Post by romanaeleganta on May 31, 2011 14:07:59 GMT -5
[/u][/size]His little whispers. Love me. Love me. That’s all I ask for. Love me. Love me.
►►Character Name
Nation ► Romania
Human Name ► Anica Popescu (formal name: Lady Anica Daciana Drăculea of Transylvania
Age ► Apperance: 23, actual age 574
Gender ► Female
Species ►Moroaică (female vampire in Romanian folklore)
Description ► Anica is a woman of slightly above-average height, standing at five feet nine inches tall, due to her not being in the sunlight as long as normal humans her skin is considered to be a lighter tone than most Romanians, being a very light tan. She has wavy, chin-length dark brown hair (more often than not thought to be black)with her bangs parted off to the left side the dark color making her eye color, a vibrant amber color, stand out more prominently. Anica dresses fairly modestly, her favorite attire being a royal blue lace-up top with long sleeves that flare out at the cuffs, a very dark purple flowing skirt that reaches her ankles, the color lightens the closer it gets to the hem, and has swirling golden embroidery near the hem and a pair of brown leather boots. Anica also wears a plain white sash around her waist, although it is not a constant accessory.
After she is enslaved a silver Romanian Orthodox Cross barrette is placed in her hair. Since it is both a holy symbol and has been blessed it subdues her powers greatly and binds her to her “owner.” That being said, her owner is the only person who can remove it without being harmed, and since she is a vampire she can't touch it without it burning her skin. As a physical reminder of her enslavement, she wears a black leather choker around her neck that looks more like a collar than anything, which slowly tightens if she disobeys or resists for a long period of time. In extreme cases, the cross in her hair threatens to burn away what remains of her soul.
He battered his tiny fist to feel something. Wondered what it’s like to touch and feel something.
Likes ►
-The literary works of Mihai Eminescu
-Mythology, Greek being one of her personal favorites
-Reading
-Ţuică
-Intelligent conversation
-Old traditions
-Folk music
-Fresh blood
Dislikes ►
-Sunlight
-Bright lights in general
-Being looked down on
-Being restricted
-Not being able to read or study
-Obnoxious people
-Slave traders
-blood from medical blood-bags
Strengths ►
-Increased stamina
Being a vampire gives her the ability to do manual labor for hours, perhaps even days on end if she if given an adequate amount of blood. Unfortunately, this makes her a very, very good slave.
-Increased speed
She can run almost faster than the eye can see, the only person able to see her running is, of course, her owner.
-Being able to read the thoughts and feelings of any person she touches
And ability she obtained after she was turned, Anica used this power to earn her living as a mystic, since she can accurately read what a person is thinking or what they're feeling as long as it is skin-on-skin contact. More potently, if she can touch the head or heart.
-Intelligent
Living for over five hundred years has given her ample time to study on culture, history, and even some languages of the world (she can speak Hungarian, German and Russian fluently). She has dabbled lightly in philosophy, but her strongest topics are no doubt mythology and folklore.
-Convincing
She is a creature that naturally has an almost insane amount of charisma, and over the years she has perfected the art of saying the right thing to get what she wants. Be it a bit of blood from a “willing” donater, or being allowed to go outside at night on occasion.
-Strong
Anica is about as strong as two average well-built human male when she is enslaved, and even stronger when she has full access to her powers.
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Weaknesses ►-Sunlight
Being in the sunlight weakens her, even more so when she is enslaved. When under ownership she runs the risk of collapsing after a set amount of time if she is in direct sunlight.
-Cross hair pin
She can't touch it without it hurting her, and for all intents and purposes it can and will be the death of her if she disobeys her master.
-Holy Places
She can't step foot in a holy place like a church, since being inside one amplifies the cross' power and makes the sensation several times more painful to her.
-Hunger
If she doesn't get her fill of human blood she is almost completely powerless; animal blood just doesn't cut it for her.
Dreams ►
-To be free
She hates being enslaved, and wants nothing more than to return to her homeland.
Fears ►
She only has one fear: her owner. Although she would never admit to it a loud, she knows what kind of power her owner has over her, and that he could destroy her whenever he sees fit. The fact that her live can be so easily thrown away, by a /human/ of all things, terrifies her.
Personality ►
Anica is a noblewoman right down to her core, and it shows in the way she speaks and acts; very formally. She can seem stand-offish to some due to her long existence on this planet, frankly put: humans have long, long since bored her. She is intelligent and is more than capable of carrying on a debate for a long period of time, and takes great joy in winning said debates (especially when her opponent persists in trying to out-smart her). Because she is so old and comes fro a noble family, Anica is a little egotistical, and more often than not disregards the thoughts and opinions of those who she believes to be below her and isn't afraid of vocally belittling them.
