Post by Ciannait on Aug 6, 2009 13:39:26 GMT -6
Character Name: Ciannait (K-ear-na)
Age: Born in 1587, looks like shes 22 but is truly 513.
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Power Level: Master
Description
Ciannait’s appearance is deciving. Looking very much like a young girl, she stands just over five feet by a single quarter of an inch that she is extremely proud of. Her hair fits her personality. Cut in a bob style, her rich tomato red coloring is accented by a single highlight framing one side of her face in what ever color strikes her fancy. Her eyes are made up of multiple colors, beginning with a tawny brown ring of color around the pupil, followed by an irish green, and lastly an onxy ring encases the iris. A starburst of gold from the pupil overlays the supplementary colors. Her body is lean and fit. As for her womanly features… well her father always told her “more than a mouthful is a waste.” On the outside of her hip, Ciannait has a scar from a slice from a dirk she got during the first 100 years after her change. Since then she has had it covered with a tattoo of two interconnect trinity knots. The knots are offset with a blue background and two tribel lightning bolts. Although her style has changed over the years from the tartan wraps she wore before her change to the various fashions of the eras shes lived though, Ciannait now typically favors skinny jeans, tank tops, and converse shoes.
Personality
Ciannait is a spitfire of a famale and has the spunk of an entire nationally rated cheerleading squad at times. However, even with her energetic demeanor she does have a sardonic side when goaded. She is quick witted but does have a tendany to exibit blonde moments. She uses the misconceptions given by her appearance to her advantage when needed yet she will lash out if labeled “kiddo.” She takes cracks at her with a grain of salt and dishes back when appropriate. Not hardly as innocent as she appears to be, Ciannait has obtained her fair share of knowledge through out her years. Although she is old enough that the sun just slightly effects her anymore, she still prefers nights. Even though she has resided in the United States for most of the past two centuries, she still has somewhat of a gealic accent under certain cituations.
History
Ciannait was born the same day Mary Queen of Scots was beheaded, Febuary 8, 1587, in the highlands on the outskirts of Inverness. Her father, Torin, was laird of the Gagen clan which included roughly 30 families. As an infant, Ciannait’s mother, Fiona, was murdered after being taken captive by a rival clan while she was returning to their keep from the village. Although there were many women who would have gladly taken the position of Torin’s wife, Ciannait’s father never remarried and took it upon himself and his two sons two raise his precious baby girl. Even though it was considered improper, (she was raised in a testosterone engulfed environment after all) Ciannait was raised wearing boys knickers and tartan wraps of the clan’s plaid. She wore dresses only on special occasions such as Hogmanay and the anniversary of her birth (much to her protest). During her youngest years she was kept in the keep, only permitted outside under her father’s supervision, but as she aged and the clan disputs quited, that changed.
She spent most of her days, after she reached her sixth year, underfoot of her only siblings, two older brothers; Cayden and Brom. Cayden was the oldest at ten and one years her senior and excelled in swordsmanship and the managing of clan matters over the years. Brom is barely five years her senior and became quite the rouge in his later years. Since Brom had a higher tolerance for his young sister's shadowing tendancies, she became as much the hellion as he was. Pulling small pranks on the cooks and other members of the house. Though spoiled as she was, she was never punished for her behavior.
Although she was very treasured, over protected even, by her father and older brothers, she was permitted leave to learn how to control a claymore. Perhap he permitted in fear of what happened to her mother, but she was allowed to learn none the less. Seeing as she began her training under her brothers’ tutelage when she was barely ten and three and their claymores were nearly a foot longer than she was tall, her father comissioned a blacksmith to forge her a dirk and smaller version of a two handed claymore each male in her family possesed. She cherished the cold metal gifts.
As she grew older she became more talented in weilding the weapons. By the time she was ten and six the neighboring clansmen began looking at her as a fine woman to wed with a fine body and a large dowary. Though her father and brothers being as protective as they were, men of marriageable age were rarely allowed to approch her. However, by her ten and seventh year, Ciannait began to desire a family of her own, like those of the women in the village.
