Post by Yoya DuSang on Oct 28, 2013 6:36:59 GMT -5
Yoya Tiamet DuSang
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What I’ve Done by Linkin Park
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Yoya is a strong woman, in both mind and soul. She doesn’t like to be questioned, but will answer reasonably if it happens. Though most wouldn’t believe it Yoya doesn’t think that she deserves anything better because of her age, in fact she believes that age has very little to do in life, you may learn more if you’re careful but someone else could probably learn the same thing in a shorter matter of time. So playing age with Yoya doesn’t ever really work out, if anything it tends to make her ignore you. If anyone wishes to gain the attention of this vampyre they would have to do so with their skill.
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Unknown Model
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sweet 3000 (w/prior approval.)
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Female
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born a Xenyar Vampyre
should we put bricks on your head?:;[/b][/color]
Yoya is 5 Feet and 1 inch tall
no place like home:;[/b][/color]
Babylon
getting lucky with ~someone~:;[/b][/color]
Pansexual
babies coming?:;[/b][/color]
Single (She was married way too long ago for widow to still count.).
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Innate:
Chorus of Anguish
Gained:
Alchemy lvl 2 Alchemy
Metals Lvl 2 Metallurgy
Chorus of Anguish
Gained:
Alchemy lvl 2 Alchemy
Metals Lvl 2 Metallurgy
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Whip, Longbow, Quarterstaff
whatcha~wearin?:;[/b][/color]
Yoya can usually be found in light weight revealing clothes that show off her midriff, arms, legs, and cleavage. Though when trying to look more appropriate, generally when around the Daemon’s of Rome, she wears long white or black dresses.
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While good on horseback, Yoya does not yet know how to drive.
anything.else.you'd.like.to.share?:;[/b][/color]
She has a silver circlet with a purple gem in it that she wears when in her dresses.
i]disposition to the law[/i]:;[/b][/color]
Neutral
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Neutral
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Museums,
Learning modern languages,
Modern Weapons,
Music Modern and Ancient,
Stories
Learning modern languages,
Modern Weapons,
Music Modern and Ancient,
Stories
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Liars,
a lack of balance,
Things that are uneven.
a lack of balance,
Things that are uneven.
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Mnemophobia
obsessions:;[/b][/color]
Balance
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I was born during the first full moon of winter in the year 987… before the Common Era. I have been asleep for the last three thousand years. I do not know most of what I missed, I still have not woken up… Though, I wonder what awaits me when I do. These have been a slow three thousand years, very slow in fact. I remember my past, everything that has happened, I know that I will not remember this when I wake up… my Goddess gave me that knowledge. Maybe I remember now, simply so that I can think about what happened before, where I went wrong, and where I failed my Goddess, I know now when that happened, I knew then… but for some reason… I did not care… but I have to go back once more to the beginning, watch it all over again, I don’t mind.
I was the 8th daughter of my mother, though she was 3rd daughter of her family, my father a young male whore was the 8th son of his father, working to take care of his still living brothers. I was told by my father that my mother did not want me from the very beginning, she was a woman of high birth, she could not have a child of someone so far below her, but she could not get rid of me either, though she never could figure out why. Fate maybe? Just my luck, I ended up being a stillborn, as far as they knew at least. After five minutes I started to cry, it was not a loud cry but I did in fact cry. I landed as the 8th daughter, a bad symbol for us, the symbol of chaos. My mother believed fully that Tiamat blew her breath into my lungs. She would not raise me, so instead she took me to my father who did take me in. I was left there with him raised in the whore house, while most would laugh or pity me, I loved it there. I never once sold my body. My father, the other men, and women there were very protective over me and loved me. I somehow ended up with very bad OCD, it made it so that even my speech had to be even and balanced. I found out very early that, the OCD wasn't the only thing wrong with me; I had a bad reaction to the sunlight, I needed blood to live, I had bit my father on multiple occasions just to survive, I was told what I was though the word we used for it is not the same word that you would. I was what we called Etummu.
I was raised by my father until I was seventeen years old. I found him then, a young noble whose love I had, and I loved him, his name was Alorus and he was kind and gentle, he had my whole heart. I had also found my goddess, the perfect one for me, the Goddess of balance known as Varos. I vowed to Varos that I would follow her ways. A year after meeting Alorus, and worshiping Varos I was married, the year was 969 BC. I loved him dearly and we stayed together and close through our fifteen years of marriage. We sadly had not a single child, nor even a close call. My husband died in the year 955 BC, he was already 34 years old. I knew, from the stories, that I would long outlive everyone around, and that it had a good chance of not ending well for me, so one year after my husband's death I faked mine, I was 33 years old. To be honest, I was depressed.
