Post by Maricul on Jul 7, 2010 5:54:57 GMT -7
First Name: Maricul
Last Name: Unknown
Middle Name: Unknown
Age: 550 (Appears to be 18.)
Height/Weight: Maricul stands at five feet five inches and one hundred and eighteen pounds.
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Dark Brown
Character description/personality: Maricul has the saying, "If you're good to me then I'll be really good to you." Basically she's able to hold up a civil conversation even if she comes off as depression all the time, because she is, or ramble on about something unimportant like a crazy person. Maricul finds herself to be worthless, to find life to be pointless and sees no purpose to her pathetic existence and is hell-bent she'll fail no matter what she does or who it's against so why bother? Deep down she wants death but her instincts prevent her from killing herself or just allowing something else to kill her. The only thing she feels worth her time is sex with men, and the blood that comes afterwords.
Persuasion: Evil
Type of Creature: Vampire
Powers: Superhuman Strength; Don't let her small size fool you. Maricul possesses enough superhuman strength to crush metal like tissue paper, pick up heavy objects like cars and street lamps to use as weapons and slice through human flesh like knife through butter making her a deadly foe in close quarters combat.
Superhuman Speed; Through the years 'The Seductress' developed her supernatural speed to 'superhuman' heights. Now more than fast enough to keep up with her elder sister and go from one Country to the other within seconds, Maricul to the untrained eye won't even be seen moving while those faster but not as good at tracking speed will at least see a narrow blue beam of light dancing around the air.
Endurance; Maricul can take one hell of a beat down. She can catch a rocket, have it explode in her face and the most it would do would stun her momentary and she can also endure heavy amounts of torture that would make others scream in pain.
Regeneration; Maricul can regenerate damage from normal weapons instantly. Being one of the purest vampires in existence for being created by The No life King she has built up a certain immunity to the vampire weaknesses and can regenerate damage even from some silver blessed weapons but the stronger the blessing the longer it takes.
Vampire Senses; Maricul can see things from far away as if her eyes were a pair of binoculars or a scope on a sniper rifle. She can stretch herself out throughout a city with her hearing and her smell can pick up the scent of individuals and their blood and be able to recognize each scent with ease.
Drinking Blood; Maricul can see the memories of her victims through the blood of their victims but can no longer create Familiars.
Seduction; It is what she is famous for. Maricul has the ability to bring many men, and some time even women, down to their knees and willingly sleep with her, it is then she makes her move and drain them of their blood. This is done through the use of hormonal manipulation.
Weaknesses: Addiction; Through the years Maricul have grown a strong addiction to both sex and blood, to the point that she can be no better than a junkie. This greatly affects her judgment and can be used as a means to manipulate her if she had gone without either for too long.
Broken Will; After having her will shattered through sorrow and repeated failures Maricul has a very low opinion of herself. Thinking the only thing she was ever good at is sex Maricul doesn't bother to use any of her abilities to their fullest thinking herself too pathetic as a fighter to be able to use them correctly. Entirely convinced that no matter how hard she tries she'll always lose, regardless of the opponent and thus, making all her abilities useless.
Madness; 500+ years is a long time to live. Maricul is no longer as 'sane' as she used to be. Far from it. The girl is cracked and it can show in social settings.
Vampire; Like many vampires Maricul can be harmed through the used of strong blessed weapons, especially when they're silver, crosses that are blessed can repel her away, holy water on her skin would be like acid on human skin, being drained of blood would kill her.
History: They say you're just dropped into this world at birth. You have no choice whether or not you want to live, where you're dropped off and who your family is. Some people in the world are more fortunate than others. They are brought into a warm loving household with parents that love and care for them. Others are brought into families with parents who don't give a shit about them, or to more extreme fathers that abuse them.
This story is the latter.
The year is 1459, the place a small village located somewhere in Europe that was blocked off to the rest of the world. Led by Priests the village was dictated under the Christian Religion and nobody were allowed to leave the village; only the men during hunting season and even they were instructed not to wander too far away and could not leave with a Priest escorting them. They created the definition of 'shelter child'. Nobody dared question their ways. Those who did questioned the ways of God, and that was a no-no.