After two years she was beginning to lose all hope at her desire ever being fulfilled. Finally, at the festival thrown as celebration for Hogmany just over a month before the Ciannait would become twenty and two, she met a male who fell in love with her. Torin, Cayden, and Brom knew nothing about the mysterous man who had developed the infatuation with Ciannait except that he annouced himself as Amyntas and he was a traveler visiting for a short time. Well that short time became extended as he was slowly able to see more and more of Ciannait in secret when she went to town. Although she was always escorted by one of her brothers to and from but they never followed once in town. Amyntas spent the little amount of time they had wooing Ciannait. He had grown attached to her in a way that he couldn’t shake and she was starting to experience the same feelings. Convinced they were in love, Ciannait approched her family and convinced them to agree to a handfasting. Although this was not what Amyntas wanted, he supposed it was better to appease her father for the moment but promised himself that they would be married in the future.
In preparation of his approching year and a day, Amyntas had purchase a decently sized cottage less than half of a days ride from her fathers keep. It was to be his gift to Ciannait. On the day of the handfasting the entire clan appeared to celebrate. Once the rope was looped over their wrists, they were lead to Ciannait’s room to finish the ceremony.
The first night in their new home, Amyntas showed his true nature as he bit into her jugular after their love making and took a long drawl of her rich blood. Forcing himself to pull away, he took a pure silver knife he slit the vein at his wrist and held it to her lips. Hesitant at first she began to drink. As she did so he pulled her in close and wispered in her ear confessions of infinate love. As she released his wrist, Ciannait felt a slight change in her body, in her soul. She was commited, commited to a male she had met and fell for. Falling asleep in Amyntas’s arms, she knew that even though he had decieved her in a way, she could forgive him that for the future and love he promised. She could forgive him anything.
Once she woke up, feeling all her sences hightened to a magnitude she had never experience before, she realized what had happened. Screaming she lunged off the bed she was sharing with him and to the corner of the room. The realization of what had happened the previous night finally rearing its ugly head. He went to her and held her tightly but gentle as she fought to get away. Eventually she did except the fact and looked forward to the future he spoke of the night before as she drank his blood.
They continued living with their secret for the duration of the handfasting, apearing only during the nights to visit her family and feeding from travelers passing though the village. At the end of the year and the day the happy couple wed and soon they were ready to leave for the next chapter in their lives. As a wagon was loaded with Ciannait’s belongings she said goodbye to the family she knew. The family she was leaving behind. With tears rolling down her face she kissed Torin, Cayden, and Brom tell each of them that she would return to visit someday. Traveling north by night, Amyntas and Ciannait travel until one day they reached a run down keep on the bluffs of a highland shore. Deciding it would be a wonderful place to make a life together they purchase the land from an old and desolate man. The moment they moved in they began to fix up the old stone building.
Spending the next 63 years together in solitued, with the exception of the humans they fed from, they lived happily. That was until one day their keep was attacked by a group of dragons. The century old fude between the species, cause by a reason unknown to her, cost Ciannait her beloveds life. In hiding, she watch as Amyntas was murdered brutally in front of her and as his ash fell slowly to the floor, she wept with the pain of loss. Managing a maraculas escape from the keep with her dirk and claymore, she ran toward the bluffs, a dragon in full persuit behind her and as she was jumping from the cliff, a dirk was thrown at her slicing through the skin at her thigh.
The salt in the icey water that enveloped causeda slight scar to remain from that fateful night. A constant reminder of the night when she lost everything. Upon her escape she moved toward the Gagen keep, only to find that a clan feud had killed off her family years ago. The news had never reached her in her solitude. This was her breaking point.
For nearly two centuries Ciannait roamed the highlands of Scotland hap-hazzardly, vowing to help any of her kind she could find to defend against dragons. Her accuracy and precision developing with the weaponary her father gave her. After the hearing about the American colonies gaining independence from Britian, Ciannait departed for the new country in hopes of putting her past behind her and starting a new life. Though she would never forget her family and Amyntas.
Once arriving in the colonies, using the money left from her inhearitance and what Amyntas left her, Ciannait lived in penns colony amoung the humans. Hiding her secret and moving every decade from one town to another as a live in tutor for well established families. This worked for many years, until the American civil war. When the war between the states broke out and her peaceful life had been disrupted she cut her hair and became a double spy. Feeding information secretly from one side to the other and back again, just wanting the damn war to end and her peace to be restored.
