Vampire Arigia
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Character description
Ah, the story you are about to be told should never be repeated. Luckly, you seem to have caught me in a generous mood, and I'm willing to tell my tale. But beware, If I say a little too much, I'll make you mine for sure.
My name is Arigia Glenshire, and I am 238 years old. I was born in the year 1768, into a nobel family in New Orleans. I was the youngest of six children, but what was soon to become five. I had three sisters, and two brothers. Babette was the oldest, followed nine months later by my first brother, Lumous. Diana and Nicholas were twins, but more different than you could ever imagine. Catalina was next to come, and I followed not three years later. We were of French decent, but had a
bloodline that was a mystery to the younger children: the twins, Catalina, and myself. Lumous and Babette were old enough to know the secret my mother kept from us in the locket on her breast. Being the child I was, my curiosity enticed me to act on impulse and pester my mother into letting small pieces slip from her silken lips. She would play my games, give in to my desires, but only pieces.
Catalina and I had a complicated relationship . . . But it wasn't until after she died that I reolized how close we had been. I was twelve years old when she caught the plague. She was barely fifteen. She suffered, I suffered, she died, I didn't. After the funeral, a unique stranger made her way to my mother. This didn't surprise me, there were people saying their goodbyes I don't think even knew my mother had a daughter. None the less, four and two sons.
But something about this devine creature unsettled me . . . At the same time, I wanted to know more. I assume she felt my stare behind her. She looked back at me frequently. Jade-woodland eyes . . . Much like my mother's. I had inherited my eyes from my father; A rather boring pearl blue, colder than ice itself. She looked a lot like my mother, actually. Skin more pale than the moon light itself; a trait the three of us had in common. Her long hair was as black as night, and graceful whisps escaped the braid in back. She was taller than my mother, or maybe she just held herself with more pride. The sun had already set when the stranger caught my attention, for the casket was planned to go down with the setting sun. A tradition, in our family. After the two of them finished talking, the stranger looked rather pleased with herself, and my mother looked distressed.
She came my way. I bowed my head to show atleast a small amount of respect (something I had lacked those few weeks Catalina was sick). Bowing her head in return, she introduced herself as "Diana." I was just as captivated as I had been when our eyes first met, and even more so to hear her voice. Like a chorus of angels, if I remember correctly. A chorus of angels, flying over the flames of hell. Her charisma was like a drug. Pulling me into the gateway until I needed more. I had to have more.
Diana was to be staying with my mother, the twins and I while my father was gone. Lumous and Babette had already moved away and begun families of their own. Elizabeth, my mother, seemed unsettled by Diana's presance in our home, and often insisted she must attent to various errends just to escape. She wouldn't look at me. Diana intruiged me more so than anything else had and has still. I asked her all sorts of questions about all sorts of things I probably shouldn't have. She discovered one thing about me that no one had ever known before: My captivation with the occult. At this time I was a true practitioner and developed a bit of a skill with wicca.
She led me astray from my studies, and often took me to masquerades and evening minuettoes to kill the time. I adored every moment. Once I was seventeen, a tender age as it is, she recognized the beauty in me and introduced me to a young man near my age. He was twenty four. This was a perfectly reasonable age for a young couple to be, unlike the times now. He took my hand, kissed it gently, and bowed. His name was Gabriel. My dear sweet Gabriel . . .
His charm was intoxicating . . . His swift movements and the devonaire gleam in his eye oozed into my pores and slashed through my heart. But of corse, this was all planned. Diana had been hoping this would happen from the very moment I walked through the ballroom door. We parted, but I hoped to God on High I would see him again.
After the masquerade had ended, I scoured the surrounding grounds in vain that we might meet. Hour after hour, I replayed our first moments in my head, and each time it seemed more dreamlike than before. I began to question my sanity. Was he real? Had Gabriel just been a dream? No, not a dream. A euphoria . . . A vision of such perfection and beauty I couldn't possibly have made it up on my own . . .
My doubts were interrupted by the brilliance of lightning against the night sky, and a massive clap of thunder. Diana had been on her way hours ago, and I wasn't ready to give up hope yet. So, I sought refuge in a cemetery not far from the castle grounds. There were many mausoleums, but I was drawn to one near the center of the boneyard. I pushed open the heavy door, my gown of taffeta and silk drenched through, and who else, but the man I felt such a passion for was there to greet me. He didn't look surprised. Alas, he looked as if he'd been waiting.
Beckoning to me, he held his hand to gesture for me to take it. I did, and I was in a fantasy once again. His touch was like fire and ice . . . Cold as death, but it burned inside of me as if I had been thrown into the staggering flames ahead. I fell to my knees, my breath short and sparatic, and again he was right there behind me. He was grasping my shoulders, rubbing them soothingly, kissing my neck and my lips like I had never been kissed before. Locked in an embrace, fingers laced so tightly I could call them my own. His ardent caress seemed much more than my sould could endure. And one final strike never ended it all. One kiss gone sharp much near my collar bone. My breaths became even shorter, my vision burred, and my consciousness slipping slowly away. But never did I want it to end . . .
