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Name/Handle: Kuroda
Contact: AIM: iKur0da
Personal LJ: kurodauchiha
CHARACTER
Name: Verlaine de Nicholas
Age: around 300 years
World Information:
Verlaine's world essentially an alternate to our own to our own. In short, history happens nearly the way it has in out own, but behind everything there have been the vampires, and the lycans waging a time old battle between them, with desperate attempts keeping it from the prying eye of humans. Not always working, rash measures were taken to cover up their tracks ( Such as the Roanoke Settlement disappearing completely was their doing) A great deal of the lore in her world is taken from current fictions, the base details being that of the 'Book of Nod' -this is where her master, her creator Caine is pulled from, as well as memories of his banishment from the light-; Anne Rice's Vampire Chronicles -she will often talk of the 'Dark gift', how it changes a person, how their body dies a human death similar to how Lestat explained it in 'Interview with a Vampire'-; and Underworld -a battle between werewolf (lycan) and vampire nearly as old as humanity its self.
Her race is overseen by a board of Elders, all with a connection to their father (Caine) in one form or another. The lycans are the same, although they remain very well hidden, and the two boards have never met.
Vampiric lore has been pulled from several places, not just the particular thee listed. This includes, but is not limited to: vampires do not possess the ability to procreate; blood must be drank from a human, and in return the human must drink from a vampire to be turned; they will be killed is exposed to sunlight; their strength, senses, speed amongst other things are of a greater capacity then a humans; fire will severely injure them, if not kill them; telepathy, telekinesis, pyrokinesis are all powers they possess, amongst few others; crosses do not harm them; silver won't kill them, but will slow their healing down to a rate at which a human might heal; on the matter of healing, their healing is rapid and they heal very quickly instantly in some cases, furthermore they can regenerate limbs, but it takes time. Garlic, they will laugh at; blood is needed to feed; they cannot consume food, for it turns to ash in their mouths; a wooden stake through the heart will kill them.
History: Born as the first child into a French noble family, Verlaine was rather well off compared to most others. She took the image of her mother, long dark curls, pale skin, and sapphire blue eyes. She remained a only child until her mother once again became pregnant.
During child birth, Verlaine's mother experienced complications, resulting in her death as well as the child's. Her father, grief-stricken with his wife's death, and the death of the son she had tried to birth, accused Verlaine of jealousy and being a witch, out to destroy him. In his moment of madness, he sent her to a monastery to live and study under the church. Verlaine was six at the time.
When she was eight, Verlaine returned to her home after her father's second marriage. It was shortly after her return that her step-mother announced that she was with child. The child was born, healthy along with his mother, a son in the perfect image of his father. Two years later, the woman gave birth to a second child; a girl. Due to similar complications, Verlaine's step-mother died in a similar way to her birth-mother, leaving her father with the three children.
With the loss of his second wife, Verlaine's father spent the next few years drinking away their money, gambling, and hiring prostitutes. He did this until he had no money left, and was at risk of losing his home, did he find a solution. In exchange for saving his estate, he promised Verlaine's hand in marriage to a thirty-five year old duke. Verlaine was fourteen at the time.
In order to escape her fate, Verlaine killed off her family just before the wedding, using a scythe forged of pure silver, a gift her father kept in his study on the wall, one of the only things that had escaped his drinking problem. With the weapon in hand, Verlaine left her home, taking to wandering the streets, doing what she could for food and shelter. Eventually she was found by a man, tall, with long blond hair, and skin as deathly cold as the winter took her in, giving her shelter in his hotel room, giving her clothes to wear, and food to eat. She stayed with this man, Caine, for the week he was in town, until he was ready to depart. Verlaine, having found herself drawn to the man, asked to come with. Reluctantly he agreed.
She traveled with him throughout Europe, learning things about each place they visited, picking up bits and pieces of the languages as they moved from country to country. She grew well, and learned well, becoming somewhat of a treasure to Caine. The went wherever it was that Caine desired to go, Verlaine following him without question, until their travels brought them through a poorer part of England, where Verlaine contracted an illness.
Verlaine suffered and struggled through the illness, Caine having shelled out money to bring doctors from around the world to her, though no one knew what it was she had, though they all said the same thing; She would not live for much longer. Caine, having just grown accustomed to having a mortal child found himself unable to let her go. He waited for another week, until the night of her sixteenth birthday. That night he explained to her what he was, and why he was different from her. He offered her life in death without further suffering, or a death where she could sleep peacefully for eternity.
