Status: Fledgeling

Personality: Distant, quiet, and reserved, Natalia doesn't like talking much about herself. Her goal is to live a quiet life different from her past and she no longer desires to stand out in the crowd. She doesn't know what she wants really. After accomplishing her goals, then realizing it isn't what she really wants, Natalia feels a little lost. Therefore Natalia desires to learn as much as she can and explore anything that even remotely interests her. Her purpose is to find a purpose. Currently she's attending the local university in White Rabbit Valley in hopes of finding a passion, but also to pass time and keep her mind healthy. Only takes the night classes/online classes though.

Natalia has no problems lying since she's done it all her life, but she doesn't like to, thus her quiet nature. She doesn't kill unless she has to either and generally prefers not to, though she has no qualms if she has to. She's done it before after all. There's a ruthlessness about her when it comes to getting what she wants and she's grown to hate herself for it. Natalia holds high expectations of herself. Even if she's polite and doesn't verbalize it, Natalia is surprisingly competitive. She might not know what she wants to do, but Natalia always wants to be the best at what she does. That's why her grades are always at the top of whatever class she decides to take. She just doesn't brag about it. Writing novels, songs, and music sheets under the pen name Nina Rose is also just a time killer for her, but anything less than quality work just isn't good enough. Her excellent self restraint when it comes bloodlust is also a habit of her old days rather than any particular kindness or guilt towards humans. She can't stand the thought of over-eating, but she refuses to become an ugly mindless boneskin either, therefore monitors her eating habits much the same way she does in life. Natalia isn't one to lose herself to pleasure. In fact, pleasure is harder for her to find than most, given how high strung she is inside.

Natalia values personal freedom and has a hard time committing to relationships. She can't be be bought, not by riches or materialistic goods. Not anymore. She is well-mannered enough when spoken to, but draws clear lines between herself and others. Demeanor-wise, Natalia is serious, rarely ever engaging in playful banter unless it's with someone she's close to (or she's acting/flirting for food). Despite that cautious aspect of hers, she's actually the type to follow her impulses and heart when making big decisions. There's an inner stubbornness and pride to her that fuels her desire for independence and self-improvement beneath the passive/unassuming front.

Skills/Strengths:

• Singing- Her voice, when she deigns to speak, is melodious and very pleasing to the ear. Becoming a vampire has enhanced her natural vocal cords.
• Dancing -She's well practiced in a variety of dances from ballroom to hip-hop and her movements have only become more graceful since her turning.
• Music -She has a good a good sense of rhythm and her ears are sharp enough to detect an off key and an incorrect tone from a mile away. She also has a thorough understand of music such that composing songs come relatively easy.
• Acting.
• Literature - besides music, reading and writing is her best subject.
• Riding
• archery
• Hand-eye coordination
• Poker - she bluffs well due to all the acting practices she's had and has one heck of a poker face.
• strong miasma especially when she sings/dances/takes the stage.
• Manages her bloodlust well and has excellent self-restraint
• Polite/Well-mannered.
• Hardworking
• Determined
• Even-tempered

Flaws/Weakness:

• Dysthymia - There's a melancholy air about her despite her general stoic personality. She doesn't suffer crippling sadness where she cries every night or something, but Natalia finds very little joy in life. Accomplishments are to expected, based on what her parents had taught her, and she doesn't feel the normal satisfaction after completion of a goal. Just relief that it's done.
• Perfectionism- easily gets distraught when she can't meet her own flawless expectations, which lends itself to avoidance and questioning her own self worth
• Commitment issues - she fears being dependent/tied down in a relationship.
• Can't cook - never learned how and no sense of taste.
• Sucks at video games
• Can't seem to win at chess - against Dimitri at least.
• Goaless and indecisive.
• Impulsive
• Not especially good melee fighter - though her vampiric physical strength could overpower most regular humans regardless of her lack of technique.
• Slower regeneration
• General housework
• Stubborn.
• Reclusive and distant.
• Competitive - she's a bit of a sore loser.
• Holds grudges well - she might forgive (after a while), but she never forgets.

Goals/Motivation: To find a purpose/motivation.

Bio: Natalia Orlova was born in Sochi, Russia to two greedy blue collared workers who wanted a better life. She had a relatively normal childhood up until the age of 9 when her talents in singing and acting were discovered. Recognized by a talent scout, she became her parents' hope for a better future. At first, Natalia thoroughly enjoyed the attention. She worked hard to please her parents and the movie directors who where all too happy to pay her parents for their daughter's work. However the better she did, the more requests she got, and the more people expected of her. Her parents were especially demanding. Suddenly nothing she did was good enough. She had to practice more, spend less time playing, if she were to meet all the expectations.

Upon joining a relatively big talent agency, Russian Entertainment, Natalia's days were filled with singing lessons, dancing lessons, acting lessons, music lessons, etc. Pushed by her parents, the young girl strove to impress. Life for one working in the entertainment industry wasn't easy. She had to watch her weight, manage her diet, her appearance, her style, and everything in between. Public opinion mattered. Natalia's parents became her manager...and they were incredibly strict ones. Natalia couldn't remember the last time she had a bar of chocolate, let alone spend time with friends her age, but that didn't matter. What mattered to her was what her parents thought of her.

What other's thought of her.

Fifteen-year-old Natalia was by no means bad at what she did. She was good. Very good. But she wasn't the best. There was one girl in Russian Entertainment she could never beat. Russia's number one star. Natalia hated her. No matter how hard she tried, no matter how much effort she put in, Natalia just couldn't win. She couldn't take the number one spot. Her parents, as her managers, just pushed her to work harder and harder. They constantly compared her to her rival, telling her she wasn’t good enough. That she had to be rich and famous to support them.

Then, one day, they died in a car accident.

Just like that, Natalia became an orphan. Natalia was distraught. Even if they weren’t the most loving, even if she had started to hate them, they were still her parents. Everything she did, she did for them. They managed everything for her – her assets, her jobs, etc— and she didn’t know what she would do without them. She was still a minor. How could she survive in the entertainment industry without them? What was the point now that she was all alone? Natalia found herself stuck in a downward spiral. The quality of her work plummeted. She lost jobs – practically had to beg for work because she wasn’t educated and didn’t know anything else. Natalia started to grow ill from overwork as her body wasn’t very strong to begin with (due to the heavy diets she put on herself). She thought it was the end of the line for her career.

That was when she met him – a wealthy man who claimed to be a caring fan of hers. To this day, she wouldn’t know if he truly wanted to help her, or if he simply wanted to corrupt a companion. A song bird to keep him company? A beautiful artwork? Either way, he offered to sponsor her in her rise to fame if she were to become his daughter. Desperately Natalia accepted – and so she was adopted by the rich entrepreneur, Dimitri Ainsworth at the age of 16. He nursed her back to health. Having a wealthy backer made things easier. Dimitri spoiled his new adoptive daughter, giving her anything she wanted– from jewels and dresses to riding and archery lessons which she did for sport. Jobs were plentiful as Dimitri had connections in high places. Her enemies were eliminated for her, though Natalia was unaware of it during that time. More importantly, he gave her the love her parents never did and Natalia loved him back. It was a young calf's love. Dimitiri was handsome, in his thirties, rich, mysterious, cared for her, Natalia found herself smitten by his kindness, such that when she found out he was a vampire, she wanted to join him in eternal life.

For years later, Natalia got her wish, killing her rival to prove her worth and claiming the title of Russia's number one idol.

That night Natalia joined one of the living dead.

You’d think Natalia would be happy, satisfied that her dream was finally accomplished, but she wasn’t, and Natalia didn’t know why. When she grew bored of the entertainment scene, a mere two years after taking the number one spot in Russia’s entertainment industry, Natalia faked her death, faded into obscurity, and became Dimitri’s full time lover. It wasn’t like she could remain a public figure for too long with her unchanging appearance anyway, no matter how many lotions or skincare items she bought in order to excuse her youthful appearance. Since then he'd never asked her to kill again. Food was usually served to her on silver platter and there wasn't much need for her to go hunting on her own. Perhaps he felt guilty. Perhaps he wanted to keep her innocent. Natalia would never know. Even after becoming a vampire, there was much he didn't tell her. She still sang and performed when she had nothing else to, but only in private concerts for Dimitri or other vampires of his choosing. If she was hungry and Dimitry wasn’t around, she would charm young men (sometimes women) with her voice (miasma), take a bite, then let them go with their memories hazy/altered. Natalia was under no delusions that she was Dimitri’s only child and she knew he had various other mistresses scattered throughout Europe, but he was caring and attentive and always assured her that she was his number one.

This lasted five decades until she met one of his old lovers from the Crown. Natalia learned many things about Dimitri that day, his bloody past, how he was part of the Manchester lineage, how close he used to be to his former lover, etc. All of it was enough to make Natalia jealous, but she didn’t leave him until learning that he’d been the one responsible for her parents’ accident. That he’d caused her year-long suffering, watched it all, and waited until she was weakest to offer her a new life as his adoptive daughter. It had all been planned out by him the very start. She'd been nothing but a well dressed doll. A marionette in held by faux strings of love. Her confrontation with Dimitri turned violent and Natalia wasn’t sure how she’d won. Perhaps he’d gone easy on her. Perhaps he was surprised by her aggression. Regardless, Natalia didn’t take his life, as she owed him too much. She didn’t take any of the dresses or jewels either, realizing that everything she owned had been given to her. The only thing Natalia wanted was her freedom. Learning of Johanna Manchester from Dimitri’s old lover, Natalia moved to White Rabbit Valley in order to find exiled vampire as she was the closest thing Natalia had to family at the moment. It was around that time that Nina Rose came into existence. A mysterious author, screenwriter, music composer, and lyricist whose identity is unknown and seems to only exist on the internet, under a certain obscure webpage that only a select few have access to.

That was 8 years ago.

Since then, Natalia she'd lived quietly in White Rabbit Valley. Only her closest friends have really ever heard sing…though she sometimes performs in local bars and parks when her Nina Rose operation doesn’t make enough money. She just wears a mask to keep her identity hidden. Natalia shares a close connection with Johanna since they were both scorned lovers in a sense and will regularly compose the woman a song to ease her moments of depression. The Manchester Matriarch is the only one who knows of Natalia’s relation to Dimitri (who is one of her children) and the only one she really shares her woes to.

Additional Information:

• She plays two instruments: Piano and violin.
• She is bilingual, speaking both English and Russian.
• She still has a slight Russian accent
• Her pen name/internet name is Nina Rose.
• Spoiler: Dimitri Ainsworth, Manchester lineage, member of the Crown

  

Character Theme Song:

Spoiler: Honorable Mentions

 

[Ghostiiys]

Appearance:

Name: Ida Young

Appearance: 22

Vampiric Age: 1

Lineage: Oriasus

Personality: Ida is a kind person but at a surface level refusing to let herself be taken advantage of , in this new world she knows that kindness and sympathy and especially vulnerability are things that should be safeguarded , as they can be exploited by almost anyone. Deep down behind the walls Ida is a compassionate and caring individual. However outwardly Ida comes off with a depressive attitude that some may mistake her for just being quiet and calm.

Ida is a respectful person , but she does not take anyone else's "clownery". Calling people out on their behaviors is not something Ida is afraid of doing , especially if in the end she changes minds. Ida is adaptable as well as tolerant but it can be overshadowed by her seriousness. She has values that she refuses to compromise.

Being far from perfect Ida has less pleasant traits. Her irritable and seemingly growing sadistic tendencies from lack of blood consumption and growing hunger could affect the others. Fortunately her stable nature shines brighter on most days.

