Post by BlackHeart on Dec 27, 2006 10:10:29 GMT 10
Character's Name:
Elzira Botticelli
Age:
6023
Race:
Vampire
Title:
Guerra Spy
Power(s):
Strength
The fact that she is a spy doesn't mean that she can't be strong. Infact, you need to be strong to be a spy. There are always the risks of being caught and being tortured.
Healing:
With being a spy comes the fact that you are risking getting hurt. So being tortured is nothing to her. Healing comes easy and takes no energy at all.
Coven:
Guerra
Weapon(s):
Knives
Elzira is very fast on her feet. That is why she has many small blades hiden away in different spots. She is also good with larger blades. Being fast with a knife comes in handy to being a spy.
Appearence:
Elzira is a person of her own. For she has long wavy dark brown locks. She is always wearing a dress. More times it will be brown or lavender. She wears jewels when she isn't fighting. Dresses hold folds that can protect against knives. She can also wear short skirts for more climbing missions.
She has large purple pools. Taken in note that she would thought of being in the Ventana. Yet, she uses that to her advantage when brought into some simple spy missions. Being able to hide were you come from is a plus too. She is from Rome so she knows her way around big places.
Personality:
When Elzira was first 'born' again, the thirst was over welming for her. Now she doesn't feed at all. Only interacts with humans when needed. For the purple pools always hold the past within them. The fangs never stained with blood. They hardly ever are shown, except in fights.
For Elzira likes to keep to herself. Yet, the occasional romp in the bed with a male vampire is known to her. Her look upon humans is that they are weak and need to be protected. For they can't protect themselves. There are the few 'slaughers' who have come across her. They know her from the few books of males who have been inpressed by what she does. They never get her real name. Only that she is the last remaining Botticelli.
Past History:
Elzira was born into the world of the Roman Empire. As the oldest of five children, she was to get the inheritance of the family. For being wealthy was in the books. For her family owned a small farming community outside of Rome by the name of, Belles Récoltes. It was known to have very healthy crops. Yet, no one knew the secret.
Elzira grew up and at the young age of 13, had many fine men to try to suduce her and her family. Yet, no one was good enough for her. Finally at the age of 20 her father got fed up and gave her to a local man who was never seen out during the day. Elzira became angry and went to her father seeking the reason.
That was the last she saw of her father. When she got home her husband was waiting for her. He was standing by the fireplace when she got in. Elzira was startled when he pressed her onto the couch. For they had been married only a month. Elzira had pushed this off for as long as she could. Yet, that night they became husband and wife on a couch.
A year later she went to see her frailing mother. When she got back home, the same thing happened. Only this time, he bite her. It was soothing and very pleasurable. Then he cut himself and she drank from him. That was the night that her thirst got the best of her. She awoke to find meny people around her. They were all drained. Some were good friends, and some were people she didn't know.
A month later after feeding off many, she went to her husband. Noticing how he didn't feed at all. She asked him his secret to this. He turned to her and kissed her lightly on the mouth. He spoke softly to her, "I am one of the original five. I don't need to feed. Neither do you. Now darling, come closer." After that night, she never has needed to feed. Neither off animals, or humans. Yet, the thirst still lives.
A year later, Elzira awoke to yelling and lights. She watched as her husband was staked through the heart and he screamed and burst into flames. Elzira screamed and yelled and fought her way out. Ever since then, the Botticelli mansion has crumbled to ruins. Every once in awhile, screaming can be heard from inside. It is the lonely Elzira remembering her past.
She came here after hearing the need for spies for Lilith.
Interests:
Elzira is known to have her nose in a good book. Might it be more ways to get around the guards, or just a fable. The thought of biting a human still creeps her out.
Pets:
N/A
RP sample:
"The dark red of the dress, the purple pools. They all seemed like a dream to me. The way her bust rose and fell in a rythum. The pale skin soft to the touch. The full velvets pressing against his. Then the dream stoped and he awoke to nothing. Then the figure walked past the curtians hanging against the bed. The small hips, curve to her bust. The soft hairs on her shoulders. The dark locks hanging over her breasts. The dress a meer lump on the ground."
