Post by Amara de Lutaire on Jul 2, 2009 1:18:54 GMT -7
Tell us about yourself:
Name: Amara
Age: 500 years old
Birthplace: Europe
Group species: Vampire
Gender: Female
Allignment: Neutral
Appearance:
Hair: Blonde
Eyes: Blue
Unique/Exotic Features:
Myself, or my char? LoL. It's Willow.....again....How did you find us?: Been here for a while now.
Name: Amara
Age: 500 years old
Birthplace: Europe
Group species: Vampire
Gender: Female
Allignment: Neutral
Appearance:
Amara is pale, blonde, and alluring. She usually dresses in antiue or victorian era clothing, with her hair up in intricate designs.Height/Weight: 5'9" 145lbs
Hair: Blonde
Eyes: Blue
Unique/Exotic Features:
Unearthly beautyImage:
Model:
NonePersonal belongings/weaponry:
Demon magickPersonality:
Amara is neutral, caring neither for one side or the other. She simply exsists, timeless. She can be hot or cold depending on the nature of one who approaches her. She has impecable manners.Likes:
Blood, witchcraft, interesting individuals.Dislikes:
Death, ChaosStrengths:
Speed, agility, strength, heightened senses, hypnotism, demon magick.Weaknesses:
Amara is essentially immortal due to her meddling with demons as a young witch. Shortly after she was imbued with immortality by the demons (she still has her soul), she was turned into a vampire. The demon magicks prevented her from losing her soul, though she is, in truth a vampire now. Stakes, Holy Water, sunlight, fire, ect. cannot kill her. Decapitation can put her down, so long as the head and body remain separated, though her spirit would continue on in the body. (creepy!)
Her age, and her psyche. Her mind and powers play tricks on her, often leading her to bouts of insanity.Special Abilities:
Demon magick. Aside from her vampiric powers, she is able to kindle specific kinds of dark magick dealing with demonic energy.History:
Amara was born in the 1500's in Europe, near the place Glastonbury was later errected. Her family farmed, and had plenty of acreage. They weren't wealthy, but still considered well-to-do. Amara's mother was a witch, and so Amara was as well. Her skills lead her to the royal court, in which she aided the battles against the Saxtons. It was Amara's tutelage that earned Merlin a place in history, as she introduced him to demon magicks.Sample RP:
Time passed quickly for Amara, working under the King's rule, and she delved deeper into demon magicks. In time, she was approached by a heirarchal demon who offered her unending life. Intrigued by the proposal, Amara took precautions to insure her soul would remain intact. She believed it was her soul, her spirit which kindled the magicks so effectively. Bartering with the demons earned her immortality. Death will not come to her from age, sword, or fire. Lysette, a newly transformed vampire, had heard of Amara and her demon magicks. Because the vampire strain is demonic in nature, Lysette sought out Amara hoping to find a way to keep her soul though she'd been turned. Their working was successful in the end, and both women kept in contact over the years to come.
In the early 1800's, Amara had lived for nearly 300 years, and the world had changed much, and yet Amara was more or less the same. In France she happened upon a nest of vampires. Though she effectively used her magicks to stave off an attack, in the end, one managed to grab her and succeeded in transforming her. Now Amara is host to the demon that makes her a vampire, and yet still finds herself able to kindle demon magicks, and retaining her soul.
She is unique, truly one of a kind, as no other being on Earth, or in Hell for that matter, is like her. At times she's lonely due to this fact. Amara remains neutral, serving neither one side or the other. Though, she will waste no time dispatching of one who attempts to take her hard earned life....or rather, unlife.
Amara
Hours, days, weeks, months, years....they all blur together in Amara's mind. One who has existed this long is apt to find herself lost to bouts of insanity. She sits at a vanity in her room, spine straight as she weaves her delicate, blonde braids into an elaborate pattern atop her head. Her room is but one of many in her vast mansion, though she needs no such place. Satisfied with her hair, she stands, smoothing the silk fabric of her gown before padding down the stone stairway in her bare feet.
The large, empty rooms sadden her. She has plenty of space, and none to share it with. She longs to find someone like her, someone that can relate. It's similar to her longing for blood. She does not kill to servive, and can go long periods without drinking blood, but the bloodlust is always there, beneath the surface. Instead, she takes only a little drink from those she passes in the streets or other public places. A quick spell, or use of her vampiric powers can lure an unsuspecting mortal to a secluded spot of Amara's chosing. There she will feed, but only a little, leaving the victim unharmed. Her saliva will close the wounds, and her victim remembers nothing, save perhaps having stolen a kiss from a beautiful young maiden.
Able to walk in sunlight, Amara choses this morning to walk along the beach. There are a few others around, further down, but Amara pays them no mind. She does not hunger today, instead she seeks one who might interest her. Someone who can break this monotony of boredom that has become Amara's life.
