completed. [hider] [h3]Basic Information[/h3] Name : [color=9e0b0f][b]Elizabeth Von Dracul[/b][/color] Age : 27 Gender : Femme Marked: No [color=9e0b0f][b]Appearance[/b][/color] [img]http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs39/f/2008/354/6/3/_Vampire__by_thedancerinthedark.jpg[/img] She is rather tall for a woman, standing at roughly 6 feet 2 inches. She likes to dress in an all black attire with minimal jewelry. She also has a 8 in long scar running down the side of her neck. She likes to keep her nails sharp and long and has almost knee length obsidian black hair which she usually ties in a viking braid. Skills and Talents [b][color=9e0b0f]An Expert Herbalist and Potion-Master Survivalist Tracking Shadow Magic[/color][/b] Overall Role Potion-master Talents [b][color=9e0b0f]Information Collection:[/color][/b] She is good at using her looks to get her way and also influencing and manipulating people. Though she is no spy, she enjoys messing with people and driving them to the edge. [b][color=9e0b0f]Torture:[/color][/b] Call it a blood calling or legacy but the Draculs are known throughout their history to be monsters in skin of humans. Their victims seldom retain their sanity and almost never come out as they were once. She enjoys both physical and mental torture. [b][color=9e0b0f]Stealth:[/color][/b] Here love for shadows and natural sneakiness lends into her ability to have almost zero presence. Like a ghost that goes unnoticed, it can be said that she has almost mastered the shadows. Weaknesses [b][color=9e0b0f]Vanity:[/color][/b] Needless to say that she is proud of her looks and Hexes that deal with dis-figuration leave a particular bad taste for her. She is known to become unreasonable and violent under such circumstances when she is victim of such a curse. [b][color=9e0b0f]Blood Urges:[/color][/b] Sometimes the call of blood is too intense, she has this uncontrolled state of slipping into a blood phantasm and attacking anyone in sight. This is also the time that she is most vulnerable because her movements are erratic and lacking her usual poise and calculation. [b][color=9e0b0f]Fire:[/color][/b] She has an abject terror of fire and usually can't stand its sight. Though it doesn't take itself to crippling measure but it still is incapacitating. [h3][color=9e0b0f]Favorite Spells[/color][/h3] 1. Crucio: Forbidden but oh so lovely. 2. Imperio 3. Avada Kedavra 4. Brackium Emendo 5. Colloportus 6. Defodio 7. Diffindo 8. Expulso Maxima 9. Glacius Tria 10. Umbras Amplexus [i](Shadow Embrace)[/i] Biography [b][color=9e0b0f]Views[/color][/b] She views Muggles as a form of entertainment, like clueless chickens unaware of their looming ephemeral existence easily snuffed at the hands of the malevolent or the hungry. But she believes that they should enjoy and carry on their lives to the fullest so that the meal is juicy when its finally feeding time. Thus, she is at odds with the current regime and its doings. History Born into literal royalty, Elizabeth's childhood was pretty rosy. Blessed with arcane talent from her mother's side. She looked from close quarters the horrors that his family inflicted on the populace that came to call them their overlords. At 7, the halls of Castle Voivoda shifted to the halls of Durmstrang. A natural progression, there under the tutelage of the likes of Igor Karkaroff and other able magi, she found her true calling. Brewing potions, yes it wasn't as glamorous as casting fantastic and colorful spells. It didn't have the appeal of Dark Arts that was so prevalent in the school. Yet, slip someone a few drops of Alihosty and watch in delight at the ensuing madness. Potions had capabilities that common wizards would never appreciate, they had potential that was easily overlooked for the fantastical and flashy spells. Yet, she studied hard. Gaining proficiency in the spells that appealed her and concentrating the rest of her efforts on her cauldron and laddle. She had this image of a crooked witch sitting by a cauldron cackling madly that she adored and somewhere in her childish heart wanted to become like it. She returned to Romania at 17. The events that were transpiring worldwide were painting a grim picture of the days to come. In her time at Durmstrang, she had come to appreciate uniqueness and blundering nature of muggles. Though her school had a diktat that strictly denied their entry. It were through reports worldwide that she would come to know of their achievements in the world of arcane. As she arrived home, she began looking at things differently and to see the fruition of her ideas she did the unthinkable. Through her mastery of potions she mixed the Bloodroot into the daily meal of her family. Sending them into the cold embrace of death as she spotted a few Thestrals in the garden after her job was done and then she vanished. Leaving the land of Romania to roam the various lands and experimenting her ideas of so called Muggle Freedom. She did occasionally submitted to her nature and many an unfortunate Wizards and normal humans did pay the occasional price but by and large her role was that of a liberator. She'd weave her way into social circles of the rich and powerful and leave bodies in her wake. All the time perfecting her craft. She now finds herself on the doorsteps of another tyrant. Ready for another challenge, this time going toe to toe with the world's finest and vilest. Wand [i]Yew, Dragon Heartstring, 13 inches, Moderate Flexibility.[/i] [/hider]