Skills/Strengths: Quick Learner, Not easily manipulated ,Self Control, Carving, Empathetic , perceptive

Character Flaws/Weaknesses: Insecure , battling hunger , hard time of letting go, trouble asking for help , withdraws herself from people, irritable

Character Goals/Motivations: Embracing her new life. For better or worse

Bio: Ida being born a single child to two parents who where already going through a dysfunctional time , her father Yang Young was an abusive alcoholic and her mother was fresh out of high school only 18 , deciding not to pursue any further schooling and marry a man 9 years older than her. The age gap in their relationship only fueled a toxic and unpleasant environment for the Young family. Even as a young girl Ida knew her family was a bit different from the others , and fueled by innocence she wanted to work hard so that maybe one day her family could be happy.
Although as she grew older her fathers wrath saw its sights on Ida and the ideal family picture she wanted for herself quickly shattered. At first it was just verbal , at first. Then it escalated to hair being pulled , everything that wouldn't leave a mark on her body , or could just be explained off as Ida falling and getting bruised. She soon began to notice that even her mother , who had spent years under her fathers influence could care less about Ida's well being. Maybe that was just because she was too scared to protect her own daughter.

Ida desperately wanted to leave her own home , but she was still a minor and she knew that to secure her future she would need to excel in her studies and be the first of her family to enroll in a college. And she succeeded much to the dismay of her father , he didn't want her to leave the house , he viewed his family as a possession , one that only bowed to his will.
The though of her moving into a dorm enraged him and he threatened to hurt Ida's mother.
Ida was forced to stay home and not go to college , fueling the cycle of a dangerous environment and continuous strain on Ida's mental health. However Ida always had a passion for art since she was a young girl. After not being able to attend college Ida volunteered at a tattoo parlor , she spent weeks and months , up to two years when she became 20 working for free and watching the workers at the parlors and studying on her own body almost in an attempt to change herself from her fathers grasp , wearing long sleeves and long pants so he wouldn't be able to see what she has done.

Luckily Ida was able to work at the tattoo parlor and make and save some money on the side in hopes that her and her mother could run away together. No matter how many times she was beat down Ida's faith in a bright future never faltered and she always worked harder. That was until she turned twenty two. Ida had saved enough to afford a lease on an apartment and a few months rent for her and her mother. They spent weeks slowly packing clothes and essentials so that her father wouldn't notice , because if he did they knew that someone would not make it out alive.
And unfortunately on a quiet night , one perfect for leaving a home full of abuse and sadness , as Ida and her mother quietly made their way to the door her father had known that they where planning something. Chaos erupted as Ida's father couldn't control his anger and for once neither could Ida. A fight ensued and in an effort to control someone who never had a choice and an opportunity to live a better life Ida gave her own life to save her Mothers.

It only took a jab under her eye and a hard fall to the ground to completely silence any life and fight. Even though Ida's father had killed his only child He and His wife fled the scene leaving the fresh corpse to be eaten by bugs and rot away. By under some miracle Ida had a second chance at life by The silent hand , Oriasus. Now Ida struggles with accepting her new life , knowing that she died trying to save a human life but must feed on them. She quickly comes to regret her new being. Although being guided by Winona , Ida still fasts for as long as possible , taking up carving to distract herself from the hunger before she resorts to drinking animal blood which she certainly is disgusted by.

Character Theme Song:

Additional Information : Her whole body collar down down is covered in tattoos.

 

[Sereda]

Appearance

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Name
Jarius Hofstadter

Age
28 years
Vampiric age - recently turned, barely a year in

Lineage
Dygarian

Personality (1-2 paragraphs):

If knowledge was power, Jarius would have been the king of the world - that is, if he cared enough to exploit his findings at all. Seeing as he is rather lackadaisical in his obvious lack of ambition, there are few things that can incite passion, interest, and undivided attention in Jarius. As a child, he had been encouraged by his parents to keep his mind active and his attention scattered, making it almost second nature to observe everything all at once. This, of course, limits the details he can take in, but through years of practice, he has grown quite adept in his perception skills. It would be hard to fool Jarius, but even if he manages to figure someone out, he often doesn't have the motivation to meddle in the affairs that are not his own. Due to this lethargic nature, he can come across as aloof, empty-headed, and a bit dull to those who do not take the time to scrutinize him as he does others. After all, he has little energy toward things that do not appeal to him. There is no dawdling in Jarius's day-to-day - he strides, speaks, and acts with purpose. If someone or something does not contribute to this purpose, he is hesitant to engage. This makes him half rude and half there when in a social setting. It is a simple life in the shadows of those more prominent than he - at least, one need not tolerate those who talk yet have nothing to say.

However, one would make a grievous mistake to assume Jarius is incapable of emotion. He is, in fact, emotionally healthy and is more than aware of his personal sentiments. Additionally, when his attention is gripped and his interest is captured, there are no lengths he would not go in order to quench his thirst. He hungers for knowledge more than he does for blood - or, that is what he likes to believe - and to acquire them as if he were going to live forever is his ultimate goal. After being turned into a vampire, he just might.


Skills/Strengths (+3):

Jarius is highly perceptive and will know when he is lied to - not that he'd care of course. He is knowledgeable in almost all fields, making him quite the conversationalist when it came to intellectual pursuits for those who manage to bring out the scholar in him. When he was turned into a vampire, his keen sight improved in order to catch more details he would normally miss as a human.

Character Flaws/Weaknesses (+3):

It is a given that Jarius is not at all what most people would call "charming", and despite his perception skills, he is not a manipulative character that is able to use the knowledge he has for his benefit, much less others'. He pursues knowledge for the knowledge itself, and this could be frustrating for those who do not understand, telling him he lets all of it "go to waste" and "rot in his brain". This endeavor of learning all that can be learned can also be used against him, for if lured with an interesting enough concept, he will be a slave to it until he has figured it all out.

Character Goals/Motivations:

To die with knowledge, or to live striving for more.

Bio (+3 detailed paragraphs):

Jarius still remembers those days in the Caribbean, where every day was like summer and at his disposal was the grand library his father and grandfather kept in the mansion. Being a curious child and mostly left to his own devices as both men of the house were away on business matters, he had tried to read everything within, only to be disappointed in how little it contained compared to what the world knows as a whole. Despite having perused every page in the grand library of theirs, he still felt as if he knew nothing, so when he finished his strict homeschooling, Jarius set out by himself to continue looking for the knowledge he craves like water. He refused to take what was rightfully his sires' fortune and was determined to fund himself through entering various universities, participating in scholarship and research programs in order to get by.

While he did indeed love both his father and grandfather, their absence during most of his early life was deeply felt. Jarius tried to keep in touch with them, but like all things unrelated to his studies, he gradually lost the enthusiasm to continually inquire how they fare. Being busy people as they were up until the present, his disappearance from their care most likely did not change their schedules. In the last conversation Jarius had with his grandfather, he had been ensured a generous amount and certain properties were to be lawfully inherited. His father had offered he take over the company he had been presiding and laboring over for the past years as well, but Jarius declined - he simply cannot be tied down when so much was being discovered elsewhere.

This brought him to Graham Heights University, and in turn White Rabbit Valley. Graham Heights, being situated in a remote yet advanced place such as the valley, is in the perfect location to explore the stars above. Jarius's most recent endeavor involves equipment engineering for a new particle collider in order to help solve the mysteries of the universe beyond Earth. While this is is Jarius's main objective for coming to the valley, he does not cease in studying other disciplines. His successes in university made him a bit of a celebrity for the more enlightened individuals of the valley, earning him some invitations despite his behavior and manners to various parties. This allowed him to interact with the different persons of the valley, and upon attending enough gatherings was quick to pick up that some were not like the others.

Ajaxius Dygarian got to him first - as ever, he knew who the best people to use are and how. He need not expend much of his usual charming spiel on Jarius, as the promise of living forever seemed to entice him more than anything else, immediately imaging what it would be like to know what lies beyond his short life span as a mortal. He was given warnings, made aware of the consequences his actions may lead to, and given the responsibilities he must uphold as a member of Ajax's line and their kind, and Jarius was given the illusion that he chose his fate to become a vampire.

With no time to waste, Jarius was turned. Since then, he had kept to Ajax's side, giving not counsel but information in exchange for the extensive life he was given. It was a debt he owed, and one he had vowed to pay.


Character Theme Song:
Spinning Song

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[Locklaklazarii]

Name: Hank McCannon

Age: 33 (Vampiric Age 138)

Lineage: Oriasus

Personality: Hank is someone who first and foremost respects actual power, but this does not mean he won't shy away from giving it little challenges here and there. But on the other he also dislikes those who try to project power without having any, and will actively seek to take advantage of anyone he sees as weak. The only exception to this rule is his Vampiric family, who he holds a very strong loyalty to despite not truly being kin, taking any affront to them as an affront to himself and protecting them in any way that he can. Most people who see Hank would likely describe him by his 3 most common emotions Angry, Sad and Stoic. While Hank by no means is antisocial sometimes he rubs people the wrong way and this is perhaps due to the bluntness of his personality, he never shies away from saying what he is really thinking even if it might offend the party who had asked which may sometimes lead to less than savory opinions of him. His manipulation of others is never one of sweet words but trying to unbalance others so he can figure them out and take his shot at them.

Skills/Strengths: Hank has precision skill with many weapons and fighting and this can help him on many occasions, He is also a master of slight of hand using it too swindle confuse and steal... his Vampiric powers have made these already extremely honed skills that he had in life almost impossibly precise and quick. Besides his skills with his hands and the like Hank has a great knack for getting under peoples skins and making them angry or frustrated allowing him to better fool them.

Character Flaws/Weaknesses: Hank is by no means a subtle or smooth talker making him not very clever in the realms of politics or dealings with others in general, He is also quite easy to enrage as any offhand disrespectful comment about his family or especially his sister will do to him often prompting an unsavory response, Hank is also by far completely too honest a horrible trait for a thief but he will never directly lie, he may avoid the truth but he will never be untruthful.

Character Goals/Motivations: Hank wants to protect his new family and to better himself by any means seeking more power if he can get it, being better than others is always his main want

Bio: Hank was the third child born to a wealthy Oil Barron in the American territories, he lived most of his very early life in luxury and ease with his twin sister, the one person he seemed to get along with the most. The two were almost inseparable, they would always get into trouble with each other and be found together, but one day when they were playing out in the wood on the estate, a pillar of smoke came over the treeline. Their Home had been burned down and at the impressionable age of 9 they were taken in by the group of outlaws who had burned down the house, Hank grew up fast learning how to out scoundrel the scoundrels, which he had to do if he wanted his sister to remain 'comfortable'. At 11 he had all the makings of a fine con artist and pickpocket often loosening some wallets to help pay to secure his sister's survival, though blackmailed into the work he very soon found it quite enjoyable, he would even begin to swindle and steal from the group of bandits he found himself in. Often he would justify this with a thought "Those too weak or gullible to let themselves be taken advantage of, deserve what they get." this thought process would drive him as he grew from a mere thief into a full blown murderer. The toll for the safety of his sister grew larger and larger with each passing year until he was robbing stage coaches and trains for the funds to keep her safe he liked the work but he knew more and more that he had to get his sister out of what she was in because it was only a matter of time. So when he was 16 and a good enough gunslinger he stole his sister from the leader of their gang slitting his throat and slipping into the night with his twin.

Able to find stable work as a ranch hand and cattle herder, Hank had secured a secure line of work and he was good at it, he would do his job the best of any hand and it only took a year or so to become the head of the ranch hands. He would still on occasion deal out some scams and take men's fortunes, he never shy'd away from a fight in these times but made sure to keep it clean as he didn't want anyone to find him. Making a sizable amount of money for himself and helping out his sister and giving them both a comfortable life, for years it would be this routine, and it would be a lie to say that sometimes Hank did not dream of some of times he was robbing folks of their money and shooting anyone who had challenged him. But it was too late for him to go back to that time, especially since he had to take care of his sister as she was pregnant. But 8 months into her pregnancy a member of his former gang shot and killed his sister, Hank went into a rage breaking all of the man's bones before putting him down. Over the next year he tracked down the gang killing them off one by one until he came upon them hiding in a town, unable to control his rage he slaughtered everyone, not only in the gang but also in the town. On the run from the law Hank spent the next year and a half Gambling, Killing, Stealing, Whoring and being a general miscreant, after a while it wasn't long until the law found his trail and began to chase him, knowing that he had nowhere else to go he made for the coast in hopes to catch a boat to a new land. Unfortunately by the time he made it to Maryland he was surrounded, fleeing to a small town in a valley, Fortunately before the law could find him an alluring woman did and changed his death forever.

