Post by suzwana on Jun 29, 2011 17:34:30 GMT
| [atrb=style,background-color: 000000,bTable] annabelle victoria fabrae |
| [atrb=style,background-color: transparent,bTable] hey guys. my name is annabelle victoria fabrae, but you can call me anna. everyone else does, so i guess you can too. i'm two hundred and eleven years young, and if it isn't already obvious, i'm a female. it should be. what isn't so obvious is the fact that i'm a vampire, but you can keep that a secret for now. |
personality
[/size][/right] Anna Fabrae is the classic definition of a vampire. Devious, vicious and lustful. Apart from being the violent killer that she is, her tongue is defiantly one of her best weapons. The sharp wit that flies from that tongue can win arguments in mere seconds and can tear people to shreds with the venom she speaks.Anna's sexuality and violence is her very essence. Using them both to portray a fine image of her power. By seducing both men and women she is very much the dominatrix, seeking to put her power to use; may it be in the bedroom or on the killing fields.
However, other than her nature to kill and create uproar and chaos wherever she flees to next. Anna fears what lies beneath. Her emotions. Never letting them get the better of her as she fears that by showing them she will be condemmed as weak. To hide this she continues to destroy everything in her path; with her ultimate goal for vampires to reign over the earth. Never letting any lover get too attatched so they can view the woman on the inside.
Anna has a mixed view when it come's to the humans knowing of vampires. At first she opposed the idea, the humans weren't deemed worthy in her eyes to know of them. But as Anna grew, she saw this as an advantage, especially when she discovered fangbangers...
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history
[/size][/right]Anna grew up in the city of Manchester, England as a child. Her Father David Fabrae was French and had moved across to England in the 1750's as he was promised a career in the legal field. As he succeeded in this career choice her married Sophia from a wealthy family and together they lived extremely well off. However once Anna was born they both became very protective of her; never letting her leave the house and not letting her play with the other children of even go to school. Even though Anna was never allowed out, she received a very good education as her parents paid for the best tutors to teach her from an early age, all the way up to her sixteenth birthday.Anna grew resentful and angry as the years went on. Furious that she was not allowed contact with anyone, she had no friends, only her snobbish cousins. When she reached the delightful age of sixteen her two twin brothers; Peter and Michael were born. No matter how much she adored them, she received no attention whatsoever and grew more and more envious. Bored, alone and jealous, she needed to escape the clutches of her overprotective family and live.
Seeing as her family were preoccupied with the new twins, Anna would escape at night; steal money from her Father and go out into the night. The seedy pubs that littered the backstreets of Manchester made her heart beat in her ears. There was nothing like experiencing new things, drinking, dancing, sex. Once she discovered the nightlife she was hooked. Becoming more and more dominated at home, she needed to become the dominatrix.
During the early hours of the morning at around 5am aged 22, Anna snuck back into her bedroom; dressed outrageously, smelling of booze, smoke and men. Sitting on the foot of her bed her Father sat, smoking a pipe, waiting for her. He was seething with rage and whipped her back with her belt leaving her back raw and red. Limping away from her Father she ran down the hall of her house screaming that she was leaving. She looked at her Mother who simply sat at the bottom of the stairs weeping.
Sobbing, Anna trailed the alleys of Manchester, it was almost 6am but it was still dark Dawn would not break until 7. It was raining now, and the pain of her bleeding back was crippling her. Slowly she slumped down on the cold wet cobbles and fell out of consciousness. What seemed to be moments later she awoke in someone’s arms, a strong mans arms. Smiling to herself she thought it was her Father, come to find her and take her home. But no, a cold tongue sucked along the cuts in her back; moaning in pain and pleasure she tried to pull away but felt it no use. "You enjoy this don't you?" The strange man asked, with a thick New York accent, as he continued licking the blood away. Craning her head to his she blinked at the beauty of the stranger. Suddenly what felt like a million needles piercing her neck she let out an ear piercing scream, but she didn't want him to stop. Her eyes began to roll back in her head but the man’s wrist slammed itself against her lips. Blood. It was flowing into her mouth, and the sweetness trickled down her throat. She fed passionately and succumbed to him.
Born again as a vampire she walked the streets of Manchester, alone, hungry and fuelled with bloodlust. Her maker was never to be seen again, but she knew he lived. Blood, sex and violence was now what her nights consisted of. Playing with humans. Tricking the men and women to come back to her room, where she would seduce them, then feed from them. Some even volunteered.
After a hundred or so years of fun, Anna decided it was time to find some of her own kind. To join forces with her fellow vampires and let the blood flow. Still a young vampire, she has choices to make and for this she needs guidance. It was time to find her maker, her master, and he was unheard of in England. Time to follow the accent; to America...[/div][/td][td]
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role play sample |
Staring into the boys eyes she focused her mind into his, unlocking the most sacred memories. Her eyes went black as she began the trance, her whole body was ice cold, the hairs on her neck standing up right, her posture frozen.
She saw his thoughts, his home, his friends, family, love, hate. Every emotion he had ever felt, every experience, every memory was flowing through her mind. The intensity of his feeling were building pressure on her mind. Remembering Voldemort's instructions to control the pain she ignored it; concentrating on the task in hand.
Like a rock through a window she shattered his memories, and the love he held for his family. His head was now empty, an empty box. Now the contents was gone she filled it at such pace she could feel the blood filling behind her black eyes; again ignoring the pressure on her brain, she began to fill his mind with hatred. Blaming everything on his family, Dumbledore, his friends, the ministry. Giving him a passion for violence, torture the dark arts. Respect for herself and the death eaters, and most of all. Submission for the Dark Lord.
His mind was now full, knowing that if she went any further his mind would overflow, causing instant death. Letting go she closed his mind, and pulled herself out. Gasping for breath she grabbed the arms of the chair, her eyes restored. Looking down her dress had speckles of blood; wiping her face she released her eyes had been weeping blood.
"Lucius, give me a blasted drink now." She shouted breathlessly.[/div][/center][/td][/tr][/table]
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