Post by Cherubiel on Aug 8, 2007 21:20:57 GMT -5
Character Name: Cymbeline Lavache (the name she was given. Her true name is 'unknown'.)
Age: 28. True Age: 784.
Race: Vampire.
Sex: Female.
Pedigree: Irish.
Height: 5' 7 .
Weight: 132.4 lbs.
Sexuality: Bisexual.
Weapon(s): Shortswords, and daggers.
Power(s): Necromancy, and Ritualistic Arts. Minor telepathy/empathy - usually these intertwine themselves as very intuitive feelings, though she sometimes gets clear emotions and thoughts if she tries hard enough.
Job: Scholar of the Arcane, Model, and Assassin-for-hire.
Personality: Cold, dark, and kind when she wants to be. Her vast, brooding intelligence makes her a bit haughty, yet she knows when to bow down if she's been beaten. Her sense of humor is like any other vampire - twisted all to hell, so if she laughs at the thought of a baby being baked alive and then later served to its unknowing mother... Don't be too surprised. She chuckles at death, yet doesn't flinch when she has to protect it, which is rather rare.
To her, the words 'loyalty' and 'honour' are just that, words. If you're to save your own skin by whatever acts you can, then by all means, act away! Survival of the fittest, is how she was raised, and it's stuck with her for a long, long while now.
The amount of years she has to back her up has given her a very nonchalant, uncaring point of view on life but if she's able to spice it up somehow, she'll jump at the occasion. So don't tempt her too much with "silly" ideas... Because if she sees a way it can happen, she won't give another thought to the safety of others. And believe me, she has powers at her disposal to which she can accomplish much with.
Bio: A 12th century Irish peasant turned to a vampire at the prime of her existence... Her life after the turning was full of tutelage to become a noble because her beauty was impassable, and taught so flawlessly was she that not a soul suspected that she was, what she was; scum of the earth, a mere peasant. An unquenchable desire to learn all that she could was something she clung to like a moth to a flame; this thirst had always been there, but she could actually feed it now, and it grew even more in size as she later accepted her immortality.
It drove her to the deepest recesses of the world. Weeks, months, maybe even years were spent at just one library, drinking whatever information she could, and then it was on to a new one. She heard of and found lost books from the great library of Alexandria, and through these she found magick. This was an itch she soon discovered she could not sate nor cease learning about... And this led her to devour the knowledge of Blood Magicks and Rituals. Through these she gained her intimate dealings with the Nether, and with such close-calls she was awarded abilities of Necromancy, and being able to delve into the minds of mortals. Now, her beauty dazzles the photographers of this new and upcoming world, and her skills impress the blackest of hearts... She's a face for the world to fawn over, and a killer to which the corrupted, power-hungry people can turn to.
