Post by Keira on Aug 6, 2009 5:38:04 GMT -6
Character Name: Keira
Age: Appears to be 25, Born in the year 1430 making her 670
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Bi but prefers men
Power Level Adult Vampire
Description
Golden locks fall just below her shoulders in soft waves. Years ago she used to wear it long, flowing down her back and shoulders falling to her hips. Now she keeps it shorter, easier to take care of and style. Her eyes are more a crystal blue then bright, pale in shade but still blue with soft golden lashes surrounding them. She was a small woman and is a small vampire standing at only 5'3". Since she came from a time when all that women wore were dresses she is often seen wearing a dress of some sort. Hardly ever one that touches the ground but occasionally it is seen. Low cut necklines and off the shoulder as well as form fitting. Keira enjoys to show off her legs and loves the feel of leather and silk along her skin. Those are her two favorite materials to wear. Open toed shoes and soft slippers are what she loves to put on her feet.
Personality Underneath her soft looking, angelic like face is a hardened woman. From working as a maid when she was younger scorned from her father. She knows how to use her hands, to take orders and deal with punishment. Keira learned quickly how to act more like a lady to put on the face of one so innocent and gentile. Some were able to see through her and many felt the wrath of her tongue. It is sharp and deadly when she uses it against another. She isn’t afraid to speak her mind and even if she is wrong she will fight her point until told to stop. Many are not brave enough to tell her to do so. She likes the best of what she can get but doesn’t ask for it, it is normally given to her. With this day and age she has made due with what is left but her agitation is often felt by those around her. Having only truly loved on other her whole life has given her a very weak spot in her heart for him. Her true weakness is her sire and those close enough to see her around him can see her shields come down around him, they see her soften up and show what is under that hard shell she hides in.
History
Born in the early spring of 1430, the bastard daughter of an Irish Lord. Her earliest memories were not the greatest. She was born into poverty, her mother being a hand maid to the Lord’s barren wife and she had given him a daughter not a son. The lord was not a gentle man to any woman. Her mother had stilled loved the Lord even though he hurt her physically and emotionally. Keira took this all in even at a young age. At the age of 15 the lords wife had passed away during childbirth her and the female child both died. The Lord her father took her mother as a wife as she was with child again. Keira tried her hardest to stay out of his way and not embarrass him in anyway. It was all strange to her how one day she was wearing rags tending to her mothers bruised body as she picked up her chores then the next she was being waited on hand and foot, fancy dresses and being treated so well.
She never got to see the birth of her baby brother though, Keira’s father sent her off to court, hoping to be rid of her and send her off to someone rich to strengthen his ties. He had a fortune of money but was a stingy man and only wanted to think of his son and not his daughter. She received letters from her mother for a little while but they came less and less. She took it hard at first but then eventually gave up figuring that she was no longer important to either of them. They wanted her to marry an old abusive man, he was wealthy but not for her. Her father did show up a few times to settle the costs of her dowry to make her a lady to this old, ancient man. The thoughts had sent shivers down her spine. Just the idea of him touching her but she knew better than to say a word out loud.
Before everything could be settled the old lord fell sick, this allowed Keira to stay at court away from everyone and be free for a bit longer. That was when she saw him for the first time. Her light eyes met his and she for the first time felt a blush paint her cheeks. He had been staring at her, admiring her. After the life that was being chosen for her she approached the attractive male finding her heart racing the first time he took her hand lightly kissing her knuckles. He wooed her, one her over with a handsome smile a light touch and ended up taking her to his bed. His names was Gilles and he was a lot older than even the lord her father wanted to send her away with. She didn’t know at the time that when she said that she wanted to stay with him forever, that he would give her.