She chose life, and he turned her, leaving her with visions of his own transformation, banishment, and the thousands of years he has both walked the earth, and those which has slept away from its madness. That night he dressed her lavishly, and took her to a party, amongst human noble's like she once knew, and gave her her first lesson; seduction and feeding. She did well, and that was the night he first called her his 'porcelain doll'.
They remained together for nearly half a century, where he trained her, honed her, and taught her his ways. Feed only from those who have succumbed to evil ways, do not reveal thyself to any human whom you are not to feed from, keep away from fire and the sun. However as time passed, their race grew, careless fledglings without teachers, each one more reckless then the previous. Verlaine could sense that this distressed her master so, and knew it was true the night he left her. He told her that he would hide himself away, once again in sleep, until his proud race once again caught sight of their noble roots. Her left her with a pendant made of jade from their travels through Asia, and a bank account in her name to cover any expenses she had.
She spent the next half a century traveling, looking for her master, learning along the way that Caine was the father of their race, and to be given their gift from Caine himself, it was a honor. Even fledglings knew his name, and thus she was treated with a certain amount of respect, though she was plotted against being so young and one of them. She turned to a board of self elected Elders for combat experience and training, in return helping them fight against their enemy, the lycans. As one Elder was killed, she was offered his position, becoming one of the five, ensuring her safety as long as she remained with them.
After traveling so much, Verlaine could not so easily settle into their coven, and once again took up traveling, looking for any hint as to where Caine might be. In order for her to keep her title, she was to find fledglings who were without a teacher, and send them back to the coven house for proper education in their ways.
Her travel brought her to Russia, where she met Matthew, a young boy who's mother had been dying. To end the woman's misery, Verlaine fed from the woman, ending her life in a peaceful manor. Matthew had awoken to find Verlaine standing over the limp form of his mother. Her took to Verlaine easily, and Verlaine took him under her wing, finally returning to the coven house, where he would learn and grow with other children whom had been hand chosen to receive their gift, even though he would not.
They remained at the house until Matthew grew older, about seventeen, and Verlaine once again left taking Matthew with her. They left for a period of eight months before Matthew changed. Her returned to Verlaine one night just before dawn, collapsing in bed, exhausted. Unaware what had happened, Verlaine let him sleep, readying herself for bed as well. A few weeks later, when he finally turned, and attacked her did she know that he had been bitten by a lycan. Her hand was forced, and she killed him, once again returning to the coven house.
Within the house, there was a boy, Driretlan who had become smitten with Verlaine. He was joyous over the loss of Matthew, whom Verlaine treated as a brother, and held her affection for. He was one of the marked ones, to be turned once he came of age. Verlaine was able to hear how joyous he was from his rather loud thoughts, and in turn despised the child.
After five more years of coming and going, Verlaine finally decided to give up her title, and leave the coven, being tired of being held back by them. Upon her leaving, she was attacked several times in succession, each attack leaving her almost near death, even as a vampire. Driretlan whom had secretly followed her, saved her, and nursed her back to health. In exchange, he asked to be taken on as her escort. Reluctantly, she agreed and he joined her in her travels.
For the greater part of the next century Verlaine and Driretlan traveled, following rumors, fending off attacks on her life, and slicing through the lycans. She eventually grew bored and settled down in a home just outside of San Francisco. It to her traveling vampires come to, seeking shelter during the daylight hours. Some left, others stayed, eventually to the point that now she runs her own coven, along with Driretlan.
That is, until server of her coven members began disappearing, on by one, with nothing but their ashes left on her stoop at night fall. Through an information web that ran just barely into the lycans communications, she learned of a traitor. One of her own that had been caught, and in a pathetic attempt to save his own life, sold out his comrades. Their hunting grounds; the bar under the ownership of Verlaine herself, as well as their names, habits, and whatever else he thought the lycans could use.
After a few months of searching, and a third of her coven gone, Verlaine had whittled away enough of the pack, leaving their leader, and the traitor. She fought them both, sustain heavy injury to her person, but barely, just barely, was able to kill, and burn to both of them before returning to her house, collapsing in the doorway.
