For the Vampire Thread

Alright. Most of you know how this works, if not, you will. I've made a small character sheet
list for those who will be RPing in this thread. There will be one in all of the other threads as well.
This is to let everyone know more about your character.


Role Play Title:

Name:

Alias:

Age:

Race/Breed:

Short Description:

Weapon(s):

Strengths:

Weaknesses:

Abilities:



For now, this should be enough to get you started. I wanted to keep it kind of short, it's not much. But it is enough for everyone to get to know your character.

Name: Zintkalla Luta-Win Murphette/ Zin Spencer [Berserk]

Alias:Squee, Sicko, Mörderkätzchen, Verdorbene, Zilla, Tödlich -split personality-

Age: 18

Race/Breed: Vampire Feral (Lynx)

Short Description:.She has a 5 foot 5 inch build, 127 pounds, long-limbed but proportioned. Creamy, ashen skin [ (Sometimes slightly tanned) with some silvery scars over her body, thicker on her back. Lean and muscular, even though it doesn't look like it. Long limbs and digits, sinewy and fluid in motions.
.A Fae-like face, angled, set with rounded cheeks and high cheekbones, a sharp chin and pastel pink lips. A narrow nose splits her face, slightly upturned to enhance smell.
.Molten brown eyes, split by vertically slit pupils that grow or shrink depending on the lighting. Light gray circles stained her lids and around her eyes. Thick, dark lashes lay around her eyes, usually lowered to keep her identity someone configured.
. Feline teeth set into her gums, pristine and white, microscopically barbed and serrated for instant tear and ripping into flesh, one of her best assets to kill with.
.Tapered, pointed ears, all the better to hear with.
.Shaggy, orange hair, cropped shorter in the back and sides, only to lengthen in the front. Sharp brows, neat over her eyes.

Weapon(s): Modified ax, set with bones infused with steel and leather- Bone and leather haft about 1.5 feet long, decorated with the bleached skull of a babe. Curves axe head coming out of the back of the skull, a curving blade set as a mocking tongue parting the jaw open, and a spike thrusting out of the top by the softer bones.

Strengths: Power by slyness and killing, lessens the urge of her personalities to take over, and thus keeps her from foaming at the mouth, or so say.

Weaknesses: Getting close to people - She's not very used to it, besides kin. Sometimes over-confident.

Abilities:If injured she could eat/drink from her prey to sustain herself back to health, but it takes a small amount of time as anything else does when healing. Other than that, she does not really have anything else that she knows of. Nor does she need it.

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Role Play Title: Masquerade de la Lune

Name: Bryce Christoff

Alias: None

Age: 25

Race/Breed: Delano

Short Description: Bryce stands at about 5'9", short, dark brown hair, brown eyes. He has a scar that starts at the left jaw line, down his neck to the center of his chest. A reminder of the war that had started between the purebloods and the Delanos. A majority of the time, Bryce will be dressed comfortable. A t-shirt, or a pair of jeans and sneakers. He's the oldest of two other siblings: Chastity, and their younger sister, Mollie Christoff. They are inseparable.

Weapon(s): His hands

Strengths: Speed, strength, enhanced senses.

Weaknesses: Sun light, hunger. Weak against Holy energy.

Abilities: Vampiric speed, strength and senses. Telepathy in certain breeds, and among themselves. When they feed, the blood will soak into their skin like a sponge absorbing liquid.

Role Play Title: Masquerade de la Lune

Name: Marcus Garren

Alias: None

Age: 22 (appearance) Actual: 104

Race/Breed: Pureblood

Short Description: He stands at about 5"11', thick, dark brown hair with long bangs that just fall over his ruby red eyes.
He tends to wear a short sleeved/sleeveless black shirt, with a dark grey jacket over it. Casual, black jeans with equally dark shoes. He is the twin brother of Isaac Garren

Weapon(s): Katana, His hands

Strengths: Considered particularly strong even among vampire standards, along with common physical advantages among vampires. He is also one of the few to be immune to the lethal effects of sunlight, though he is often less powerful at that time.

