Letting go of her previously held propriety, Béatrix chuckled lightly at his suggestion. “Wholesome, you say? Last I checked that wasn’t an accurate adjective for our family.” She smiled at that and a dark sparkle lit up her already unnaturally blue eyes as she headed over to him. With shoulder-length hair, even in his slight annoyance with the scribes, he was a decidedly handsome Scot. Although, with his uncanny resemblance to her late sire and mate, there was no real question as to why she’d think such a thing. Just a thought though, thoughts were safer than workings of the heart.
“You’re in luck, though, I was indeed looking for a night of hunting and debauchery. Maria has a show tonight, maybe the others would fancy a sanguine stroll. We could even visit her at Tortuga, but first…” she was close enough now to offer him a taste from her flask. Both of their senses were strong enough to identify its contents. Trixy playfully waited for his look of feigned disappointment at her illicit indulgences.
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It's been over a year since I've written creatively but here I am again.
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lulz, it's only 6:30 pm where I live.
Theodora_21 said
You mean like in the post with all the rules and stuffs?
Yeah, maybe like their name, age, and one word to describe them so we can get to know all the characters. There are too many to keep straight in my head XD That being said, a few people will inevitably drop and make things easier to remember.
First IC post is up, sorry about the wall of text, I was excited to start! I don't always write that much, except for when I do. :p
Béatrix awoke to the solemn chiming of her mobile phone. She might be in her sixth century, but that didn’t mean that she couldn’t keep up with the times. Trixy glided out of her bed like a shadow, letting the moonlight spill into her room when she opened the curtains. Her little nook of Skye Manor was designed to represent her, an eclectic mix of new and old. A lot of the furniture and fabrics echoed the favored Victorian and Renaissance times of her past, but the art and accent pieces were all modern.
A familiar burning made itself at home in the back of Trixy’s throat -- she was thirsty and ready to go hunting. That being said, she sauntered over to her ornate gothic armoire to find a killer outfit to paint the town in. Let the streets run red. she thought with a hungry smile, she would never deny her nature. Her vampirism was a blessing from Francis, she would cherish it as humans cherished their religions. Trixy paired a black lace corset with dark-wash skinny jeans and knee-high leather boots. New and old, just like her room. Always cautious, as one had to be when your list of supernatural enemies was as long as hers, Béatrix fastened her dual glocks on hip holsters that sat just above her buttocks. She polished the look off with her long leather duster that covered up the weaponry.
After touching up her simple hair and makeup routine, Trixy moved on to the most important way to start every night – chartreuse. She always kept a bottle of the potion-like green liqueur chilled on ice in her room. Chartreuse was as potent as it was illegal in the states, but she wasn’t ever one to follow rules and deny her fine, French palate. She filled up her flask, etched with a black rose, and headed down to the lounge to see who else was up and looking to go for a romp.
The cliché décor of the vampire lounge always gave Trixy a chuckle. As she stepped in the doorway, Béatrix took a swig from her flask and liquid burned down like friendly fire. Food and drink did little for vampires, but the strong alcohol sometimes quelled the underlying thirst for blood. Her ever-watchful eyes scanned the room and found Ali, bring a smile to her lips. “Bonsoir, chieftan.” She said in her thick old-french accent, bowing with the otherworldly grace that all vampires possessed if they cared enough to be proper. She wondered what his plans were for the night, perhaps he had a mission for her? Whatever it was, she hoped it wouldn’t interrupt her plan to go hunting.
A familiar burning made itself at home in the back of Trixy’s throat -- she was thirsty and ready to go hunting. That being said, she sauntered over to her ornate gothic armoire to find a killer outfit to paint the town in. Let the streets run red. she thought with a hungry smile, she would never deny her nature. Her vampirism was a blessing from Francis, she would cherish it as humans cherished their religions. Trixy paired a black lace corset with dark-wash skinny jeans and knee-high leather boots. New and old, just like her room. Always cautious, as one had to be when your list of supernatural enemies was as long as hers, Béatrix fastened her dual glocks on hip holsters that sat just above her buttocks. She polished the look off with her long leather duster that covered up the weaponry.
After touching up her simple hair and makeup routine, Trixy moved on to the most important way to start every night – chartreuse. She always kept a bottle of the potion-like green liqueur chilled on ice in her room. Chartreuse was as potent as it was illegal in the states, but she wasn’t ever one to follow rules and deny her fine, French palate. She filled up her flask, etched with a black rose, and headed down to the lounge to see who else was up and looking to go for a romp.
The cliché décor of the vampire lounge always gave Trixy a chuckle. As she stepped in the doorway, Béatrix took a swig from her flask and liquid burned down like friendly fire. Food and drink did little for vampires, but the strong alcohol sometimes quelled the underlying thirst for blood. Her ever-watchful eyes scanned the room and found Ali, bring a smile to her lips. “Bonsoir, chieftan.” She said in her thick old-french accent, bowing with the otherworldly grace that all vampires possessed if they cared enough to be proper. She wondered what his plans were for the night, perhaps he had a mission for her? Whatever it was, she hoped it wouldn’t interrupt her plan to go hunting.
Woo! I'm so pumped, I don't think you all are ready for the sass that is Trixy. :]
Woo, more peoples! :D
Aiight, I edited her story so it doesnt say that she is older then. :p
Name: Béatrix de la Croix (Trixy for short, but only if she tells you it’s okay)
Age: 630, turned at around age 18
Appearance:
Personality: Years of being a self-employed hitwoman have taken a toll on Béatrix, and her senses are those of a hardened killer. In the first years of her vampire life, Béatrix made many rash decisions and could hardly keep her emotions in check. These days, a serene calm can be found in her face, the mask of a true actress. Béatrix has her vampiric urges and emotions under complete control, although she does enjoy giving in to her bloodlust – humans could have their vices, why not the supernatural as well? Although Trixy can come off as flirtatious and friendly, she has built an icy wall around herself. If you don’t get too attached to somebody, it doesn’t mean that much when they are ripped away.
Bio: The end of the 14th century in Europe was a time of revolution and crisis… There was the Hundred Years' War between the English and the French for Western France, the Black Death decimating the continent, and famine afflicting the poor. Béatrix de Le Croix was born to a noble French family in the winter of 1367. She lived a life of luxury for a time, as her family was one of wealth and power.
In the year of 1385, Béatrix had reached an age where her marriage was the talk of the entire town, let alone the family. Back in those days, women had little choice in the matters of marriage, especially nobles. Béatrix’ parents had suitors lined up at the door for her, but everyone knew it for the ruse it was, her future husband was already chosen for her. The groom-to-be was the ideal political match, and the complete opposite of a love connection. The man was portly, red-faced and smelled of soured milk… on a good day.
Fortunately for Béatrix (although others at the time may have disagreed with that sentiment) the Black Death had fallen upon her like a war hammer. It was on one of the nights when Béatrix’ sickly coughing had her up late into evening, that a soft rapping came at her window. Recognizing the face of one of the suitors that she had taken quite a fondness for, Béatrix let Francis into her home. Before all else, Francis planted a hungry kiss on her lips. If she hadn’t been so sick, blood would have rushed to her cheeks in waves.
That night, Francis studied her sickly condition and made her an offer: he would cure her of this disease and save her life, if she promised to run away with him and leave this life of nobility and fame behind. Her new life would have to be a secret… and they would have to get the vampiric council’s approval as well. Being young and in love, Béatrix made the decision any flowered girl would make, she chose a life of freedom with this overwhelmingly handsome man. Young love with the promise of beauty and an eternity together was enough to keep any secret. Francis turned her into a vampire that very night and prepared her for a new life to come. First though, they had to stage her death, which of course is an easy thing to do when you no longer have a pulse and the Black Death is already upon you. Believing that their only heir had passed away in her youth, Béatrix’ parents never came looking for her.
Béatrix and Francis were happy together for quite a while, they traveled the world, new and old, and made love in all of the most beautiful places. Béatrix enjoyed her new found strength and powers, and she felt untouchable. Unfortunately for Francis, Béatrix thought wrong… One fateful night, Béatrix awoke alone in their bed. Francis frequently went out of town for meetings that Béatrix asked little questions about, it wasn’t really a woman’s place to pry – even in the vampiric community. But the night before, Francis hadn’t mentioned any meetings. Béatrix did know one thing about her lover’s dealings, and that was that they were very dangerous.