Hank spent most of his time gathering loot, blood, and protecting his new brothers and sisters, fortunately he found himself a new gang not out of blackmail but instead this time out of a want to do so. His skills came in handy over the years helping him and his new extended family who he seemed to actually regard as much thinking of them almost as the replacement of his old one, but he never could replace his sister and he always seemed to be a bit lonely and sad regardless. Hank was never one to shy away from most questions about his past save for ones about his sister, he would tell anything of his horrendous crimes in an almost proud tone, but any questions about his sister would be met with the same response: "I'm the sole bearer of Rose's memory and I'll forever be". He has been known to get in a couple of fights with other vampires over trivial comments said about her to rouse him besides that he seemed mostly to keep to himself slowly becoming more and more social and public.


Character Theme Song:

 

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[div class=tag] gender:[/div]Male

[div class=tag] physical age:[/div]19

[div class=tag] sexuality:[/div]Bisexual



[div class=tag] real age:[/div]Mid-400s [Stopped Counting]

[div class=tag] lineage:[/div]Le Morte

[div class=tag] origin:[/div]France

[div class=tag] faction:[/div]The Configuration - The Dygarian Family



[div class=tag] height:[/div]185cm | 6'2"

[div class=tag] weight:[/div]73kg | 161lbs

[div class=tag] body type:[/div]Lean & toned; a fighter's figure

[div class=tag] faceclaim:[/div]Lucky Blue Smith [/div][/div] [/div] [/div] [div class="pic1 pic11"][/div] [div class="pic1 pic12"][/div] [div class="num num1"]1.[/div] [/div] [div class="tabsContent tabsContent2" style="display: none;"] [div class="accent accent21"][/div] [div class="accent accent22"][/div] [div class=header2]persona.[/div] [div class="pic2 pic21"][/div] [div class="pic2 pic22"][/div] [div class="num num2"]2.[/div] [div class=text2cont][div class="text text2"] [div class=tag]personality[/div] Strikingly normal. At least, as such in comparison to his fellow centuries-old immortals. Charles carries none of the rumbling violence or suffocating angst in his aura, no trace of seething hatred for the world or a desire to conquer it, no sense of foreboding that makes it impossible for the normal man to get close.

Armed with a quiet elegance in his demeanor, subtle yet sharp humor and that unfailing, slight smile on his lips, Charles could even be said to be both an inviting and welcomed presence. An adept conversationalist regardless of topic or companion, he is a figure that fits in wherever he goes, only extraordinary in that he is quite charming. A polite, clever and, most importantly, very clearly sane young man — that is the general image he projects to most who come across him.

And it is precisely his apparent sanity that makes Charles so dangerous. For a vassal so corroded by vile things throughout its lifetime to still seemingly hold together so well implies that it is either tougher than imaginable or not as polished as it looks. Charles is both. The things he has experienced throughout his life has twisted him into a ruthless, cruel and, at times, sadistic being — but also blessed him with the ability to remain ever blasé, so unaffected by anything it delves into depths of apathy beyond human capability.

That is not to say Charles is like a marble statue, unfeeling and devoid of life. Not at all. He smiles as he interacts with the world; not because he loves it but because he is so amused by the suffering, the stupidity, the ridiculousness contained within it. He often gets intrigued by the smallest things or the simplest people for unfathomable reasons but loses his interest just as easily.

Only those who have garnered his respect or, alternatively, fear are able to draw out genuine solemnity in Charles when they speak to him. These figures, however, are rare and few; in his many, many years of life, their numbers can be counted on one hand. Love is an even further away emotion for Charles, who has never had more affection for anyone beyond what one might feel for a favorite toy... at least, not since he joined the Configuration.

[div class=tag]strengths[/div]

• Vampiric Powers: Whether it's senses, miasma or just simple physical condition, Charles has rarely lost in terms of power since he was perhaps a century old. His regeneration, especially, is a hell of a sight to behold. While those not in the know think his strength a mystery or a talent, it actually comes mostly from the tradition his old clan carried out: eating hearts.

• Adaptability: This is indisputably his greatest talent and the very reason he still lives to this day. No matter what place, time or situation he is thrown into, Charles will find a way to turn it to his advantage. He is never fixated on any perceived rules or principals, choosing his path only based on whatever suits his needs best.

• Beguiling: Charles has always been an eye-catching figure, even when he was merely human. Even better, he was frozen at the peak of youthful attractiveness. Time has taught him to utilize this well, so much so that this particular form of deception is now as natural as breathing to him.

• Languages: Charles knows how to speak more languages than most modern youth can probably name. Comes with being ancient and bored.

• Chess, violin, painting, wine-tasting, etc. : As mentioned above, Charles is ancient. This has left him with plenty of time to learn many arts... though he's never been patient enough to become what one might call a master at nearly as many. Still, the sheer number of arts he's dipped his toes into is impressive in and of itself. His latest pursuance is in coffee-making.

[div class=tag]weaknesses[/div]

• Over-The-Top Nonchalance: Charles can sometimes care far too little about his surroundings, allowing small problems to manifest and grow and destroy the things around him. While he, himself, doesn't see this as an issue, it's not hard to imagine why this is frequently a serious one.

• Restlessness: It is easy to think that this would be no problem for him, considering his otherwise composed demeanor. But when left with nothing to do for too long, he has the habit of indulging his more... vicious sides. To avoid getting into trouble for this, Charles avoids boredom like the plague.

• Isolation: Charles has extensive connections in the society of vampires and interacts with the human world much more than most of his kind... yet, he has only ever held one other soul truly close to his heart. That soul has left the world and he has since been unable to let anyone replace it.

• Vindictive Tendency: Charles is not easy to anger. In fact, one would have to go to great lengths to well and truly piss him off, for he would dismiss any lesser effort. If you do manage the feat, however, then congratulations on landing an enemy that won't rest until he has your head displayed in a glass cage somewhere.

• Craving For Hearts: While he knows well that it is a forbidden fruit, Charles occasionally indulges in it, anyway. It is an addiction that, when ignored, brings about an even more intense hunger than blood ever can... perhaps the reason why it is so forbidden in the first place.

[div class=tag]Motivations[/div]

• To find something or someone that can really captivate him and save him from the constant run from boredom. The need to fight for survival hadn't been a factor for Charles in a long time and his mindless, human desire to live has faded. Without any purpose, he may well soon just find some way to die.

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Charles-Antoni Le Morte is a member of the otherwise extinct Le Morte Family, a clan that rose to prominence in France and throughout Europe during the Medieval Period. Before their untimely downfall in the late 1600s, they were known for their unnatural strength and brutal, vicious practices. Their most suspicious trait was their disappearing Fledglings: though they seemed to constantly reap new members, the actual Family remained a small, select group of their most powerful. The Le Morte Family had shed enough blood in both worlds to flood an ocean and had been quickly approaching a state of invincibility until the Configuration interfered. They say if that war had happened any later, history would have been much different, considering the chokehold that Le Morte had over European politics.

Charles joined the Configuration as their representative of sorts on the European front right after the massacre of his clan, though nobody but those present back then really know why or how. He has since been travelling the world on behalf of the Configuration, though in more recent years he's settled pretty firmly in the Valley. Rumors are that he is a fearsome fighter, though anybody too young to have seen Mozart live is unlikely to have seen Charles fight seriously either. It is even more impossible to recognize him as one of the most senior of the Configuration with his common and often relaxed interactions with the newer generations of Fledglings. Despite his apparent inclination toward humans, however, he has never made "children" of his own.

[div class=tag]history[/div]
chapter one - dark streets : A pretty young maid beloved by her employer, with no intention of throwing it all away by bothering the lord with a child, abandons her baby on a doorstep in the impoverished edge of the city. Leaving a card with his name written in touching cursive — Charles-Antoni, it claimed, an impulsive attempt to leave him with some of the aristocracy of his father — she bides him farewell and good luck. But her well wishes were doomed to be futile; the rare child that survives in that town unfailingly becomes as dark and twisted as its alleys... and, at times, even darker.

Passed from one incapable guardian to another until there was nowhere left for him but the streets, Charles grew up cold and, most of the time, starving. From the moment he could walk and talk, Charles roamed the neighborhood, running errands for anyone who took enough pity on him to pay him for it, stealing whenever the right opportunity presented itself and sleeping in hidden, dirty corners. Relying on his sharp wit and quick feet, he miraculously managed to avoid much of the perils of his surroundings... for a time.

When his luck finally ran out, Charles was spotted one day by a gang while venturing down an unfamiliar street. Les Demente, they called themselves, and were the biggest, baddest and nastiest of them all. Forcibly recruited at the too-young age of twelve, with nothing else to offer but his own body, Charles began to sell himself. Men, women, young, old... the people who bought him came in all shapes and sizes. The one thing they had in common, however, was their desire for a disposable toy. A thing they could tear apart to their hearts content then just leave behind, without a concern for how they'd broken it. And Charles was a popular choice, unfortunately, for the beautiful curse of a face his mother left him with.

In order to reduce the hellishness of his own situation, Charles threw away any dignity or morality he might have had left to get closer to certain members of the gang. Slowly but surely, he slipped into the inner circles of the group, saving himself much pain but in the process causing even more to others. He quickly lost grip of what it meant to feel compassion or pity as he embroiled himself deep into the vileness of his world. From luring naive souls into drug dens to trapping unsuspecting clients to be robbed or killed, Charles had gotten himself involved in the worst of street crimes by the time he was barely even out of his childhood. Needless to say that, even back then, he had been instilled with the understanding that human life is a commodity & its price was determined by how much power one possessed.

chapter two - memphisto : It was around the time he began working with the gang that Charles met the enigma called Memphisto Le Morte. A handsome stranger with all the properness and elegance of a nobleman but also an intense, bloodthirsty aura that lingered. The kind of aura that screamed at Charles to run away, much louder than even the most terrifying members of the gang. He couldn't help but stare from across the street, long enough to be caught looking like an idiot. He had been ready to see disgust in the man's gaze... but instead saw amusement and what felt like beckoning. Uncharacteristically hesitant, Charles had approached him with a facade of nonchalance. And there started an odd relationship.

The man, introducing himself as Memphisto, paid Charles for his time. Usually, this meant something else entirely. But with the odd gentleman, it really meant just what he said. A little bit of his time, in exchange for enough money to buy twenty of him each meeting, during which the man would ask him questions about the area like he'd come from somewhere far away (though his accent was clearly local) and give him cryptic words to mull over.

You really would be stunning, the man would say without ever continuing with the implied if. His favorite line was: it's too bad you're not ripe yet, always accompanied with a glint in his crimson-tinted eyes. Why? For what? Charles could never pry those answers out of the enigmatic man.

Memphisto appeared and disappeared from Charles's life in spasms, at times coming weekly and other times vanishing wordlessly for months. Yet, they quickly developed something of a friendship. Or, rather, it was that on Charles's side. For Memphisto, he was pretty sure he'd been something like a stray kitten to occasionally play with. Even so, he hardly cared. As he got increasingly involved in the gang's, his liaisons with Memphisto became the only time he ever felt relaxed. A stupid thought, considering that the mysterious man was clearly of a wicked sort, but Charles clung to it like any lost boy would.

chapter three - the heart eaters : Charles was 19 years old when he died. Choking on his own blood in a hidden dead-end, white specks overtaking his vision, the last of his life slowly, painfully slipped out him. The knife lodged in his lower torso was the result of an insignificant crime, what should have been simply yet another one, gone horribly wrong. He had tried his best to crawl his way onto the streets, where there was a silver more of a hope to get aid, but all his efforts resulted in were the tragic, bloody markings of his nails digging into hard ground.

It was at that moment that the Reaper, or so he assumed, came to him, looking awfully familiar. He'd begged the figure to save him, shedding his final tears in vain, as he grasped at their feet. But he was told that he couldn't be saved. That there was no heaven for people like him. And, as despair finally overwhelmed his will to live, the shadowy entity whispered, so softly it hurt, I think, darling, you would fare much better down in Hell with me.

