Post by Anna McCoy on Mar 19, 2009 18:21:20 GMT -5
Character Basics
Name: Ailionóra De Barbarac
Nickname: Aili (not to be confused with Ali)
Age: 19
Appearance
Looks: Slightly taller than average, about 5'8. Dark Hair. Slim Figure.
Scars, tattoos, other marks: A small Fleur De Lis tattoo on the back of her neck
Portrayed by: Natalie Portman
Personality and Stats
Basic Personality: A little shy and untrusting but still friendly. Harmless to other vampires, unless provoked or threatened.
Species: Vampire
Abilities: Standard vampire abilities
Occupation: None.
Car: Magnetic Black 350z (track)
History
Birthplace: A small town in France (possibly near Versailles)
Family: None (still alive, at least)
Friends: None that are permanent.
History: Her name is Ailionóra. She was born on March 4th, 1568. Yes, she am a vampire, and she is over four centuries old... Her story begins in a small town in France, the night she died...
She was a countess, and she was to be married to the Crown Prince. The night she died, she was riding in a beautiful carriage decorated in precious velvets and jewels. They were going down a small dirt path, on their way to her wedding at the castle. The carriage was drawn with two pure black horses dressed in the finest leathers. She was completely, utterly, and incandescently happy. That was when it happened. One of the horses began to jump and kick, and when she asked what was wrong, the drivers declared it to be a snake that spooked him. Unfortunately, her drivers were wrong. Suddenly, a flaming arrow shot through the curtain that was covering her window. The silk fabric lit up instantly. One of the drivers was yelling at the other. She couldn't hear the muffled sounds, but she knew that she had to get out. She didn't want to die. She had her whole life ahead of her. She was to be married. To be queen. She opened the door on the opposite side of the inflamed curtain and looked at her surroundings. The road looked familiar enough. She jumped out as they passed a small patch of grass and soft mosses. She heard the sounds of the startled men fade into the distance. To this day, she don't know who - or what - shot that fateful arrow, but she does know what happened afterward. She wandered hopelessly through the forest, trying to find her way to the castle, or anywhere, for that matter. She tripped and stumbled through the fallen trees and thorned bushes. She was lost, and she knew it. But she refused to give up. She had everything she had ever dreamed of, and more, layed out in front of her. She wished she had known how quickly the most precious things in her life, or life itself, could be taken from her. Stolen. As she strayed further from the castle - without her knowledge - she found a small deer, lying motionlessly on the ground before her. As she approached it, it became apparent that it had bled to death, but there was no blood. She wondered what kind of horrible creature would do such a loathsome deed. What kind of sickening and repulsive being would drain a poor deer of its blood. It's life. She wondered if the legends of the inhuman beings that her mother had warned her about were true. She had told her of the things in the forests whose very existence was dependent on the consumption of blood. Then she felt chills run down her back and heard a small crack of a twig snapping in two behind her. She reflexively turned to the sound. She saw a man walking toward her with looks that reached far beyond even that of the prince. He watched her like a hawk, eyeing its prey. She was immediately suspicious. "What's a pretty young girl like you doing in the middle of the forest, alone?" he had asked. She didn't reply, and he stepped closer. As he closed the distance between them, she saw everything she had waiting for her at the castle vanish. She could no longer envision what her future would hold. She could no longer see a future. She knew she was going to die. So she closed her eyes and waited. She waited for him to kill her. To suck her body dry of the red substance inside her that now ran cold, filled with terror. She felt his tight grasp around her and his lips brush against her neck "this will only hurt for a second" he had whispered as he sunk his diamond-hard teeth into the soft, vulnerable skin of her neck.
But something stopped him, and he released his grip on her. She fell to the ground - not of her own accord. She opened her eyes to see that she was alone again. She heard the faint sounds of talking in the distance. She tried to call to them, but she couldn't find her lips. She was drifting away into unconsciousness. She was fading into oblivion. Then there was a sudden, sharp pain that shot throughout her body. She laid on the forest floor, writhing in pain. Nothing could help her now, she knew she was dying. She knew it was over. She doesn't remember how long the pain lasted, but she does remember that it was excruciating...
It felt as if she had been asleep for months. She woke to a dark night, the moon hidden behind the thick cloud cover. She could see everything with intricate detail, despite the darkness. She knew she had changed almost immediately. She jumped to her feet to see the new and bizarre world that surrounded her. She recognized the same scene from the night she died. She knew she was no longer alive. She touched her hand to her chest. No heartbeat. She knew he had changed her. Made her like him. She had to get away from this place, so she ran. She ran at a remarkable speed. The rush was exhilarating. She made it to the ocean, but she didn't want to stop. So she swam. She doesn't know exactly how far, or how long she fled, but she had to escape. She stopped when she reached the Americas. And she waited, feeding only she had to. She didn't want to waste time, she just wanted to run. She roamed the land, searching for a purpose. She found many like her. Some bonded together in what they called a coven. But she decided to trust only herself, only what she knew, only the safety of her own mind...
That is her story. That is what has made her who she is today.