After the war she continued as before,but this time slowly finding more of her kind and mingling among them. Moving from place to place every decade or so. In the roaring 20’s she ran a prohabition club in the basement of the building she was living in. Somehow managing to remain uncaught into the 1930’s, she decided upon a whim as the new technologies of electricity and mechanics was introducted, that she would attend a university and learn more. Though another vampire she developed a fake background and did just that, attended a university to learn of the sciences that were being developed. Taking special interest in magnetics and electrics. Upon her graduation, she continued to read and learn whatever she could her hands on. Education gave her the feeling of accomplishment when she had so sorely failed at the avenging the deaths of her loved ones.
When the seventy’s rolled around Ciannait got the tattoo on her hip to cover the scar. The two intertwined trinity knots represent those who she lost and her relationships with them. Torin, Amyntas, and her brothers as a daughter, wife and sister. The blue represents the main color in her families plaid. Lastly, the two tribal bolts represent the anger and pain she has felt that will be unleashed someday. Remaing a lasting reminder.
When the humans set themselves on the path of destruction and changed the known world, Ciannait secluded herself once again in an abandioned warehouse. She made her home there and a workshop. Feeding off the halfbreed shifters she could strike deals with or the humans she uncovered. Until the last twenty years she has been creating outragous inventions for something to do. When the dragons began to overrun and redeveloped the ancient fued, Ciannait emerged from her solitude once more. Using the inventions she had created to defend the lesser vampires she could find and atone for what she was unable to do many centurys ago.
Although by now Ciannait has for the most decided to truly move on with her life, becoming the peppy female she is known for being, the pain in her heart from a mear thought of her family remains. That will never change.
Strengths and Weaknesses:
Strengths
* well versed in combat with her claymore and dirk
* can move very quickly
* well-coordinated
* quick witted, does well in verbal sparring
* ingenious, although unconventional, inventor
Weaknesses
* the memories of her past love ones
* her temper - when she gets mad she tends to not think clearly
* harm befalling her friends - she will do anything to protect them no matter how stupid or unnecessary the task would be
* drinks - she becomes very openned mouthed and flirty when drunk (much to her distain)
* she has a tendancy of going to long without feeding, mostly out of stubborness; animal blood will make her sick for the first day
Powers:
Ciannait has the ability to control the thoughts and actions of all species that are equal or lesser than her. She also has the ablity to manupulate their memories and reach into/create dreams. Although she does not have the ablity to fly, she is able to jump and float to a certian extent. She does have an exuberant amount of strength that fluctuates with her emotions.
RP Sample:
Hearing the smart ass male vamp just gettin up from leaning against the wall she listened as he weezed and spoke. He had just told her he didn't need her help, that he was a man now. "Yeah, that was real manly how you shreaked and all." she respond.
Sheathing her dirk back at her waist and holstering her claymore across her back she turned to look at the vampire she had just protected before walking past him in the direction she had come. The cocksure vamp had screamed like a small human girl when the human had come at him with a baseball bat. Ciannait had just happened to be passing by when she had heard the shrill sound and had decided to inspect.
As she turned the corner of what at one time had been an alley she saw the small vamp huddled by a stack of crumbling bricks. She had drew her claymore in preparation of defending the male, instead the human lunged at her swinging wildly and hitting nothing but air. As the wooden object neared she drew her dirk as well. Blocking a downward swing with her claymore, she swung the dirk and sliced the bat in half.
Ciannait had no intention of killing the human, but she hadnt fed in a while and well feeding from him wouldnt kill him. Weapons still in hand she was able to draw the human in with her mind. When he was close enough she bit into his neck. When she had finished drinking the humans blood she released him and let him fall to the ground. That was when she had heard male vamp moving to get up.
Walking away now, on her own again she began to think back to when she had been young. One she had been turned, she had never left Amyntas' side. She had been happy back then. Her dad and brothers had been well. Cayden had annouced his engagement to a neighboring laird's daughter and Brom had returned home from his trip to London. Torin had been thrilled to see his family all together and happy, so had Ciannait. She missed them, missed them dearly.
As she rounded another bend a single tear slipped down her face. Brushing it away, Ciannait set her jaw. Refusing to let any more fall.