The ancient lord eventually got better before Gilles could steal her away into the night. Keira was caught in his bed, it was not the first time that they had been together but the first night that she was offered Gilles blood and had just finished drinking of him when the door was broken open. Gilles ended up wrapping her in a blanket, taking her in his arms and getting them out of there without spilling a drop of anyone’s blood. They could hear her furious father and the ancient lord cursing his house. Still to this day it is a joke amongst the two of them. Gilles had wanted her and she had wanted him, even now her love for her sire is her greatest weakness but one she does not let known to many. He knows how much she cares and once when she tried to save him, putting herself in the way he scolded her lecturing her on how she could never risk her life for his.
They traveled together through the years moving from place to place. Exploring each other as well as different places. Life was easy for her, the happiest she had ever been was in the time after she was changed up to the wars of the humans. They made life hard for her, but not just her for everyone. The year 2025 Gilles gave Keira a kiss goodbye. He told her that he had things he had to take care of. Leaving it that he placed a finger over her lips to stop her from arguing with him. She would have fought him tooth and nail to stay with him, to follow him no matter where. He walked to the door of her room stopping as she ran into his arms. She couldn’t let him leave without a true goodbye. Just those simple few words would end up driving her mad. Giving him a fierce kiss, one second her lips were on his the next he was gone using his speed to flee from her.
Keira just stood at the doorway looking down the empty hallway. He wasn’t there and every night when she awoke he still wasn’t there. Years have passed and she knows one day he will return. Her favorite area is to sit on the swing he had hung just for her, it survived the human world as long as most of the upper mansion. She is alone in the desolate city but refuses to leave. Each night she has the hope that he will return and take care of her once more. The dragons are starting to take over and she can not hold her own against them if they would ever come down on the mansion.
Strengths and Weaknesses:
Strengths[/b]
* She is very good at manipulating people, getting them to do what she wants and getting her way.
* Skilled with a blade, has been trained only by Gilles. The rest she has learned because she had to fight.
* Heightened senses and is very fast
* Is a very skilled seamstress and can make clothing as well as mend clothing.
* Knows old medicine and healing techniques
Weaknesses[/b]
* Blood ~ Keira might be an older vampire, close to the master level power strength but after the fall of the humans she has found that her bloodlust wants to show back through. Craving blood that is rich and nurishing not the foul stuff of animals she has been surviving on.
* Anger ~ When she gets angry everything else seems to vanish. She is known to throw fits, destroy things and not think at all letting her emotions take over. Hurting herself often times and those she had cared about until the anger fades or she forced to calm down. Gille's is the only one who can to this day still quickly calm her.
* Jealousy~ To look at her you would not think her a jealous individual. She was pampered after she was changed, given a better life. Liking the best of what she had or still has she can not stand those that are doing better than her. A few times she had even killed a few vampires who she didn't like. Her punishment was severe for doing that and now she has learned to keep her head unless it deals with Gille's.
* Her Creator ~ She loves Gille's haven given herself over to him so long ago. He is her biggest weakness. She has pushed him out of the way of attacks putting herself in the middle not knowing what she would do without him.
* Sun Light ~ While some are able to walk out during the day, Her skin is still very sensitive to the sunlight. It weakens her a great deal and the last time she tried to walk out with Gille's her skin blistered as if she had second degree burns all over her un covered skin. Since that day she has not ventured out unless the sun is setting or when it is a storming day where the clouds are too thick for the suns rays to penetrate through.
* Fire~ Keira likes the feel of a fire burning in a mantel and to look upon it. Fire could scar and damage her skin and that is something that she doesn't want to ever happen.
Powers: Keira is what one would consider an Adult Vampire. She is old even for her kind. She had been on the verge of stepping into the power level of a master vampire right before the humans began to die off. With the lack of proper blood and nurishment she can not step into her power. This annoys her but she is also very content to stay just where she is being able to protect herself and have Gilles to help protect her if needed though she doesn't need it alot of the time.
RP Sample: Keira awoke for the night again in her lonely bed. Bright red silk sheets pulled over her slender form as she sat up. Looking to the door she kept cracked open her eyes lowered for a few moment before she tossed the covers away from her form then slid off the bed. Padding barefoot to her closet she opened the doors and walked in. In the very back of her closet she had a dress, custom made that looked similar to the dress that Gilles and first saw her wearing all those years ago. Her fingers lightly caressed the material as she moved back to her more modern clothing. Wearing the dress would only depress her more and she could not afford to be depressed as much as she was. The years were wearing on her as well as the lack of good blood donor.
Pulling a pair of black leather pants off a hanger she pulled them on. The fit her tightly, forming to each curve of her body as if they were painted on her skin. It was one of her favorite pairs that she owned. Next she slid into a black corset with red ties, easily putting it on she slipped her feet into a pair of heeled boots. Lacing them up she let her golden locks fall down her back freely as she tossed open the door to her bed room. Her steps echoed along the walls as she was the only one down there. A few others stayed in the mansion but they stayed clear of Keira especially on this night. It had been so long since Gilles had left and this was the exact day he vanished leaving her alone.
Moving down the winding staircase she didn’t even bother to look at the one person who was almost stupid enough to step out in front of her. The young male caught himself and moved before Keira had the chance to push him over. No one stopped this ritual of hers. It was the only thing that she hung onto as the world had already gone to hell. Her footsteps slowed as she neared two large wooden doors with the ancient looking handles on them. Biting her bottom lip she moved to them lightly tracing her fingers over the worn wood. Grasping the handles in her hands she tugged the doors open with all her strength. They groaned in protest from being open after so long she silently slipped inside pulling the doors back shut.
Looking around the room her eyes fell to Gille’s chair as she made her way to it. Finger tips brushing along the worn wood. He had the chair before she was created and it had survived all these years. Looking at she lightly fell into it, curling her legs over the one arm as her eyes closed. Memorizes flooded her mind as she sighed wiping away a single tear that slid down her cheek. Looking at it she wiped it off her finger. She was not supposed to cry at all, it had been years and years since she heard from him.
PB Name: Sophia Myles
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Age: Appears to be 25, Born in the year 1430 making her 670
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Bi but prefers men
Power Level Adult Vampire
Description
Golden locks fall just below her shoulders in soft waves. Years ago she used to wear it long, flowing down her back and shoulders falling to her hips. Now she keeps it shorter, easier to take care of and style. Her eyes are more a crystal blue then bright, pale in shade but still blue with soft golden lashes surrounding them. She was a small woman and is a small vampire standing at only 5'3". Since she came from a time when all that women wore were dresses she is often seen wearing a dress of some sort. Hardly ever one that touches the ground but occasionally it is seen. Low cut necklines and off the shoulder as well as form fitting. Keira enjoys to show off her legs and loves the feel of leather and silk along her skin. Those are her two favorite materials to wear. Open toed shoes and soft slippers are what she loves to put on her feet.
Personality Underneath her soft looking, angelic like face is a hardened woman. From working as a maid when she was younger scorned from her father. She knows how to use her hands, to take orders and deal with punishment. Keira learned quickly how to act more like a lady to put on the face of one so innocent and gentile. Some were able to see through her and many felt the wrath of her tongue. It is sharp and deadly when she uses it against another. She isn’t afraid to speak her mind and even if she is wrong she will fight her point until told to stop. Many are not brave enough to tell her to do so. She likes the best of what she can get but doesn’t ask for it, it is normally given to her. With this day and age she has made due with what is left but her agitation is often felt by those around her. Having only truly loved on other her whole life has given her a very weak spot in her heart for him. Her true weakness is her sire and those close enough to see her around him can see her shields come down around him, they see her soften up and show what is under that hard shell she hides in.
History
Born in the early spring of 1430, the bastard daughter of an Irish Lord. Her earliest memories were not the greatest. She was born into poverty, her mother being a hand maid to the Lord’s barren wife and she had given him a daughter not a son. The lord was not a gentle man to any woman. Her mother had stilled loved the Lord even though he hurt her physically and emotionally. Keira took this all in even at a young age. At the age of 15 the lords wife had passed away during childbirth her and the female child both died. The Lord her father took her mother as a wife as she was with child again. Keira tried her hardest to stay out of his way and not embarrass him in anyway. It was all strange to her how one day she was wearing rags tending to her mothers bruised body as she picked up her chores then the next she was being waited on hand and foot, fancy dresses and being treated so well.
She never got to see the birth of her baby brother though, Keira’s father sent her off to court, hoping to be rid of her and send her off to someone rich to strengthen his ties. He had a fortune of money but was a stingy man and only wanted to think of his son and not his daughter. She received letters from her mother for a little while but they came less and less. She took it hard at first but then eventually gave up figuring that she was no longer important to either of them. They wanted her to marry an old abusive man, he was wealthy but not for her. Her father did show up a few times to settle the costs of her dowry to make her a lady to this old, ancient man. The thoughts had sent shivers down her spine. Just the idea of him touching her but she knew better than to say a word out loud.
Before everything could be settled the old lord fell sick, this allowed Keira to stay at court away from everyone and be free for a bit longer. That was when she saw him for the first time. Her light eyes met his and she for the first time felt a blush paint her cheeks. He had been staring at her, admiring her. After the life that was being chosen for her she approached the attractive male finding her heart racing the first time he took her hand lightly kissing her knuckles. He wooed her, one her over with a handsome smile a light touch and ended up taking her to his bed. His names was Gilles and he was a lot older than even the lord her father wanted to send her away with. She didn’t know at the time that when she said that she wanted to stay with him forever, that he would give her.
The ancient lord eventually got better before Gilles could steal her away into the night. Keira was caught in his bed, it was not the first time that they had been together but the first night that she was offered Gilles blood and had just finished drinking of him when the door was broken open. Gilles ended up wrapping her in a blanket, taking her in his arms and getting them out of there without spilling a drop of anyone’s blood. They could hear her furious father and the ancient lord cursing his house. Still to this day it is a joke amongst the two of them. Gilles had wanted her and she had wanted him, even now her love for her sire is her greatest weakness but one she does not let known to many. He knows how much she cares and once when she tried to save him, putting herself in the way he scolded her lecturing her on how she could never risk her life for his.
They traveled together through the years moving from place to place. Exploring each other as well as different places. Life was easy for her, the happiest she had ever been was in the time after she was changed up to the wars of the humans. They made life hard for her, but not just her for everyone. The year 2025 Gilles gave Keira a kiss goodbye. He told her that he had things he had to take care of. Leaving it that he placed a finger over her lips to stop her from arguing with him. She would have fought him tooth and nail to stay with him, to follow him no matter where. He walked to the door of her room stopping as she ran into his arms. She couldn’t let him leave without a true goodbye. Just those simple few words would end up driving her mad. Giving him a fierce kiss, one second her lips were on his the next he was gone using his speed to flee from her.
Keira just stood at the doorway looking down the empty hallway. He wasn’t there and every night when she awoke he still wasn’t there. Years have passed and she knows one day he will return. Her favorite area is to sit on the swing he had hung just for her, it survived the human world as long as most of the upper mansion. She is alone in the desolate city but refuses to leave. Each night she has the hope that he will return and take care of her once more. The dragons are starting to take over and she can not hold her own against them if they would ever come down on the mansion.
Strengths and Weaknesses:
Strengths[/b]
* She is very good at manipulating people, getting them to do what she wants and getting her way.
* Skilled with a blade, has been trained only by Gilles. The rest she has learned because she had to fight.
* Heightened senses and is very fast
* Is a very skilled seamstress and can make clothing as well as mend clothing.
* Knows old medicine and healing techniques
Weaknesses[/b]
* Blood ~ Keira might be an older vampire, close to the master level power strength but after the fall of the humans she has found that her bloodlust wants to show back through. Craving blood that is rich and nurishing not the foul stuff of animals she has been surviving on.