Béatrix scrambled out of bed in fear and ran out into the living area. A scream burst from her chest as she took in the scene of her lover splayed out across the floor. Savage claw marks were raked into Francis’ chest and his heart was absent. Béatrix crumpled to her knees at the realization of what had happened. Francis’ job came with dangers, it came with enemies, enemies like werewolves who would come into your house in the middle of the day and kill you.
From that fateful day and forward, Béatrix picked up where Francis had left off. She would avenge Francis’ death and slay every crooked supernatural being that she came across, especially the wolves. Béatrix knew enough about werewolves to know that she couldn’t beat them in strength, but she could outwit them, deceive them, and catch them by surprise. Over the years, Béatrix honed her skills of mental manipulation, deception, and private investigation. As technologies and weapons changed, so did she, trying to stay one step ahead of the enemy. Rumors and tales spread in the supernatural community of this fearsome self-claimed hitwoman, but few knew the name and face to match the tales… almost none who recognized her for what she was survived it.
Trixy found her way to the New World seeking adventure and new enemies to hunt. She was on a mission in New York City when she met the leader of the Blackmoore clan. Alistair had an authority that she could respect, as their morals aligned just so. Although Trixy had always led a nomadic lifestyle, she felt pulled to join this clan in particular… maybe it was the promise of a family… maybe there would be strength in numbers. Béatrix quickly climbed her way up the ladder of authority, her age alone doing most of the work. It wasn’t long before Alistair asked Béatrix to put her skills to good use as his Head Executioner, a job that promised to give her vengeful heart purpose. She has been a loyal family member and advisor to Alistair ever since.
What family do you belong to: She is on the Blackmoore's Council of Advisors as ‘Head Executioner’
Power: Mental Manipulation/Compulsion. Trixy can completely mind control humans, better than most vampires even as she has fine-tuned her abilities. Béatrix can also alter the thoughts and feelings of other vampires, especially if they are younger than her. She still struggles to get into the heads of vampires older than her, but she will never stop trying.
Side: Humans are food, but they are too inferior to be considered a true enemy.
Weapon: She dual wields glock 22s in combat and almost always has them concealed on her person somewhere, along with a combat knife.
Other Things:
Skills – She is stealthy, believably deceptive, has elder level healing, finely tuned mental control abilities, a precise marksman aim, and a killer smile.
Flaws – She suffers from bloodlust, vengeful behavior, has a slew of supernatural enemies that she has racked up over the years, a lack of trust in others, and a vendetta against Werewolves.
Fears – When you reach a certain age, fears mean less and less… even death doesn’t seem all to unwelcome. One fear, however, remains for Béatrix, the fear of losing a loved one - A fear easily avoided if you choose not to love.
Age: 630, turned at around age 18
Appearance:
Personality: Years of being a self-employed hitwoman have taken a toll on Béatrix, and her senses are those of a hardened killer. In the first years of her vampire life, Béatrix made many rash decisions and could hardly keep her emotions in check. These days, a serene calm can be found in her face, the mask of a true actress. Béatrix has her vampiric urges and emotions under complete control, although she does enjoy giving in to her bloodlust – humans could have their vices, why not the supernatural as well? Although Trixy can come off as flirtatious and friendly, she has built an icy wall around herself. If you don’t get too attached to somebody, it doesn’t mean that much when they are ripped away.
Bio: The end of the 14th century in Europe was a time of revolution and crisis… There was the Hundred Years' War between the English and the French for Western France, the Black Death decimating the continent, and famine afflicting the poor. Béatrix de Le Croix was born to a noble French family in the winter of 1367. She lived a life of luxury for a time, as her family was one of wealth and power.
In the year of 1385, Béatrix had reached an age where her marriage was the talk of the entire town, let alone the family. Back in those days, women had little choice in the matters of marriage, especially nobles. Béatrix’ parents had suitors lined up at the door for her, but everyone knew it for the ruse it was, her future husband was already chosen for her. The groom-to-be was the ideal political match, and the complete opposite of a love connection. The man was portly, red-faced and smelled of soured milk… on a good day.
Fortunately for Béatrix (although others at the time may have disagreed with that sentiment) the Black Death had fallen upon her like a war hammer. It was on one of the nights when Béatrix’ sickly coughing had her up late into evening, that a soft rapping came at her window. Recognizing the face of one of the suitors that she had taken quite a fondness for, Béatrix let Francis into her home. Before all else, Francis planted a hungry kiss on her lips. If she hadn’t been so sick, blood would have rushed to her cheeks in waves.