PB Name: Allison Scagliotti
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Age: Born in 1587, looks like shes 22 but is truly 513.
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Power Level: Master
Description
Ciannait’s appearance is deciving. Looking very much like a young girl, she stands just over five feet by a single quarter of an inch that she is extremely proud of. Her hair fits her personality. Cut in a bob style, her rich tomato red coloring is accented by a single highlight framing one side of her face in what ever color strikes her fancy. Her eyes are made up of multiple colors, beginning with a tawny brown ring of color around the pupil, followed by an irish green, and lastly an onxy ring encases the iris. A starburst of gold from the pupil overlays the supplementary colors. Her body is lean and fit. As for her womanly features… well her father always told her “more than a mouthful is a waste.” On the outside of her hip, Ciannait has a scar from a slice from a dirk she got during the first 100 years after her change. Since then she has had it covered with a tattoo of two interconnect trinity knots. The knots are offset with a blue background and two tribel lightning bolts. Although her style has changed over the years from the tartan wraps she wore before her change to the various fashions of the eras shes lived though, Ciannait now typically favors skinny jeans, tank tops, and converse shoes.
Personality
Ciannait is a spitfire of a famale and has the spunk of an entire nationally rated cheerleading squad at times. However, even with her energetic demeanor she does have a sardonic side when goaded. She is quick witted but does have a tendany to exibit blonde moments. She uses the misconceptions given by her appearance to her advantage when needed yet she will lash out if labeled “kiddo.” She takes cracks at her with a grain of salt and dishes back when appropriate. Not hardly as innocent as she appears to be, Ciannait has obtained her fair share of knowledge through out her years. Although she is old enough that the sun just slightly effects her anymore, she still prefers nights. Even though she has resided in the United States for most of the past two centuries, she still has somewhat of a gealic accent under certain cituations.
History
Ciannait was born the same day Mary Queen of Scots was beheaded, Febuary 8, 1587, in the highlands on the outskirts of Inverness. Her father, Torin, was laird of the Gagen clan which included roughly 30 families. As an infant, Ciannait’s mother, Fiona, was murdered after being taken captive by a rival clan while she was returning to their keep from the village. Although there were many women who would have gladly taken the position of Torin’s wife, Ciannait’s father never remarried and took it upon himself and his two sons two raise his precious baby girl. Even though it was considered improper, (she was raised in a testosterone engulfed environment after all) Ciannait was raised wearing boys knickers and tartan wraps of the clan’s plaid. She wore dresses only on special occasions such as Hogmanay and the anniversary of her birth (much to her protest). During her youngest years she was kept in the keep, only permitted outside under her father’s supervision, but as she aged and the clan disputs quited, that changed.
She spent most of her days, after she reached her sixth year, underfoot of her only siblings, two older brothers; Cayden and Brom. Cayden was the oldest at ten and one years her senior and excelled in swordsmanship and the managing of clan matters over the years. Brom is barely five years her senior and became quite the rouge in his later years. Since Brom had a higher tolerance for his young sister's shadowing tendancies, she became as much the hellion as he was. Pulling small pranks on the cooks and other members of the house. Though spoiled as she was, she was never punished for her behavior.
Although she was very treasured, over protected even, by her father and older brothers, she was permitted leave to learn how to control a claymore. Perhap he permitted in fear of what happened to her mother, but she was allowed to learn none the less. Seeing as she began her training under her brothers’ tutelage when she was barely ten and three and their claymores were nearly a foot longer than she was tall, her father comissioned a blacksmith to forge her a dirk and smaller version of a two handed claymore each male in her family possesed. She cherished the cold metal gifts.
As she grew older she became more talented in weilding the weapons. By the time she was ten and six the neighboring clansmen began looking at her as a fine woman to wed with a fine body and a large dowary. Though her father and brothers being as protective as they were, men of marriageable age were rarely allowed to approch her. However, by her ten and seventh year, Ciannait began to desire a family of her own, like those of the women in the village.