That is her life. Her death. And her re-birth...
Name: Ailionóra De Barbarac
Nickname: Aili (not to be confused with Ali)
Age: 19
Appearance
Looks: Slightly taller than average, about 5'8. Dark Hair. Slim Figure.
Scars, tattoos, other marks: A small Fleur De Lis tattoo on the back of her neck
Portrayed by: Natalie Portman
Personality and Stats
Basic Personality: A little shy and untrusting but still friendly. Harmless to other vampires, unless provoked or threatened.
Species: Vampire
Abilities: Standard vampire abilities
Occupation: None.
Car: Magnetic Black 350z (track)
History
Birthplace: A small town in France (possibly near Versailles)
Family: None (still alive, at least)
Friends: None that are permanent.
History: Her name is Ailionóra. She was born on March 4th, 1568. Yes, she am a vampire, and she is over four centuries old... Her story begins in a small town in France, the night she died...
She was a countess, and she was to be married to the Crown Prince. The night she died, she was riding in a beautiful carriage decorated in precious velvets and jewels. They were going down a small dirt path, on their way to her wedding at the castle. The carriage was drawn with two pure black horses dressed in the finest leathers. She was completely, utterly, and incandescently happy. That was when it happened. One of the horses began to jump and kick, and when she asked what was wrong, the drivers declared it to be a snake that spooked him. Unfortunately, her drivers were wrong. Suddenly, a flaming arrow shot through the curtain that was covering her window. The silk fabric lit up instantly. One of the drivers was yelling at the other. She couldn't hear the muffled sounds, but she knew that she had to get out. She didn't want to die. She had her whole life ahead of her. She was to be married. To be queen. She opened the door on the opposite side of the inflamed curtain and looked at her surroundings. The road looked familiar enough. She jumped out as they passed a small patch of grass and soft mosses. She heard the sounds of the startled men fade into the distance. To this day, she don't know who - or what - shot that fateful arrow, but she does know what happened afterward. She wandered hopelessly through the forest, trying to find her way to the castle, or anywhere, for that matter. She tripped and stumbled through the fallen trees and thorned bushes. She was lost, and she knew it. But she refused to give up. She had everything she had ever dreamed of, and more, layed out in front of her. She wished she had known how quickly the most precious things in her life, or life itself, could be taken from her. Stolen. As she strayed further from the castle - without her knowledge - she found a small deer, lying motionlessly on the ground before her. As she approached it, it became apparent that it had bled to death, but there was no blood. She wondered what kind of horrible creature would do such a loathsome deed. What kind of sickening and repulsive being would drain a poor deer of its blood. It's life. She wondered if the legends of the inhuman beings that her mother had warned her about were true. She had told her of the things in the forests whose very existence was dependent on the consumption of blood. Then she felt chills run down her back and heard a small crack of a twig snapping in two behind her. She reflexively turned to the sound. She saw a man walking toward her with looks that reached far beyond even that of the prince. He watched her like a hawk, eyeing its prey. She was immediately suspicious. "What's a pretty young girl like you doing in the middle of the forest, alone?" he had asked. She didn't reply, and he stepped closer. As he closed the distance between them, she saw everything she had waiting for her at the castle vanish. She could no longer envision what her future would hold. She could no longer see a future. She knew she was going to die. So she closed her eyes and waited. She waited for him to kill her. To suck her body dry of the red substance inside her that now ran cold, filled with terror. She felt his tight grasp around her and his lips brush against her neck "this will only hurt for a second" he had whispered as he sunk his diamond-hard teeth into the soft, vulnerable skin of her neck.
But something stopped him, and he released his grip on her. She fell to the ground - not of her own accord. She opened her eyes to see that she was alone again. She heard the faint sounds of talking in the distance. She tried to call to them, but she couldn't find her lips. She was drifting away into unconsciousness. She was fading into oblivion. Then there was a sudden, sharp pain that shot throughout her body. She laid on the forest floor, writhing in pain. Nothing could help her now, she knew she was dying. She knew it was over. She doesn't remember how long the pain lasted, but she does remember that it was excruciating...
It felt as if she had been asleep for months. She woke to a dark night, the moon hidden behind the thick cloud cover. She could see everything with intricate detail, despite the darkness. She knew she had changed almost immediately. She jumped to her feet to see the new and bizarre world that surrounded her. She recognized the same scene from the night she died. She knew she was no longer alive. She touched her hand to her chest. No heartbeat. She knew he had changed her. Made her like him. She had to get away from this place, so she ran. She ran at a remarkable speed. The rush was exhilarating. She made it to the ocean, but she didn't want to stop. So she swam. She doesn't know exactly how far, or how long she fled, but she had to escape. She stopped when she reached the Americas. And she waited, feeding only she had to. She didn't want to waste time, she just wanted to run. She roamed the land, searching for a purpose. She found many like her. Some bonded together in what they called a coven. But she decided to trust only herself, only what she knew, only the safety of her own mind...
That is her story. That is what has made her who she is today.
That is her life. Her death. And her re-birth...