Unlike the common stereotype of her race, Anica feels no regret about being a vampire, she has long since became desensitized to that fact. More to the point she chose to become a vampire of her own free will.
To the ones who manage to interest her, Anica will pay a great deal of attention to, and if you manage to beat her in an intelligent debate you will forever earn her respect, although so far that hasn't happened.
History ►Once upon a time, Anica was known by a few individuals very close to the Wallachian royal family as Lady Anica Daciana Drăculea of Transylvania, the history-forgotten first wife of Vlad III and mother of Mihnea cel Rău. Her marriage to Vlad III was kept so secret due to the fact that she was not of royal birth, despite coming from a very royal family, Vlad II had no interest in marrying his son to one not of royal lineage. Despite this, and the six year age difference between the two, Vlad III and Anica were married. What happy marriage they could have had was not meant to last however, with the impending war with the Ottoman Empire looming over the horizon and absolutely no knowledge about combat and war, Anica had no choice but to separate from her beloved husband and flee to Poenari Castle, where she would remain until she staged her own death during the Siege of Poenari Castle.
At this time however, the couple had discovered the key to immortality, in exchange for their own humanity (although Anica didn't turn herself until after her son was born) and a desire for human blood. From that point on, Anica stayed undercover, offering services as a mystic to make a living. Despite Vlad being a vampire at this point, he was still the crown prince of Wallachia, and thusly had to take another bride since Anica was believed to be dead. As much as she understood her beloved position and his duty to lead the people, it still pained her to know that the chances of them meeting again were fairly slim; since Anica had gone from being a noblewoman to a street-urchin in what seemed to be overnight.
Her once peaceful life was not to last however, since eventually it was discovered that she was a genuine vampire, and after many human casualties she was finally caught and shipped off to be sold to the highest bidder.
Monster, how should I feel? Creatures lie here, looking through the window…
Roleplay Sample ►
”Ladies and gentlemen of noble families; come one and come all! I have a very special gift that I would like to give to you, to the highest bidder, I should say.” The auctioneer chuckled. From inside her cage Anica growled, fighting against the cuffs that tied her wrists behind her back, ignoring the burning that came with her struggles. The human that had finally captured her had the ropes blessed, if they were just simple ropes she could have snapped them as easily as it was to ear a strand of hair a apart. She had let her guard down, a foolish mistake. Even more disgraceful was the fact that up until now she had been avoiding capture for over decades; even when the whole world was in a frenzy about owning a mythological creature, to keep them as servants; as /pets./
The sheet that had been draped over the cage was lifted away, and Anica could feel hands at the back of her head, removing the silk blind-fold that had been tied. “I give you a genuine vampire, straight from Romania!” The auctioneer declared proudly to the crowd of gathered nobles. “Don't let her looks deceive you, I guarantee you she is the purest form of vampire,” he continued, opening the door of her cage and giving the chain attached to the shackle around her neck. When Anica didn't move the auctioneer gave another good, hard tug, sending the girl nearly face down onto the floor of the cage, although she managed to keep her balance. As if tying her down with blessed chains weren't enough, this... /filth/ had the audacity to barley give her enough human blood to function properly. She was tired... drained, her powers were already repressed enough as it was. If only she had a little more blood.. then he could sink her fangs into the pulsing veins in this little whelps neck.
“Come closer, come closer,” the auctioneer beckoned a few individuals who had been intrigued enough to come closer to the pair. Two fat fingers intruded Anica's mouth, and she tried to hiss around them and tugged on the chain around her neck. “Ah there, see? She is quite the feisty one! And look here,” he pushed away some of her lips and tilted her head to the side with the hand that still held the chain. “Beautiful fangs! Long, sharp, I'll tell ya: I good handful of my boys felt those fangs!” Anica shook she fingers out of her mouth and growled at the auctioneer, pulling against the chains on her wrists which were securely attached to the floor of her cage.
“Your 'boys' as you call them are the only reason I didn't feed on you when I had the chance.” She snarled, “filth like you could never stand a chance against me alone! You sent /cannon-fodder/ to fight for you!”
“You say that my dear...” the auctioneer began, grabbing Anica's chin tightly and forcing her to look up at him. “And yet here you are. Standing before a crowd of people, some willing to buy you.”
“I am NOT some nobelman's prized pet!” Anica screeched, tugging hard enough at the chains at her wrists to make the cage scrape against the ground a fraction of an inch, the concrete of the floor crack and the auctioneer take a step back in shock, although he quickly regained his composure.