After two years she was beginning to lose all hope at her desire ever being fulfilled. Finally, at the festival thrown as celebration for Hogmany just over a month before the Ciannait would become twenty and two, she met a male who fell in love with her. Torin, Cayden, and Brom knew nothing about the mysterous man who had developed the infatuation with Ciannait except that he annouced himself as Amyntas and he was a traveler visiting for a short time. Well that short time became extended as he was slowly able to see more and more of Ciannait in secret when she went to town. Although she was always escorted by one of her brothers to and from but they never followed once in town. Amyntas spent the little amount of time they had wooing Ciannait. He had grown attached to her in a way that he couldn’t shake and she was starting to experience the same feelings. Convinced they were in love, Ciannait approched her family and convinced them to agree to a handfasting. Although this was not what Amyntas wanted, he supposed it was better to appease her father for the moment but promised himself that they would be married in the future.
In preparation of his approching year and a day, Amyntas had purchase a decently sized cottage less than half of a days ride from her fathers keep. It was to be his gift to Ciannait. On the day of the handfasting the entire clan appeared to celebrate. Once the rope was looped over their wrists, they were lead to Ciannait’s room to finish the ceremony.
The first night in their new home, Amyntas showed his true nature as he bit into her jugular after their love making and took a long drawl of her rich blood. Forcing himself to pull away, he took a pure silver knife he slit the vein at his wrist and held it to her lips. Hesitant at first she began to drink. As she did so he pulled her in close and wispered in her ear confessions of infinate love. As she released his wrist, Ciannait felt a slight change in her body, in her soul. She was commited, commited to a male she had met and fell for. Falling asleep in Amyntas’s arms, she knew that even though he had decieved her in a way, she could forgive him that for the future and love he promised. She could forgive him anything.
Once she woke up, feeling all her sences hightened to a magnitude she had never experience before, she realized what had happened. Screaming she lunged off the bed she was sharing with him and to the corner of the room. The realization of what had happened the previous night finally rearing its ugly head. He went to her and held her tightly but gentle as she fought to get away. Eventually she did except the fact and looked forward to the future he spoke of the night before as she drank his blood.
They continued living with their secret for the duration of the handfasting, apearing only during the nights to visit her family and feeding from travelers passing though the village. At the end of the year and the day the happy couple wed and soon they were ready to leave for the next chapter in their lives. As a wagon was loaded with Ciannait’s belongings she said goodbye to the family she knew. The family she was leaving behind. With tears rolling down her face she kissed Torin, Cayden, and Brom tell each of them that she would return to visit someday. Traveling north by night, Amyntas and Ciannait travel until one day they reached a run down keep on the bluffs of a highland shore. Deciding it would be a wonderful place to make a life together they purchase the land from an old and desolate man. The moment they moved in they began to fix up the old stone building.
Spending the next 63 years together in solitued, with the exception of the humans they fed from, they lived happily. That was until one day their keep was attacked by a group of dragons. The century old fude between the species, cause by a reason unknown to her, cost Ciannait her beloveds life. In hiding, she watch as Amyntas was murdered brutally in front of her and as his ash fell slowly to the floor, she wept with the pain of loss. Managing a maraculas escape from the keep with her dirk and claymore, she ran toward the bluffs, a dragon in full persuit behind her and as she was jumping from the cliff, a dirk was thrown at her slicing through the skin at her thigh.
The salt in the icey water that enveloped causeda slight scar to remain from that fateful night. A constant reminder of the night when she lost everything. Upon her escape she moved toward the Gagen keep, only to find that a clan feud had killed off her family years ago. The news had never reached her in her solitude. This was her breaking point.
For nearly two centuries Ciannait roamed the highlands of Scotland hap-hazzardly, vowing to help any of her kind she could find to defend against dragons. Her accuracy and precision developing with the weaponary her father gave her. After the hearing about the American colonies gaining independence from Britian, Ciannait departed for the new country in hopes of putting her past behind her and starting a new life. Though she would never forget her family and Amyntas.
Once arriving in the colonies, using the money left from her inhearitance and what Amyntas left her, Ciannait lived in penns colony amoung the humans. Hiding her secret and moving every decade from one town to another as a live in tutor for well established families. This worked for many years, until the American civil war. When the war between the states broke out and her peaceful life had been disrupted she cut her hair and became a double spy. Feeding information secretly from one side to the other and back again, just wanting the damn war to end and her peace to be restored.
After the war she continued as before,but this time slowly finding more of her kind and mingling among them. Moving from place to place every decade or so. In the roaring 20’s she ran a prohabition club in the basement of the building she was living in. Somehow managing to remain uncaught into the 1930’s, she decided upon a whim as the new technologies of electricity and mechanics was introducted, that she would attend a university and learn more. Though another vampire she developed a fake background and did just that, attended a university to learn of the sciences that were being developed. Taking special interest in magnetics and electrics. Upon her graduation, she continued to read and learn whatever she could her hands on. Education gave her the feeling of accomplishment when she had so sorely failed at the avenging the deaths of her loved ones.
When the seventy’s rolled around Ciannait got the tattoo on her hip to cover the scar. The two intertwined trinity knots represent those who she lost and her relationships with them. Torin, Amyntas, and her brothers as a daughter, wife and sister. The blue represents the main color in her families plaid. Lastly, the two tribal bolts represent the anger and pain she has felt that will be unleashed someday. Remaing a lasting reminder.
When the humans set themselves on the path of destruction and changed the known world, Ciannait secluded herself once again in an abandioned warehouse. She made her home there and a workshop. Feeding off the halfbreed shifters she could strike deals with or the humans she uncovered. Until the last twenty years she has been creating outragous inventions for something to do. When the dragons began to overrun and redeveloped the ancient fued, Ciannait emerged from her solitude once more. Using the inventions she had created to defend the lesser vampires she could find and atone for what she was unable to do many centurys ago.
Although by now Ciannait has for the most decided to truly move on with her life, becoming the peppy female she is known for being, the pain in her heart from a mear thought of her family remains. That will never change.
Strengths and Weaknesses:
Strengths
* well versed in combat with her claymore and dirk
* can move very quickly
* well-coordinated
* quick witted, does well in verbal sparring
* ingenious, although unconventional, inventor
Weaknesses
* the memories of her past love ones
* her temper - when she gets mad she tends to not think clearly
* harm befalling her friends - she will do anything to protect them no matter how stupid or unnecessary the task would be
* drinks - she becomes very openned mouthed and flirty when drunk (much to her distain)
* she has a tendancy of going to long without feeding, mostly out of stubborness; animal blood will make her sick for the first day
Powers:
Ciannait has the ability to control the thoughts and actions of all species that are equal or lesser than her. She also has the ablity to manupulate their memories and reach into/create dreams. Although she does not have the ablity to fly, she is able to jump and float to a certian extent. She does have an exuberant amount of strength that fluctuates with her emotions.
RP Sample:
Hearing the smart ass male vamp just gettin up from leaning against the wall she listened as he weezed and spoke. He had just told her he didn't need her help, that he was a man now. "Yeah, that was real manly how you shreaked and all." she respond.
Sheathing her dirk back at her waist and holstering her claymore across her back she turned to look at the vampire she had just protected before walking past him in the direction she had come. The cocksure vamp had screamed like a small human girl when the human had come at him with a baseball bat. Ciannait had just happened to be passing by when she had heard the shrill sound and had decided to inspect.
As she turned the corner of what at one time had been an alley she saw the small vamp huddled by a stack of crumbling bricks. She had drew her claymore in preparation of defending the male, instead the human lunged at her swinging wildly and hitting nothing but air. As the wooden object neared she drew her dirk as well. Blocking a downward swing with her claymore, she swung the dirk and sliced the bat in half.
Ciannait had no intention of killing the human, but she hadnt fed in a while and well feeding from him wouldnt kill him. Weapons still in hand she was able to draw the human in with her mind. When he was close enough she bit into his neck. When she had finished drinking the humans blood she released him and let him fall to the ground. That was when she had heard male vamp moving to get up.
Walking away now, on her own again she began to think back to when she had been young. One she had been turned, she had never left Amyntas' side. She had been happy back then. Her dad and brothers had been well. Cayden had annouced his engagement to a neighboring laird's daughter and Brom had returned home from his trip to London. Torin had been thrilled to see his family all together and happy, so had Ciannait. She missed them, missed them dearly.
As she rounded another bend a single tear slipped down her face. Brushing it away, Ciannait set her jaw. Refusing to let any more fall.
PB Name: Allison Scagliotti
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