Post by Genocide on Jul 25, 2010 0:40:12 GMT -7
How did you find us? Find who? Where?
First Name: Mary
Last Name: Unknown (lost in antiquity)
Middle Name: Unknown
Alias The Genocide
Age: 380
Height/Weight: 135 lbs, 5'5"
Eyes: Either sky blue or blood red/bleeding
Hair: Dark brown/Black, long, sometimes curled
Character description/personality: The Genocide has little in the way of personality. She cares only for the kill, and leaving a mass of bodies in her wake.
Skilled with any manner of bladed weapon, partial to swords, specifically long or broad.
Persuasion: Evil
Type of Creature: Vampire
Powers: Heightened speed, strength, agility, and all 5 senses. Regeneration.
Is strangely immune to crosses, holy water, and silver.
Weaknesses: Insanity, pure blood lust, sun, decapitation, dismemberment.
History: Genocide was born in 1630 into desolate poverty. Her family were little more than surfs, with nothing but a small farm to their credit and a smaller hut for shelter.
Mary had many brothers & sisters, some worked for the hierarchy of the kingdom as knights or chambermaids, even cooks in the scullery. But Mary suffered from her own plights, for she was born, as they called it in those times, 'lame'.
Her startling blue eyes would sometimes be dulled by a severe redness around her cornea's, a sign of the Devil's Mark said many in her village. She was once shunned, called cursed, when the blood vessels behind her eyes burst, causing them to appear as if they were bleeding. As a child she was quite withdrawn, suffered acute memory loss, and seemed to be fascinated with death. Whenever an animal was found near the property, she could be found inspecting the remains, sometimes dissecting the specimen.
Since there was little you could do in that day and age with a child that was functioning far from normal, they raised her until she was 11 years of age, and then they cast her out.
She wandered the outskirts of the village, stealing what food she could in the dead of night, even feasting on the corpses of animals she would once upon a time have cut to pieces just to see what was inside. For 2 years she wandered, ending up far from her village, and unbeknown to her, into another kingdom.
She was caught stealing vegetables from the royal garden one night by guards on patrol. She was small, weak, and terrified. She could not give them a name when they asked. After being repeatedly struck in the face, she managed to sputter one word, "Mary." Whether or not this was in fact her birth name is still unknown. She was sentenced to death the following and locked in the dungeon.
She had no reason to think of being saved, she had little to no reason left at all. Her mind was broken in many ways, though she was never quite as dumb as others thought. She did not expect the mercy of a stranger, a scullery maid who took pity on her because she resembled her dead daughter. Despite the consequences, the scullery maid was able to procure a key to Mary's cell and one night, set her free. Her name was Margaret, and because she now feared for her life as well, she spirited Mary off to another land.
"I've a sister lives near Duschan, we'll be safe there, out from under this galoot of a Lord."
And so Mary fled with Margaret to yet another kingdom, and here her life changed in many ways.
Margaret quickly secured a place in the royal household as a chambermaid to a Duchess, and Mary, at 13 was the servant to a lowly squire. The squire had aspirations to become a knight, and so he practiced his swordsmanship nearly endlessly. Needing a constant sparing partner, he in turn, trained Mary. By the time she was 15 she was equal to Tranmar's skills, and by 17 had surpassed him completely. For years she stayed on as his servant, even after he finally obtained his knighthood.
When Mary was 21, she watched as Tranmar was killed during an invasion from a nearby kingdom that had threatened war for years. And now, war had come. Mary found herself entranced with the blood, be it from the fallen heroes, the defeated enemies, or the wounded. She stayed by Tranmar's side until the end, taking up his sword as he breathed his last and joining the battle.
It was her that turned the tide of the battle. All her years of training unofficially with Tranmar had paid off. She played a major part in driving the invaders from what she had grown to consider her land. And for her payment, she was honored in the most unimaginable way. The first female to enter knighthood.
That same year, come summer, she was caught unaware, without weapons, and helpless as she bathed in a stream she often sat at. Her would be killer was the son of the ruthless warlord the township over. The same man who'd ordered the invasion earlier that year had sent his son to kill her.
Though she was beyond skilled with a blade, she was still smaller and weaker than most, and could not hold her own in the struggle. He quickly obtained the upper hand and forced her to do his bidding. Holding her hands locked above her head, he ravaged her naked body with all the grace of a monster. He tore into her as she screamed in agony, for never had a man touched her so. She cursed him, cursed all men who walked the earth, screaming that she would see them all bleed, all of them die, now speaking of any and all that had wronged her. She was alone, no one came to her aid this time. And when the warlord's son was through with her, the brutal rape leaving her on the brink of death itself, he left her for dead.
2 days later she was found, near death and driven to madness. Her already damaged mind had broken, she had no memory whatsoever, and was prone to lashing out, attacking anything near her that moved or breathed. She fought as if she was fighting to the death, but was easily overpowered when she wasn't armed. And she was no longer allowed a sword. Her brief knighthood stripped from her. She knew nothing of who she was, though one thing remained. Her skill with a sword.
She managed late one night to sneak from the room they kept her locked in, having slipped a bit of parchment between the latch and the door to her private chambers, and escaped. In her mind, they were all out to kill her, and she must kill them first. All she could see was blood, revenge, and the flash of steel in her hand. She hated mankind, for she found no kindness in it at all. Margaret was forgotten, much as Tranmar was, and any other person from her past, even the rapist an warlord's son.
She passed the armory and quickly selected a blade that suited her. She attempted her escape through the tunnels that ran beneath the ramparts of the castle. As she reached freedom she decided she no longer cared to live, to fight. But she saw only red, the blood vessels in her eyes had finally burst, leaving them blood red with ice blue pupils. This had only happened once before, when she was a child, and the "Devil's Mark" had been at it's worst.
She found a lonesome hill upon which she sat, sword in hand. She pondered what little thoughts she possessed, all of them fleeting save two. Kill everyone, everything. Or kill herself. The latter seemed far more achievable, and so she stood, dropped her white sheath of a dress, and poised the sword at her abdomen. Just as she found the will to drive the sword home, she was saved for the last time in her life.
A beautiful woman stood before her, offering her a choice. It was a choice she accepted.
From that night on she was a vampire, and wherever she roamed, death followed. Not simply one or two corpses, but hundreds, tens of hundreds. Entire colonies were laid to waste as she earned her new name in this new life, the only name she knows now. The Genocide.
Canon or Original?: Original (One of Maricul's creations)
Character is from (series, book, creator, or author, if it applies): Maricul's devious brain stem.
First Name: Mary
Last Name: Unknown (lost in antiquity)
Middle Name: Unknown
Alias The Genocide
Age: 380
Height/Weight: 135 lbs, 5'5"
Eyes: Either sky blue or blood red/bleeding
Hair: Dark brown/Black, long, sometimes curled
Character description/personality: The Genocide has little in the way of personality. She cares only for the kill, and leaving a mass of bodies in her wake.
Skilled with any manner of bladed weapon, partial to swords, specifically long or broad.
Persuasion: Evil
Type of Creature: Vampire
Powers: Heightened speed, strength, agility, and all 5 senses. Regeneration.
Is strangely immune to crosses, holy water, and silver.
Weaknesses: Insanity, pure blood lust, sun, decapitation, dismemberment.
History: Genocide was born in 1630 into desolate poverty. Her family were little more than surfs, with nothing but a small farm to their credit and a smaller hut for shelter.
Mary had many brothers & sisters, some worked for the hierarchy of the kingdom as knights or chambermaids, even cooks in the scullery. But Mary suffered from her own plights, for she was born, as they called it in those times, 'lame'.
Her startling blue eyes would sometimes be dulled by a severe redness around her cornea's, a sign of the Devil's Mark said many in her village. She was once shunned, called cursed, when the blood vessels behind her eyes burst, causing them to appear as if they were bleeding. As a child she was quite withdrawn, suffered acute memory loss, and seemed to be fascinated with death. Whenever an animal was found near the property, she could be found inspecting the remains, sometimes dissecting the specimen.
Since there was little you could do in that day and age with a child that was functioning far from normal, they raised her until she was 11 years of age, and then they cast her out.
She wandered the outskirts of the village, stealing what food she could in the dead of night, even feasting on the corpses of animals she would once upon a time have cut to pieces just to see what was inside. For 2 years she wandered, ending up far from her village, and unbeknown to her, into another kingdom.
She was caught stealing vegetables from the royal garden one night by guards on patrol. She was small, weak, and terrified. She could not give them a name when they asked. After being repeatedly struck in the face, she managed to sputter one word, "Mary." Whether or not this was in fact her birth name is still unknown. She was sentenced to death the following and locked in the dungeon.
