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| Amara | Mar 21 2007, 06:34 PM Post #1 |
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Zauberer Clanleiter
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[size=3]Player Contact[/size] Name: Meighan Age: 18 Online Contact: Pm or E-mail [size=3]The Character[/size] Name: Amara Ashmore Nickname: Wolf Age: 500 Gender: Female Race: Vampire Clan: Homeland/Birthplace: England, London Occupation: During the time that she left Nikolas she traveled the world, making investments under different names that brought back nice profits. Now she write books that are sold to both humans and pre-natraul creatures alike. Physical Description: She stands at 5’8 with waist length ebony hair tumbling down her shoulders and back. It frames a face with high cheek bones, a fine, straight nose and lush lips that seem to beg for a kiss forever titled ever so slightly in a shadow of a smile. Her eyes are wide, tilted slightly at the corners to give them an almost feline appearance. The shade is a pure, startling green, capable of darkening and changing like a stormy sea. That gaze seems to draw people in, looking past all that they hide behind to pierce the soul beneath. Unlike many who have lived as long, her skin has a pure honey tone, further setting off her captivating eyes. Her figure is lithe, owning just the right amount of curves to draw admiring eyes. In each of her movements there is a grace no amount of finishing school could instill in the most apt of pupils. She dresses as she pleases but you can often find her dressed in a pair of tight fitting black pants that ride low on her hips with a skirt split down the front of a burgundy shade. Over it she may wear a tunic with full sleeves gathered at the cuff beneath a tight fitting vest. In the small of her back is tattooed a phoenix in flight, though few ever see it. Around her neck hangs a golden necklace, the chain swinging betwixt her breast. Suspended from it is a clear crystal, flashes of colors appearing in almost randomly. Personality: Amara can come across as being a very calm, collected person who is almost unable to be ruffled. However beneath this cool demeanor lays a woman capable of torture unimaginable. She is in tight control of her self and its that self same control that makes her deadly. She holds to the old ways of keeping your word and is loyal to her Clan above all else. She is highly intelligent, though very stubborn. Be very sure that you want to dance with her, its not always a enjoyable experience. She has a love for people with a wicked sense of humor. But no matter how friendly she is, remember she is willing and capable of ripping your heart out and using it and your entrails to decorate her table. Strengths/Weaknesses: (NO LISTS! There must be at least four sentences.) She keeps her word and expects other to keep theirs which doesn't always happen. She can deal with dawn light and twilight but strong light burns her deeply. Crosses and the like have no effect upon her. She has spent much of her immortal life alone, this is perhaps her greatest strength, teaching her to rely on herself. But perhaps her greatest weakness, for she longs for those she can let in close. And those you love can hurt you deeply. Likes/ Dislikes: (NO LISTS! There must be at least four sentences.) She is the boss and on the rare occasion when someone disobeys her she enjoys correcting them immensely. She also enjoys disguising herself and going into theaters to watch performances, though she knows full well the trouble it could cause should she be discovered. She both enjoys an d hate torture, depending on who it is. There are few things she can not stand, oath breakers are one. People act with a moment thought and idiots in general. But she really, really hates it when one of her own disobeys her. b]Abilities:[/b] (NO LISTS! There must be at least four sentences. Everyone has abilities and talents.) She can manipulate water and all its forms as well blood spells. Such as binding others with blood. There is something called “hand of blood” with it she can call forth blood from any wound, no matter how small. She can heal as well. She can of course speak mind to mind but her most favored power is Aura. With it she uses both her aura and that of her subject to bind, heal or harm. She has learned many spells that allow you to do a great many things but these must be memorized and each has its toll as do all magics. She can dance almost anything and often uses these in combat involving bladed fans, swords and daggers. She can use modern weaponry but prefers not to. She is an apt thief as well as a apt student of music. History: Amara was born just 2 years before Henry VIII became England's new rose in the Tudor Reign. The night that Amara was gifted to the world was one full of calm, the scent of coming rain heady on the night air. The stars shone brightly that night as she came to the world in the back of a Gypsy wagon. Her mother, however, was not built for labor of this kind and the birth was difficult one. The band of Gypsy's stood around camp fires that night, speaking in hushed tones of the fever that had grasped hold of the weak woman shortly after her sweet baby came safe to the world. Days passed and little by little she weakened until death took her. Years passed and Amara traveled about England, growing to become a young lass of 14. At that age she was capable of luring any gaze with her dance, best the boys at racing and