Post by Kiara on Jan 10, 2015 20:30:31 GMT
Name:
Kiara Alanna Decoix
Alias: Princess of the Vampyres
Species:
Vampyre
Gender:
Female
Age:
402
Appearance:
Preferring the dress of today's upper society she is normally seen in dresses or the latest Italian designer clothes. This when she is around other purebreds as appearance is everything and effects a first impression. While out she attempts to blend in conforming to the latest fashions of whatever town she is currently visiting as she is not one to stay in one place for too long. At times, she is known to look past glamor and occasionally wear simply a nice blouse with designer jeans on this being the lowest end of fashion she will partake in. She is always known for accessory with bracelets, rings and earring a like normally liking jewelry that can draw one's eye but not in a flashy way but in a way of appreciation of beauty. Now grown Kiara looks much like well toned lady, her body holding little excess fat on it. Her eyes naturally gray only showing red whenever she has to focus on a particularly dangerous dark art. She has light scars over her skin obvious to a microscope but barely noticeable unless up close by humans.
Despite the way she lives, her skin remains pure and soft. When it comes to her style of dress, her favorite colors are red, purple and black. When out in the city, she would boast a slim black form fitting dress, and in battle or training her normal black silk like robes. Her hair now longer still falling at the end of her back, though it is usually tied down just in case she falls into battle. Underneath, she hosts an impressive display of artwork ranging from the ancient techniques of the Egyptians & African tribes to more moderns works of the world today. Her body is almost completely covered besides from her face & feet. Kiara is the type of person that is usually outspoken when it comes to her words. Though emotionally she is very reserved to people she does not know or hasn't known for a long a time. Her emotions are usually hard to read, thanks to years of dealing with questionable company. Kiara is very thoughtful about situations, usually she doesn't like to speak or act before judging the situation carefully. This leads most people to wrongly speculate that she doesn't speak at all. Kiara is still known to be slightly volatile at times, which is a habit that she is working on as she knows its not a likeable trait.
Now older Kiara has learned from the errors and mistakes of the past making her a much wiser person. This experience has served to make her much more tempered as well as bringing out her better aspects of her personality. To some she is known to be very loyal and loving but to others as cold as the winter night. She has learned over the years that while it's good to be skeptical of the people who surround you to not end up at the same time pushing everyone around you away.
History:
On a rainy night, Kiara Alanna Decoix was born in a rather torn down shack. Though, they were lucky that their Master provided them this much or so he often reminded them alongside with a devastating whip crack. Kiara's mother was only allowed a day's rest before she had to be back in the kitchen working. It was hard work but it wasn't no where near as brutal as the field work that had claimed Kiara's father's life a little while before her own birth. Kiara was watched over by the older ladies who now only had to tend to the Master's kids, she was told to do whatever the Master's kids said. Of course, being the kids they were the used this for Kiara to do all sorts of embarrassing things.
Life didn't get any better for Kiara even when leaving the stage of a toddler and now being a full blown kid. Now she helped her mother in the kitchen often taking beatings just for her mother to be spared. This also quickened her feet to heed her Master's call as not to bring more pain upon her mother. Her nights were spent in song with the other slaves, she was already noted even at her young age to have a voice on her. Of course, this meant little to one trapped into the life of slavery where escaping and being captured surely meant death. Kiara often in her daydreams thought of escaping but could never build up the courage as she was just a kid.
Regardless, of their treatment Kiara still remained rather ignorant of the true life of a slave. Her innocence was broken when an older male slave attempted to escape and was promptly found and killed in front of all the slaves, the slavemasters and the Master himself. This broke many slaves spirit watching them drag on the execution clearly trying to send a message to the rest of them. Kiara cried as turned toward her mother, hiding face on her gown. This started Kiara on the path to coldness, as first it started off with the hatred of slave owners. Her hatred grew with each whipping and for other each execution. This is why she was deeply surprised when she was picked to be a house slave. House slaves while still treated badly got a better place to sleep in and generally ate a little better.
Though it was a curse in disguise, it seemed as if the Master's oldest son fancied her or rather what was under her dress. It started off slowly, with first aggressive feels on her body which threatened to break her. And as it progressed, Kiara started withdrawing more and more within herself. Until one day, the boy's urges seemingly climax as he tried to take the one thing that was truly her's. He easily overpowered her forcing himself upon her, she screamed knowing it would do nothing to help her. However, luckily the Master's own bigotry saved her as he ran into the room cursing her and his own son. He sent his son away, and had her sent to the fields for being a 'temptress.' After several lashes of course, then she was sent to work.
Long scalding days on the field threatened to further break the girl's will as she started dwindling already being small for 18 she grew even smaller. Everyday grew harder until eventually she could only just barely make it through the day. Honestly, everyday she felt like she was already at death's door. If it wasn't for a man named Boy, and him coming to their shacks speaking on an escape attempt that was going to be made she would have given up all hope. She believed for some reason she couldn't fathom that he could escape and that she would go with him. She started stocking up on any extra food she didn't eat, using her knowledge from the kitchens to preserve them through spices and herbs.
It was cold night of summer, when they decided it was time to try. Everyday, it preparation they had been weakening the bonds on their shackles so without much effort they shrugged of their shackled. They crept silently until they were deep enough in the woods that surrounded their plantation. Now they started to run at first wanting to set as much distance between the plantation and them. Several hours went by and they actually started to begin to feel safe until they heard the hunting dogs close by. Without much choice in the matter they took off running, but Kiara caught a shot from their gun in the back that sent her to the ground. Boy still managed to evade detection hiding underwater in a dense river.
The slavemasters walked around Kiara with the horses, she was coughing up blood willing herself to stay alive but it was a losing battle. Through the cracks of her closing eyelids, she saw the impossible a woman seemingly appeared behind the slavemasters. After another blink of the eye, the slavemasters were dead beside her the horses long since ran out. The female looked at her, seeing pity in the female's eyes she spoke "If you want to live, drink this." And she cut herself with her own nails and pressed it to her mouth, Kiara obediently started to drink until death claimed her. She woke up with the world rushing around, everything seemed to be in greater detail. Her throat ached and burned with an intensity she never felt before. The vampire who sired her was still their she explained the basics of what was going on.
Also letting her know that the bloodline she'd joined was royalty and she'd be hunted but wouldn't receive help from the royal family until she proved her worth as a vampyre.
Kiara felt frozen upon hearing what happened to her, she would not partake in killing others for blood. But as more slavemasters searched the woods, her thirst wouldn't allow her not too. She drained every slavemaster sent after her, and then when back to the plantation murdering the Master's and his whole family. Though, she still couldn't control herself she ended killing the whole plantation including her own Mother. Unable to face what she had done, Kiara took off running and kept traveling. She exiled herself for months and years determined to control her thirst as she was the one in control. She would only come out to feed whenever it was unavoidable and to stock up on books. Reading was something she wasn't allowed to the do as a slave so upon freedom she had herself taught how to ready and write and fell in love with reading. She knew reading and writing lead to knowledge, and to her besides her supernatural power she needed knowledge as well.
Starting Planet: Earth
Techniques:
[SU]Vampiric Lightness: While not technically flight; an vampire's ability can manifest as such to be able to perform great acts of agility through use of light hovering and gliding but can also be used for flight.
[N1]Lightning palm:
By channeling her chaotic energy through her hands and adding a lightning element to it can she then charge her hands with a lightning charge for two post.
[SU] Ki Sense:
Can sense the energy of others.
[UP2]Lightning Burst: Channeling all the lightning she can manage to her fingertip before releasing it in a blast of energy.
Items: 750 Zenni
One-Use Pod
Kiara Alanna Decoix
Alias: Princess of the Vampyres
Species:
Vampyre
Gender:
Female
Age:
402
Appearance:
Preferring the dress of today's upper society she is normally seen in dresses or the latest Italian designer clothes. This when she is around other purebreds as appearance is everything and effects a first impression. While out she attempts to blend in conforming to the latest fashions of whatever town she is currently visiting as she is not one to stay in one place for too long. At times, she is known to look past glamor and occasionally wear simply a nice blouse with designer jeans on this being the lowest end of fashion she will partake in. She is always known for accessory with bracelets, rings and earring a like normally liking jewelry that can draw one's eye but not in a flashy way but in a way of appreciation of beauty. Now grown Kiara looks much like well toned lady, her body holding little excess fat on it. Her eyes naturally gray only showing red whenever she has to focus on a particularly dangerous dark art. She has light scars over her skin obvious to a microscope but barely noticeable unless up close by humans.
Despite the way she lives, her skin remains pure and soft. When it comes to her style of dress, her favorite colors are red, purple and black. When out in the city, she would boast a slim black form fitting dress, and in battle or training her normal black silk like robes. Her hair now longer still falling at the end of her back, though it is usually tied down just in case she falls into battle. Underneath, she hosts an impressive display of artwork ranging from the ancient techniques of the Egyptians & African tribes to more moderns works of the world today. Her body is almost completely covered besides from her face & feet. Kiara is the type of person that is usually outspoken when it comes to her words. Though emotionally she is very reserved to people she does not know or hasn't known for a long a time. Her emotions are usually hard to read, thanks to years of dealing with questionable company. Kiara is very thoughtful about situations, usually she doesn't like to speak or act before judging the situation carefully. This leads most people to wrongly speculate that she doesn't speak at all. Kiara is still known to be slightly volatile at times, which is a habit that she is working on as she knows its not a likeable trait.
Now older Kiara has learned from the errors and mistakes of the past making her a much wiser person. This experience has served to make her much more tempered as well as bringing out her better aspects of her personality. To some she is known to be very loyal and loving but to others as cold as the winter night. She has learned over the years that while it's good to be skeptical of the people who surround you to not end up at the same time pushing everyone around you away.
History:
On a rainy night, Kiara Alanna Decoix was born in a rather torn down shack. Though, they were lucky that their Master provided them this much or so he often reminded them alongside with a devastating whip crack. Kiara's mother was only allowed a day's rest before she had to be back in the kitchen working. It was hard work but it wasn't no where near as brutal as the field work that had claimed Kiara's father's life a little while before her own birth. Kiara was watched over by the older ladies who now only had to tend to the Master's kids, she was told to do whatever the Master's kids said. Of course, being the kids they were the used this for Kiara to do all sorts of embarrassing things.
Life didn't get any better for Kiara even when leaving the stage of a toddler and now being a full blown kid. Now she helped her mother in the kitchen often taking beatings just for her mother to be spared. This also quickened her feet to heed her Master's call as not to bring more pain upon her mother. Her nights were spent in song with the other slaves, she was already noted even at her young age to have a voice on her. Of course, this meant little to one trapped into the life of slavery where escaping and being captured surely meant death. Kiara often in her daydreams thought of escaping but could never build up the courage as she was just a kid.
Regardless, of their treatment Kiara still remained rather ignorant of the true life of a slave. Her innocence was broken when an older male slave attempted to escape and was promptly found and killed in front of all the slaves, the slavemasters and the Master himself. This broke many slaves spirit watching them drag on the execution clearly trying to send a message to the rest of them. Kiara cried as turned toward her mother, hiding face on her gown. This started Kiara on the path to coldness, as first it started off with the hatred of slave owners. Her hatred grew with each whipping and for other each execution. This is why she was deeply surprised when she was picked to be a house slave. House slaves while still treated badly got a better place to sleep in and generally ate a little better.
Though it was a curse in disguise, it seemed as if the Master's oldest son fancied her or rather what was under her dress. It started off slowly, with first aggressive feels on her body which threatened to break her. And as it progressed, Kiara started withdrawing more and more within herself. Until one day, the boy's urges seemingly climax as he tried to take the one thing that was truly her's. He easily overpowered her forcing himself upon her, she screamed knowing it would do nothing to help her. However, luckily the Master's own bigotry saved her as he ran into the room cursing her and his own son. He sent his son away, and had her sent to the fields for being a 'temptress.' After several lashes of course, then she was sent to work.
Long scalding days on the field threatened to further break the girl's will as she started dwindling already being small for 18 she grew even smaller. Everyday grew harder until eventually she could only just barely make it through the day. Honestly, everyday she felt like she was already at death's door. If it wasn't for a man named Boy, and him coming to their shacks speaking on an escape attempt that was going to be made she would have given up all hope. She believed for some reason she couldn't fathom that he could escape and that she would go with him. She started stocking up on any extra food she didn't eat, using her knowledge from the kitchens to preserve them through spices and herbs.
It was cold night of summer, when they decided it was time to try. Everyday, it preparation they had been weakening the bonds on their shackles so without much effort they shrugged of their shackled. They crept silently until they were deep enough in the woods that surrounded their plantation. Now they started to run at first wanting to set as much distance between the plantation and them. Several hours went by and they actually started to begin to feel safe until they heard the hunting dogs close by. Without much choice in the matter they took off running, but Kiara caught a shot from their gun in the back that sent her to the ground. Boy still managed to evade detection hiding underwater in a dense river.
The slavemasters walked around Kiara with the horses, she was coughing up blood willing herself to stay alive but it was a losing battle. Through the cracks of her closing eyelids, she saw the impossible a woman seemingly appeared behind the slavemasters. After another blink of the eye, the slavemasters were dead beside her the horses long since ran out. The female looked at her, seeing pity in the female's eyes she spoke "If you want to live, drink this." And she cut herself with her own nails and pressed it to her mouth, Kiara obediently started to drink until death claimed her. She woke up with the world rushing around, everything seemed to be in greater detail. Her throat ached and burned with an intensity she never felt before. The vampire who sired her was still their she explained the basics of what was going on.
Also letting her know that the bloodline she'd joined was royalty and she'd be hunted but wouldn't receive help from the royal family until she proved her worth as a vampyre.
Kiara felt frozen upon hearing what happened to her, she would not partake in killing others for blood. But as more slavemasters searched the woods, her thirst wouldn't allow her not too. She drained every slavemaster sent after her, and then when back to the plantation murdering the Master's and his whole family. Though, she still couldn't control herself she ended killing the whole plantation including her own Mother. Unable to face what she had done, Kiara took off running and kept traveling. She exiled herself for months and years determined to control her thirst as she was the one in control. She would only come out to feed whenever it was unavoidable and to stock up on books. Reading was something she wasn't allowed to the do as a slave so upon freedom she had herself taught how to ready and write and fell in love with reading. She knew reading and writing lead to knowledge, and to her besides her supernatural power she needed knowledge as well.
Starting Planet: Earth
Techniques:
[SU]Vampiric Lightness: While not technically flight; an vampire's ability can manifest as such to be able to perform great acts of agility through use of light hovering and gliding but can also be used for flight.
[N1]Lightning palm:
By channeling her chaotic energy through her hands and adding a lightning element to it can she then charge her hands with a lightning charge for two post.
[SU] Ki Sense:
Can sense the energy of others.
[UP2]Lightning Burst: Channeling all the lightning she can manage to her fingertip before releasing it in a blast of energy.
Items: 750 Zenni
One-Use Pod
You already have a character so I put lower priority on alts over peoples first/only))