“She is still quite feisty...” he mumbled before turning back to the crowd. “You may be asking yourselves after that little... display how are you to tame this fearsome creature? That, my friends, is very simple.” He reached into his suit jacket and pulled out a small, silver cross and held it up for the crowd to see. “This cross has been blessed in the Vatican City and soaked in holy water from that sacred place. You simply place the cross in its hair like so,” the auctioneer yanked the chain in his hand, pulling Anica forward. Right into the sunlight.
The Romanian shrieked in pain and sank to her knees (it had happened sooner than expected... it wasn't supposed to happen this quickly!), allowing the man to easily place the cross in her hair before lifting her limp form up by the back of her shirt and guiding her back into shade, where she was at least a little safer than she was in direct sunlight.
“I'll come looking for you...” Anica swore to the auctioneer in a hushed tone, her breathing labored from the sudden direct contact to the sun. “You /will/ rue the day you came across me, you worthless cur. I swear it.” Her threat went on deaf ears as the auctioneer quickly started haggling for the highest price, a surprising amount of people all scrambling over each other to outbid each other and claim their prize. Anica dedicated every detail of this wretched man to memory. She would catch him, feed on him in the most painful way she could think of. His blood would taste the sweetest.
The sheet that had been draped over the cage was lifted away, and Anica could feel hands at the back of her head, removing the silk blind-fold that had been tied. “I give you a genuine vampire, straight from Romania!” The auctioneer declared proudly to the crowd of gathered nobles. “Don't let her looks deceive you, I guarantee you she is the purest form of vampire,” he continued, opening the door of her cage and giving the chain attached to the shackle around her neck. When Anica didn't move the auctioneer gave another good, hard tug, sending the girl nearly face down onto the floor of the cage, although she managed to keep her balance. As if tying her down with blessed chains weren't enough, this... /filth/ had the audacity to barley give her enough human blood to function properly. She was tired... drained, her powers were already repressed enough as it was. If only she had a little more blood.. then he could sink her fangs into the pulsing veins in this little whelps neck.
“Come closer, come closer,” the auctioneer beckoned a few individuals who had been intrigued enough to come closer to the pair. Two fat fingers intruded Anica's mouth, and she tried to hiss around them and tugged on the chain around her neck. “Ah there, see? She is quite the feisty one! And look here,” he pushed away some of her lips and tilted her head to the side with the hand that still held the chain. “Beautiful fangs! Long, sharp, I'll tell ya: I good handful of my boys felt those fangs!” Anica shook she fingers out of her mouth and growled at the auctioneer, pulling against the chains on her wrists which were securely attached to the floor of her cage.
“Your 'boys' as you call them are the only reason I didn't feed on you when I had the chance.” She snarled, “filth like you could never stand a chance against me alone! You sent /cannon-fodder/ to fight for you!”
“You say that my dear...” the auctioneer began, grabbing Anica's chin tightly and forcing her to look up at him. “And yet here you are. Standing before a crowd of people, some willing to buy you.”
“I am NOT some nobelman's prized pet!” Anica screeched, tugging hard enough at the chains at her wrists to make the cage scrape against the ground a fraction of an inch, the concrete of the floor crack and the auctioneer take a step back in shock, although he quickly regained his composure.
“She is still quite feisty...” he mumbled before turning back to the crowd. “You may be asking yourselves after that little... display how are you to tame this fearsome creature? That, my friends, is very simple.” He reached into his suit jacket and pulled out a small, silver cross and held it up for the crowd to see. “This cross has been blessed in the Vatican City and soaked in holy water from that sacred place. You simply place the cross in its hair like so,” the auctioneer yanked the chain in his hand, pulling Anica forward. Right into the sunlight.
The Romanian shrieked in pain and sank to her knees (it had happened sooner than expected... it wasn't supposed to happen this quickly!), allowing the man to easily place the cross in her hair before lifting her limp form up by the back of her shirt and guiding her back into shade, where she was at least a little safer than she was in direct sunlight.
“I'll come looking for you...” Anica swore to the auctioneer in a hushed tone, her breathing labored from the sudden direct contact to the sun. “You /will/ rue the day you came across me, you worthless cur. I swear it.” Her threat went on deaf ears as the auctioneer quickly started haggling for the highest price, a surprising amount of people all scrambling over each other to outbid each other and claim their prize. Anica dedicated every detail of this wretched man to memory. She would catch him, feed on him in the most painful way she could think of. His blood would taste the sweetest.
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