Personality: Verlaine is quiet, calm, and a serious woman. She is loyal to only one -Caine- her master, and the father of their race. Because of time spent with him, she refers to herself as his doll, if only a term. She is dedicated to his beliefs, and carries them out to this day in attempts to weed out those who taint her master's race.
She is a noble by birth, and to this day is shows. She speaks elegantly, and fluidly, hardly ever using contractions. She walks with her head high, back straight, as any noble woman would. She dresses in long clothing, rarely wearing pants, this all having not been how she was raised, and still is unfamiliar with.
She treats others much in the same way as they treat her, yet she remains very distrusting of them. Because of many attempts on her life by her own race, she keeps them at a distance, lycans are never trusted in the least bit, and because of Matthew (to be explained in history) she is greatly more hostile toward them then others.
However she might act normally, Verlaine, with a rather soft spot for humans, will allow herself to go for long periods of time without feeding, sometimes having Driretlan offer his own blood to sedate her. If she pushes herself to long, she will grow weaker, and the primal part of her mind will take over her body. She becomes more sadistic, and literally will play with her food before she feeds. Furthermore, while she usually feeds from nar-do-well's, in this particular state of mind, Verlaine will not care if whom she takes blood from is an innocent or not.
Abilities/Additional Notes: Strength: Verlaine possesses a great deal of strength, but in comparison to other vampires she is considered weak. For example, if another vampire were able to lift a two ton car with ease, Verlaine would have difficulties doing so, if able to do so at all.
Speed: As to make up for her lack of strength, Verlaine is able to move quickly because of her small size. Not a great deal faster then most vampires, but it is noticeable.
Sight: She is able to see clearly in the dark, and for great distances. In example, if she were standing outside on a clear night and looked upward and concentrated enough she would be able to clearly see a plane flying overhead.
Hearing: With focus, Verlaine can hear everything up to a certain distance. If she concentrates hard enough she can focus on a specific sound or voice. This also means she can hear things that operate on a frequency higher the the human ear is able to pick up.
Smell: Along with her other senses, her sense of smell is greatly increased.
Speech: Along with being able to hear higher frequencies then humans, she is also able to rise her voice upon the frequencies as well.
Telekinesis: A rather weak occurrence in her, she can move objects with her mind, but heavier the object, the more of a strain it will leave on her, sometimes even leaving her visibly exhausted.
Telepathy: Between humans and vampires alike Verlaine is able to hear, and project thoughts into the minds of others.
Pyrokinesis: Another very weak ability, she can light small things -like candles- on fire. She does not use this often, due to fire being one of the things that can destroy her.
Levitation: A frightening power for the majority of her race, Verlaine can literally break the binds of gravity and levitate/fly. She does not do this often, and only ever does so if it is absolutely necessary.
High-speed healing: Depending on what what she is injured with, Verlaine can heal at varying speeds from almost instantly, to several weeks. Furthermore, regeneration of limbs may take several weeks to several months.
Stillness: Verlaine can stand so still that he body will appear to be a statue, only her hair and clothing moving, providing that there is wind. As such she also holds the ability to make no sound.
Weaknesses: Sunlight, as well as fire will destroy her flesh almost instantly. A stake to the heart will kill her as well. She is unable to cross running water while outside of her coffin, and if she does not feed regularly she will grow weaker. Silver, while it won't kill her, it does slow her healing process down to the speed at which a human would heal.
Combat: Verlaine is not adapt at hand to hand fighting, but through several years training she is proficient at fighting with her scythe -the same one she used to kill her family, and the only thing she has kept from her mortal life.
Third-Person Sample: Her breath was heavy, causing her chest to heave, each one more so than the last. It pained her, each of those breaths, but she couldn’t concentrate on the pain right now. She had slain the lycan already, it’s mutilated corpse lay aways off, several gashes over it’s flesh, and chunks of hair strewn about the area. Now the blade of her scythe was at the neck of the traitor. He had helped them, these lycans, giving them information about their kind, and led the death to many of those in her care. Both fledglings and their teachers, dead, killed with little remorse. All in the claims that their race was damned, abandoned by their own progenitor.
Her lips curled in disgust as he laughed at her, mocking her. Her composure had dissipated, dispersed as her blade pressed against his throat. “He would have no mercy on traitors, nor shall I. It is the ones like you who have made Caine turn his head from his people.”