Maricul was born to Saul and Mary. She was not a planned child like her older sister of seven years, Ranko, she just happened unexpectedly. Maricul would be brought up by a man studying to become a Priest and one day would head the Church and govern the laws of the town. But deep down in his black heart Saul cared not for the 'Word' of God or the Religion itself. It was all just stepping stones to power, to increase his image. And anything that threatened to harm his image was dealt with severely. Unfortunately for Maricul, she threatened his 'perfect' image.
Maricul was not like the others in the village, she would ask questions out of curiosity and be punished because of it. Mari didn't understand why her father was so cruel to her or why her mother would just stand idly by and not even try to defend her. She didn't understand how the world works nor the Religion she was born into. It got to the point where finally her father snapped, took her out in the backyard, grabbed a black whip and beat her with it. Leaving painful scars on her back. Nobody came to her rescue, nobody paid attention to the screams of agony that came from her lips. Tears fell down her stream and she was unable to lay down on her back after the beatings. Nobody cared, and those who did were powerless to stop it and she still didn't understand why.
The other kids began to tease her for her ignorance and stupidity. On top of everything else Maricul was unable to carry her own weight. She needed help with tasks most of the other girls around her age knew how to do. A feeling of worthlessness rushed over her as she was on the verge of snapping. It was then when somebody in her life finally took a stand. Her older sister, who through the years had began to overtake a strange transformation herself. The once emerald green eyes had turn crimson red and she appeared as if possessed by a demon. Not even her father dared laid a hand on her like he did with her younger sister.
Ranko protected her from the other villagers and their father. Acting as both sister and mother to the girl for a couple of years. They bonded and became very close friends on top of being flesh and blood. Ranko helped to make Maricul's life there better. Still far from perfect, but slowly getting better. Fate would have other plans for these sisters. After Maricul's 18th Birthday she would find Ranko in the Church while it was empty, holding a strange looking sword that glowed a faint red aura around it. When Ranko looked into her eyes with a cold emotionless glance Maricul knew in a heart-beat that her loving sister was dead. All that remained was an emotionless being which attempted to take her life, and her soul as the weapon she wielded were fully capable of absorbing the souls of people with each slash.
Maricul only survived due to other members of the town entering the building and interrupting this death-match between kin. Ranko then attacked them and unleashed her fury onto the village before doing what no other woman have ever done before, leave the city and explore the outside world. Maricul was left heart-broken at her sister's betrayal and abandoned. Their father was furious and took it all out on Maricul, giving her the worst beating he had ever given her before going to sleep. After taking the time to lick her wounds Maricul decided she finally had enough of this place! She would be the second person to do what no one else has done before in the village, leave. With nothing but the clothes on her back Maricul set off into the unknown praying to find a better world. Anything had to be better than this. Right?
Wrong.
Maricul would have misfortune of running into perhaps the worst monster on the face of the planet. A creature that was quite the warrior even before becoming a monster. Dracula. One night as the blood lust grew he would find a wandering Maricul and drink from her blood, mixing their blood together and creating another being of his curse. In the year 1477 Maricul humanity was washed away and all that remained was the vampire.
Maricul would have the 'pleasure' of learning how to use her abilities from Dracula himself. Over time Mari became attached to her Master even after drinking his blood when offered to her in order to become a true creature of the undead. With more time passed Maricul had fallen in love with the beast. Amazed that she can still feel such an emotion when her heart no longer made a beat. Maricul wanted so very badly to be his, to be seen as an equal in his eyes. Maricul did the one thing she thought would exalt her to that status. Kill. Maricul decided the best way to start would be with her hometown. She returned to her village, slaughtered everybody in the village ruthlessly before coming to her parents. Maricul mother begged for mercy, apologizing for years of neglect on her part, making what Maricul saw to just be excuses.
It didn't matter in the end. Maricul slammed her hard against the nearby wall and drank her blood. Unlike the others Maricul drank hers slower, as slow as possible, savoring every last drop of her blood and prolonging her death for as long as she could. Wanting to give her mother more than enough time to think about everything she had done to her before the life left her eyes. Maricul didn't know it then but that was the beginning of her true addiction to blood. Mari then moved on to her father and spent hours torturing him. She even grabbed his own whip and beat him with it! After beating him within an inch of his own life she finally took it away but unlike the others she would do more than simply drink his blood. Maricul created her first Familiar with this man. Cursing her father to serve her forever against his will and never finding true peace in the afterlife.
Maricul continued to kill, building her power as she went along. She killed as many people as she thought needed to win favor in her Master's eye. After a while though her desires got the best of her. Not getting the 'one' thing she wanted from her Master she began to seek it elsewhere. Maricul began preying on young men, seducing them with her beauty and having sex with them. In each boy she saw her Master and made love to them as she would with him, moments before drinking their blood, drinking it slowly each time to savor the moment. Drinking the blood in that matter gave her an even bigger rush than the sex itself. Maricul was soon addicted to the blood, and the sex.
It seem that all these killings still weren't enough to win favor with Dracula so she decided to do even more. Maricul began torturing her victims in the worst ways possible, creating genocide in villages before burning them down to the ground, growing stronger which each kill, and still, nothing. Nothing at all. Maricul finally lashed out at her Master demanding to know what it would take to win favor with him, to be an equal. He laughed at her and then she finally lost it. Attacking the man that created her. Of course he wasn't Vlad the Impaler for nothing. Maricul was easily defeated and forced into a retreat or face death by the same man that created her. Heart broken, if that was even possible given her heart's current condition, for the second time Maricul began to wander the world on her own. For real this time.
Near the end of the 16th Century Maricul would run into her older sister once again, still possessing the same soul devouring weapon as before. Wanting revenge for their last encounter Maricul challenged her to battle, using EVERYTHING she learned against her. It was a battle where neither one of them truly gained and advantage until the very end, Maricul slipped up and Ranko took full advantage, defeating her younger sister for the second time in their lives. But when Ranko had the chance to kill Maricul she didn't take it and instead left Maricul wounded. Maricul was confused and shrugged her sister's inability to kill her off as weakness.
During the 17th Century (1600s) Maricul spent most of it during what she did best. Having sex and killing them afterwords. Also Maricul began to look at the women she saw in her travels. The ones who were weak; physically, mentally and both. They were beautiful to Maricul, she saw so much of herself in them. She didn't want them to be weak anymore, she wanted to help make them stronger, beautiful, forever. Maricul offered one woman a better life, while being vague, and when the woman accepted her offer Maricul mixed their blood, creating her first vampire since being changed. This woman would later be known as 'The Genocide'. A master swordsman that leaves a massive genocide of bodies wherever she went.
Maricul would continue to seek out weak women and make them immortal, make them strong. She would not be like her Master. Maricul would show them all the love that her own Master never showed them. Treating and seeing them all as her equals. They hunted in packs, killing and torturing together like one big happy family. Maricul even allowed the ones that were in love with her to lay with her, even if she couldn't return their feelings she would give them her body. No matter how much she came to hate him, Maricul's heart would always belong to her former Master. Always.
Like always tragedy would find it way back to Maricul's life and destroy those around her. Once again she would run into her older sister, now dub as 'The Red Devil' or 'Lady in Red' and Ranko would single handily kill all of the members of her pack without mercy. The only ones that survived the assault, excluding Maricul herself, were her three greatest warriors; The Genocide, The Tormentor and The Grim Reaper. Each vampire having been named by Maricul for their own specialties in battle. Maricul vowed vengeance on her elder sister and went off on her own in search for more power to complete his vow.
Maricul would spend THE ENTIRE 18th Century building up her power. Learning the dark arts of Witchcraft and any spells she could get her hands on, wanting to learn every and any edge she could to not only get revenge on Ranko but to conquer her enemies as well. No longer would she be seen as weak but an all powerful 'god-like' creature to be feared! Maricul would find herself one step closer to this goal when she learned of the 'Witch Within' which came with the power to harness Mother Nature as a weapon, see into the very souls of people and so much more. It was a century well spent as by the beginning of the 19th Century she had mastered it and began her search for Ranko.
Maricul found The Red Devil in the new Country, America, and challenged her to a fight to the death. The two of them went on for hours, Maricul coming ever so close to victory and yet, even despite all her new found power Ranko was still able to come out the winner through skill, intelligence and her sword ability to break through black magic. Maricul was defeated for what looked to be the last time, but once again, Ranko was unable to land the finishing blow on her own flesh and blood and left her there. Maricul, feeling useless at not being able to avenge her fallen comrades, went back to the one thing that made her feel good.
Sex.