Weaknesses: Holy objects, weakened state in the sun, stubborn as well as reckless

Abilities: Blood Mist and Manipulation. The ability to manipulate the blood within his body into a fine red mist, then crystallize it into jagged shards and tough, reflective shields. He is then able to direct these shards.

Roleplay Title Masquerade de la Lune

[Birth Name]Lirael Anazai

[Title] Head Of The House Of Anazai. Leader Of The Trueblood Coven

[Race/Breed}Pure Blood Vampire

[True Age(Times That Passed)] Ageless Anymore

[Powers] Blood Lore- Upon consumption of blood, the vampire is able to track the being/creature the blood was taken from. This allows them to follow and read surface thoughts of the victim. It a gift taught by the Anazai House.
Sword Play-A skill used to train the mind and body in decipline, usually done with a katana and not always for `battle` purposes. Lirael is trained in katana.(Can not dual weild)
Shadow Manipulation: The ability to control shadows that is not limited to its use for travel. Soft whispers can be heard(If Lirael has tapped into her bloodlore) over vast distances. They can be used to hide in. Shit like that. It can be even manifested as a solid force((spikes, walls, and used to summon people or weapons))
Fast healing: As long as the vampire feeds or has fed, wounds heal flawlessly.
Speed-Enhanced speed that makes her x5 than a human.
Strength- Enhanced strength that makes her x8 than a human.


[Appearance]A beauty if one could call her such, she is true to her Japanese decent. Features asian, heterochromic eyes (One black, one crimson) stare relentlessly before her. Hair, worn simply down is dual toned. Silver on top, black on bottom and falling to her hips. She usually wears a wide variety of dusters over a blouse and pants. Belts, a mulitude of such, lay about her hips. No weapons are seen on her but that is not to say she doesn`t need them. Standing at about 5`3" and weighing a mere 110lbs, she seems harmless. Her fangs, always seen are a dual set of teeth upon the upper tier of her mouth. Her snow white flesh is marred only by the crest of the coven she heads in the center of her back. When she frenzies, a strong blood lust and focus comes over her, and her lips almost remain curled into a savage snarl. She becomes an animal. Uncontrolled, uncaring. Savage.

[Character Attitude/Mannerisms] Lirael is proud, haughty and prejudice. Prejudice in the sense that Lirael has a strong belief that her race is superior to all others. She is a person you do not trust, friend or not. If the mood strikes her, she will flip a switch and try to remove your throat. The animal that is Lirael is usually laid back, but always observant. Prey is first watched before its taken down. Unlike most of her breed, Lirael is a cannibal. A devourer of flesh. She will eat other vampires but not for the blood. Lirael is possesive. What’s hers and hers and she doesn`t share. Beware.

[History] Born centuries ago to two prominent figure heads within one of the stronger familys, she and her twin brother Sabriel lost their mother Gabreille, upon delivery Raised by their father Keichi, the twins endured a normal childhood for pure bloods. They are well educated and very well off. Being a pure blood however has given them an overbaring sense of pride. Lirael in later years left the coven to explore. In doing such she met a woman, Cassandra, and tormented the woman and her kin. In the end, Lirael was savagely defeated by the woman she`d ripped to shreds. Karma. T`was a bitch. But in later months was brought back by the Reaper for the Deathtouched’s own amusement.There is little need for friends when one seeks to command, so she lived virtually shut away from the others as far as `social` interactions come. Lirael is a loverless woman, as she lets no one in and frequently is seen with the same silent comrades. Tomie, her right hand and child hood friend and Aoi her left, a member of one of the smaller families. Together this trio forms the trinity of power, all being heads of the Covens.

Role Play Title: Masquerade de la Lune

Name: Jethro Michael Blaque

Alias: Zeiro

Age: 27/199 - present

Race/Breed: Brujah

Short Description: Zeiro stands at about 6'0, short dark, dark brown hair, muscle tone. He's usually a loner for the most part, but is currently engaged to Lorelei Drazdof. He does indeed have a short fuse, he's not one to mess with when angered.