The sound of metal cutting through flesh and bone, it was...oddly comforting for her, but only in the relief that he could no longer harm her own. Stepping away Verlaine looked back long enough to ignite the two bodies leaving them in a fiery blaze and smothered in the stench of burnt flesh. Her attention only then turned to herself, the gashes in her own body, some of them having already began their healing. The others would take longer, as they were carved by silver, and burned like behind her. The worst was the one on her chest, made by a massive claw, it broke her ribs and punctured her lungs, thus explaining the difficulty in her breathing.
The trek home was slow, steady, with no desire to cause further injury to herself. Even still, with her dress torn to shreds, the scythe usually propped upon her shoulder just barely being kept from dragging on the ground behind her, she walked with her head held high, all the way to her front door. Her hands rested on the handles on the large doors, but she had no energy left, no more adrenaline left to keep her going, her body collapsed in a heap of torn silk and blood, her weapon clattering to the ground beside her.
First-Person Sample Journal Post: [ Blood. Lots of it actually. And even though it’s dark, there isn’t something quite right about that blood. It’s dark -too dark- and thick, clinging to the thick cream colored material that flows to the ground from the torso the blood originated from. ]
Driretlan. Driretlan! Come to my aid. Do as I have asked!
[ There’s pain in those words, and a hand covered in lace and rings pressed to a large gash along her ribcage, tips caught in the torn fabric, the blood pulsing out slowly, as thought the heartbeat was almost gone, coating the chains hanging from her neck, staining them crimson. ]
Infernal child.
[ Disdain takes precedence over her tone this time, followed by a sharp hiss and the clatter of a blade falling to the ground. Her face hovers in the field of vision. Why, it is but a child, or at least it appears to be. Her hair, long and ratted, caked in dirt and blood, her face smeared with soot, and splattered with blood. Her eyes tho, are a piercing sapphire, and fall upon the device, taking notice of it, and the fact that it is recording. ]
Hear me and hear me well: I shall not die here. I will not fall to your kind. You will be the ones to fall to my blade. That I promise you.
[ With her face contorted with pain, Verlaine stands, her steps staggering, before the weight of her body causes them to collapse again, her back falling against the side of the building she had before been using to keep her self upright, the screen fading to black with a whisper of static ]
Name/Handle: Kuroda
Contact: AIM: iKur0da
Personal LJ: kurodauchiha
CHARACTER
Name: Verlaine de Nicholas
Age: around 300 years
World Information:
Verlaine's world essentially an alternate to our own to our own. In short, history happens nearly the way it has in out own, but behind everything there have been the vampires, and the lycans waging a time old battle between them, with desperate attempts keeping it from the prying eye of humans. Not always working, rash measures were taken to cover up their tracks ( Such as the Roanoke Settlement disappearing completely was their doing) A great deal of the lore in her world is taken from current fictions, the base details being that of the 'Book of Nod' -this is where her master, her creator Caine is pulled from, as well as memories of his banishment from the light-; Anne Rice's Vampire Chronicles -she will often talk of the 'Dark gift', how it changes a person, how their body dies a human death similar to how Lestat explained it in 'Interview with a Vampire'-; and Underworld -a battle between werewolf (lycan) and vampire nearly as old as humanity its self.
Her race is overseen by a board of Elders, all with a connection to their father (Caine) in one form or another. The lycans are the same, although they remain very well hidden, and the two boards have never met.
Vampiric lore has been pulled from several places, not just the particular thee listed. This includes, but is not limited to: vampires do not possess the ability to procreate; blood must be drank from a human, and in return the human must drink from a vampire to be turned; they will be killed is exposed to sunlight; their strength, senses, speed amongst other things are of a greater capacity then a humans; fire will severely injure them, if not kill them; telepathy, telekinesis, pyrokinesis are all powers they possess, amongst few others; crosses do not harm them; silver won't kill them, but will slow their healing down to a rate at which a human might heal; on the matter of healing, their healing is rapid and they heal very quickly instantly in some cases, furthermore they can regenerate limbs, but it takes time. Garlic, they will laugh at; blood is needed to feed; they cannot consume food, for it turns to ash in their mouths; a wooden stake through the heart will kill them.
History: Born as the first child into a French noble family, Verlaine was rather well off compared to most others. She took the image of her mother, long dark curls, pale skin, and sapphire blue eyes. She remained a only child until her mother once again became pregnant.
During child birth, Verlaine's mother experienced complications, resulting in her death as well as the child's. Her father, grief-stricken with his wife's death, and the death of the son she had tried to birth, accused Verlaine of jealousy and being a witch, out to destroy him. In his moment of madness, he sent her to a monastery to live and study under the church. Verlaine was six at the time.
When she was eight, Verlaine returned to her home after her father's second marriage. It was shortly after her return that her step-mother announced that she was with child. The child was born, healthy along with his mother, a son in the perfect image of his father. Two years later, the woman gave birth to a second child; a girl. Due to similar complications, Verlaine's step-mother died in a similar way to her birth-mother, leaving her father with the three children.
With the loss of his second wife, Verlaine's father spent the next few years drinking away their money, gambling, and hiring prostitutes. He did this until he had no money left, and was at risk of losing his home, did he find a solution. In exchange for saving his estate, he promised Verlaine's hand in marriage to a thirty-five year old duke. Verlaine was fourteen at the time.
In order to escape her fate, Verlaine killed off her family just before the wedding, using a scythe forged of pure silver, a gift her father kept in his study on the wall, one of the only things that had escaped his drinking problem. With the weapon in hand, Verlaine left her home, taking to wandering the streets, doing what she could for food and shelter. Eventually she was found by a man, tall, with long blond hair, and skin as deathly cold as the winter took her in, giving her shelter in his hotel room, giving her clothes to wear, and food to eat. She stayed with this man, Caine, for the week he was in town, until he was ready to depart. Verlaine, having found herself drawn to the man, asked to come with. Reluctantly he agreed.
She traveled with him throughout Europe, learning things about each place they visited, picking up bits and pieces of the languages as they moved from country to country. She grew well, and learned well, becoming somewhat of a treasure to Caine. The went wherever it was that Caine desired to go, Verlaine following him without question, until their travels brought them through a poorer part of England, where Verlaine contracted an illness.
Verlaine suffered and struggled through the illness, Caine having shelled out money to bring doctors from around the world to her, though no one knew what it was she had, though they all said the same thing; She would not live for much longer. Caine, having just grown accustomed to having a mortal child found himself unable to let her go. He waited for another week, until the night of her sixteenth birthday. That night he explained to her what he was, and why he was different from her. He offered her life in death without further suffering, or a death where she could sleep peacefully for eternity.
She chose life, and he turned her, leaving her with visions of his own transformation, banishment, and the thousands of years he has both walked the earth, and those which has slept away from its madness. That night he dressed her lavishly, and took her to a party, amongst human noble's like she once knew, and gave her her first lesson; seduction and feeding. She did well, and that was the night he first called her his 'porcelain doll'.
They remained together for nearly half a century, where he trained her, honed her, and taught her his ways. Feed only from those who have succumbed to evil ways, do not reveal thyself to any human whom you are not to feed from, keep away from fire and the sun. However as time passed, their race grew, careless fledglings without teachers, each one more reckless then the previous. Verlaine could sense that this distressed her master so, and knew it was true the night he left her. He told her that he would hide himself away, once again in sleep, until his proud race once again caught sight of their noble roots. Her left her with a pendant made of jade from their travels through Asia, and a bank account in her name to cover any expenses she had.
She spent the next half a century traveling, looking for her master, learning along the way that Caine was the father of their race, and to be given their gift from Caine himself, it was a honor. Even fledglings knew his name, and thus she was treated with a certain amount of respect, though she was plotted against being so young and one of them. She turned to a board of self elected Elders for combat experience and training, in return helping them fight against their enemy, the lycans. As one Elder was killed, she was offered his position, becoming one of the five, ensuring her safety as long as she remained with them.
After traveling so much, Verlaine could not so easily settle into their coven, and once again took up traveling, looking for any hint as to where Caine might be. In order for her to keep her title, she was to find fledglings who were without a teacher, and send them back to the coven house for proper education in their ways.
Her travel brought her to Russia, where she met Matthew, a young boy who's mother had been dying. To end the woman's misery, Verlaine fed from the woman, ending her life in a peaceful manor. Matthew had awoken to find Verlaine standing over the limp form of his mother. Her took to Verlaine easily, and Verlaine took him under her wing, finally returning to the coven house, where he would learn and grow with other children whom had been hand chosen to receive their gift, even though he would not.
They remained at the house until Matthew grew older, about seventeen, and Verlaine once again left taking Matthew with her. They left for a period of eight months before Matthew changed. Her returned to Verlaine one night just before dawn, collapsing in bed, exhausted. Unaware what had happened, Verlaine let him sleep, readying herself for bed as well. A few weeks later, when he finally turned, and attacked her did she know that he had been bitten by a lycan. Her hand was forced, and she killed him, once again returning to the coven house.
Within the house, there was a boy, Driretlan who had become smitten with Verlaine. He was joyous over the loss of Matthew, whom Verlaine treated as a brother, and held her affection for. He was one of the marked ones, to be turned once he came of age. Verlaine was able to hear how joyous he was from his rather loud thoughts, and in turn despised the child.
After five more years of coming and going, Verlaine finally decided to give up her title, and leave the coven, being tired of being held back by them. Upon her leaving, she was attacked several times in succession, each attack leaving her almost near death, even as a vampire. Driretlan whom had secretly followed her, saved her, and nursed her back to health. In exchange, he asked to be taken on as her escort. Reluctantly, she agreed and he joined her in her travels.
For the greater part of the next century Verlaine and Driretlan traveled, following rumors, fending off attacks on her life, and slicing through the lycans. She eventually grew bored and settled down in a home just outside of San Francisco. It to her traveling vampires come to, seeking shelter during the daylight hours. Some left, others stayed, eventually to the point that now she runs her own coven, along with Driretlan.
That is, until server of her coven members began disappearing, on by one, with nothing but their ashes left on her stoop at night fall. Through an information web that ran just barely into the lycans communications, she learned of a traitor. One of her own that had been caught, and in a pathetic attempt to save his own life, sold out his comrades. Their hunting grounds; the bar under the ownership of Verlaine herself, as well as their names, habits, and whatever else he thought the lycans could use.
After a few months of searching, and a third of her coven gone, Verlaine had whittled away enough of the pack, leaving their leader, and the traitor. She fought them both, sustain heavy injury to her person, but barely, just barely, was able to kill, and burn to both of them before returning to her house, collapsing in the doorway.
Personality: Verlaine is quiet, calm, and a serious woman. She is loyal to only one -Caine- her master, and the father of their race. Because of time spent with him, she refers to herself as his doll, if only a term. She is dedicated to his beliefs, and carries them out to this day in attempts to weed out those who taint her master's race.
She is a noble by birth, and to this day is shows. She speaks elegantly, and fluidly, hardly ever using contractions. She walks with her head high, back straight, as any noble woman would. She dresses in long clothing, rarely wearing pants, this all having not been how she was raised, and still is unfamiliar with.
She treats others much in the same way as they treat her, yet she remains very distrusting of them. Because of many attempts on her life by her own race, she keeps them at a distance, lycans are never trusted in the least bit, and because of Matthew (to be explained in history) she is greatly more hostile toward them then others.
However she might act normally, Verlaine, with a rather soft spot for humans, will allow herself to go for long periods of time without feeding, sometimes having Driretlan offer his own blood to sedate her. If she pushes herself to long, she will grow weaker, and the primal part of her mind will take over her body. She becomes more sadistic, and literally will play with her food before she feeds. Furthermore, while she usually feeds from nar-do-well's, in this particular state of mind, Verlaine will not care if whom she takes blood from is an innocent or not.
Abilities/Additional Notes: Strength: Verlaine possesses a great deal of strength, but in comparison to other vampires she is considered weak. For example, if another vampire were able to lift a two ton car with ease, Verlaine would have difficulties doing so, if able to do so at all.
Speed: As to make up for her lack of strength, Verlaine is able to move quickly because of her small size. Not a great deal faster then most vampires, but it is noticeable.
Sight: She is able to see clearly in the dark, and for great distances. In example, if she were standing outside on a clear night and looked upward and concentrated enough she would be able to clearly see a plane flying overhead.
Hearing: With focus, Verlaine can hear everything up to a certain distance. If she concentrates hard enough she can focus on a specific sound or voice. This also means she can hear things that operate on a frequency higher the the human ear is able to pick up.
Smell: Along with her other senses, her sense of smell is greatly increased.
Speech: Along with being able to hear higher frequencies then humans, she is also able to rise her voice upon the frequencies as well.