Little did Maricul know she would make a career out of it. A legacy even. Once she came to London in the late 19th Century she continued to prey on young men, seducing them slowly until they bent to her will, making love to her only to be killed by her after. She would be known as 'The Seductress', mothers would fear that their sons would be seduced by the monster and taken from them. Maricul enjoyed the stories she heard about her. Humans talking about just how terrible this 'Seductress' being was, while all that 'The Seductress' was among them, hearing the stories, smelling their fear. It was the prime of her life. Nothing would ever beat her time in London. The Seductress would be a title she would keep.
But all good things must come to an end. Word of her reached the ears of a Vampire Hunter said to have defeated Count Dracula himself in combat. Abraham Van Helsing. Hearing that he defeated her former Master Maricul wanted revenge. Wanting a chance to redeem herself for past failures. Maricul lured him in by having him believe she was going after one boy when all along it was him he wanted. She attempted to seduce the man but he was strong enough to resist her seduction and defeat her as he did her former Master. Once again she was defeated. Once again she had failed. And once again Maricul would go to a new land, America, and drown her sorrows in sex and blood.
Failure after failure begins to puts its tow on you after a while. The Seductress finally decided to settle down here in America. As much as a vampire could really. Deciding to find a mate, a man she could spend eternity with. Somebody to help fill the empty void in her life now that her sister abandoned her, her Master never caring about her and her vampires being around no more. During the 20th Century Maricul would find herself an African American. Unlike the rest of the Country at this time she could care less about color. She found his dark skin to be highly attractive. Maricul took him aside and after the usual seduction they slept together. It was there that she sired him and took him for a mate. The first, and only, man she ever sired.
They did everything together; hunted, killed, tortured and even seduced. He would seduce the females while she continued to seduce and kill the men. Both of them shared a great passion for blood and sex as they lived to see many wars and life-changing events leading into the 21st Century. Maricul was slowly beginning to love her chosen mate, feeling that she could finally get over her former Master. Feeling that she could finally find happiness in this damned life of hers. But fate once again was hell-bent on making Maricul's life miserable.
The Seductress would find her sister a shell of her former self. The once proud female warrior that slaughtered her vampire warriors and defeated her four times were now in need of a straight jacket. Not being able to hold a conversation all Ranko could do was talk about 'paradoxes' and 'green eyes' claiming they were staring at her. Not being able to stand her sister's condition, yet not being able to kill her, Maricul took her and looked after her. Both Maricul and her lover were like parents taking care of their deranged child. It wasn't perfect like before but it was still better than her past. All would change the day she and her lover got into a fight with members of a local vampire gang in a city they resided in. Finding them to be weak they killed them and went about their business afterwords. However that would not be the end of it. While Maricul was out the gang would attack her lover, killing him in the process. After that they raped Ranko for hours before finally killing her. Maricul would come home to find her lovers a pile of ashes and her sister a cold dead corpse.
They had made the last mistake of their immortal lives.
Maricul would find them and unleash ALL her power upon them. Summoning the Witch Within after going years without using it. The building in which they lived were to be choked by giant size snake familiars. One even grabbed one of the vampires by their mouth and fought for him with another snake until they both ripped him in two before swallowing him whole. Maricul take the form of tiny spiders and slipped through the air vents to get inside the building. Killing each member of the gang in the worst ways she could think of. Ripping out one spine and flogging him with his own spine, ripping off other limbs and causing their insides to explode with a simple glance. She found the leader of the gang, blew off his feet and raped him for hours on end before finally killing him.
Maricul had finally avenged the death of a loved one however it was moot. Maricul will was broken. She held herself solely responsible for the death of her sister and the death of her lover. To make matters worse she would be challenged by an unknown warrior that wanted to test her skill and power. She refused but the warrior wouldn't take no for an answer. It forced her into a fight and proved to be much stronger than one would ever think, forcing her to unleash every single ability she had, until finally unleashing the Witch Within but even with all of that the warrior came out on top. After mocking her the warrior performed some kind of spell that drained her of the abilities that took years to develop and shattered them all in the blink of an eye. Maricul looked on helplessly as her life's work was destroyed and the warrior vanished.
Maricul was left as nothing more but an empty shell and the usual vampire abilities.
The Seductress now knew that she was worthless.
Not good to anybody.
A failure as a fighter and a failure as a vampire.
Knowing this once and for all she wanted to die but feared death too much to take her own life or allowed anybody else to.
Instead she would return to the one thing she was good at.
Sex.