His sire had chose him to be a part of the Brujah breed, but quickly realized his mistake when he had turned him. Left alone in a large crowd of people, Zeiro lost control right away and massacred them all. Including his mother. He never thought that he would last this long living this kind of life.

Killing Style: Brutal

Weapon(s): weapon of choice - his hands, and/or anything he can get his hands on. Self inflicted pain.

Strengths: Vampiric speed, strength, enhanced senses

Weaknesses: Blood lore, unable to control in a feeding frenzy, easily angered.

Abilities:

Role Play Title: Masquerade de la Lune

Name: Bevin Collins

Alias: Bev

Age: Appears to be 18 (Actual age is unknown)

Race/Breed: Pure Blood Vampire

Short Description: Bevin is a very outgoing, Irish, lethal vampiress. Her fiery red hair and mossy, pale green orbs lure any human in. Her look is angelic and innocent but her strike is lethal. Standing at a height of 5'3, Bevin is always attired in formal ware. The only time she is seen wearing anything casual is during her expeditions through the forest. A wanderer, Bevin is alone, after killing all of her family (as far as she can remember). After the death of her Sire, Bevin decided that it was time for her to leave Ireland, find a new home, create a fresh start....

Weapon(s): Bevin is more into hand to hand combat, never having to learn the ways of weapons. So, the only weapons she truely has as her:
- fangs
- bare hands
- super human speed
- super human hearing
- super human strength

Strengths: Bevin is an independant woman, not truely having any ties to anyone. She prefers to keep it that way as her lust changes her completely. Her strengths are anything that are also her weapons. Her outgoing personality also allows her to make alliances with any race, not truely having any predjudices.

Weaknesses: Her lust completely changes who she is. Not caring who is in her way, she will destroy any one and everything in her path. The fact of her unable to keep anyone near her for a long period of time prevents her from always having someone to stay near.

Roleplay Thread Title: Masquerade de la Lune

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Name: Lorelei Catherine Drazdof

Alias: Lore

Age: 17 [appearance] Life existence unknown.

Race/Breed: Eretik

Short Description: Long, brunette, wavy, hair; deep, green eyes; slender, slim figure; well developed bust; full, pink lips; long, lush eyelashes; small, slightly upturned nose; 5`4 height; small curves of her hips. To anyone who can see aura`s one will notice how Lorelei is bathed in darkness- an effect from being shadow-kissed.

Weapon(s): She prefers to use a meat cleaver but loves to get her hands dirty.

Strengths: Photographic Memory, Healing, Manipulation of Electronics.

Weaknesses: Running Water, Fire, Arrogance.

Abilities: 'Mind Control', and ability that allows her- given there is eye contact- to delve into the mind of a selected subject, picking through thoughts for her personal use, or placing a few of her own in the mind she has chosen. This is a very draining ability to perform however, leaving her mind weak and drained afterward.

Status: Engaged to Zeiro Blaque.

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Name: Mollie Christoff

Alias: Baby

Age: 18 [appearance]

Race/Breed: Delano

Short Description: Mollie is a small female, standing at 5 foot 4, porcelain, smooth skin, well cut jaw and cheek bones, a deep scarlet hue of her eyes, her figure is small and dainty, appearing fragile, yet beneath her skin, the Delano blood fuels her with strength, her hair, a thick dark brown, is often worn in many outrageous fashions, she has a small hour glass figure, small hips, and subtle breasts. She is a gorgeous woman, there is no denying her looks, pretty, beautiful, she can woo a man with her smoldering smile, a bat of her eyes and a devious wink.

Weapon(s): Her hands

Strengths: Vampiric speed, strength and senses, and a mental bond with both her brother and sister keeping them in contact all the time.

Weaknesses: Sunlight, Hunger, Delano's aren't able to go a while without feeding.

