Post by Seraphina Amare Morte'Poratore on Aug 26, 2015 1:06:32 GMT -5
Seraphina Amare Morte'Poratore
(Gwen for short ^^)
theme song:; (Gwen for short ^^)
Marvin Gaye by Charlie Puth ft. Megan Trainer
description:; Seraphina also know as Gwen stands at 5' 5 inches tall with a mane of flowing violet hair that cascades down to the middle of her back. Her skin is blemish free and glistens like moonlight in a star sky.Gwen has the build of gymnast, muscles toned and flexible allowing her to take down opponents foolish enough to under estimate her. To top it all off her eyes are like two amethyst stones piercing their way into your soul; ever alter and looking for her next victim. Despite her "daddies little princess" charm Gwen has a short temper; backed by an unparalleled love of torture. Her temper truly flares through at the use of her real name.One of the few people in the world she actual cares for is her Sister.
playby:; Halston Sage
age:; sweet 220
gender:; FEMALE
race: born a Vampyre
should we put bricks on your head?:; Gwen is 5 FEET AND 5 1/2 tall
no place like home:; Italy
getting lucky with ~someone~:; Heterosexual
babies coming?:;Always looking for a challenge
abilities:; Innate Abilities:
Orgasmic Bite
Purchased Abilities:
Everlasting Night
Stealth
Wind Blast
Hasten
weapon(s):;Orgasmic Bite
Purchased Abilities:
Everlasting Night
Stealth
Wind Blast
Hasten
double bladed scimitar staff, assortment of knives and small fire arms, whip, and her fangs
whatcha~wearin?:;Gwens clothing choices range from leather to spandex, but she wears whats comfortable at the time.
transportation:;2015 SRT Viper, 2016 Ducati Street Fighter
anything.else.you'd.like.to.share?:;She was turned next to an Olive Wood Tree
disposition to the law:CHAOTIC
alignment:;NEUTRAL
likes:; her sister, torture, fast motor vehicles, going to the club, *drinking* ^^
dislikes:; authority figures, waiting in general, weaklings,
phobias:; sun light, losing her sister
obsessions:; Motorcycles
background:;Gwen was born in late seventeenth century Italy; she bore the name Seraphina Amare Morte'Poratore. She was her parents second and youngest child; her parents were wrapped around her fingertips from day one. The Morte'Poratore family was one of the most influential at the country at the time; some would almost say they were like royalty. This meant that Seraphina and her older sister Adalasia were expected to act like proper young ladies at all times: this did not sit well with young Seraphina, for she wanted to go out and explore the world. She rebelled when she could , sneaking out through the gardens, playing practical jokes on the servants, one time even letting all of her fathers horses loose in the city. Unfortunately most of her young life was spent within the confides of her home studying and doing gymnastics. Many would say this is the beginning of reason why you don't see the name Morte'Poratore in the history books.
The year was 1814 and Seraphina had just turned nineteen , shed blossomed into one of the most beautiful girls in the country. Many a suitor had come for her hand in marriage, but she turned them all away; never truly satisfied with any of them. To make matters worse; her sister Adalasia had almost become like another mother to Seraphina after theirs had passed. This meant the constant nagging of being a "proper" lady would never cease. Despite the constant baggering Seraphina loved her sister, and would do anything for her. Adalasia was engaged to a young lord from France; While Seraphina still longed to be free of her last name. It was early summer and it was time for the annual masquerade festival in the village; it gave Seraphina the perfect opportunity to sneak out and not be noticed by any of the townsfolk. She climbed out her balcony window and down the wall of her father's estate to road into town. Unfortunately her older sister had followed suit and was attempting to stop her; they were just about to get into a heated debate when the world just went black around Seraphina. The next thing she knew, they were both in a dark cellar somewhere in town; she attempted to scream but her mouth was gagged. "Awwww, don't worry precious. it'll all be over soon" a voice called from the dark corner of the room. " It was rather nice of you two to save us the trouble of having to sneak into your fathers estate to kidnap you. Now listen to me carefully;I need your daddy outa the way for my plan to work, so one of you girlys is gonna do it. whether you like it or not." The next thing Seraphina felt was an intense burning pain in her scalp like some had stuck a branding iron on her head and then everything went numb.
She awoke the next evening in her bed as if everything before was just a horrible nightmare. She felt horrible, like someone had taken a branding iron and rammed it down her throat. She approached the wash basin on the other side of the room to get water, but was stopped by her lack of a reflection in the mirror. It would've revealed that her eyes were now a brilliant Amethyst color and her once ebony locks now matched it. The mix of the light red veins with the purple almost made it seem like they glowed. Her beauty had not been extinguished, but she seemed paler and almost looked malnourished.