The pen stoped moving when Elzira stopped. The hands wrapped around his shoulders. The breath ran alongside his throat. It was December 16, 1598. The man didn't know what was just about to happen. All he knew was the Elzira was his mistress and she was worth a lot. Beautiful to all humans, yet he didn't know her curse.
A soft moan pressed into his mouth as she bite down on his flesh. The crimson liquid coming from it. Yet, he didn't feel it. He then drifted off into a deep sleep. Never awaking again. Then a simple maid walked into the room. Seeing the nude Elzira over the bleeding Mister. A scream escaped her throat. The purple pools flashing at her. Then she yelled at the maid and the next thing the maid knew, she was on the ground. The voice coming to her, "Madam Kellier, what a plesent surprise. Let me calm you down." It was in English with the French twist on everything. The pain in the maid's neck hurt and then she cut out and nothing was left.
Elzira drank till the last drop was almost gone. 'Never drink the last drop.' Came into her mind. She let go and the blood ran down her chin. The fangs still exposed and the skin tingling. The hand wipped across her chin and she then licked her hand. It tasted good. Elzira cursed at herself when she noticed the door was still open. The nude figure went and shut the door softly. Then looked over at what she had done.
A small moan escaped her when she saw that she had killed once again. The hand went to her forhead and she cumbled to the floor. The whole place was spinning and she didn't like it. Finally arms wrapped around her and placed a cloak around her skin. She looked up to see the dark eyes of her lover, her maker. He smiled warmly at her and she awoke to find herself in his arms, once again. A small purr of happiness escaped her full velvets. He sturred and kissed her forhead lightly. The voice came to her and covered her in sleep, "My love. My little child. I love you. My little fledgling."
(From anouther site from a different time)
Optional Information:
N/A
Picture of the character:
Elzira[/u]
Elzira Botticelli
Age:
6023
Race:
Vampire
Title:
Guerra Spy
Power(s):
Strength
The fact that she is a spy doesn't mean that she can't be strong. Infact, you need to be strong to be a spy. There are always the risks of being caught and being tortured.
Healing:
With being a spy comes the fact that you are risking getting hurt. So being tortured is nothing to her. Healing comes easy and takes no energy at all.
Coven:
Guerra
Weapon(s):
Knives
Elzira is very fast on her feet. That is why she has many small blades hiden away in different spots. She is also good with larger blades. Being fast with a knife comes in handy to being a spy.
Appearence:
Elzira is a person of her own. For she has long wavy dark brown locks. She is always wearing a dress. More times it will be brown or lavender. She wears jewels when she isn't fighting. Dresses hold folds that can protect against knives. She can also wear short skirts for more climbing missions.
She has large purple pools. Taken in note that she would thought of being in the Ventana. Yet, she uses that to her advantage when brought into some simple spy missions. Being able to hide were you come from is a plus too. She is from Rome so she knows her way around big places.
Personality:
When Elzira was first 'born' again, the thirst was over welming for her. Now she doesn't feed at all. Only interacts with humans when needed. For the purple pools always hold the past within them. The fangs never stained with blood. They hardly ever are shown, except in fights.
For Elzira likes to keep to herself. Yet, the occasional romp in the bed with a male vampire is known to her. Her look upon humans is that they are weak and need to be protected. For they can't protect themselves. There are the few 'slaughers' who have come across her. They know her from the few books of males who have been inpressed by what she does. They never get her real name. Only that she is the last remaining Botticelli.
Past History:
Elzira was born into the world of the Roman Empire. As the oldest of five children, she was to get the inheritance of the family. For being wealthy was in the books. For her family owned a small farming community outside of Rome by the name of, Belles Récoltes. It was known to have very healthy crops. Yet, no one knew the secret.