* Anger ~ When she gets angry everything else seems to vanish. She is known to throw fits, destroy things and not think at all letting her emotions take over. Hurting herself often times and those she had cared about until the anger fades or she forced to calm down. Gille's is the only one who can to this day still quickly calm her.
* Jealousy~ To look at her you would not think her a jealous individual. She was pampered after she was changed, given a better life. Liking the best of what she had or still has she can not stand those that are doing better than her. A few times she had even killed a few vampires who she didn't like. Her punishment was severe for doing that and now she has learned to keep her head unless it deals with Gille's.
* Her Creator ~ She loves Gille's haven given herself over to him so long ago. He is her biggest weakness. She has pushed him out of the way of attacks putting herself in the middle not knowing what she would do without him.
* Sun Light ~ While some are able to walk out during the day, Her skin is still very sensitive to the sunlight. It weakens her a great deal and the last time she tried to walk out with Gille's her skin blistered as if she had second degree burns all over her un covered skin. Since that day she has not ventured out unless the sun is setting or when it is a storming day where the clouds are too thick for the suns rays to penetrate through.
* Fire~ Keira likes the feel of a fire burning in a mantel and to look upon it. Fire could scar and damage her skin and that is something that she doesn't want to ever happen.
Powers: Keira is what one would consider an Adult Vampire. She is old even for her kind. She had been on the verge of stepping into the power level of a master vampire right before the humans began to die off. With the lack of proper blood and nurishment she can not step into her power. This annoys her but she is also very content to stay just where she is being able to protect herself and have Gilles to help protect her if needed though she doesn't need it alot of the time.
RP Sample: Keira awoke for the night again in her lonely bed. Bright red silk sheets pulled over her slender form as she sat up. Looking to the door she kept cracked open her eyes lowered for a few moment before she tossed the covers away from her form then slid off the bed. Padding barefoot to her closet she opened the doors and walked in. In the very back of her closet she had a dress, custom made that looked similar to the dress that Gilles and first saw her wearing all those years ago. Her fingers lightly caressed the material as she moved back to her more modern clothing. Wearing the dress would only depress her more and she could not afford to be depressed as much as she was. The years were wearing on her as well as the lack of good blood donor.
Pulling a pair of black leather pants off a hanger she pulled them on. The fit her tightly, forming to each curve of her body as if they were painted on her skin. It was one of her favorite pairs that she owned. Next she slid into a black corset with red ties, easily putting it on she slipped her feet into a pair of heeled boots. Lacing them up she let her golden locks fall down her back freely as she tossed open the door to her bed room. Her steps echoed along the walls as she was the only one down there. A few others stayed in the mansion but they stayed clear of Keira especially on this night. It had been so long since Gilles had left and this was the exact day he vanished leaving her alone.
Moving down the winding staircase she didn’t even bother to look at the one person who was almost stupid enough to step out in front of her. The young male caught himself and moved before Keira had the chance to push him over. No one stopped this ritual of hers. It was the only thing that she hung onto as the world had already gone to hell. Her footsteps slowed as she neared two large wooden doors with the ancient looking handles on them. Biting her bottom lip she moved to them lightly tracing her fingers over the worn wood. Grasping the handles in her hands she tugged the doors open with all her strength. They groaned in protest from being open after so long she silently slipped inside pulling the doors back shut.
Looking around the room her eyes fell to Gille’s chair as she made her way to it. Finger tips brushing along the worn wood. He had the chair before she was created and it had survived all these years. Looking at she lightly fell into it, curling her legs over the one arm as her eyes closed. Memorizes flooded her mind as she sighed wiping away a single tear that slid down her cheek. Looking at it she wiped it off her finger. She was not supposed to cry at all, it had been years and years since she heard from him.
PB Name: Sophia Myles
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