Abilities: Healing, Blood lore and telepathy in most breeds.

Role Play Title: Masquerade De La Lune

Name: BloodLust Tear Noqturnus

Alias: Lust, Lusty, Lusters, Miss. Noqturnus...Chewtoy

Age: Appearance: 18 Actual age: Lost track

Race/Breed: Half Vampire, Half Draconic

Description: If the emotion of pride and arrogance was ever to become personified within a being, it would be personified in BloodLust Tear Noqturnus. A stunning woman, she stands at five feet, nine inches tall and carries herself with all the regal bearing of royalty. Silken tresses of deep brown fall from her scalp to her back, wavy without being curly. Settled within her face is a pair of expressive chocolate eyes, flecked with some gold that would be seen if one was close enough to her to see them, hiding untold mysteries and wonders within them. BloodLust has no bit of fat on her body and is made up of all lean muscle, with a flat stomach, powerful legs and arms and a cunning mind that is set to that of a hunter. Those sleek muscles are covered by flesh that is both pale and tan at the same time, a perfect shade that compliments everything about the dangerous woman. Her skin is clear and devoid of any sort of scars, except for one on her chest that is a pale silver in colour; it runs from the left side of her collarbone down to her right breast and it is a scar that she rarely, if ever speaks of. To look into BloodLust's face is to look into seduction itself; those curled tendrils frame it perfectly and add to its beauty. Her forehead is high, leading down to dark, perfect eyebrows and those expressive eyes. Her cheeks are smooth and hollow, with slight laugh lines around her mouth. Her lips are a pale rose colour, full and just right for kissing. Her nose is straight, without any bumps or abnormalities to it. BloodLust can most often be seen in a midnight-blue corset with a small brass dragon emblem on the side, as well as black pants and suede heeled boots. She is not normally the type to dress up, though she can and will don more formal clothes when the situation arises.

Personality: BloodLust has, to be blunt, a temper problem. She is not good at explaining her raging emotions to people and rarely, if ever, confides in anyone about a problem. She prefers to fix things herself, even though that often only makes the situation worse. A very outspoken woman, she is not one to stay quiet if there is something bothering her and she will stand up for what she believes is right, even if that means pissing off everyone around her. BloodLust is an adrenaline junkie and likes to live on the edge of death; if there is an activity in which she could possibly lose her life doing it, by all means, she will do it. She likes to live dangerously and it shows in her hunting style. Her moods often switch rapidly, so much in fact that she has been called bipolar by those who aren't familiar with her split personality - a trait inherited from her father. She enjoys being dramatic and often employs that flair for the drama in her hunting. She is a very headstrong woman, and rarely if ever submits to anyone or anything. Affection is something she does not generally show and a hug or any other sort of affectionate display from this female is a rare thing and something to be cherished. BloodLust makes her own decisions about everything and generally will not allow someone to sway her opinions. Her strength lies in her ability to slip on a figurative mask and be whoever or whatever she needs to be, whether it is a simpering little girl, lost in the woods, or a calculating murderer. However, one thing that she will never do is harm a small child, as she holds a soft spot for them. Her temper has often got her into trouble and has lost her some friends, as well as causing her to do some stupid actions when not thinking straight.

Weapon(s): Tied to her left thigh at all times is a light and very handy dagger. The dagger is quite plain except for the one small word engraved down the blade: Procella; 'Tempest' in Latin. Either with her or near her most of the time is a one of a kind longsword; Symbols of an ancient script travel down the length of the sword. Although she has both weapons, she is more likely to restrict herself to hand to hand combat.

Strengths: She makes her own decisions...doesn’t allow people to control her and make choices for her...although this can at times be a weakness also. Lust can be –when needed- a dramatic actress and can easily slide into a different personality to act the part of anything ranging from a fragile little girl to a high-strung, confident woman that sees everyone as pathetic ants beneath her. Independence; courage; quick thinking; agile: many strengths yet some hidden more then others.

Weaknesses: Lust can block out most emotions when it comes to killing or acting the cold woman she seems...yet her most up front weakness...and one she could never shake is the gentleness she has around children. She despises the killing of small children and refuses to have any part of it. Her temper...-although it lends her strength- can also be a weakness as it usually results in her not thinking straight...or focusing.

Abilities: Lust is telepathic and can reach a familiar mind at staggering distances if... she can concentrate and block out everything around her. With her mother being a shifter and Lust inheriting the talent, she can shift in to not only her natural form of a brass dragon yet also any animal of her choosing...although this has become a rare thing. Lastly yet surely not the least, is the ability to be able to wield the element of fire from the very air; something usually only used to entertain children or people in general.

Roleplay Title


[Birth Name] Raeventh Daemarra Drazdof

[Alias] Rae, Raeven, Ms. Drazdof

[Race/Breed} Eretik

[Age(When Turned)] 19

[True Age(Times That Passed)] She’s forgotten

[Powers] Vampire strength, speed and senses. Shapeshifting; she has one form that of a black raven. Teleportation. Weather Manipulation (Major: Water) (See Blog for Full description)

[Appearance] Eyes of soft teal are surrounded by lush black lashes, obsidian hair cursaudes down to her ribs and flesh, like air brushed perfection make up Raeventh. She stands a meager five foot three and a half and is of average weight. A faint scar moves along her throat often hidden by a chocker which is but a dull reminder of her past sins.

[Nature] Recluse. Due to having only the ability to sign, she tends to just hang out by herself.

[Demeanor] Polite til provoked.

[Status] Unwed

[History]
Most of her past lay forever forgotten, the details as hazed as the memory of her last kill. Redundance. Survive. Hunt. Live. Raeventh is the half sister of Lorelei Drazdof, as they share the same father. After Lorelei left for Dead City in the wake of their Cousin’s death, Raeventh feel into depression and rebellion. Her words were her weapon and because of this her mother had her vocal cords permantently destroyed. But it was in this violent altercation that the girl shifted for the first time, her embodiment a raven, the silent messenger of death. She flew away from her home, wanting nothing more than to be with her sister where happiness could and would be…

Dead City is where she lands…a new playground found for the mute harbringer.

Role Play Title: Masquerade de la Lune

Name: Astarla Brelix

Alias: Star, Bre

Age: Apparent-24 ; Actual-153

Race/Breed: Vampire [created|sireless]

Short Description: Astarla still considers herself young, and does not believe in commanding respect to herself merely for being passed 100 years in age. Her hair is so blond, it's nearly platinum and cascades down her back in waves to about mid-spine. Her frame is small and fragile looking. Her face has an angelic air about it, yet one look in her eyes would tell a person different. Star's skin is milk white with a single birthmark below her left bottom rib, in the shape of a star. Her eyes are wide and revealing, the color of blue with an icy tinge beneath. Without her usual heels, she stands in at 5'5" and weighs no more than 118lbs. Even as a child she was small and always had malnutrition problems. After being turned, she can happily say her hunger has upped itself a substantial amount.

Weapon(s): Fangs, daggers on each of her forearms

Strengths: Intense speed and strength. Apt at manipulation. Great precision.

Weaknesses: Acts before she thinks. Reaction time can be slow at times.

Abilities: 'Flying' jump--Star can take giant leaps into the air that can be sustained for long amounts of time, giving her the appearance of flying.
Shadowhold--Capable of crossing from shadow to shadow, nearly invisible to the naked eye.

Star's mask
Star's dress
Aaaand Astarla!

Role Play Title: Masquerade De La Lune

Name: Chastity Amelia Christoff

Alias: Chas

Born: August 17th 1854

Race/Breed: Delano

Short Description: Chastity has blonde hair that falls in waves to her elbows. Her eyes are a vibrant blue that miss not a single detail of a being when she stares at them. Standing a mere five foot four the female looks to be in her twenties. Her clothes are normally prestine and elegant unless she has made a kill. Anything goes at that point.