At the sound of those words, Charles glanced up at the smiling face of Memphisto with a sudden clarity and strength as he dragged himself upwards, grasping at the lapels of the man's jackets like a desperate beast. The last thing his senses could register before his misery finally ended just seconds later was: "It's just too bad you're not as ripe as I wanted."

With that, Charles the street rat, a story as much of a tragic victim as a menace to society, ended, with nobody around to remember it... and days later, when blue eyes flickered open in a gothic castle nestled in the woods, Charles-Antoni Le Morte began.

He soon learnt much about what kind of "Hell" he'd signed up for. A hell where terrifying & immortal creatures fought to the death like animals, for the entertainment of those at the apex, under the guise of strengthening the clan. The winner was allowed to consume the loser's heart and, apparently, this made them stronger. And they were to continue this cycle — fighting, killing, eating — until they were finally strong enough to stand on the side of the Elders who watched them... or get killed by their own audience, if one decides that the poor new Fledgling's heart enticed them so.

Charles, however, had a striking advantage: the Family head's favor. His new "father" never helped him in fights, no, but he did choose his opponents. And when he went into the arena, Memphisto would call it a "feeding", like there was no doubt of his victory. And, though sometimes it was a close match, win he did.

Memphisto was a Forebear, he soon learnt, with the ability to see & touch physical manifestations of what one might call souls. For whatever reason, the man rather liked his. Especially in the moments after Charles killed. He still recalled the first time he won a fight; the feeling of biting out someone's throat, crushing their ribs and, finally, digging out an organ from their chest. He had stood there, drenched in blood, not just a little traumatized by his own actions. Memphisto had come to him and put a hand against his cheek so softly he could almost forget he was filthy. Gorgeous, the man had laughed, just as I expected.

Memphisto's love was more for his own choice of a descendant more than the descendant himself — Charles was well aware of this. Yet, for the sake of the man's fleeting adoration, he threw himself into the fights, asking for more even when he didn't have to go in. Much to the disagreement and envy of his so-called seniors, Memphisto indulged his requests. Cannibalizing heart after heart, Charles blew through ranks to be a force to be reckoned with amidst the Le Morte Family.

As Charles grew in strength, his position by Memphisto's side also became more solid. It was apparent in the eyes of the entire Family, he was a rising threat to the established hierarchy, particularly the leader's unofficial right-hand man, Jean. Behind closed doors, he was even more literally a homewrecker, hoarding Memphisto's affection — both physical and otherwise — and keeping him away from his original lover, Camille, the only other Forebear in their clan.

He was hated by a significant portion of the Family for what many thought was undeserved power and status. However, at a time when their clan was in war after war over control of France, the strong were destined to be prized. Thanks to that, Charles escaped much of the opposition he would have gotten otherwise. Not that he would have cared either way. All he cared about was his so-called father, a man for whom his reliance had quickly escalated into an unstoppable, obsessive love in the time that they spent together.

chapter four - betrayal : A little more than a century after he was turned, the Le Morte Family had finally risen to become the true authority of France and its neighboring territories. They were set on the entirety of Europe next or, at least, Memphisto was. Camille, on the other hand, was wary of retaliation from the Crown and their allies. She was entirely content with continuing to indulge in debauchery and brutality in their areas they now controlled. The disagreement between them only worsened over time, devolving into a complete divide into two factions.

Even so, as a clan with many enemies eyeing them, their internal fights remained verbal and secret. Assuming that this would continue to be the case for a long while, Charles left the country to communicate with other clans, as had become one of his main duties. All went well on his trip and he returned, just as always, to the castle... to find Camille on the leader's seat, with Jean standing smugly by her side.

She had thrown Memphisto's treasured ring to his feet and laughed at his speechless reaction. The despair that Charles felt in that moment was indescribable; the searing pain that brough him to his knees, the anguish that left his lips in an animalistic cry. Forgive me, Charles-Antoni, but I'll be the one to have his heart this time, she'd told him. Camille was an arrogant woman. She let Charles live, as if to prove that a mere youngling like him could be no threat to her. That he was hers to toy with, now that Memphisto was gone. And she was right. He had wanted to scream and tear the room down, to pull off limb after limb from the traitors until they begged for mercy... but he could only seethe and leave the room. She had the Family. He only had himself left.

But, of course, Charles had never been one to let go. Not to his life, not to his lover and not to his revenge. When he had returned, he had intended to report that they had a new enemy. An allied clan had given him a warning that a sect called The Configuration, one under the powerful Ajaxius Dygarian, also looking into the Le Morte. Now that he had no reason to relay that warning, he thought, he might as well use it for himself. Quietly, he left the country — assumed by Camille to have fled. Then, he approached Dygarian with a deal: he would give any information or aid they needed to take down Le Morte and, in exchange, he would get to deal with Camille and Jean as he pleased.

With the loss of Memphisto and much of his faction, as well as the shaky loyalty of much of their allies, it wasn't as difficult as many outsiders may have thought to take the Family down. Charles, of course, ate Jean's heart with much relish... but Camille — her fate wasn't as easy. With his revenge completed, Charles joined the Configuration. And that's exactly where's he been ever since, twisted, empty and controlled by desires he can't have fulfilled.

[div class=tag]family[/div]None left.

[div class=tag]education[/div]According to his official records, a high school diploma from the prestigious Rosewood Private Academy.

[div class=tag]occupation[/div]A barista at a small cafe — isn't at all in need of money, he does it simply for the kicks.

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- Memphisto Le Morte: the one person Charles could truly claim to have cared for. What Memphisto felt for Charles was never made clear — the man always treated him like an actual son yet took him to bed ever so naturally. Yet, messed up and likely one-sided as his love may have been, it's undeniable that it was real. Memphisto's death destroyed the last of Charles's humanity.

- Camille Pietra: if Memphisto is Charles's one love then Camille is the only one he truly hates; as can be seen clearly from her detached head sealed away in a glass cage like a decoration in his room, thousands of miles away from where her body is buried. Her mark on him is possibly even deeper than Memphisto in that it still affects him to this day. Any woman with the bad luck to resemble Camille even a little bit and come across Charles is doomed to be toyed with then suffer a painful death at his hands. [/div][/div] [/div] [div class=tabflex] [div class=tab]0[/div] [div class=tab]1[/div] [div class=tab]2[/div] [div class=tab]3[/div] [div class=tab]4[/div] [/div] [/div][div class=credit]code by [COLOR=#dedede]sox[/COLOR][/div]

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[div class=tag] name:[/div]Charles-Antoni Le Morte

[div class=tag] gender:[/div]Male

[div class=tag] physical age:[/div]19

[div class=tag] sexuality:[/div]Bisexual

[div class=tag] real age:[/div]Mid-400s [Stopped Counting]

[div class=tag] lineage:[/div]Le Morte


[div class=tag]personality[/div] Strikingly normal. At least, as such in comparison to his fellow centuries-old immortals. Charles carries none of the rumbling violence or suffocating angst in his aura, no trace of seething hatred for the world or a desire to conquer it, no sense of foreboding that makes it impossible for the normal man to get close.


Armed with a quiet elegance in his demeanor, subtle yet sharp humor and that unfailing, slight smile on his lips, Charles could even be said to be both an inviting and welcomed presence. An adept conversationalist regardless of topic or companion, he is a figure that fits in wherever he goes, only extraordinary in that he is quite charming. A polite, clever and, most importantly, very clearly sane young man — that is the general image he projects to most who come across him.


And it is precisely his apparent sanity that makes Charles so dangerous. For a vassal so corroded by vile things throughout its lifetime to still seemingly hold together so well implies that it is either tougher than imaginable or not as polished as it looks. Charles is both. The things he has experienced throughout his life has twisted him into a ruthless, cruel and, at times, sadistic being — but also blessed him with the ability to remain ever blasé, so unaffected by anything it delves into depths of apathy beyond human capability.


That is not to say Charles is like a marble statue, unfeeling and devoid of life. Not at all. He smiles as he interacts with the world; not because he loves it but because he is so amused by the suffering, the stupidity, the ridiculousness contained within it. He often gets intrigued by the smallest things or the simplest people for unfathomable reasons but loses his interest just as easily.


Only those who have garnered his respect or, alternatively, fear are able to draw out genuine solemnity in Charles when they speak to him. These figures, however, are rare and few; in his many, many years of life, their numbers can be counted on one hand. Love is an even further away emotion for Charles, who has never had more affection for anyone beyond what one might feel for a favorite toy... at least, not since he joined the Configuration.


[div class=tag]strengths[/div]

• Vampiric Powers: Whether it's senses, miasma or just simple physical condition, Charles has rarely lost in terms of power since he was perhaps a century old. His regeneration, especially, is a hell of a sight to behold. While those not in the know think his strength a mystery or a talent, it actually comes mostly from the tradition his old clan carried out: eating hearts.

• Adaptability: This is indisputably his greatest talent and the very reason he still lives to this day. No matter what place, time or situation he is thrown into, Charles will find a way to turn it to his advantage. He is never fixated on any perceived rules or principals, choosing his path only based on whatever suits his needs best.

• Beguiling: Charles has always been an eye-catching figure, even when he was merely human. Even better, he was frozen at the peak of youthful attractiveness. Time has taught him to utilize this well, so much so that this particular form of deception is now as natural as breathing to him.

• Languages: Charles knows how to speak more languages than most modern youth can probably name. Comes with being ancient and bored.

• Chess, violin, painting, wine-tasting, etc. : As mentioned above, Charles is ancient. This has left him with plenty of time to learn many arts... though he's never been patient enough to become what one might call a master at nearly as many. Still, the sheer number of arts he's dipped his toes into is impressive in and of itself. His latest pursuance is in coffee-making.

[div class=tag]weaknesses[/div]

• Over-The-Top Nonchalance: Charles can sometimes care far too little about his surroundings, allowing small problems to manifest and grow and destroy the things around him. While he, himself, doesn't see this as an issue, it's not hard to imagine why this is frequently a serious one.

• Restlessness: It is easy to think that this would be no problem for him, considering his otherwise composed demeanor. But when left with nothing to do for too long, he has the habit of indulging his more... vicious sides. To avoid getting into trouble for this, Charles avoids boredom like the plague.

• Isolation: Charles has extensive connections in the society of vampires and interacts with the human world much more than most of his kind... yet, he has only ever held one other soul truly close to his heart. That soul has left the world and he has since been unable to let anyone replace it.

• Vindictive Tendency: Charles is not easy to anger. In fact, one would have to go to great lengths to well and truly piss him off, for he would dismiss any lesser effort. If you do manage the feat, however, then congratulations on landing an enemy that won't rest until he has your head displayed in a glass cage somewhere.

• Craving For Hearts: While he knows well that it is a forbidden fruit, Charles occasionally indulges in it, anyway. It is an addiction that, when ignored, brings about an even more intense hunger than blood ever can... perhaps the reason why it is so forbidden in the first place.

[div class=tag]Motivations[/div]

• To find something or someone that can really captivate him and save him from the constant run from boredom. The need to fight for survival hadn't been a factor for Charles in a long time and his mindless, human desire to live has faded. Without any purpose, he may well soon just find some way to die.

[div class=tag]brief background[/div]


Charles-Antoni Le Morte is a member of the otherwise extinct Le Morte Family, a clan that rose to prominence in France and throughout Europe during the Medieval Period. Before their untimely downfall in the late 1600s, they were known for their unnatural strength and brutal, vicious practices. Their most suspicious trait was their disappearing Fledglings: though they seemed to constantly reap new members, the actual Family remained a small, select group of their most powerful. The Le Morte Family had shed enough blood in both worlds to flood an ocean and had been quickly approaching a state of invincibility until the Configuration interfered. They say if that war had happened any later, history would have been much different, considering the chokehold that Le Morte had over European politics.