Canon or Original?: Original
Character is from (series, book, creator, or author, if it applies): Original
Last Name: Unknown
Middle Name: Unknown
Age: 550 (Appears to be 18.)
Height/Weight: Maricul stands at five feet five inches and one hundred and eighteen pounds.
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Dark Brown
Character description/personality: Maricul has the saying, "If you're good to me then I'll be really good to you." Basically she's able to hold up a civil conversation even if she comes off as depression all the time, because she is, or ramble on about something unimportant like a crazy person. Maricul finds herself to be worthless, to find life to be pointless and sees no purpose to her pathetic existence and is hell-bent she'll fail no matter what she does or who it's against so why bother? Deep down she wants death but her instincts prevent her from killing herself or just allowing something else to kill her. The only thing she feels worth her time is sex with men, and the blood that comes afterwords.
Persuasion: Evil
Type of Creature: Vampire
Powers: Superhuman Strength; Don't let her small size fool you. Maricul possesses enough superhuman strength to crush metal like tissue paper, pick up heavy objects like cars and street lamps to use as weapons and slice through human flesh like knife through butter making her a deadly foe in close quarters combat.
Superhuman Speed; Through the years 'The Seductress' developed her supernatural speed to 'superhuman' heights. Now more than fast enough to keep up with her elder sister and go from one Country to the other within seconds, Maricul to the untrained eye won't even be seen moving while those faster but not as good at tracking speed will at least see a narrow blue beam of light dancing around the air.
Endurance; Maricul can take one hell of a beat down. She can catch a rocket, have it explode in her face and the most it would do would stun her momentary and she can also endure heavy amounts of torture that would make others scream in pain.
Regeneration; Maricul can regenerate damage from normal weapons instantly. Being one of the purest vampires in existence for being created by The No life King she has built up a certain immunity to the vampire weaknesses and can regenerate damage even from some silver blessed weapons but the stronger the blessing the longer it takes.
Vampire Senses; Maricul can see things from far away as if her eyes were a pair of binoculars or a scope on a sniper rifle. She can stretch herself out throughout a city with her hearing and her smell can pick up the scent of individuals and their blood and be able to recognize each scent with ease.
Drinking Blood; Maricul can see the memories of her victims through the blood of their victims but can no longer create Familiars.
Seduction; It is what she is famous for. Maricul has the ability to bring many men, and some time even women, down to their knees and willingly sleep with her, it is then she makes her move and drain them of their blood. This is done through the use of hormonal manipulation.
Weaknesses: Addiction; Through the years Maricul have grown a strong addiction to both sex and blood, to the point that she can be no better than a junkie. This greatly affects her judgment and can be used as a means to manipulate her if she had gone without either for too long.
Broken Will; After having her will shattered through sorrow and repeated failures Maricul has a very low opinion of herself. Thinking the only thing she was ever good at is sex Maricul doesn't bother to use any of her abilities to their fullest thinking herself too pathetic as a fighter to be able to use them correctly. Entirely convinced that no matter how hard she tries she'll always lose, regardless of the opponent and thus, making all her abilities useless.
Madness; 500+ years is a long time to live. Maricul is no longer as 'sane' as she used to be. Far from it. The girl is cracked and it can show in social settings.
Vampire; Like many vampires Maricul can be harmed through the used of strong blessed weapons, especially when they're silver, crosses that are blessed can repel her away, holy water on her skin would be like acid on human skin, being drained of blood would kill her.
History: They say you're just dropped into this world at birth. You have no choice whether or not you want to live, where you're dropped off and who your family is. Some people in the world are more fortunate than others. They are brought into a warm loving household with parents that love and care for them. Others are brought into families with parents who don't give a shit about them, or to more extreme fathers that abuse them.
This story is the latter.
The year is 1459, the place a small village located somewhere in Europe that was blocked off to the rest of the world. Led by Priests the village was dictated under the Christian Religion and nobody were allowed to leave the village; only the men during hunting season and even they were instructed not to wander too far away and could not leave with a Priest escorting them. They created the definition of 'shelter child'. Nobody dared question their ways. Those who did questioned the ways of God, and that was a no-no.
Maricul was born to Saul and Mary. She was not a planned child like her older sister of seven years, Ranko, she just happened unexpectedly. Maricul would be brought up by a man studying to become a Priest and one day would head the Church and govern the laws of the town. But deep down in his black heart Saul cared not for the 'Word' of God or the Religion itself. It was all just stepping stones to power, to increase his image. And anything that threatened to harm his image was dealt with severely. Unfortunately for Maricul, she threatened his 'perfect' image.