It was then that her father entered the room accompanied by a delicious aroma that Seraphina could not place. "What did you do to your self Seraphina; this is unacceptable young lady. Were you fraternizing with the Gypsies in the Market place again?!" he shouted at his daughter; however, Seraphina was to distracted by the succulent smell enveloping her senses. It only grew stronger as her father approached even closer. His pulse rang like taiko drums in her ears, and the searing pain her her throat heightened. "What do you have to say for yourself young lady?" It was then that her new fangs flourished forth and fond their way into her fathers neck. The Crimson ambrosia enveloped Seraphina and she drank until her father was nothing left of his former self. Blood lust sated; rational thought returned to Seraphina and she backed away in disgust from her fathers corpse. "How, Why? I'm sorry Papa" she sobbed to herself. She hadn't just murdered her father: she had enjoyed it .His blood stained her face and trickled further down her neck; her mind screamed that it was wrong and disgusting but it's aroma was so intoxicating.
Her Sister's scream from down the hall had snapped Seraphina back to reality and compelled to find Adalasia. A scene similar to the one in the other room greeted Seraphina; Adalasia's fiance lay at her feet a pale shallow husk.... together the two sisters escaped the estate into town in search of the man from the night before
The year was 1814 and Seraphina had just turned nineteen , shed blossomed into one of the most beautiful girls in the country. Many a suitor had come for her hand in marriage, but she turned them all away; never truly satisfied with any of them. To make matters worse; her sister Adalasia had almost become like another mother to Seraphina after theirs had passed. This meant the constant nagging of being a "proper" lady would never cease. Despite the constant baggering Seraphina loved her sister, and would do anything for her. Adalasia was engaged to a young lord from France; While Seraphina still longed to be free of her last name. It was early summer and it was time for the annual masquerade festival in the village; it gave Seraphina the perfect opportunity to sneak out and not be noticed by any of the townsfolk. She climbed out her balcony window and down the wall of her father's estate to road into town. Unfortunately her older sister had followed suit and was attempting to stop her; they were just about to get into a heated debate when the world just went black around Seraphina. The next thing she knew, they were both in a dark cellar somewhere in town; she attempted to scream but her mouth was gagged. "Awwww, don't worry precious. it'll all be over soon" a voice called from the dark corner of the room. " It was rather nice of you two to save us the trouble of having to sneak into your fathers estate to kidnap you. Now listen to me carefully;I need your daddy outa the way for my plan to work, so one of you girlys is gonna do it. whether you like it or not." The next thing Seraphina felt was an intense burning pain in her scalp like some had stuck a branding iron on her head and then everything went numb.
She awoke the next evening in her bed as if everything before was just a horrible nightmare. She felt horrible, like someone had taken a branding iron and rammed it down her throat. She approached the wash basin on the other side of the room to get water, but was stopped by her lack of a reflection in the mirror. It would've revealed that her eyes were now a brilliant Amethyst color and her once ebony locks now matched it. The mix of the light red veins with the purple almost made it seem like they glowed. Her beauty had not been extinguished, but she seemed paler and almost looked malnourished.
It was then that her father entered the room accompanied by a delicious aroma that Seraphina could not place. "What did you do to your self Seraphina; this is unacceptable young lady. Were you fraternizing with the Gypsies in the Market place again?!" he shouted at his daughter; however, Seraphina was to distracted by the succulent smell enveloping her senses. It only grew stronger as her father approached even closer. His pulse rang like taiko drums in her ears, and the searing pain her her throat heightened. "What do you have to say for yourself young lady?" It was then that her new fangs flourished forth and fond their way into her fathers neck. The Crimson ambrosia enveloped Seraphina and she drank until her father was nothing left of his former self. Blood lust sated; rational thought returned to Seraphina and she backed away in disgust from her fathers corpse. "How, Why? I'm sorry Papa" she sobbed to herself. She hadn't just murdered her father: she had enjoyed it .His blood stained her face and trickled further down her neck; her mind screamed that it was wrong and disgusting but it's aroma was so intoxicating.
Her Sister's scream from down the hall had snapped Seraphina back to reality and compelled to find Adalasia. A scene similar to the one in the other room greeted Seraphina; Adalasia's fiance lay at her feet a pale shallow husk.... together the two sisters escaped the estate into town in search of the man from the night before
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