Weapon(s):Her hands

Strengths:*see Delano*

Weaknesses:*See Delano*

Abilities: *See Delano*

History:

It was a day that would never be forgotten. A time in which she felt completely at home with someone. The life she’d before had been one of purity and faith, devote to God and forever cherishing His gospel, or so it had seemed. A stranger that found her so possessively showed her a world she thought to be so wrong. It took only a few short words to have her heart enthralled. He was one she’d remain loyal too.

Sadly what he’d promised had not been as she had thought. Deceived. He took away her life and replaced it something darker. Something more hideous. She was a Delano. It took time but she found her niche within the race but still held an empty ache. Like a caterpillar to a cocoon, she shifted and grew from her former self into a devious creature of the night. Every dark thought she’d held had more of less sprang forth. Her doubts in God made reality with a single bloody kiss. This new world was something she explored, as she no longer held limitations in what was good and proper. Urges were indulged within, and the thrill of killing became her pleasure.

Bryce was not content with just having Chastity. His eyes wished to wander. Another sister is whom he came home with at the beginning of the New Year. Her name, as Chastity remembers it, was Mollie. A new addition to an already possessive female for a while she wished nothing but harm to the girl but never truly brought about an act of such. In time, she fell in love with her, embraced her fully as another sister as they both held the same affection for their sire, their lover, their brother.

A time came, one of darkness that would be stricken from all vampire lore. The Delano’s war. An eternal struggle was held not only between the Delano and Pure bloods but within themselves. The highly territorial race was not immune to trouble within their own houses and one by one either slaughtered by The Pure Bloods or one of their own, their numbers became less and less. The insatiable need to be stronger, to prove something to their peers had spurred Bryce to destroy those he viewed as lesser than himself. For decades he and his sisters devoured their foes, leaving nothing to be found. No one was spaced in this would be racial purge. The last house that stood had been that of his own sires, a highly respected elder within the Delano. Bryce was not alone in this want to kill, another enemy stood upon the other side of his wounded prey. A pure blood of the house of Taylios. For whatever reason, the Pure blood failed to move to take a crushing blow upon either person. Instead stood witness with murder in his eyes. These three were a force to reckon with. Bryce was not without his injuries; his sire had left him with a lasting reminder of the genocide that he’d procured. A massive scar that traveled from jaw line down his neck to the center of his chest was his mark to bare. The male had hoped it to be fatal for the other but what he didn’t count on was the presence of the sisters whom rushed in to drag Bryce away. That was the end of the Delano’s and since the Pure bloods haven’t bothered the three.

Chastity didn’t feel as if she should mourn the loss of her people for she had her family with her. Instead, she managed only to get colder, more harsher. They were the –last- of their kind, because they killed off the others.

[Roleplay Title] Masquerade De La Lune


[Full Name] – Azriel Vendriel

[Title/Alias] Lady Azriel

[Age] Ageless As She was Born A Vampire Her Body Just Ages Very Slowly

[Race]- Pureblood

[Powers] – Magic: Spells Of The Offensive and Defensive Sort (list coming soon)

Blood Lore


[Appearance] Stands about 5’ even with snow white flesh and oil black eyes, her hair is a mid-back length white. She is Japanese and appears to be younger than she truly is.

[Nature] – Animalistic, Territorial, Possessive But Oddly Playful At Times

[Demeanor] Laid Back Most Of The Time Unless Provoked Or Hungry

[History] She Is A Pureblood, Serves Under Lirael Coven And Her Father Runs The Second House.The House Of Vendriel. They Call Her The Princess Of Destiny.

The House Of Vendriel Is The Second Most Powerful House In The Pure Blood Heiracy, They Are The Magic Users Of The Race. Azriel Is The Second Daughter Of Her Father And Privy To Using Magic Hazardlessly. Her Sweet Smile Betrays The Monster That Lurks Under Her Skin.

Will Be Edited!

