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Ophelia watches the interaction between the two with interest. She had never seen anything like this before. Did this man put a spell on Daria? He got close to her quickly, although her new friend didn’t exactly seem to mind it. Silas…huh, so that’s his name. Well, in any case, she studies their body language, simply watching to see how this plays out

Hermes Powder - The Strangest Academy in Existence

Yeah sorry I’m getting my characters mixed up, yes I did

Hermes Powder - The Strangest Academy in Existence

Ophelia pauses from where she was about to walk, hearing a new voice. Two people in one day, totally a recorded for her. She turns back around, seeing a boy now. She observes him carefully, the red tint on his face isn’t sunburn, it looked like the wind had blown to harshly against it, but there wasn’t much wind today, he must have been doing something strenuous, like running prehaps? She didn’t know, maybe it didn’t matter. “Well it’s alright…” she says lightly, her voice similar to that of golden honey, the accent of her origin ever present.

She notices Darias light blush, raising an eyebrow in confusion at it but saying nothing, looking back to the boy, “And you are…?”

Hermes Powder - The Strangest Academy in Existence

“Oh, well good, neither have I.” Ophelia nods, turning back to look at the school. “I’m going to find the headmaster,” she decides out loud, “let me know if you wish to join me.” She says over her shoulder to Dahlia before she begins walking, her posture practiced and perfect. When she lived with her parents, before she escaped, posture was a constant lesson Ophelia would be taught, and it was consistently a reminder of how she still seemed to be in their control, even with them dead.

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Ophelia smiles lightly, quietly congratulating herself in her head for officially meeting her first potential friend, basically ever. “Well, Daria who is 17, I’m assuming you were also invited to this…school? It is a school, yes?” She asks for clarification, tilting her head, her dark hair shifting with the movement, loose strands still not a culturally common sight.

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Ophelia seems to visibly relax a bit, entertained by the young girls seeming nervousness. “It’s nice to meet to Daria. I’m Ophelia.” She hums, holding out a hand to the young girl for her to shake. It seems to be custom that when meeting new people, they always shake hands, so that is what she will do. Keep up some kind gesture of what she assumed was good will

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Ophelia raises a brow at a voice behind her, turning around in slight confusion. The small voice belonged to a girl, a few years younger than she was, but Ophelia didn’t guess age, never having been good at that. “Um…” she pauses, unsure of what to say, this was the first interaction she has had outside of work. “Are…you talking to me?” She asks, the French accent tinting her voice, the words she spoke not rude, more light and gentle.

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Ophelia sighs, the sun casting an annoying glow across her body through a dusty window and she turns in her bed. Her raven hair falls over her shoulders like water in a lake spilling over rocks, her body moving to sit up.

Today was her first day at this strange little school the young woman was invited to. She still didn’t quite understand why she was invited, by she would enjoy education outside of what she was taught by her late mother and father. Trudging out of the rickety bed, she sighs, rubbing her full blue eyes and beginning to get ready. She didn’t know if there was a uniform, so she just eyes a simple blue and black dress, putting on her usually accessories, a Pearl necklace and ring, the only really valuable things she owns.

Feeling that there was no need for breakfast, and never having enjoyed eating in the mornings anyways, Ophelia leaves the small house she owns, carrying a black leather bag with her, her blue heeled boots clicking along the tile as she walks. She leaves her hair down, never having been one for social accepted norms, and quite frankly, she couldn’t be bothered to care.

Ophelia can’t remember how long she walked for, but after a good long moment of humming and strolling to the address given in her invitation, she finally comes across a grand school, large and intricate in its design.

“Mon dieu…” she whispers, the French curse leaving her mouth softly

She makes her way through the gates, her doll like and tired eyes sweeping across the school grounds, observing all that she could, taking in the new scenery with intrigue.

꧁✧𝒯𝒽ℯ ℒ𝒶𝓈𝓉 𝒱𝒶𝓂𝓅𝒾𝓇ℯ ℋ𝓊𝓃𝓉ℯ𝓇✧꧂

Character Name: Dahlia Moore,
Alias: The Reaper

Character Role: The Hunter

Age: 246, looks around 22

Appearance:

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Scar- pin.it/3rLpb65xJ

Outfit- pin.it/2GEPRB2HZ

Background:
Dahlia was born in the 1590’s to a small family in Spain. The wars and conflicts had ravaged her home and family, her father and two brothers long since dead, her mother passing from grief, leaving Dahlia to watch over herself. She was found by an older man, a vampire by the name of John. He moves her to France with him, and she lived there from the age of 5. Dahlias life was far from perfect, but after being adopted by this vampire, raised as a human in a well off family, she rarely yearned for anything. Her life seemed to be bright, protected.
On her 20th birthday, John finally sat her down, explaining why he was gone so often at night, why he would sleep during the day…he taught her about vampires. This of course threw her for a spin, and she didn’t know what to do with the information. There had been several missing persons cases…were they John? She soon accepted him after a trying time of anger and confusion, but this man was basically her father. She cared about him
Then one day, she met another vampire, having been taught by John how to spot them. This one was a man named Pierre, and he was Dahlias first love. John didn’t like him, didn’t trust him. He said that other vampires weren’t like him, that they were more dangerous, more unstable, especially young ones, but Dahlia didn’t listen. She was in love.
Pierre taught her many things, brought her to places she only dreamt of, and one day, after a more secluded and intimate moment…he bit her. Dahlia woke up in her home after, fire blazing around her, a deep cut around her neck as if someone tried to slit her throat. She began to scream in pain and confusion, looking for John, and when she found him, Pierre was standing over his dead body, the head of her adoptive father bashed in, a wooden stake through his heart.
When she cried and screamed and begged for an answer for the betrayal, Pierre gave a grin and a simple answer. “Territory war.” That’s all it was. Her lovers clan wanted to be the only hunters here, and this is what they did? John was involved in a clan war, and she didn’t even know. Her life crashed down in a single night, and she vowed to from then on hunt down and kill every last vampire.

Personality Traits: Brash and honest, Dahlia is haunted by her past losses, betrayal and the crave fore vengeance setting deep in her soul. She doesn’t know compassion, or how to forgive, only rage, a fire that is unrelenting.

Goals/Motivations: To wipe out every vampire from the plane of this world or die trying

Relationships: None (yet)

Special Abilities or Skills:

**Expert Tracker:** She can sense the presence of vampires and is skilled in locating hidden sanctuaries.

**Weapon Mastery:** Dahlia is well versed in various weapons, especially those specifically designed to combat vampires, such as crossbows, silver blades, and firearms.

**Stealth and Infiltration:** Dahlia can move silently and blend into the shadows, allowing her to approach her targets undetected.

**Combat Skills:** Dahlia has trained herself for decades in hand-to-hand combat and perfected multiple fighting styles, most well used is French military combat

**Knowledge of Vampire Lore:** The Hunter possesses extensive knowledge about vampire weaknesses, history, and lore, which he uses to exploit vulnerabilities.

**Charisma and Persuasion:** Despite her fearsome reputation, Dahlia has a certain charm that allows her to persuade or manipulate others to aid her in her quest.

Fears:
✧ Thalassophobia
✧ Monophobia
✧ Nyctophobia
✧ Electrophobia
✧ Agoraphobia
✧ Arachnophobia

Flaws:
✧ She is very condescending
✧ Mercy is a foreign concept to her
✧ She doesn’t consider of factor in collateral damage
✧ She doesn’t care about collateral damage
✧ She leaves one person alive just long enough to tell the tale, she then finds and kills them as well
✧ She is a bit self-righteous

Quotes:
“I would say that I would see you in hell, but I’ll be going somewhere much worse.”
“Do you think that you are interesting?”
“Fuck you.”
“I don’t know what’s gonna happen, but my outfit still looks good, so…little victories.”

꧁✧𝒯𝒽ℯ ℒ𝒶𝓈𝓉 𝒱𝒶𝓂𝓅𝒾𝓇ℯ ℋ𝓊𝓃𝓉ℯ𝓇✧꧂

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