Charles joined the Configuration as their representative of sorts on the European front right after the massacre of his clan, though nobody but those present back then really know why or how. He has since been travelling the world on behalf of the Configuration, though in more recent years he's settled pretty firmly in the Valley. Rumors are that he is a fearsome fighter, though anybody too young to have seen Mozart live is unlikely to have seen Charles fight seriously either. It is even more impossible to recognize him as one of the most senior of the Configuration with his common and often relaxed interactions with the newer generations of Fledglings. Despite his apparent inclination toward humans, however, he has never made "children" of his own.


[div class=tag]history[/div]


chapter one - dark streets : A pretty young maid beloved by her employer, with no intention of throwing it all away by bothering the lord with a child, abandons her baby on a doorstep in the impoverished edge of the city. Leaving a card with his name written in touching cursive — Charles-Antoni, it claimed, an impulsive attempt to leave him with some of the aristocracy of his father — she bides him farewell and good luck. But her well wishes were doomed to be futile; the rare child that survives in that town unfailingly becomes as dark and twisted as its alleys... and, at times, even darker.


Passed from one incapable guardian to another until there was nowhere left for him but the streets, Charles grew up cold and, most of the time, starving. From the moment he could walk and talk, Charles roamed the neighborhood, running errands for anyone who took enough pity on him to pay him for it, stealing whenever the right opportunity presented itself and sleeping in hidden, dirty corners. Relying on his sharp wit and quick feet, he miraculously managed to avoid much of the perils of his surroundings... for a time.


When his luck finally ran out, Charles was spotted one day by a gang while venturing down an unfamiliar street. Les Demente, they called themselves, and were the biggest, baddest and nastiest of them all. Forcibly recruited at the too-young age of twelve, with nothing else to offer but his own body, Charles began to sell himself. Men, women, young, old... the people who bought him came in all shapes and sizes. The one thing they had in common, however, was their desire for a disposable toy. A thing they could tear apart to their hearts content then just leave behind, without a concern for how they'd broken it. And Charles was a popular choice, unfortunately, for the beautiful curse of a face his mother left him with.


In order to reduce the hellishness of his own situation, Charles threw away any dignity or morality he might have had left to get closer to certain members of the gang. Slowly but surely, he slipped into the inner circles of the group, saving himself much pain but in the process causing even more to others. He quickly lost grip of what it meant to feel compassion or pity as he embroiled himself deep into the vileness of his world. From luring naive souls into drug dens to trapping unsuspecting clients to be robbed or killed, Charles had gotten himself involved in the worst of street crimes by the time he was barely even out of his childhood. Needless to say that, even back then, he had been instilled with the understanding that human life is a commodity & its price was determined by how much power one possessed.


chapter two - memphisto : It was around the time he began working with the gang that Charles met the enigma called Memphisto Le Morte. A handsome stranger with all the properness and elegance of a nobleman but also an intense, bloodthirsty aura that lingered. The kind of aura that screamed at Charles to run away, much louder than even the most terrifying members of the gang. He couldn't help but stare from across the street, long enough to be caught looking like an idiot. He had been ready to see disgust in the man's gaze... but instead saw amusement and what felt like beckoning. Uncharacteristically hesitant, Charles had approached him with a facade of nonchalance. And there started an odd relationship.


The man, introducing himself as Memphisto, paid Charles for his time. Usually, this meant something else entirely. But with the odd gentleman, it really meant just what he said. A little bit of his time, in exchange for enough money to buy twenty of him each meeting, during which the man would ask him questions about the area like he'd come from somewhere far away (though his accent was clearly local) and give him cryptic words to mull over.


You really would be stunning, the man would say without ever continuing with the implied if. His favorite line was: it's too bad you're not ripe yet, always accompanied with a glint in his crimson-tinted eyes. Why? For what? Charles could never pry those answers out of the enigmatic man.


Memphisto appeared and disappeared from Charles's life in spasms, at times coming weekly and other times vanishing wordlessly for months. Yet, they quickly developed something of a friendship. Or, rather, it was that on Charles's side. For Memphisto, he was pretty sure he'd been something like a stray kitten to occasionally play with. Even so, he hardly cared. As he got increasingly involved in the gang's, his liaisons with Memphisto became the only time he ever felt relaxed. A stupid thought, considering that the mysterious man was clearly of a wicked sort, but Charles clung to it like any lost boy would.


chapter three - the heart eaters : Charles was 19 years old when he died. Choking on his own blood in a hidden dead-end, white specks overtaking his vision, the last of his life slowly, painfully slipped out him. The knife lodged in his lower torso was the result of an insignificant crime, what should have been simply yet another one, gone horribly wrong. He had tried his best to crawl his way onto the streets, where there was a silver more of a hope to get aid, but all his efforts resulted in were the tragic, bloody markings of his nails digging into hard ground.


It was at that moment that the Reaper, or so he assumed, came to him, looking awfully familiar. He'd begged the figure to save him, shedding his final tears in vain, as he grasped at their feet. But he was told that he couldn't be saved. That there was no heaven for people like him. And, as despair finally overwhelmed his will to live, the shadowy entity whispered, so softly it hurt, I think, darling, you would fare much better down in Hell with me.


At the sound of those words, Charles glanced up at the smiling face of Memphisto with a sudden clarity and strength as he dragged himself upwards, grasping at the lapels of the man's jackets like a desperate beast. The last thing his senses could register before his misery finally ended just seconds later was: "It's just too bad you're not as ripe as I wanted."


With that, Charles the street rat, a story as much of a tragic victim as a menace to society, ended, with nobody around to remember it... and days later, when blue eyes flickered open in a gothic castle nestled in the woods, Charles-Antoni Le Morte began.


He soon learnt much about what kind of "Hell" he'd signed up for. A hell where terrifying & immortal creatures fought to the death like animals, for the entertainment of those at the apex, under the guise of strengthening the clan. The winner was allowed to consume the loser's heart and, apparently, this made them stronger. And they were to continue this cycle — fighting, killing, eating — until they were finally strong enough to stand on the side of the Elders who watched them... or get killed by their own audience, if one decides that the poor new Fledgling's heart enticed them so.


Charles, however, had a striking advantage: the Family head's favor. His new "father" never helped him in fights, no, but he did choose his opponents. And when he went into the arena, Memphisto would call it a "feeding", like there was no doubt of his victory. And, though sometimes it was a close match, win he did.


Memphisto was a Forebear, he soon learnt, with the ability to see & touch physical manifestations of what one might call souls. For whatever reason, the man rather liked his. Especially in the moments after Charles killed. He still recalled the first time he won a fight; the feeling of biting out someone's throat, crushing their ribs and, finally, digging out an organ from their chest. He had stood there, drenched in blood, not just a little traumatized by his own actions. Memphisto had come to him and put a hand against his cheek so softly he could almost forget he was filthy. Gorgeous, the man had laughed, just as I expected.


Memphisto's love was more for his own choice of a descendant more than the descendant himself — Charles was well aware of this. Yet, for the sake of the man's fleeting adoration, he threw himself into the fights, asking for more even when he didn't have to go in. Much to the disagreement and envy of his so-called seniors, Memphisto indulged his requests. Cannibalizing heart after heart, Charles blew through ranks to be a force to be reckoned with amidst the Le Morte Family.


As Charles grew in strength, his position by Memphisto's side also became more solid. It was apparent in the eyes of the entire Family, he was a rising threat to the established hierarchy, particularly the leader's unofficial right-hand man, Jean. Behind closed doors, he was even more literally a homewrecker, hoarding Memphisto's affection — both physical and otherwise — and keeping him away from his original lover, Camille, the only other Forebear in their clan.


He was hated by a significant portion of the Family for what many thought was undeserved power and status. However, at a time when their clan was in war after war over control of France, the strong were destined to be prized. Thanks to that, Charles escaped much of the opposition he would have gotten otherwise. Not that he would have cared either way. All he cared about was his so-called father, a man for whom his reliance had quickly escalated into an unstoppable, obsessive love in the time that they spent together.


chapter four - betrayal : A little more than a century after he was turned, the Le Morte Family had finally risen to become the true authority of France and its neighboring territories. They were set on the entirety of Europe next or, at least, Memphisto was. Camille, on the other hand, was wary of retaliation from the Crown and their allies. She was entirely content with continuing to indulge in debauchery and brutality in their areas they now controlled. The disagreement between them only worsened over time, devolving into a complete divide into two factions.


Even so, as a clan with many enemies eyeing them, their internal fights remained verbal and secret. Assuming that this would continue to be the case for a long while, Charles left the country to communicate with other clans, as had become one of his main duties. All went well on his trip and he returned, just as always, to the castle... to find Camille on the leader's seat, with Jean standing smugly by her side.


She had thrown Memphisto's treasured ring to his feet and laughed at his speechless reaction. The despair that Charles felt in that moment was indescribable; the searing pain that brough him to his knees, the anguish that left his lips in an animalistic cry. Forgive me, Charles-Antoni, but I'll be the one to have his heart this time, she'd told him. Camille was an arrogant woman. She let Charles live, as if to prove that a mere youngling like him could be no threat to her. That he was hers to toy with, now that Memphisto was gone. And she was right. He had wanted to scream and tear the room down, to pull off limb after limb from the traitors until they begged for mercy... but he could only seethe and leave the room. She had the Family. He only had himself left.


But, of course, Charles had never been one to let go. Not to his life, not to his lover and not to his revenge. When he had returned, he had intended to report that they had a new enemy. An allied clan had given him a warning that a sect called The Configuration, one under the powerful Ajaxius Dygarian, also looking into the Le Morte. Now that he had no reason to relay that warning, he thought, he might as well use it for himself. Quietly, he left the country — assumed by Camille to have fled. Then, he approached Dygarian with a deal: he would give any information or aid they needed to take down Le Morte and, in exchange, he would get to deal with Camille and Jean as he pleased.


With the loss of Memphisto and much of his faction, as well as the shaky loyalty of much of their allies, it wasn't as difficult as many outsiders may have thought to take the Family down. With his revenge completed, Charles joined the Configuration. And that's exactly where's he been ever since, twisted, empty and controlled by desires he can't have fulfilled.


[div class=tag]family[/div]None left.


[div class=tag]education[/div]According to his official records, a high school diploma from the prestigious Rosewood Private Academy.


[div class=tag]occupation[/div]A barista at a small cafe — isn't at all in need of money, he does it simply for the kicks.


[div class=tagb]theme song[/div] Lacrimosa - Apashe


[div class=tagb]relationships[/div]
- Memphisto Le Morte: the one person Charles could truly claim to have cared for. What Memphisto felt for Charles was never made clear — the man always treated him like an actual son yet took him to bed ever so naturally. Yet, messed up and likely one-sided as his love may have been, it's undeniable that it was real. Memphisto's death destroyed the last of Charles's humanity.

- Camille Pietra: if Memphisto is Charles's one love then Camille is the only one he truly hates; as can be seen clearly from her detached head sealed away in a glass cage like a decoration in his room, thousands of miles away from where her body is buried. Her mark on him is possibly even deeper than Memphisto in that it still affects him to this day. Any woman with the bad luck to resemble Camille even a little bit and come across Charles is doomed to be toyed with then suffer a painful death at his hands.

 

[Remembrance]

Evander DolabellaAppearance:

Name: Evander Dolabella

Age: 22 (75)

Lineage: Manchester

Status: Fledgling

Personality:
Evander gives the impression that his general demeanor is cheerful, eccentric and sarcastic. Despite the surface impression, however, he is generally unassuming and is fairly self-deprecating. He has also confessed to being envious of other people. Nevertheless, he accepts these qualities to be repellent to other people, and thus he has gained a love for acting spontaneously. He likely believes he can not maintain friendships otherwise. Evander's mood is generally well kept, except when he feels his time has been wasted; then he becomes somewhat depressed, irascible and irritated. Contrary to his personality, he distances himself when people start getting too close, as he is obsessed with not becoming obsessed with anything.

Evander believes that he is unnatural, and is not fit to live, he often has remorse over his actions but deems necessary to fulfill his goals. Evander misses what once was and is rather sensitive to humanity and humility. He can typically be pacified by showing humility, by letting go of one's pride and showing their truest selves. He values truth over everything and all.

Skills/Strengths:
Evander is skilled in evasion, need to get away; he's your man. He also has a passion for artistry and painting, he prides himself on his ability to capture one's true self; to look past one's actions and appearance and reveal what's inside. Evander can be a rather convincing person, which has allowed him to talk his way through problematic situations, though, he will never convince someone with empty lies or falsehoods. Evander has a barbaric way of fighting, utilizing anything he can grab to beat down his enemy. He's a decent cook.

Character Flaws/Weaknesses:
Evander is trusting, he may value truth but he cannot tell truth from a lie or lie from truth. If he does not know the situation or what is fact, he cannot give good justification nor reasoning. Evander isn't well versed in the ways of fighting, he didn't exactly take any martial arts class and he can hardly perform a kick. Evander distances himself from people very often. Once he begins to feel close or well acquainted with a person, he ditches them and prefers they not know much of him and vice versa. Evander has a serious problem with sleeping and often paints what he considers his best at midnight.

Character Goals/Motivations:
To find a cure to his affliction

Biography:
Evander was originally born in Rome, Italy. He spent his childhood years studying as much as possible and being generally well treated by his mother and the many caretakers who took care of him when his family was abroad. Born into a rich family; the Dolabella's had a long history in Rome and they weren't about to give it up for anything. The years of being counsel members of Ancient Rome may have passed but his family still influenced many places; places of criminal activity. While the Dolabellas did live in the north, their power and influence bled into the south.

His family at the time were supporting the Sicilian Mafia, or as they were known by their members: Cosa Nostra. Around the age of 10, Evander was inducted into the mafia group, although not in any impactful way. If anything, he was a wannabe thug in primary school. Entering secondary school, he was officially a school bully. An accomplishment for Evander, sure. Rather, a joke to the existing members of the mafia. His father didn't take kindly to the meanderings and unsophisticated nature of the mafias. He threatened to stop contributing funds to the group and the threat did work, for a time.

Entering second grade in secondary school (writer's note: I do not understand Italian education so please be gentle to me if you do, this is all very big assumptions of translations and ideas, so take this all with a grain of salt although it doesn't matter much), Evander would bully students into giving up their lunches and money. However, Evander wanted more, he wanted to feel the rush of something that would contribute to something greater than him. Exiting secondary school with a, rather impressive track record of being suspended, Evander wasted no time including himself in official Cosa Nostra business. From tagging along to meetings to joining the aggressive assaults on police during the time.

At age 20, he was arrested for multiple accounts of assault, battery, and murder. No lawyer was willing to take his case, his father was fine with the mafia doing their deeds but murder was something he was not okay with, and thus; Evander was disowned.

Locked in a cell, with a sentence to be stuck there for life; with no chance of being released. Evander hated life in prison, it was restricting, boring, and a threat to Evander's pride. He was no longer the big fish in town, nor was he the medium fish. In comparison to other prisoners, he was a tadpole ready to be gulped up by one of the many sharks passing by. He was just a tadpole until he came in contact with a man who had a plan; a plan to escape the hellhole this prison was and free themselves to a place much larger than Italy; a land of true freedom. And all the man asked for in return was undying loyalty and unbridled respect for the woman who was to release them and bring them to the land of freedom. Evander accepted these conditions.

On one fateful day, a riot was incited and all mayhem broke loose. Evander and his ragtag group of escapees took this opportunity and took one of their many escape routes. Now on the streets of Italy, an unmarked black truck with a dust cover over its bed drove up to them. The men entered the back of the truck with haste. As each one entered, they found themselves not filled with a truck of men, instead, there was one woman already there as if she was waiting for them.

With each seat filled, more of the escapees grew wary of the woman's presence. She had a rather scary aura to her, perhaps it was her silent demeanor that shook the men the wrong way. As the truck started down the road, the woman began to speak. She had an almost motherly tone, something akin to how Evander's mother would talk.

"Now, if any of you are having second thoughts, I would encourage you to leave this truck immediately." She said.

The men looked at each other, they had formed a brotherly bond and they were not about to throw away. None of them moved from their seats, not one dared to shake their heads. "We are all fine." One man spoke. "We pledge our loyalty to you."

The woman seemed to form a grimace and said: "Then you will not mind what is about to happen."

The men looked at each other again, all rather confused. The truck hit a full stop and she ordered that they all exit the back of the truck. And so they did. They stood in an empty field, they were unaware of where they were or why they were here. As one of the escapees started a concern, each of their necks snapped.

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Evander awoke to a mess of screaming and yells. Evander found himself locked by wrist cuffs and chained to a wall. He wasn't himself and began to thrash about, trying his hardest to release himself from the cuffs and chains. And after what felt like an eternity in this state, he was released. Now in a much calmer state, the woman who had accompanied them in the truck embraced Evander's exhausted body. Her embrace was like nothing Evander had ever felt. It felt like true compassion, true love that he was feeling. It was an embrace he never thought he would long for.

He would follow this woman, who he now knew as Johanna Manchester to whatever place she was headed next. His loyalty was not forgotten and never unspoken. He would follow her to White Rabbit Valley and although he was against the reason she had moved there, he wouldn't voice his concerns, he had trust in his 'mothers' judgment.

Evander lives close by to his family, he works as an artist, painting rather abstract and surrealist paintings to sell or donate to museums or collectors. It's not a profitable business but he takes pleasure in one of his works being featured in his 'mothers' abode and only paints with the hope of more of his works being featured there. He has since ditched his delinquent ways, he has reflected on his past and considers himself more refined and acceptable in society.

However, Evander is growing tired of immortality and seeks a way to reverse his affliction, to return to humanity. He has begun to lose his loyalty and faith to his family.

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Evander has a collection of tattoos on his back and right arm.
He's ambidextrous.
He speaks with a watered-down Italian accent.
Evander has a love for the look of a ballroom and it's music.
He's assimilated himself into popular culture and knows how to make himself 'fashionable' in this period.​

 

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[div class=header] [div class=role]the cynical[/div] [div class=quote][div class=qemp]You[/div] may call it insanity.
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Agnes Darlington

❝ I'm the gift that keeps giving❞

[/div] [div class="tabs 1tab" style=display:none;][div class=req] [div class=reqiconb][div class=reqicon][/div][/div] [div class=reqbox1c][div class=scroll style=width:110%;] [div class=reqbox1] [div class=reqc style=margin-top:2px;] [div class=h1]name[/div] [div class=reqt1]Agnes Geneviève Darlington[/div] [/div] [div class=reqc] [div class=h1]age[/div] [div class=reqt1]Supposedly 20 years old, despite her baby-like features. She considers herself very young to any humans when, in reality, she is 110 years old. Her vampire age is 90. [/div] [/div] [div class=reqc] [div class=h1]gender[/div] [div class=reqt1]Female[/div] [/div] [div class=reqc] [div class=h1]sexuality[/div] [div class=reqt1]Bisexual[/div] [/div] [div class=reqc] [div class=h1]ethnicity[/div] [div class=reqt1]White[/div] [/div] [div class=reqc] [div class=h1]Place of Birth[/div] [div class=reqt1]London, England[/div] [/div] [div class=reqc] [div class=h1]Date of Birth[/div] [div class=reqt1]December 25th, 1910[/div] [/div] [div class=reqc] [div class=h1]Voice Claim[/div] [div class=reqt1]Emma Watson[/div] [/div] [/div] [/div][/div] [div class=reqbox2c][div class=scroll] [div class=reqbox2] [div class=reqc2 style=margin-top:0px;] [div class=h2]physique[/div] [div class=reqt2]Agnes has a small, petite frame; one could say her appearance is very much like a doll. She stands at 5’4” and weighs 115 lbs.[/div] [/div] [div class=reqc2] [div class=h2]hair colour[/div] [div class=reqt2]Straight, strawberry blonde hair with blunt bangs. [/div] [/div] [div class=reqc2] [div class=h2]hair styling[/div] [div class=reqt2]Agnes prefers her hair to be straight and left alone, thank you. She dislikes even the slightest curl to her hair, but on certain days she'd have her hair up in a messy bun. Do expect her to straighten it directly after. [/div] [/div] [div class=reqc2] [div class=h2]eye colour[/div] [div class=reqt2]A light, caramel brown hue[/div] [/div] [div class=reqc2] [div class=h2]dist. features[/div] [div class=reqt2]Porcelain white skin (that has a tendency to get red easily), a nonchalant resting-face, and long eyelashes. Overall, she looks very similar to a doll.[/div] [/div] [div class=reqc2] [div class=h2]style[/div] [div class=reqt2 style=white-space:nowrap;] [div class=style][/div] [div class=style][/div] [div class=style][/div] [div class=style][/div] [/div] [/div] [div class=reqc2] [div class=h2]faceclaim[/div] [div class=reqt2]Lisa Tebeneva[/div] [/div] [/div] [/div][/div] [/div][/div] [div class="tabs 2tab" style=display:none;] [div class=pers][div class=scroll] [div class=h3]virtues[/div] [div class=perst] + Meticulous + Rational + Fearless + Confident + Educated + Curious / Inquiring + Modest + Incisive + Determined [/div] [div class=h3]vices[/div] [div class=perst] - Temperamental - Blunt - Conceited - Insensitive - Demanding - Impatient - Arrogant - Picky - Over-critical [/div] [div class=h3]overall personality[/div] [div class=perst] Agnes is what many would call an egocentric, spoiled brat. She has a reason for her madness, since growing up around the wealthy was all she knew. Her perspective on life was shaped by that environment and many would say it changed for the worse. Yet Agnes denies any faults she may have, which ironically, is her fault. Though she may be over=critical of others, she never criticizes herself. In fact, she brushes off any constructive criticisms people give her. She sees it as a waste of time, why correct something that is already perfect? Everything about her is fine and if she thinks that way, then it is so. As one could tell, she is conceited to a great extent and overly confident in her decisions and opinions. In respondence to these criticisms, she replies with a certain bluntness that may come off as rude. Agnes has no filter when she speaks and often times her mouth works at a faster pace than her brain, leading to possible arguments and mishaps (also exemplifying her insensitive attitude when confronted with something emotional). Her behavior is dislikable in every way, she can be extremely quarrelsome and quick to bring attention to anything that irritates her. If given food, she will examine it to the point that it is ruined and then reject it directly after due to her fastidious and picky way of thinking. In other words, she’s very feline-like. The fact that she is fearless contributes to the possibility of problems arising as well and her inquiring nature has a tendency to get her in trouble. However, with all the flaws she may have, Agnes also has a more positive side to her, granted you catch her on a good day. If she finds herself in a stressful situation, she is rather calm and composed despite the panic around here. Her modesty and mature nature shines, and dare I say, she might even be polite at times? She is quick to make rational decisions and educated guesses and even quicker to inquire in the most outrageous of ways. Thought that may be a negative, given some circumstances, her curious attitude about her surroundings can be a benefit to her and her peers. In the most dangerous of times, Agnes is the most fearless---never afraid to challenge authority (unless her cooperation, or lack thereof respectively, meant something valuable in return or the cost of her life). She’s confident in her abilities (one could say a little too confident) and is trustworthy if someone were to confide in her. Alignment-wise, Agnes is lawful neutral. [/div] [div class=reqc2 style=margin-top:10px;] [div class=h2]Skills/Strengths[/div] [div class=reqt2] In her youth, Agnes’s ability to decipher codes (technology-wise as well), solve puzzles, and problem-solving skills was especially nurtured by her parents and personal tutor. She was gifted in those areas, and at present, is exceptional at solving riddles and any of the likes that requires logical explanations. After her sister’s death, she was able to pick up vital skills such as lock-picking and stealth. Now that she is a vampire, she uses her enhanced abilities to fly (or rather, float on the daily. As if her laziness couldn’t be emphasized even more) and become more aware of her surroundings (hence her enhanced senses). Though this may not be useful in survival, she has a niche for opera-singing (when she was young, her parents would take her and Ingrid to opera shows). In general, Agnes is a very fast learner and that can come in handy when confronted with the spontaneity of a situation or event. [/div] [/div] [div class=reqc2] [div class=h2]Flaws/Weaknesses[/div] [div class=reqt2]A major fault of Agnes is her inability to acknowledge any faults about her. She is very egotistic and truly believes there can be nothing wrong about her, because there isn’t (though, the legitimacy of the statement is very debatable). She is not the strongest vampire out there, and in fact is considered to be very weak when it comes to displays of strength; not only does she look like a doll, but she is fragile like one too. She can not swim, she absolutely despises water. Furthermore, busy work is something she hates with a burning passion as well. By assigning her an activity without any short- or long-term value to do, she will treat it like rubbish and see you as equally repulsive as well (for giving her such a useless task).[/div] [/div] [div class=reqc2] [div class=h2]Goals/Motivations[/div] [div class=reqt2]Though she keeps her ulterior motives very private, one overarching goal of hers is to uncover something worth uncovering. She wants something to prove her existence, a legacy if you will, and to get it, she is willing to put everything on the line. Not only that, but she wishes to break away from the Dygarian sect and live a life independent of a sect.[/div] [/div] [/div][/div] [/div] [div class="tabs 3tab" style=display:none;] [div class=history][div class=scroll] [div class=h3]history[/div] [div class=perst style=margin-bottom:5px;]Agnes, a traitor? Who would have thought? Agnes and her twin sister Ingrid was born on the night of December 25th 1910, having been born on such a holy day like Christmas, they were both given names suitable for such an occasion. Ingrid, meaning “beloved” or “beautiful” was characteristically true of her, as she was a beauty growing up and attracted the eyes of many potential suitors. Her sister “Agnes,” meaning ‘pure’ & ‘holy’ was a rather ironic name to give a girl fated to become the complete opposite. Yet, her parents had hoped to be raising a girl of modesty, the embodiment of rectitude. And they had every right to believe that Agnes would live up to her name’s meaning, though it was truly a waste of time. As the idea of being rich became more apparent in the lives of the twins, due to how they were increasingly-showered with gifts, high-quality clothes, etc.), Agnes became very nonchalant about being a part of the high-class. Receiving such extravagant gifts gets old. Though it made a dent in her personality (she now feels entitled to everything, she’s used to getting what she wants, etc.), she did share her twin sister’s more philanthropic ideals and adapted her way of thinking. Ingrid’s opinion of the wealthy primarily revolved around sharing the wealth rather than hogging it for selfish reasons. She believed that the wealthy should aid the poor and donate to charities, and she became quite radical in that idea. One particular day, the twin’s mother and father (known as Josephine and Henry Darlington, respectively) had come into contact with the Montcroix sect. They were easily swayed by the persuasive argument the sect presented and agreed to be initiated into the “cult.” The twins were 15 years of age when their family officially paid the hefty fee to join the Montcroix sect. Josephine and Henry made quick work of keeping this decision a secret from their children until due time, as the Golden Monarch had said. Thence, the twins had no knowledge of what exactly was happening until little clues were revealing themselves within the passing months. The two saw their parents gradually changing for the worse. Josephine and Henry began sleeping within the day, only awake during the night hours—and even then, were walking-zombies in the light of the moon. Once her parents were turned, they also slowly shifted into the wicked people the Montcroix lineage is infamously known for. Strange enough, with the few years that had passed (and the constant banquets their parents attended in their absence), the twins noticed their parents were barely aging at all. As if time had slowed down to a permanent stop. Agnes’s sister was fearless in voicing her concerns, but her parents were more violent in their approach to shoot down her doubts. At the age of 17, the twin sisters were introduced to their “family.” Ingrid, being the voice of reason, was constantly questioning the notion of immortality for the wealthy and powerful. Why must they live in luxury while others are suffering? Were they responsible for the sudden transformation of her parents? Agnes remained quiet during the entire exchange, watching the once-welcoming expressions transform into something much more sinister. In an effort to quiet her sister, she would hit her foot, tug her sleeve—anything that would make her shut up. This was a force not to be reckoned with and Ingrid’s accusations were enough to bring a rude awakening to the wickedness harbored within these people. Soon enough Agnes’s sister was seen as an outsider in the sect, “something” that did not belong. However, she was old enough that when exiled she’d be able to get word out about the inner workings of the sect (and the fact that vampires live amongst the humans). Her parents, after being easily coaxed into this method of punishment, locked Agnes’s sister in her room. They withheld from her food, water, or anything else of sustenance until she forswore her” insulting” words and adhered to the policies of the Montcroix. Even then, she was someone who was strong-willed and strongly refused to abandon her morals. Agnes, during all of this, would sneak any scraps she could hide under her sister’s door, but the amount is not enough to prolong the survival of a human being. Yet Agnes knew better than to also challenge her parents’ word, therefore she took to hiding away any money she was gifted or that she stole. Her idea was that she’d find a way to unlock her sister’s door, and with the money she stored somewhere safe, would escape with her. The process was long and arduous, and also very dangerous if her parents (or anyone else) were to find out about her ulterior motive. With every visit, Agnes could hear the weakening strength of her sister through her crackling voice. Her once strong, velvety voice was overcome by the exhaustion and starvation she was experiencing. Yet nothing stopped her from uttering these commands through the crack beneath her door. “You have to escape without me, sister. And please, for god’s sake Agnes, don’t let them get to you.” Agnes’s sister entered a depressive state after a year of isolation, and before Agnes could gather enough resources to further her plan, she found a way to commit suicide. Agnes saw her sister as a betrayer at that moment, thinking that her sister was not patient enough to wait for her and decided to take the “easy way out.” However, how could she stay angry at her deceased sister for long? The torture she endured was enough and Agnes thinking that her sister would suffer through more was very selfish of her. It seemed that her parents lost any love they had for their late daughter and turned to providing for Agnes instead, since she seemed like the more promising one of the twins. However, Agnes was not going to stay there for much longer. She had already collected a fair amount of money to leave this vile environment and would only need a bit more until she was able to escape. But with her 20th birthday coming up and the ceremony for her turning approaching, her parents doubled her security within those coming weeks. As horrible as it sounded, she had to go through with the ceremony as it would be the only way for her parents to loosen their hold on her. “To live, you must first die.” The ceremony’s explanation sickened Agnes to the point of nausea. In order to become “immortal,” as her parents had said, she would first have to die. This truly was a cult, the entirety of the Montcroix family was full of bullshit. All of them were insane, and she will bring that opinion to her grave (quite literally). However, she remained calm throughout the pre-ceremony. If there was one thing she learned from her sister, it would be that survival takes more than just a will to live—no, it takes sensibility, stubbornness, and wit. Agnes was amongst a crowd of wolves in sheep’s clothing, why would she try and make a run for it now? That would only lead to an untimely demise, and she’d be certain they would definitely not revive her. All she could hope for is a painless death before her reawakening. The only memory Agnes had during the ceremony was the scene set before her, seconds before her passing. She was strongly gripping a wine glass, full of the most lavish red wine. She was told that her wine glass held within it a strong poison known by the name of cyanide. Her death will occur within the next 2 minutes. Will she calmly sip at the win, praying to whatever god that she’d live to see the light of day again? What a nonsense idea, this is Agnes Geneviève Darlington, daughter of Josephine and Henry Darlington, who in their right mind would think she’d go about this calmly? She took that wine glass and downed every single drop until the wine glass was empty. Those… were her last memories until she woke up the next morning. A month after her turning, she saw that her parents had finally relinquished what hold they had over her. Agnes also went through a phase of immense change; her attitude was altered in a way that resembled her twin sister. Surviving long enough to escape London required vigilance, cleverness, and a strong will, all characteristics she did not have before but had to acquire over time. Now that she was “officially” a part of the Montcroix family, she was soon invited to the extravagant banquets her parents would attend frequently. Word had gotten to her that a certain businessman by the name of Ajaxius Dygarian would be attending a banquet. The reason as to why he was present was unbeknownst to her, but perhaps this man would be of use to her escape. To be honest, she was desperate enough to look for help in a complete stranger. He seemed to not share the same ideals as the lunatics that Alistair Montcroix had influenced, so perhaps this Ajaxius might help her. What Agnes did not know, is that not all vampires can be trusted so easily. It was not too difficult to locate this man amidst the crowd as with the constant mutterings of his name (the aforementioned increasing in frequency the closer she got to him). Once she was able to get him alone, she approached him as a maiden in distress, looking for a way out of this madness. She was rejected at first, even with the constant pleading she was unable to sway the man’s cold heart. Must escaping be this difficult? “Very well, I’ll find my own way out of this hell.” She had to admit, Agnes was not expecting a visitor appearing at such late hours. As it appeared to her, she did happen to catch the eye of one particular Ajaxius Dygarian, and by doing so, may have finally found a way out of this mess. Well, not exactly the most preferable way out. Agnes was not offered a way out of London, but rather a place to go once she had escaped. Was this a test of ambitions? Or was the offer made purely out of amusement? Either way, at least Agnes had phase two of her plan somewhat covered. The only way she could properly escape without her parents knowing would be in the day, which was a very risky decision considering she was now a fledgling. However, thankfully, such horrid stories about vampires disintegrating in the sunlight were false. Of course, not to say that it did not have an effect on her at all. And so, with what she was able to gather up in the last year, she woke up at the strike of noon and proceeded to escape. Her parents had embraced the nocturnal way of living and therefore were soundly asleep when she decided to escape. Once she reached White Rabbit Valley, she followed the instructions Ajaxius so kindly (an overstatement) gave to her. In the coming years, she was able to live away from the Montcroix sect, but had no doubts that word of her betrayal had already spread throughout the sect. The thought did nothing but irritate her, however, what she must focus on is that she had protection under the Dygarian sect and a place to live. All she has to do now is find something to nurture her ever-growing ego and figure out a way to become independent form the Dygarian sect. [/div] [div class=h3]Lineage[/div] [div class=perst style=margin-bottom:5px;]Montcroix - "The Golden Monarch"[/div]

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Alistair Montcroix, a man whose money is the basis to his insanity. He strongly believes in the teachings of natural selection and saw the noble and rich as the fittest individuals of society. Alistair, himself, became a wealthy nobleman in the 1800s of England, owning many major banking institutions by the 1900s and forcibly clawing his way through the social hierarchy (whether it be through the methods of bribery, or “accidental suicides”). With time his ideals became more radical and Alistair soon began desiring a way for eternal life to be given to the prosperous. Such principles have made him out as an egocentric lunatic, and his workers viewing him as a dictator rather than a CEO. By seeking out a way to prolong the lives of those who belong to old money, while also gifting the cold embrace of immortality to new money families, he managed to catch the eye of other powerful vampire sects. Thence, Alistair and other noble factions merged together to create the Montcroix sect, its purpose to provide imperishability for the aristocracy. To become a part of the Montcroix sect is amongst the highest honor, symbolizing prosperity and opulence. However, the sect carries with it a negative connotation opposed to the glorified name its members have given it. Beyond the facades they show to the public, the majority of Montcroix’s children are power-hungry and selfish to an extraordinary degree; there is no limit to their greed. As for Alistair specifically, he would rarely speak about his forebear past, seeing it as an insult to his current success. [/div] [div class=h3]miscellaneous[/div] [div class=reqc2] [div class=h2]theme(s)[/div] [div class=reqt2]You Should See Me in A Crown by Billie Eilish | Metamorphosis by Blue Stahli [/div] [/div] [div class=reqc2] [div class=h2]Additional Information[/div] [div class=reqt2]Agnes had a weakness for kittens, sweet desserts, and puzzles/riddles[/div] [/div] [/div][/div] [/div] [div class="tabs 4tab" style=display:none;] [div class=relationships] [div class="rstabs 1rs" style=display:none;] [div class=rsisa] [div class=rsname]Ingrid[/div] [div class=rsstatus]status: Deceased[/div] [div class=rsbarcon] [div class=rsm1][div class=rsmline][/div][/div][div class=rsm2][div class=rsmline][/div][/div][div class=rsm3][div class=rsmline][/div][/div] [div class=rsbar]

