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Long has it been since she's been under someone's control. Long has it been since she'd been given set rules, or a strict guidline.
Over 700 years and she still roams this earth, looking, undoubtedly, for not only a companion, but also to fill the persistant thirst that clogs her mental freedom.
Her name is Nightwalker Lily Valentine. She is a 886 year old woman who has the permanent appearence of being 19. Red hair, bust and round hips, brilliant green eyes and a height of 5'10'', she has always been the lusty advantage of the normal woman, and most men crawl at her feet like dogs. Problem is, she doesn't want a dog, she wants a brilliant star.
One night, after a light appetizer, she finds herself thirsting for more. On a desperate attempt to quench her thirst, she hunts through a town, searching for something, or someone, to eat. Finding a good source of food in the form of a rather meek looking teenager, probably 14, she begins her hunt and toys with her prey to the utmost extent of horrifying him thouroughly. He, however, is being used as bait by his older brothers. There are three of them, all hunters, all looking for the Valentine clan, and the clans that they are in cahoots with.
Upon capturing the vixen, they decide to put her through tedious work: exorcisms, blessings, all the works, before they assume that her vampirism is defeated. However, they continually offer her blood to see if their efforts are having an effect, and sure enough they are not. The youngest brother, the one that she originally decided to feed off of, has become rather fond of the vampire and looks to her as a mother. The third eldest brother has found a particular forbidden liking to her, and he frequently visits her to speak without his brothers determindly ruining his chances to speak with the interesting creature, and he is starting to realize that curiosity has changed into a passionate infatuations. Through her responses to his questions and probing of her life, she asks him some in response and finds herself interested in this human boy. Not only is he an attractive man, but he's brilliant and cunning, and quick with defense. Plus, she was already looking at his littlist brother as if he were her child, or at least someone she was taking care of. But when he lets her out of her cell and she feasts upon a city, what is to happen to her? Will the brothers kill her once and for all? Or only end her glory by locking her in the cell for the rest of eternity?
We need parts. She has two brothers, Charles and Michael Valentine, but they mostlikely won't be spending too much time in this.
Just use the normal character reference:
Name:
Nickname:
Age:
Height:
Weight:
Species:
Weapons:
Description:
Personality:
History:
So we need ... :
Night: Nightwalker (lol)
Eldest: CelesteRose
Third Youngest:
Second youngest:
Youngest: Nightwalker
Priest 1:
Priest 2:
Exorcist: Steele's Girl
Micellaneous: (could include other clans that know her or her family, people trying to get her from the brothers, anything of that sort)
Here's the first post:
Well wouldn't this be one hell of a night? A lofty peak to relax on, soft spring breezes carrying the gentle aromas from nearbuy wild lilacs and the sprinkling of a tender rain far from here, plus a fresh kill. What could be better? The moon was not glorious tonight, nothing special, just a waning gibbus, but hey, the moon was always beautiful, wasn't it? At least she thought so, but being one of her species it was normal to admire the gleaming orb. Most people normally connected vampires with bats and wolves and the moon. Sure, the assumptions were understandable, but incorrect. If anything, it should be werewolves keyed up with wolves and the moon, and she didn't even know what for a bat, possibly demons? She didn't find anything of the same from a bat. Definitly no physical appearences besides the fangs, but she was certain that she could see, she couldn't fly, and she ate people, not bugs. Brushing her hair from her eyes, the red strands rolled down from the position, moving back to the annoying stance of blocking her view. Ah well, she'd just ... get over it. Glancing down suddenly as the parting clouds gave way to monlight and it caught on something on her shirt, she let down a pissy sound and thumbed at a small splotch just above her left breast: dammit, it was blood. How did she always manage to make a mess, whether small or not? It wasn't like she was ravaging in her prey, just ... politely and disorientedly ... and violently nomming up on their throats ... well, she supposed it was understandable as well. She could tell that her brothers were looking for her, but she wasn't too up to going home just yet. Why not amuse herself a bit longer before morning came? She left the bodies of the hikers on the route where she had been relaxing, beginning her stroll down the declining trails that twined between eachother and shortly would become very confusing, had she not known which ones to take to get to town fastest. As she managed to hit the edge of the town, walking through the break in the trees to hit the dirt road, she wiped off her face. She couldn't tell if she'd had blood there or not, and she didn't want to have to fake another bloody nose. Those were ridiculous. Slowly heading down the winding dirt roads, she managed to get from farmland toward city, and as the urban started becoming rural, she found herself hunting once more: she was still hungry, and what place was a better source of delightful food other than this glorious city?
Last edited by nightwalker on Fri Aug 07, 2009 6:55 pm, edited 3 times in total.
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