That night, Francis studied her sickly condition and made her an offer: he would cure her of this disease and save her life, if she promised to run away with him and leave this life of nobility and fame behind. Her new life would have to be a secret… and they would have to get the vampiric council’s approval as well. Being young and in love, Béatrix made the decision any flowered girl would make, she chose a life of freedom with this overwhelmingly handsome man. Young love with the promise of beauty and an eternity together was enough to keep any secret. Francis turned her into a vampire that very night and prepared her for a new life to come. First though, they had to stage her death, which of course is an easy thing to do when you no longer have a pulse and the Black Death is already upon you. Believing that their only heir had passed away in her youth, Béatrix’ parents never came looking for her.
Béatrix and Francis were happy together for quite a while, they traveled the world, new and old, and made love in all of the most beautiful places. Béatrix enjoyed her new found strength and powers, and she felt untouchable. Unfortunately for Francis, Béatrix thought wrong… One fateful night, Béatrix awoke alone in their bed. Francis frequently went out of town for meetings that Béatrix asked little questions about, it wasn’t really a woman’s place to pry – even in the vampiric community. But the night before, Francis hadn’t mentioned any meetings. Béatrix did know one thing about her lover’s dealings, and that was that they were very dangerous.
Béatrix scrambled out of bed in fear and ran out into the living area. A scream burst from her chest as she took in the scene of her lover splayed out across the floor. Savage claw marks were raked into Francis’ chest and his heart was absent. Béatrix crumpled to her knees at the realization of what had happened. Francis’ job came with dangers, it came with enemies, enemies like werewolves who would come into your house in the middle of the day and kill you.
From that fateful day and forward, Béatrix picked up where Francis had left off. She would avenge Francis’ death and slay every crooked supernatural being that she came across, especially the wolves. Béatrix knew enough about werewolves to know that she couldn’t beat them in strength, but she could outwit them, deceive them, and catch them by surprise. Over the years, Béatrix honed her skills of mental manipulation, deception, and private investigation. As technologies and weapons changed, so did she, trying to stay one step ahead of the enemy. Rumors and tales spread in the supernatural community of this fearsome self-claimed hitwoman, but few knew the name and face to match the tales… almost none who recognized her for what she was survived it.
Trixy found her way to the New World seeking adventure and new enemies to hunt. She was on a mission in New York City when she met the leader of the Blackmoore clan. Alistair had an authority that she could respect, as their morals aligned just so. Although Trixy had always led a nomadic lifestyle, she felt pulled to join this clan in particular… maybe it was the promise of a family… maybe there would be strength in numbers. Béatrix quickly climbed her way up the ladder of authority, her age alone doing most of the work. It wasn’t long before Alistair asked Béatrix to put her skills to good use as his Head Executioner, a job that promised to give her vengeful heart purpose. She has been a loyal family member and advisor to Alistair ever since.
What family do you belong to: She is on the Blackmoore's Council of Advisors as ‘Head Executioner’
Power: Mental Manipulation/Compulsion. Trixy can completely mind control humans, better than most vampires even as she has fine-tuned her abilities. Béatrix can also alter the thoughts and feelings of other vampires, especially if they are younger than her. She still struggles to get into the heads of vampires older than her, but she will never stop trying.
Side: Humans are food, but they are too inferior to be considered a true enemy.
Weapon: She dual wields glock 22s in combat and almost always has them concealed on her person somewhere, along with a combat knife.
Other Things:
Skills – She is stealthy, believably deceptive, has elder level healing, finely tuned mental control abilities, a precise marksman aim, and a killer smile.
Flaws – She suffers from bloodlust, vengeful behavior, has a slew of supernatural enemies that she has racked up over the years, a lack of trust in others, and a vendetta against Werewolves.
Fears – When you reach a certain age, fears mean less and less… even death doesn’t seem all to unwelcome. One fear, however, remains for Béatrix, the fear of losing a loved one - A fear easily avoided if you choose not to love.
OMG, McHaggis this is perfect! Our characters will have great synergy... also, their backgrounds are eerily similar. I will post my CS once I find my old one and edit it to fit this RP. Shouldn't have to change too much. :D I'm so excited! Let's make a pact to not let this RP die for a while, okay? I was heartbroken to have to leave Trixy behind before.
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