[/div] [/div] [/div] [div class="rsiconb"][div class="rsicon 1rsnimg"][/div][/div] [div class=rstext][div class=scroll]Ingrid Angelika Darlington, a beauty of a girl who had to suffer a horrible fate by the hands of her own parents. Growing up, Ingrid and Agnes were inseparable and very rarely seen without the other. Some say they made use of twin speak, while others had thought of it as a myth, considering their synchronized behavior as only coincidences. As the older on of the twins (by 2 minutes), Ingrid took it upon herself to be the role model for her younger sister Agnes. She'd pay particular attention to the details and would not be afraid to call bullshit in an argument, all of these being characteristics Agnes observed and soon adopted as well. As for how Agnes thinks of Ingrid, she loves her sister very much. Other than feeling abandoned when Ingrid committed suicide, she was heart broken by her sister's decisions. Despite it all, Agnes still cares very much for her sister and will become defensive if someone were to speak ill of her deceased sister. [/div][/div] [/div] [div class="rstabs 2rs" style=display:none;] [div class=rsisa] [div class=rsname]Josephine & Henry[/div] [div class=rsstatus]status: Deceased?[/div] [div class=rsbarcon] [div class=rsm1][div class=rsmline][/div][/div][div class=rsm2][div class=rsmline][/div][/div][div class=rsm3][div class=rsmline][/div][/div] [div class=rsbar]

[/div] [/div] [/div] [div class="rsiconb"][div class="rsicon 2rsnimg"][/div][/div] [div class=rstext][div class=scroll]A pair of atrocious villains that Agnes would never dare speak of. Even the mentioning of their name causes Agnes to grimace and snarl like a ravage animal. She holds them accountable for her sister's death and would constantly wish an ill-fate upon them every night. Whether or not her wish was granted, she did not know. She had no knowledge of their location apart from where she last left them in London. It would be better if nothing was spoken about her Josephine and Henry in Agnes's presense. [/div][/div] [/div] [div class="rstabs 3rs" style=display:none;] [div class=rsisa] [div class=rsname]name[/div] [div class=rsstatus]status: ???[/div] [div class=rsbarcon] [div class=rsm1][div class=rsmline][/div][/div][div class=rsm2][div class=rsmline][/div][/div][div class=rsm3][div class=rsmline][/div][/div] [div class=rsbar]

[/div] [/div] [/div] [div class="rsiconb"][div class="rsicon 3rsnimg"][/div][/div] [div class=rstext][div class=scroll]Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Fusce venenatis suscipit lorem, ut aliquam diam pellentesque at. Vestibulum eu vehicula nisl. Fusce at dolor ut libero eleifend sagittis. Donec eget scelerisque erat. Suspendisse potenti. Donec sollicitudin non felis nec varius. Sed et massa a sapien bibendum euismod. Pellentesque luctus, felis gravida consequat rutrum, neque metus condimentum dolor, ac facilisis elit nulla nec tellus. Duis ultricies ex sed ullamcorper malesuada. Ut pretium ullamcorper lacus quis suscipit. Sed pharetra ullamcorper mauris, ac tincidunt velit convallis ac. Donec congue leo a quam venenatis, id euismod arcu sagittis. Mauris finibus sem nec eros sodales, nec venenatis est dictum. Nulla id nibh urna. Ut congue ex ac dignissim eleifend. Phasellus varius enim nulla, sit amet pretium dui tempus quis. Sed faucibus sapien eget iaculis bibendum. Ut placerat blandit enim quis accumsan. Curabitur urna turpis, imperdiet viverra interdum vel, sodales vitae sem. Nulla consectetur iaculis interdum. Phasellus porta auctor ultricies. [/div][/div] [/div] [div class="rstabs 4rs" style=display:none;] [div class=rsisa] [div class=rsname]name[/div] [div class=rsstatus]status: ???[/div] [div class=rsbarcon] [div class=rsm1][div class=rsmline][/div][/div][div class=rsm2][div class=rsmline][/div][/div][div class=rsm3][div class=rsmline][/div][/div] [div class=rsbar]

[/div] [/div] [/div] [div class="rsiconb"][div class="rsicon 4rsnimg"][/div][/div] [div class=rstext][div class=scroll]Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Fusce venenatis suscipit lorem, ut aliquam diam pellentesque at. Vestibulum eu vehicula nisl. Fusce at dolor ut libero eleifend sagittis. Donec eget scelerisque erat. Suspendisse potenti. Donec sollicitudin non felis nec varius. Sed et massa a sapien bibendum euismod. Pellentesque luctus, felis gravida consequat rutrum, neque metus condimentum dolor, ac facilisis elit nulla nec tellus. Duis ultricies ex sed ullamcorper malesuada. Ut pretium ullamcorper lacus quis suscipit. Sed pharetra ullamcorper mauris, ac tincidunt velit convallis ac. Donec congue leo a quam venenatis, id euismod arcu sagittis. Mauris finibus sem nec eros sodales, nec venenatis est dictum. Nulla id nibh urna. Ut congue ex ac dignissim eleifend. Phasellus varius enim nulla, sit amet pretium dui tempus quis. Sed faucibus sapien eget iaculis bibendum. Ut placerat blandit enim quis accumsan. Curabitur urna turpis, imperdiet viverra interdum vel, sodales vitae sem. Nulla consectetur iaculis interdum. Phasellus porta auctor ultricies. [/div][/div] [/div] [div class="rstabs 5rs" style=display:none;] [div class=rsisa] [div class=rsname]name[/div] [div class=rsstatus]status: ???[/div] [div class=rsbarcon] [div class=rsm1][div class=rsmline][/div][/div][div class=rsm2][div class=rsmline][/div][/div][div class=rsm3][div class=rsmline][/div][/div] [div class=rsbar]

[/div] [/div] [/div] [div class="rsiconb"][div class="rsicon 5rsnimg"][/div][/div] [div class=rstext][div class=scroll]Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Fusce venenatis suscipit lorem, ut aliquam diam pellentesque at. Vestibulum eu vehicula nisl. Fusce at dolor ut libero eleifend sagittis. Donec eget scelerisque erat. Suspendisse potenti. Donec sollicitudin non felis nec varius. Sed et massa a sapien bibendum euismod. Pellentesque luctus, felis gravida consequat rutrum, neque metus condimentum dolor, ac facilisis elit nulla nec tellus. Duis ultricies ex sed ullamcorper malesuada. Ut pretium ullamcorper lacus quis suscipit. Sed pharetra ullamcorper mauris, ac tincidunt velit convallis ac. Donec congue leo a quam venenatis, id euismod arcu sagittis. Mauris finibus sem nec eros sodales, nec venenatis est dictum. Nulla id nibh urna. Ut congue ex ac dignissim eleifend. Phasellus varius enim nulla, sit amet pretium dui tempus quis. Sed faucibus sapien eget iaculis bibendum. Ut placerat blandit enim quis accumsan. Curabitur urna turpis, imperdiet viverra interdum vel, sodales vitae sem. Nulla consectetur iaculis interdum. Phasellus porta auctor ultricies. [/div][/div] [/div] [div class="rstabs 6rs" style=display:none;] [div class=rsisa] [div class=rsname]name[/div] [div class=rsstatus]status: ???[/div] [div class=rsbarcon] [div class=rsm1][div class=rsmline][/div][/div][div class=rsm2][div class=rsmline][/div][/div][div class=rsm3][div class=rsmline][/div][/div] [div class=rsbar]

[/div] [/div] [/div] [div class="rsiconb"][div class="rsicon 6rsnimg"][/div][/div] [div class=rstext][div class=scroll]Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Fusce venenatis suscipit lorem, ut aliquam diam pellentesque at. Vestibulum eu vehicula nisl. Fusce at dolor ut libero eleifend sagittis. Donec eget scelerisque erat. Suspendisse potenti. Donec sollicitudin non felis nec varius. Sed et massa a sapien bibendum euismod. Pellentesque luctus, felis gravida consequat rutrum, neque metus condimentum dolor, ac facilisis elit nulla nec tellus. Duis ultricies ex sed ullamcorper malesuada. Ut pretium ullamcorper lacus quis suscipit. Sed pharetra ullamcorper mauris, ac tincidunt velit convallis ac. Donec congue leo a quam venenatis, id euismod arcu sagittis. Mauris finibus sem nec eros sodales, nec venenatis est dictum. Nulla id nibh urna. Ut congue ex ac dignissim eleifend. Phasellus varius enim nulla, sit amet pretium dui tempus quis. Sed faucibus sapien eget iaculis bibendum. Ut placerat blandit enim quis accumsan. Curabitur urna turpis, imperdiet viverra interdum vel, sodales vitae sem. Nulla consectetur iaculis interdum. Phasellus porta auctor ultricies. [/div][/div] [/div] [div class="rstabs 7rs" style=display:none;] [div class=rsisa] [div class=rsname]name[/div] [div class=rsstatus]status: ???[/div] [div class=rsbarcon] [div class=rsm1][div class=rsmline][/div][/div][div class=rsm2][div class=rsmline][/div][/div][div class=rsm3][div class=rsmline][/div][/div] [div class=rsbar]

[/div] [/div] [/div] [div class="rsiconb"][div class="rsicon 7rsnimg"][/div][/div] [div class=rstext][div class=scroll]Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Fusce venenatis suscipit lorem, ut aliquam diam pellentesque at. Vestibulum eu vehicula nisl. Fusce at dolor ut libero eleifend sagittis. Donec eget scelerisque erat. Suspendisse potenti. Donec sollicitudin non felis nec varius. Sed et massa a sapien bibendum euismod. Pellentesque luctus, felis gravida consequat rutrum, neque metus condimentum dolor, ac facilisis elit nulla nec tellus. Duis ultricies ex sed ullamcorper malesuada. Ut pretium ullamcorper lacus quis suscipit. Sed pharetra ullamcorper mauris, ac tincidunt velit convallis ac. Donec congue leo a quam venenatis, id euismod arcu sagittis. Mauris finibus sem nec eros sodales, nec venenatis est dictum. Nulla id nibh urna. Ut congue ex ac dignissim eleifend. Phasellus varius enim nulla, sit amet pretium dui tempus quis. Sed faucibus sapien eget iaculis bibendum. Ut placerat blandit enim quis accumsan. Curabitur urna turpis, imperdiet viverra interdum vel, sodales vitae sem. Nulla consectetur iaculis interdum. Phasellus porta auctor ultricies. [/div][/div] [/div] [/div] [/div] [/div] [div class=sidebar] [div class=sbimg] [div class="rsnav 4rsnavi" style=display:none;][div class=rsscroll] [div class="rsbutton 1rsbtn"]

1#

[div class="rsnavimg 1rsnimg"][/div] [div class=rsnavname]the twin[/div] [/div] [div class="rsbutton 2rsbtn"]

2#

[div class="rsnavimg 2rsnimg"][/div] [div class=rsnavname]the parents[/div] [/div] [div class="rsbutton 3rsbtn"]

3#

[div class="rsnavimg 3rsnimg"][/div] [div class=rsnavname]the confidant[/div] [/div] [div class="rsbutton 4rsbtn"]

4#

[div class="rsnavimg 4rsnimg"][/div] [div class=rsnavname]the foe[/div] [/div] [div class="rsbutton 5rsbtn"]

5#

[div class="rsnavimg 5rsnimg"][/div] [div class=rsnavname]the rival[/div] [/div] [div class="rsbutton 6rsbtn"]

6#

[div class="rsnavimg 6rsnimg"][/div] [div class=rsnavname]the lover [/div] [/div] [div class="rsbutton 7rsbtn"]

7#

[div class="rsnavimg 7rsnimg"][/div] [div class=rsnavname]the __________[/div] [/div] [/div][/div] [/div] [div class=navi] [div class="button 1btn"][div class=buttontext]

1#

basics[/div][/div] [div class="button 2btn"][div class=buttontext]

2#

persona[/div][/div] [div class="button 3btn"][div class=buttontext]

3#

history[/div][/div] [div class="button 4btn"][div class=buttontext]

4#

relations[/div][/div] [div class=colourswitchc][div class=colourswitchb][/div][/div] [/div] [/div] [/div]

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