Roleplay Title: Masquerade de la Lune

Name: Mercedes Caprio

Alias: Duchess

Age:Looks: 19 Actual: 300yrs

Race/Breed: Empathic Vampire

Short-Description: Mercedes stands at a towering 5’11” of pure royal elegance with a hint of hidden ferocity to her exterior. Eyes of burnt cocoa stare out from above high cheek bones, showing vicious brutality within their depths. Plush lips seem always to be resting in a slight ‘o’ or are pulled back in an amusing snarl. Thick hair as black as a raven’s feathers falls from her scalp in layers of rough untamed ringlets and waves; the mane falling to the middle of her back. The female is of lean built, her frame built for endurance. Untainted flesh holds an olive tan to it that never leaves her; the colour having become ‘frozen in time’. Her clothing is always that of a simple dress yet the style always varies as does colour. Feet are always bare and prone to the weather and at times, harsh environment.
Mercedes always holds her head high; the air of royalty radiating from her. She commands her victims as she does everyone else; a trait that runs deeply in her bloodline. She is above all others. Nothing or no one could ever meet her standards.
Affection? Forget it. Love? What is that again? The woman holds love only for taunting emotional prey.
Mercedes wishes for nothing more then to bring agony and terror to one’s life; this bringing forth the emotions from which she feeds off: Pain, terror, fear.

Status: Single...until proven other wise!

Killing style: Whatever she wishes to use or do to her victim; a game of chance.

History: Mercedes is of Spanish origin and once carried the title of Duchess before Immortality ensnared her within its lonesome grasp. Mercedes was never a happy, cheerful child who only wanted to play with the servant’s kids or to learn French, even ride her pony...Mercedes was a troubled girl who was called many a name from kids to adults. “Possessed” They would say behind the child’s back. “Devil’s child” Noble wives would sneer in their gossip groups, some even moving in the cross gesture across their chests. None of the words made any sense to a babe of four or five yet the girl knew very well that she was very different from those around her. Mercedes had a taste for killing mice and rats in her family’s stables at just the age of three. As her childhood went by, she moved onto bigger game. The lazy tom to sleep in the sun went missing only to be found with its innards’ hanging from beneath slightly rotting flesh on the Caprio’s mail box.

But still Mercedes Caprio held the picturesque image of an innocent upper class girl as she grew into a bright, intelligent teenager. By the age of 15, she was to be married off to a rich Lord to the south. A man she had only met three times in her short life time. A man who was nothing more but a bag of withered flesh and bone. Mercedes despised the man as she did most. Why this hatred for men you ask? Who knew? Why did Mercedes need a reason for doing anything?

On her 18th birthday she became married to the Spanish Lord much to her distaste; the next year of her life proving to be nothing but a year of imprisonment. Treated no better than the slaves, Mercedes was ordered to cook for her...husband, ordered to his bedchamber at night only to be all but booted out the door soon after. Like a lioness in captivity, her spirit had become entrapped, a growing hunger for freedom and murderous intent becoming engraved into the very depths of her nightmarish mind.

But on her 19th, in that fragile time frame between day and night...on dusk, her life changed dramatically. What had she not realised the interest she was given by the chef? The difference between him and those around them yet the compatible both Mercedes and the chef had. A broken vase, a shriek, soothing words and a brief explanation had reached her ears yet had made not an ounce of sense to her as the pounding of her own heart seemed to thump in her ear canals before everything fell silent. Peace.

In the weeks to come, she was a new woman. Her strength mentally and physically was greater than it had ever been. Her spirit soared. Many cowered before her through the household. The servants fear becoming stripped of energy that particular emotion held. Yet it wasn’t enough. She needed...wanted more then what only fear could ever give her. It was on one thunderous night and the death of one southern Lord that Mercedes transformed into the killer without reason; duchess to strike fear into those she wished to exterminate before ending their lives where she would be sure to be given a satisfying amount of agony. Agony that would be stripped of the energy bound to the emotion from which she would feed off...


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