I stayed hidden for the next 48 years. During that time, I pretended to be a beggar living on the streets, a fortune teller giving people wise words helping them on their way to balance as best I could praying that they would listen to me. When I came back with a new name, I met a clan of were-tigers they are known as the Romanovs. I traveled with them for a long time, learning to live a different life while still staying loyal to Varos, I believe I was loyal to her for many years. Eventually, me and one of the other were-tigers decided it would be a good idea to try and continue the line, we had two children Redemption and Enoch. They were born in 887 BC. Sadly, Redemption was murdered when he was 20 years old, I remember how upset I was about it, I cried for days. Not once during this time though, did I curse or question Varos. I decided to leave the were-tigers and try to do my own thing once more, this was after at least ten more years of staying with them and watching over Enoch, I ended up leaving him with his father to raise, just as my mother did.
After leaving them I got to see Varos for the first time, though it would not be my last, she gave me the first level of her blessing, and I was thankful to her. I continued to work for Varos and it got easier as my OCD got worse, if that makes any sense. I took down kings who were either much too good as well as much to evil. I decided to leave Babylon for a while I'd been there much too long under too many personas. I went to Egypt to see if I could bring balance there, it took a lot of work and while I was unable to change the entire country I was able to bring villages to balance. It was there that I got the second level of favor from Varos, also there that I noted that she spoke the same way that I did, though I did not ask her about, I felt that would be kind of rude to ask a Goddess. I decided that I had done all I could in Egypt so I left and headed toward Asia. I lived for a long while in a small village in China, there I taught the ways of balance, showing them the true meaning of yin and yang. Shortly after I left the village I earned my third level of favor, and again I met my Goddess, every time though I felt awe struck. She took my breath every single time and probably still will if I ever get to see her again, though when that will be is any persons guess.
In 637 I left for Japan, there is where I learned something truly important, just teaching balance isn't good enough, and though I lived my life in a balanced way, I would have to try harder to keep it like that, for my Goddess. I took up knowledge learning everything I could from anyone I could, including how to fight. I was a good assassin but not a very good close range fighter, and that could have ended badly, I needed to finish my work before I died. After all, what kind of follower would I be if I got killed so easily, or needed someone to save me all the time?
In 700 BC I returned to Babylon, to find that the Assyrian's held my home, not what I expected to come home to, it was chaos. I spent all my time trying to teach the lessons of my goddess, but mostly I was treated as a fool, never to be truly heeded. I gained the final level of Varos' favor, I was of her chosen, I changed names many times to protect myself and those who would try to hurt me, I became known as Nicrotis. I helped the soldiers took care of them during the sacking of Nineveh, did what I could to keep balance. In 550 BC I became the queen of what would now be called neo-Babylon.
That was when it started... I helped him do things that I knew were out of balance, I helped him with things I knew would not be good. I was warned... a total of six times by Varos over the next 550 years each time because I was doing something, being a part of something I shouldn't have. Then in the year 13 AD I was cast into a slumber by Varos, I had no idea how long it would last for, but I was told that when I awoke I would be allowed to try again, to regain all of my favor with Varos, to please her once more from the start I was more than ready to accept. I would after all do anything for my goddess, anything she asked. I awoke once in 1600’s I saved a sphinx. He didn’t have much of a name, and he seemed alone I didn’t want him to be alone, so I gave him the name of my son, and 48 hours later, I was back to my slumber and taken back in by what I had heard called “The Daemons of Rome.”
I was the 8th daughter of my mother, though she was 3rd daughter of her family, my father a young male whore was the 8th son of his father, working to take care of his still living brothers. I was told by my father that my mother did not want me from the very beginning, she was a woman of high birth, she could not have a child of someone so far below her, but she could not get rid of me either, though she never could figure out why. Fate maybe? Just my luck, I ended up being a stillborn, as far as they knew at least. After five minutes I started to cry, it was not a loud cry but I did in fact cry. I landed as the 8th daughter, a bad symbol for us, the symbol of chaos. My mother believed fully that Tiamat blew her breath into my lungs. She would not raise me, so instead she took me to my father who did take me in. I was left there with him raised in the whore house, while most would laugh or pity me, I loved it there. I never once sold my body. My father, the other men, and women there were very protective over me and loved me. I somehow ended up with very bad OCD, it made it so that even my speech had to be even and balanced. I found out very early that, the OCD wasn't the only thing wrong with me; I had a bad reaction to the sunlight, I needed blood to live, I had bit my father on multiple occasions just to survive, I was told what I was though the word we used for it is not the same word that you would. I was what we called Etummu.