Telekinesis: A rather weak occurrence in her, she can move objects with her mind, but heavier the object, the more of a strain it will leave on her, sometimes even leaving her visibly exhausted.
Telepathy: Between humans and vampires alike Verlaine is able to hear, and project thoughts into the minds of others.
Pyrokinesis: Another very weak ability, she can light small things -like candles- on fire. She does not use this often, due to fire being one of the things that can destroy her.
Levitation: A frightening power for the majority of her race, Verlaine can literally break the binds of gravity and levitate/fly. She does not do this often, and only ever does so if it is absolutely necessary.
High-speed healing: Depending on what what she is injured with, Verlaine can heal at varying speeds from almost instantly, to several weeks. Furthermore, regeneration of limbs may take several weeks to several months.
Stillness: Verlaine can stand so still that he body will appear to be a statue, only her hair and clothing moving, providing that there is wind. As such she also holds the ability to make no sound.
Weaknesses: Sunlight, as well as fire will destroy her flesh almost instantly. A stake to the heart will kill her as well. She is unable to cross running water while outside of her coffin, and if she does not feed regularly she will grow weaker. Silver, while it won't kill her, it does slow her healing process down to the speed at which a human would heal.
Combat: Verlaine is not adapt at hand to hand fighting, but through several years training she is proficient at fighting with her scythe -the same one she used to kill her family, and the only thing she has kept from her mortal life.
Third-Person Sample: Her breath was heavy, causing her chest to heave, each one more so than the last. It pained her, each of those breaths, but she couldn’t concentrate on the pain right now. She had slain the lycan already, it’s mutilated corpse lay aways off, several gashes over it’s flesh, and chunks of hair strewn about the area. Now the blade of her scythe was at the neck of the traitor. He had helped them, these lycans, giving them information about their kind, and led the death to many of those in her care. Both fledglings and their teachers, dead, killed with little remorse. All in the claims that their race was damned, abandoned by their own progenitor.
Her lips curled in disgust as he laughed at her, mocking her. Her composure had dissipated, dispersed as her blade pressed against his throat. “He would have no mercy on traitors, nor shall I. It is the ones like you who have made Caine turn his head from his people.”
The sound of metal cutting through flesh and bone, it was...oddly comforting for her, but only in the relief that he could no longer harm her own. Stepping away Verlaine looked back long enough to ignite the two bodies leaving them in a fiery blaze and smothered in the stench of burnt flesh. Her attention only then turned to herself, the gashes in her own body, some of them having already began their healing. The others would take longer, as they were carved by silver, and burned like behind her. The worst was the one on her chest, made by a massive claw, it broke her ribs and punctured her lungs, thus explaining the difficulty in her breathing.
The trek home was slow, steady, with no desire to cause further injury to herself. Even still, with her dress torn to shreds, the scythe usually propped upon her shoulder just barely being kept from dragging on the ground behind her, she walked with her head held high, all the way to her front door. Her hands rested on the handles on the large doors, but she had no energy left, no more adrenaline left to keep her going, her body collapsed in a heap of torn silk and blood, her weapon clattering to the ground beside her.
First-Person Sample Journal Post: [ Blood. Lots of it actually. And even though it’s dark, there isn’t something quite right about that blood. It’s dark -too dark- and thick, clinging to the thick cream colored material that flows to the ground from the torso the blood originated from. ]
Driretlan. Driretlan! Come to my aid. Do as I have asked!
[ There’s pain in those words, and a hand covered in lace and rings pressed to a large gash along her ribcage, tips caught in the torn fabric, the blood pulsing out slowly, as thought the heartbeat was almost gone, coating the chains hanging from her neck, staining them crimson. ]
Infernal child.
[ Disdain takes precedence over her tone this time, followed by a sharp hiss and the clatter of a blade falling to the ground. Her face hovers in the field of vision. Why, it is but a child, or at least it appears to be. Her hair, long and ratted, caked in dirt and blood, her face smeared with soot, and splattered with blood. Her eyes tho, are a piercing sapphire, and fall upon the device, taking notice of it, and the fact that it is recording. ]
Hear me and hear me well: I shall not die here. I will not fall to your kind. You will be the ones to fall to my blade. That I promise you.
[ With her face contorted with pain, Verlaine stands, her steps staggering, before the weight of her body causes them to collapse again, her back falling against the side of the building she had before been using to keep her self upright, the screen fading to black with a whisper of static ]