She had no reason to think of being saved, she had little to no reason left at all. Her mind was broken in many ways, though she was never quite as dumb as others thought. She did not expect the mercy of a stranger, a scullery maid who took pity on her because she resembled her dead daughter. Despite the consequences, the scullery maid was able to procure a key to Mary's cell and one night, set her free. Her name was Margaret, and because she now feared for her life as well, she spirited Mary off to another land.
"I've a sister lives near Duschan, we'll be safe there, out from under this galoot of a Lord."
And so Mary fled with Margaret to yet another kingdom, and here her life changed in many ways.
Margaret quickly secured a place in the royal household as a chambermaid to a Duchess, and Mary, at 13 was the servant to a lowly squire. The squire had aspirations to become a knight, and so he practiced his swordsmanship nearly endlessly. Needing a constant sparing partner, he in turn, trained Mary. By the time she was 15 she was equal to Tranmar's skills, and by 17 had surpassed him completely. For years she stayed on as his servant, even after he finally obtained his knighthood.
When Mary was 21, she watched as Tranmar was killed during an invasion from a nearby kingdom that had threatened war for years. And now, war had come. Mary found herself entranced with the blood, be it from the fallen heroes, the defeated enemies, or the wounded. She stayed by Tranmar's side until the end, taking up his sword as he breathed his last and joining the battle.
It was her that turned the tide of the battle. All her years of training unofficially with Tranmar had paid off. She played a major part in driving the invaders from what she had grown to consider her land. And for her payment, she was honored in the most unimaginable way. The first female to enter knighthood.
That same year, come summer, she was caught unaware, without weapons, and helpless as she bathed in a stream she often sat at. Her would be killer was the son of the ruthless warlord the township over. The same man who'd ordered the invasion earlier that year had sent his son to kill her.
Though she was beyond skilled with a blade, she was still smaller and weaker than most, and could not hold her own in the struggle. He quickly obtained the upper hand and forced her to do his bidding. Holding her hands locked above her head, he ravaged her naked body with all the grace of a monster. He tore into her as she screamed in agony, for never had a man touched her so. She cursed him, cursed all men who walked the earth, screaming that she would see them all bleed, all of them die, now speaking of any and all that had wronged her. She was alone, no one came to her aid this time. And when the warlord's son was through with her, the brutal rape leaving her on the brink of death itself, he left her for dead.
2 days later she was found, near death and driven to madness. Her already damaged mind had broken, she had no memory whatsoever, and was prone to lashing out, attacking anything near her that moved or breathed. She fought as if she was fighting to the death, but was easily overpowered when she wasn't armed. And she was no longer allowed a sword. Her brief knighthood stripped from her. She knew nothing of who she was, though one thing remained. Her skill with a sword.
She managed late one night to sneak from the room they kept her locked in, having slipped a bit of parchment between the latch and the door to her private chambers, and escaped. In her mind, they were all out to kill her, and she must kill them first. All she could see was blood, revenge, and the flash of steel in her hand. She hated mankind, for she found no kindness in it at all. Margaret was forgotten, much as Tranmar was, and any other person from her past, even the rapist an warlord's son.
She passed the armory and quickly selected a blade that suited her. She attempted her escape through the tunnels that ran beneath the ramparts of the castle. As she reached freedom she decided she no longer cared to live, to fight. But she saw only red, the blood vessels in her eyes had finally burst, leaving them blood red with ice blue pupils. This had only happened once before, when she was a child, and the "Devil's Mark" had been at it's worst.
She found a lonesome hill upon which she sat, sword in hand. She pondered what little thoughts she possessed, all of them fleeting save two. Kill everyone, everything. Or kill herself. The latter seemed far more achievable, and so she stood, dropped her white sheath of a dress, and poised the sword at her abdomen. Just as she found the will to drive the sword home, she was saved for the last time in her life.
A beautiful woman stood before her, offering her a choice. It was a choice she accepted.
From that night on she was a vampire, and wherever she roamed, death followed. Not simply one or two corpses, but hundreds, tens of hundreds. Entire colonies were laid to waste as she earned her new name in this new life, the only name she knows now. The Genocide.
Canon or Original?: Original (One of Maricul's creations)
Character is from (series, book, creator, or author, if it applies): Maricul's devious brain stem.