Maricul was not like the others in the village, she would ask questions out of curiosity and be punished because of it. Mari didn't understand why her father was so cruel to her or why her mother would just stand idly by and not even try to defend her. She didn't understand how the world works nor the Religion she was born into. It got to the point where finally her father snapped, took her out in the backyard, grabbed a black whip and beat her with it. Leaving painful scars on her back. Nobody came to her rescue, nobody paid attention to the screams of agony that came from her lips. Tears fell down her stream and she was unable to lay down on her back after the beatings. Nobody cared, and those who did were powerless to stop it and she still didn't understand why.
The other kids began to tease her for her ignorance and stupidity. On top of everything else Maricul was unable to carry her own weight. She needed help with tasks most of the other girls around her age knew how to do. A feeling of worthlessness rushed over her as she was on the verge of snapping. It was then when somebody in her life finally took a stand. Her older sister, who through the years had began to overtake a strange transformation herself. The once emerald green eyes had turn crimson red and she appeared as if possessed by a demon. Not even her father dared laid a hand on her like he did with her younger sister.
Ranko protected her from the other villagers and their father. Acting as both sister and mother to the girl for a couple of years. They bonded and became very close friends on top of being flesh and blood. Ranko helped to make Maricul's life there better. Still far from perfect, but slowly getting better. Fate would have other plans for these sisters. After Maricul's 18th Birthday she would find Ranko in the Church while it was empty, holding a strange looking sword that glowed a faint red aura around it. When Ranko looked into her eyes with a cold emotionless glance Maricul knew in a heart-beat that her loving sister was dead. All that remained was an emotionless being which attempted to take her life, and her soul as the weapon she wielded were fully capable of absorbing the souls of people with each slash.
Maricul only survived due to other members of the town entering the building and interrupting this death-match between kin. Ranko then attacked them and unleashed her fury onto the village before doing what no other woman have ever done before, leave the city and explore the outside world. Maricul was left heart-broken at her sister's betrayal and abandoned. Their father was furious and took it all out on Maricul, giving her the worst beating he had ever given her before going to sleep. After taking the time to lick her wounds Maricul decided she finally had enough of this place! She would be the second person to do what no one else has done before in the village, leave. With nothing but the clothes on her back Maricul set off into the unknown praying to find a better world. Anything had to be better than this. Right?
Wrong.
Maricul would have misfortune of running into perhaps the worst monster on the face of the planet. A creature that was quite the warrior even before becoming a monster. Dracula. One night as the blood lust grew he would find a wandering Maricul and drink from her blood, mixing their blood together and creating another being of his curse. In the year 1477 Maricul humanity was washed away and all that remained was the vampire.
Maricul would have the 'pleasure' of learning how to use her abilities from Dracula himself. Over time Mari became attached to her Master even after drinking his blood when offered to her in order to become a true creature of the undead. With more time passed Maricul had fallen in love with the beast. Amazed that she can still feel such an emotion when her heart no longer made a beat. Maricul wanted so very badly to be his, to be seen as an equal in his eyes. Maricul did the one thing she thought would exalt her to that status. Kill. Maricul decided the best way to start would be with her hometown. She returned to her village, slaughtered everybody in the village ruthlessly before coming to her parents. Maricul mother begged for mercy, apologizing for years of neglect on her part, making what Maricul saw to just be excuses.
It didn't matter in the end. Maricul slammed her hard against the nearby wall and drank her blood. Unlike the others Maricul drank hers slower, as slow as possible, savoring every last drop of her blood and prolonging her death for as long as she could. Wanting to give her mother more than enough time to think about everything she had done to her before the life left her eyes. Maricul didn't know it then but that was the beginning of her true addiction to blood. Mari then moved on to her father and spent hours torturing him. She even grabbed his own whip and beat him with it! After beating him within an inch of his own life she finally took it away but unlike the others she would do more than simply drink his blood. Maricul created her first Familiar with this man. Cursing her father to serve her forever against his will and never finding true peace in the afterlife.