preform rather well with a dagger. Already her beauty had begun to show. Her father, being sense able man ahead of his time worried that his daughter might one day resort to plying her looks to survive. He did only what he could do and took her back to London, depositing her on his cousins door step. He could not teach her the things she would need to know to better herself, and the things she did know would only provided for her to exist, never reaching for more. So he told himself leaving his young Amara with the “blue-blooded” side of his family was best. He had never wanted anything to do with them, but he would be damned if his child would be left unprepared for that world he lived in should he go. Amara, of course, hated her father for leaving her with people she had never heard of. Of course she had seen their like. They always came to the Gypsy fairs to watch girls dance, have the fortune told and the like. They had taken the note her father had written and read it. Before Amara could understand and process what was happening she was pushed into a blue room with far to many flowers. At the far end sat a woman dressed in satin and silk, jewels at her throat and finger. The two stared at one another for a moment, both eyes the color of a jade sea as they measured one another. From this woman, this Grace, Amara would learn the art of being a lady. That was after the battle that ensued. It took a full year before Amara no longer ran like man or rode like one. A year before she could dance better than any girl her age, a year before she knew all her manners and ways to address nobles. It was then that Grace decided that her niece was ready to travel, travel and learn. Once Amara got her hands on a book it was like some great beast within her demanded that she feed it knowledge. She read anything and everything she could get her hands on. She even read occult books in secret, the forbidden fruit of a romance novel when her Aunt was not looking, texts in different languages and origin. It was this thirst for learning, for power, and her beauty that was her doom. For when she met Nikolas, this thirst for knowledge would seal her fate, giving her power in return for what was lost. By the time she came across Nikolas she was a woman of 20 years. She had remained unwed by her own choice, preferring to use the wealth her aunt gave her to indulge her thirst for knowledge and new things. She was in Paris, France when she came across him at one of their many balls. She had noticed him across the room, flirting with their host. There was something darkly alluring about him, though he himself looked like a angel. As if feeling her stare he had looked up and caught her eyes, giving her a smile of a boy who knew he had been caught. The rest of the night she found her eyes straying to him. Tiring of it all she decided the best course of action would be to leave. It was a strange choice for one who always made a point of looking into what ever intrigued her. But instinct warns us for a reason. As she was leaving she bumped into him. They spoke little but it seemed that after that they began to take walks together, attend the many balls and teas side by side. Nikolas , for his part, insured that he spent as much time as the enchanting Vixen would allow. He thought perhaps he could play with her, drink from her then let her go about her life. But over time he found he wanted her, craved her. He loved how she always wanted to know more, learn more. As he grew to know her better he understood why. Her entire life had always been out of her control and the smart young lady had already learned that if one had knowledge one had power. So when the time came her drank down her blood as one would a rare wine and turned her after. In this way, Amara became him fledgling. For a long time she hated him for what he had done to her, for what he had taken. She left him and explored the earth for a number of years, coming across many of her like. In time she sought him out and they disappeared from the world of men while he taught her spell craft , healing and other things. He grew surprised at her knack for the gifts of their race and her ability to hone them. So when they came out from their seclusion he took his jewel to La Citta Della Morte, naming her his heir. At the time, Amara didn't think much of it, Nikolas was immortal was he not? So instead she concentrated on her life and what she would make of it. However, 150 years past and Nikolas was slain by a rouge as he slept and that put Amara on the throne to Zaubere Clan. After many trails and many fights, she solidified her rule and has held to it with ruthless grasp sense. She had required a blood oath from every member of her clan and has even made her own fledgling sense the beginning of her reign , enjoying the company of the few she created long before then as they return to her. |
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| The High Priestess | Mar 23 2007, 09:10 AM Post #2 |
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Sacred Cow's Make The Tastiest Hamburger!!!
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approved, and yes you are more than welcome to be clanlieter of the Zauberer clan, enjoy, and I'll see you around. |
![]() [size=6]Revolution is not something fixed in ideology, nor is it something fashioned to a particular decade. It is a perpetual process embedded in the human spirit. ---•Abbey Hoffman[/size] | |
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