Elzira grew up and at the young age of 13, had many fine men to try to suduce her and her family. Yet, no one was good enough for her. Finally at the age of 20 her father got fed up and gave her to a local man who was never seen out during the day. Elzira became angry and went to her father seeking the reason.
That was the last she saw of her father. When she got home her husband was waiting for her. He was standing by the fireplace when she got in. Elzira was startled when he pressed her onto the couch. For they had been married only a month. Elzira had pushed this off for as long as she could. Yet, that night they became husband and wife on a couch.
A year later she went to see her frailing mother. When she got back home, the same thing happened. Only this time, he bite her. It was soothing and very pleasurable. Then he cut himself and she drank from him. That was the night that her thirst got the best of her. She awoke to find meny people around her. They were all drained. Some were good friends, and some were people she didn't know.
A month later after feeding off many, she went to her husband. Noticing how he didn't feed at all. She asked him his secret to this. He turned to her and kissed her lightly on the mouth. He spoke softly to her, "I am one of the original five. I don't need to feed. Neither do you. Now darling, come closer." After that night, she never has needed to feed. Neither off animals, or humans. Yet, the thirst still lives.
A year later, Elzira awoke to yelling and lights. She watched as her husband was staked through the heart and he screamed and burst into flames. Elzira screamed and yelled and fought her way out. Ever since then, the Botticelli mansion has crumbled to ruins. Every once in awhile, screaming can be heard from inside. It is the lonely Elzira remembering her past.
She came here after hearing the need for spies for Lilith.
Interests:
Elzira is known to have her nose in a good book. Might it be more ways to get around the guards, or just a fable. The thought of biting a human still creeps her out.
Pets:
N/A
RP sample:
"The dark red of the dress, the purple pools. They all seemed like a dream to me. The way her bust rose and fell in a rythum. The pale skin soft to the touch. The full velvets pressing against his. Then the dream stoped and he awoke to nothing. Then the figure walked past the curtians hanging against the bed. The small hips, curve to her bust. The soft hairs on her shoulders. The dark locks hanging over her breasts. The dress a meer lump on the ground."
The pen stoped moving when Elzira stopped. The hands wrapped around his shoulders. The breath ran alongside his throat. It was December 16, 1598. The man didn't know what was just about to happen. All he knew was the Elzira was his mistress and she was worth a lot. Beautiful to all humans, yet he didn't know her curse.
A soft moan pressed into his mouth as she bite down on his flesh. The crimson liquid coming from it. Yet, he didn't feel it. He then drifted off into a deep sleep. Never awaking again. Then a simple maid walked into the room. Seeing the nude Elzira over the bleeding Mister. A scream escaped her throat. The purple pools flashing at her. Then she yelled at the maid and the next thing the maid knew, she was on the ground. The voice coming to her, "Madam Kellier, what a plesent surprise. Let me calm you down." It was in English with the French twist on everything. The pain in the maid's neck hurt and then she cut out and nothing was left.
Elzira drank till the last drop was almost gone. 'Never drink the last drop.' Came into her mind. She let go and the blood ran down her chin. The fangs still exposed and the skin tingling. The hand wipped across her chin and she then licked her hand. It tasted good. Elzira cursed at herself when she noticed the door was still open. The nude figure went and shut the door softly. Then looked over at what she had done.
A small moan escaped her when she saw that she had killed once again. The hand went to her forhead and she cumbled to the floor. The whole place was spinning and she didn't like it. Finally arms wrapped around her and placed a cloak around her skin. She looked up to see the dark eyes of her lover, her maker. He smiled warmly at her and she awoke to find herself in his arms, once again. A small purr of happiness escaped her full velvets. He sturred and kissed her forhead lightly. The voice came to her and covered her in sleep, "My love. My little child. I love you. My little fledgling."
(From anouther site from a different time)
Optional Information:
N/A
Picture of the character:
Elzira[/u]