Maricul continued to kill, building her power as she went along. She killed as many people as she thought needed to win favor in her Master's eye. After a while though her desires got the best of her. Not getting the 'one' thing she wanted from her Master she began to seek it elsewhere. Maricul began preying on young men, seducing them with her beauty and having sex with them. In each boy she saw her Master and made love to them as she would with him, moments before drinking their blood, drinking it slowly each time to savor the moment. Drinking the blood in that matter gave her an even bigger rush than the sex itself. Maricul was soon addicted to the blood, and the sex.
It seem that all these killings still weren't enough to win favor with Dracula so she decided to do even more. Maricul began torturing her victims in the worst ways possible, creating genocide in villages before burning them down to the ground, growing stronger which each kill, and still, nothing. Nothing at all. Maricul finally lashed out at her Master demanding to know what it would take to win favor with him, to be an equal. He laughed at her and then she finally lost it. Attacking the man that created her. Of course he wasn't Vlad the Impaler for nothing. Maricul was easily defeated and forced into a retreat or face death by the same man that created her. Heart broken, if that was even possible given her heart's current condition, for the second time Maricul began to wander the world on her own. For real this time.
Near the end of the 16th Century Maricul would run into her older sister once again, still possessing the same soul devouring weapon as before. Wanting revenge for their last encounter Maricul challenged her to battle, using EVERYTHING she learned against her. It was a battle where neither one of them truly gained and advantage until the very end, Maricul slipped up and Ranko took full advantage, defeating her younger sister for the second time in their lives. But when Ranko had the chance to kill Maricul she didn't take it and instead left Maricul wounded. Maricul was confused and shrugged her sister's inability to kill her off as weakness.
During the 17th Century (1600s) Maricul spent most of it during what she did best. Having sex and killing them afterwords. Also Maricul began to look at the women she saw in her travels. The ones who were weak; physically, mentally and both. They were beautiful to Maricul, she saw so much of herself in them. She didn't want them to be weak anymore, she wanted to help make them stronger, beautiful, forever. Maricul offered one woman a better life, while being vague, and when the woman accepted her offer Maricul mixed their blood, creating her first vampire since being changed. This woman would later be known as 'The Genocide'. A master swordsman that leaves a massive genocide of bodies wherever she went.
Maricul would continue to seek out weak women and make them immortal, make them strong. She would not be like her Master. Maricul would show them all the love that her own Master never showed them. Treating and seeing them all as her equals. They hunted in packs, killing and torturing together like one big happy family. Maricul even allowed the ones that were in love with her to lay with her, even if she couldn't return their feelings she would give them her body. No matter how much she came to hate him, Maricul's heart would always belong to her former Master. Always.
Like always tragedy would find it way back to Maricul's life and destroy those around her. Once again she would run into her older sister, now dub as 'The Red Devil' or 'Lady in Red' and Ranko would single handily kill all of the members of her pack without mercy. The only ones that survived the assault, excluding Maricul herself, were her three greatest warriors; The Genocide, The Tormentor and The Grim Reaper. Each vampire having been named by Maricul for their own specialties in battle. Maricul vowed vengeance on her elder sister and went off on her own in search for more power to complete his vow.
Maricul would spend THE ENTIRE 18th Century building up her power. Learning the dark arts of Witchcraft and any spells she could get her hands on, wanting to learn every and any edge she could to not only get revenge on Ranko but to conquer her enemies as well. No longer would she be seen as weak but an all powerful 'god-like' creature to be feared! Maricul would find herself one step closer to this goal when she learned of the 'Witch Within' which came with the power to harness Mother Nature as a weapon, see into the very souls of people and so much more. It was a century well spent as by the beginning of the 19th Century she had mastered it and began her search for Ranko.
Maricul found The Red Devil in the new Country, America, and challenged her to a fight to the death. The two of them went on for hours, Maricul coming ever so close to victory and yet, even despite all her new found power Ranko was still able to come out the winner through skill, intelligence and her sword ability to break through black magic. Maricul was defeated for what looked to be the last time, but once again, Ranko was unable to land the finishing blow on her own flesh and blood and left her there. Maricul, feeling useless at not being able to avenge her fallen comrades, went back to the one thing that made her feel good.
Sex.
Little did Maricul know she would make a career out of it. A legacy even. Once she came to London in the late 19th Century she continued to prey on young men, seducing them slowly until they bent to her will, making love to her only to be killed by her after. She would be known as 'The Seductress', mothers would fear that their sons would be seduced by the monster and taken from them. Maricul enjoyed the stories she heard about her. Humans talking about just how terrible this 'Seductress' being was, while all that 'The Seductress' was among them, hearing the stories, smelling their fear. It was the prime of her life. Nothing would ever beat her time in London. The Seductress would be a title she would keep.
But all good things must come to an end. Word of her reached the ears of a Vampire Hunter said to have defeated Count Dracula himself in combat. Abraham Van Helsing. Hearing that he defeated her former Master Maricul wanted revenge. Wanting a chance to redeem herself for past failures. Maricul lured him in by having him believe she was going after one boy when all along it was him he wanted. She attempted to seduce the man but he was strong enough to resist her seduction and defeat her as he did her former Master. Once again she was defeated. Once again she had failed. And once again Maricul would go to a new land, America, and drown her sorrows in sex and blood.
Failure after failure begins to puts its tow on you after a while. The Seductress finally decided to settle down here in America. As much as a vampire could really. Deciding to find a mate, a man she could spend eternity with. Somebody to help fill the empty void in her life now that her sister abandoned her, her Master never caring about her and her vampires being around no more. During the 20th Century Maricul would find herself an African American. Unlike the rest of the Country at this time she could care less about color. She found his dark skin to be highly attractive. Maricul took him aside and after the usual seduction they slept together. It was there that she sired him and took him for a mate. The first, and only, man she ever sired.
They did everything together; hunted, killed, tortured and even seduced. He would seduce the females while she continued to seduce and kill the men. Both of them shared a great passion for blood and sex as they lived to see many wars and life-changing events leading into the 21st Century. Maricul was slowly beginning to love her chosen mate, feeling that she could finally get over her former Master. Feeling that she could finally find happiness in this damned life of hers. But fate once again was hell-bent on making Maricul's life miserable.
The Seductress would find her sister a shell of her former self. The once proud female warrior that slaughtered her vampire warriors and defeated her four times were now in need of a straight jacket. Not being able to hold a conversation all Ranko could do was talk about 'paradoxes' and 'green eyes' claiming they were staring at her. Not being able to stand her sister's condition, yet not being able to kill her, Maricul took her and looked after her. Both Maricul and her lover were like parents taking care of their deranged child. It wasn't perfect like before but it was still better than her past. All would change the day she and her lover got into a fight with members of a local vampire gang in a city they resided in. Finding them to be weak they killed them and went about their business afterwords. However that would not be the end of it. While Maricul was out the gang would attack her lover, killing him in the process. After that they raped Ranko for hours before finally killing her. Maricul would come home to find her lovers a pile of ashes and her sister a cold dead corpse.
They had made the last mistake of their immortal lives.
Maricul would find them and unleash ALL her power upon them. Summoning the Witch Within after going years without using it. The building in which they lived were to be choked by giant size snake familiars. One even grabbed one of the vampires by their mouth and fought for him with another snake until they both ripped him in two before swallowing him whole. Maricul take the form of tiny spiders and slipped through the air vents to get inside the building. Killing each member of the gang in the worst ways she could think of. Ripping out one spine and flogging him with his own spine, ripping off other limbs and causing their insides to explode with a simple glance. She found the leader of the gang, blew off his feet and raped him for hours on end before finally killing him.
Maricul had finally avenged the death of a loved one however it was moot. Maricul will was broken. She held herself solely responsible for the death of her sister and the death of her lover. To make matters worse she would be challenged by an unknown warrior that wanted to test her skill and power. She refused but the warrior wouldn't take no for an answer. It forced her into a fight and proved to be much stronger than one would ever think, forcing her to unleash every single ability she had, until finally unleashing the Witch Within but even with all of that the warrior came out on top. After mocking her the warrior performed some kind of spell that drained her of the abilities that took years to develop and shattered them all in the blink of an eye. Maricul looked on helplessly as her life's work was destroyed and the warrior vanished.
Maricul was left as nothing more but an empty shell and the usual vampire abilities.
The Seductress now knew that she was worthless.
Not good to anybody.
A failure as a fighter and a failure as a vampire.
Knowing this once and for all she wanted to die but feared death too much to take her own life or allowed anybody else to.
Instead she would return to the one thing she was good at.
Sex.
Canon or Original?: Original
Character is from (series, book, creator, or author, if it applies): Original