So I fought. I fought my hardest, and I held on fast. Gabriel's voice cut through the war in my head; He told me I was stronger than he imagined, and that made his love burn brighter. I was too evaporated to even comprehend what he was saying . . . And this was to be expected. It seemes it was written, but I couldn't read between the lines. All I knew was drumming . . . That blasted rythym was pounding in my head, and no matter what it wouldn't cease! And a hunger was beginning to
burn inside of me . . . Of what, I had not the vaugest conception.
"I'll make you mine, forever." That fire and ice touch was coursing through my veins again. And the hunger that once reassured me I was indeed alive, was being satisfied. To my appreciation, and to my horror. When I finally awoke from my midnight innertia, plagued with memories he had wed together, I began to reolize what had happened . . . And then I reolized he hadn't left me.
I fell for his seduction with a hungry heart and a passion replette, and it payed a fine tole . . . My family was dead. Including Lumous, his wife, and the unborn infant. This was all my doing . . . My deceptive ways and my leading them into the untamed darkness and the predators guile of true damnation.
Gabriel was quick to tire of me . . . I haven't seen him since I watched him feed from my sweet Babette. He dissapeared into the forest with nothing more than a touch of the hand and a single bloody tear, shed by me . . .
Diana had long gone, and I remained ageless and alone. I didn't seek out new companions, but used my spite against any unlicky soul who just so happens to cross my path. Two hundred and twenty years have past since the breeze stank of sunset and camphor, and my lantern chased his phantom. From grace, I fell in love with him, and I have forever to regret. And I have forever to watch the humans die, by my hand. The icy cruel hand of death in a beautifuly deceptive body.
My name is Arigia Glenshire, and I am 238 years old. I was born in the year 1768, into a nobel family in New Orleans. I was the youngest of six children, but what was soon to become five. I had three sisters, and two brothers. Babette was the oldest, followed nine months later by my first brother, Lumous. Diana and Nicholas were twins, but more different than you could ever imagine. Catalina was next to come, and I followed not three years later. We were of French decent, but had a
bloodline that was a mystery to the younger children: the twins, Catalina, and myself. Lumous and Babette were old enough to know the secret my mother kept from us in the locket on her breast. Being the child I was, my curiosity enticed me to act on impulse and pester my mother into letting small pieces slip from her silken lips. She would play my games, give in to my desires, but only pieces.
Catalina and I had a complicated relationship . . . But it wasn't until after she died that I reolized how close we had been. I was twelve years old when she caught the plague. She was barely fifteen. She suffered, I suffered, she died, I didn't. After the funeral, a unique stranger made her way to my mother. This didn't surprise me, there were people saying their goodbyes I don't think even knew my mother had a daughter. None the less, four and two sons.
But something about this devine creature unsettled me . . . At the same time, I wanted to know more. I assume she felt my stare behind her. She looked back at me frequently. Jade-woodland eyes . . . Much like my mother's. I had inherited my eyes from my father; A rather boring pearl blue, colder than ice itself. She looked a lot like my mother, actually. Skin more pale than the moon light itself; a trait the three of us had in common. Her long hair was as black as night, and graceful whisps escaped the braid in back. She was taller than my mother, or maybe she just held herself with more pride. The sun had already set when the stranger caught my attention, for the casket was planned to go down with the setting sun. A tradition, in our family. After the two of them finished talking, the stranger looked rather pleased with herself, and my mother looked distressed.
She came my way. I bowed my head to show atleast a small amount of respect (something I had lacked those few weeks Catalina was sick). Bowing her head in return, she introduced herself as "Diana." I was just as captivated as I had been when our eyes first met, and even more so to hear her voice. Like a chorus of angels, if I remember correctly. A chorus of angels, flying over the flames of hell. Her charisma was like a drug. Pulling me into the gateway until I needed more. I had to have more.
Diana was to be staying with my mother, the twins and I while my father was gone. Lumous and Babette had already moved away and begun families of their own. Elizabeth, my mother, seemed unsettled by Diana's presance in our home, and often insisted she must attent to various errends just to escape. She wouldn't look at me. Diana intruiged me more so than anything else had and has still. I asked her all sorts of questions about all sorts of things I probably shouldn't have. She discovered one thing about me that no one had ever known before: My captivation with the occult. At this time I was a true practitioner and developed a bit of a skill with wicca.
She led me astray from my studies, and often took me to masquerades and evening minuettoes to kill the time. I adored every moment. Once I was seventeen, a tender age as it is, she recognized the beauty in me and introduced me to a young man near my age. He was twenty four. This was a perfectly reasonable age for a young couple to be, unlike the times now. He took my hand, kissed it gently, and bowed. His name was Gabriel. My dear sweet Gabriel . . .