I was raised by my father until I was seventeen years old. I found him then, a young noble whose love I had, and I loved him, his name was Alorus and he was kind and gentle, he had my whole heart. I had also found my goddess, the perfect one for me, the Goddess of balance known as Varos. I vowed to Varos that I would follow her ways. A year after meeting Alorus, and worshiping Varos I was married, the year was 969 BC. I loved him dearly and we stayed together and close through our fifteen years of marriage. We sadly had not a single child, nor even a close call. My husband died in the year 955 BC, he was already 34 years old. I knew, from the stories, that I would long outlive everyone around, and that it had a good chance of not ending well for me, so one year after my husband's death I faked mine, I was 33 years old. To be honest, I was depressed.
I stayed hidden for the next 48 years. During that time, I pretended to be a beggar living on the streets, a fortune teller giving people wise words helping them on their way to balance as best I could praying that they would listen to me. When I came back with a new name, I met a clan of were-tigers they are known as the Romanovs. I traveled with them for a long time, learning to live a different life while still staying loyal to Varos, I believe I was loyal to her for many years. Eventually, me and one of the other were-tigers decided it would be a good idea to try and continue the line, we had two children Redemption and Enoch. They were born in 887 BC. Sadly, Redemption was murdered when he was 20 years old, I remember how upset I was about it, I cried for days. Not once during this time though, did I curse or question Varos. I decided to leave the were-tigers and try to do my own thing once more, this was after at least ten more years of staying with them and watching over Enoch, I ended up leaving him with his father to raise, just as my mother did.
After leaving them I got to see Varos for the first time, though it would not be my last, she gave me the first level of her blessing, and I was thankful to her. I continued to work for Varos and it got easier as my OCD got worse, if that makes any sense. I took down kings who were either much too good as well as much to evil. I decided to leave Babylon for a while I'd been there much too long under too many personas. I went to Egypt to see if I could bring balance there, it took a lot of work and while I was unable to change the entire country I was able to bring villages to balance. It was there that I got the second level of favor from Varos, also there that I noted that she spoke the same way that I did, though I did not ask her about, I felt that would be kind of rude to ask a Goddess. I decided that I had done all I could in Egypt so I left and headed toward Asia. I lived for a long while in a small village in China, there I taught the ways of balance, showing them the true meaning of yin and yang. Shortly after I left the village I earned my third level of favor, and again I met my Goddess, every time though I felt awe struck. She took my breath every single time and probably still will if I ever get to see her again, though when that will be is any persons guess.
In 637 I left for Japan, there is where I learned something truly important, just teaching balance isn't good enough, and though I lived my life in a balanced way, I would have to try harder to keep it like that, for my Goddess. I took up knowledge learning everything I could from anyone I could, including how to fight. I was a good assassin but not a very good close range fighter, and that could have ended badly, I needed to finish my work before I died. After all, what kind of follower would I be if I got killed so easily, or needed someone to save me all the time?
In 700 BC I returned to Babylon, to find that the Assyrian's held my home, not what I expected to come home to, it was chaos. I spent all my time trying to teach the lessons of my goddess, but mostly I was treated as a fool, never to be truly heeded. I gained the final level of Varos' favor, I was of her chosen, I changed names many times to protect myself and those who would try to hurt me, I became known as Nicrotis. I helped the soldiers took care of them during the sacking of Nineveh, did what I could to keep balance. In 550 BC I became the queen of what would now be called neo-Babylon.
That was when it started... I helped him do things that I knew were out of balance, I helped him with things I knew would not be good. I was warned... a total of six times by Varos over the next 550 years each time because I was doing something, being a part of something I shouldn't have. Then in the year 13 AD I was cast into a slumber by Varos, I had no idea how long it would last for, but I was told that when I awoke I would be allowed to try again, to regain all of my favor with Varos, to please her once more from the start I was more than ready to accept. I would after all do anything for my goddess, anything she asked. I awoke once in 1600’s I saved a sphinx. He didn’t have much of a name, and he seemed alone I didn’t want him to be alone, so I gave him the name of my son, and 48 hours later, I was back to my slumber and taken back in by what I had heard called “The Daemons of Rome.”
Worships Varos. Weakness to Palm.
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