His charm was intoxicating . . . His swift movements and the devonaire gleam in his eye oozed into my pores and slashed through my heart. But of corse, this was all planned. Diana had been hoping this would happen from the very moment I walked through the ballroom door. We parted, but I hoped to God on High I would see him again.
After the masquerade had ended, I scoured the surrounding grounds in vain that we might meet. Hour after hour, I replayed our first moments in my head, and each time it seemed more dreamlike than before. I began to question my sanity. Was he real? Had Gabriel just been a dream? No, not a dream. A euphoria . . . A vision of such perfection and beauty I couldn't possibly have made it up on my own . . .
My doubts were interrupted by the brilliance of lightning against the night sky, and a massive clap of thunder. Diana had been on her way hours ago, and I wasn't ready to give up hope yet. So, I sought refuge in a cemetery not far from the castle grounds. There were many mausoleums, but I was drawn to one near the center of the boneyard. I pushed open the heavy door, my gown of taffeta and silk drenched through, and who else, but the man I felt such a passion for was there to greet me. He didn't look surprised. Alas, he looked as if he'd been waiting.
Beckoning to me, he held his hand to gesture for me to take it. I did, and I was in a fantasy once again. His touch was like fire and ice . . . Cold as death, but it burned inside of me as if I had been thrown into the staggering flames ahead. I fell to my knees, my breath short and sparatic, and again he was right there behind me. He was grasping my shoulders, rubbing them soothingly, kissing my neck and my lips like I had never been kissed before. Locked in an embrace, fingers laced so tightly I could call them my own. His ardent caress seemed much more than my sould could endure. And one final strike never ended it all. One kiss gone sharp much near my collar bone. My breaths became even shorter, my vision burred, and my consciousness slipping slowly away. But never did I want it to end . . .
So I fought. I fought my hardest, and I held on fast. Gabriel's voice cut through the war in my head; He told me I was stronger than he imagined, and that made his love burn brighter. I was too evaporated to even comprehend what he was saying . . . And this was to be expected. It seemes it was written, but I couldn't read between the lines. All I knew was drumming . . . That blasted rythym was pounding in my head, and no matter what it wouldn't cease! And a hunger was beginning to
burn inside of me . . . Of what, I had not the vaugest conception.
"I'll make you mine, forever." That fire and ice touch was coursing through my veins again. And the hunger that once reassured me I was indeed alive, was being satisfied. To my appreciation, and to my horror. When I finally awoke from my midnight innertia, plagued with memories he had wed together, I began to reolize what had happened . . . And then I reolized he hadn't left me.
I fell for his seduction with a hungry heart and a passion replette, and it payed a fine tole . . . My family was dead. Including Lumous, his wife, and the unborn infant. This was all my doing . . . My deceptive ways and my leading them into the untamed darkness and the predators guile of true damnation.
Gabriel was quick to tire of me . . . I haven't seen him since I watched him feed from my sweet Babette. He dissapeared into the forest with nothing more than a touch of the hand and a single bloody tear, shed by me . . .
Diana had long gone, and I remained ageless and alone. I didn't seek out new companions, but used my spite against any unlicky soul who just so happens to cross my path. Two hundred and twenty years have past since the breeze stank of sunset and camphor, and my lantern chased his phantom. From grace, I fell in love with him, and I have forever to regret. And I have forever to watch the humans die, by my hand. The icy cruel hand of death in a beautifuly deceptive body.
Statistics
| Total loot: | 1,632.76 litres of blood |
| Victims bitten (via link): | 5 |
| Fights: | 8 |
| Victories: | 1 |
| Defeats: | 7 |
| Draws: | 0 |
| Gold gained: | ~ 0.00  |
| Gold lost: | ~ 0.00 |
| Damage to enemies: | 70.12 |
| Damage from enemies: | 559.33 |
The attributes of Arigia:
| Character level: | Level 3 |
| Strength: |    (10) |
| Defence: | (10) |
| Agility: | (10) |
| Stamina: | (10) |
| Dexterity: | (10) |
| Experience: |   (46|45) |
The ancestral site statistics of Arigia
| Attempted challenges: | 0 |
| Successful challenges: | 0 |
| Failed challenges: | 0 |
Profile
| Gender: | female |
| Age: | unknown Years |
| Hometown: | --- |
| ICQ-number: | --- |
| MSN Messenger: | XxSadSallyxX@hotmail.com |
| Yahoo Messenger: | XxautumnsxXxwinterxX |
| AIM-Name: | XxEternalSallyxX |
| Jabber ID | --- |
| Skype ID | --- |
Arena
Arigia has not yet achieved a special arena rank.
Arigia has created 2 Vampires so far: