Post by Anita on Mar 16, 2010 21:04:33 GMT -5
General:
Name: Anita Julianna Graison
Gender: Female
Age: By appearance, 23. Literally, over 900 years
Class: Wandering Painter
Species: Vampire
Alignment: Neutral
Birth Date: April 23, 1100
Powers:
- Arduer: This power is more of a curse/ gift. Long story short, it is a need to off of lust. The hunger can never be quenched but is able to be controlled and be fed is by sexual energy. This can also be fed from far away. Intercourse does not have to be part of the equation, blood can, but the main need is lust. If intercourse does take place, you are cut to the heart as deeply as you allow. Say, you wanted to be loved beyond imagination, you will be once you have releashed. Think of it as a double edged sword.
- Animal to Call: The ability to call animal(s) in case of emergency, including the lycanthropes. Anita is able to call leopards, wolves, and swans.
- Power Draining: This ability can drain someone's life energy. This can also be used to be able to heal someone else, if Anita choses so.
Face Claim: Andrea Lopez
Appearance:
Hair Color: Naturally a soft black
Eye Color: A dark green with flecks of dark blue
Height: 5’9”
Build: Petite yet curvy
Skin type: Quite pale
Scars/Marks: Had a cross branded into her chest before she was turned
Image:
Appearance:
Wearing antique fashions from her time, Anita can be found wearing clothes that mesh perfectly well with those of the modern. She can be seen wearing high-heels now-a-days, any that accomplished her outfit. Depending on the day, her hair is either up nicely or down beautifully.
Personality:
Likes:
- Sitting and staring
- Being quiet and listening
- Being different
- Singing and drawing/ painting
Dislikes:
- Being followed
- Being weak
- Having to be violent
Influences:
- Family
- Inspiration
- Idea's based on love and sorrow
Strengths:
- Her strong will
- Vampyric powers
- To be able to control her facial expressions and hide her feelings
- Keeping her anger in check
Weaknesses:
- Nice men
- Silver
- Sunlight
Dreams:
- To find her place in this world
- To belong
Nightmares:
- Dieing again and again when morning comes
Habits:
- Tends to keep her head down
- Her eyes stare at someone as she thinks
- Hides her emotions with a blank face
- Speaks with an French accent
General Personality:
Anita shows off as a silent type. Talking about anything might get her to shed the whole shrinking violet thing, depending on the subject. It takes alot of effort to get her angered and violent, but there comes to a point where she'll protect herself and her friends before the option of death. Anita is usually nice one her good days, but on her bad ones, just make sure you are miles away.
Relationships:
Mother: Theresa Leucothea Graison
Father: Damian Richard Graison
Siblings: None
Other: They come and go like the night.
Lover: None yet
Friends: Unknown
Enemies: Unknown
History:
History:
From day of birth, Anita was of a royal family that had issues with affection. Her mother was harsh and kept Anita in training to be a lady of the courts. Her father on the other hand was silent to caring and emotions with his mind on physical matters.
After several of miscarriages, her mother rejected her father and his desires. With her father angered, he ordered her mother to run or she'll force his hand and kill her himself. Her mother fleed that night without Anita.
It was when Anita was twelve that she first encountered her mother after years of abandonment. Rather displeased that her mother would beg her to stay with her, Anita refused and returned to her father.
Growing up to the age of sixteen, her father presented Anita with an option. She was to marry a wealthy man of grand stature and birth him a son to carry on the family. Agreeing to her fathers suggestion, she was wed at age seventeen to a Lord Vilvarigos.
Keeping her thoughts and feelings to herself, Anita took to painting while her husband tended to his business in the countryside. Vil would come home to find several of new works of art from Anita's mind. Startled by the art surrounding him, he commanded that Anita was to stop her child play and come to lay with him each night.
With sealed lips, she did what she was told. Year after year, she did as a wife would do for her husband, obey his every command.
One special night, the Lord caressed Anita in such a way that Anita began to wonder what he was doing. He explained later he wanted to play with her for hours. Shaken by this, Anita found that it was hard to refuse such attention for him.
Each night grew more and more passionate and erotic. It wasn't until she woke one night, soaking in her own blood, that she understood she was pregnant. Upset to find that her first child did not survive, Anita grew upset.
Confronting her husband about losing the child they didn't even know was there was a hard discussion, but it was to be done. His Lordship spoke his mind and mentioned that it was impossible for the undead like him to have a child unless it involved him with a human temperature. With a smile, he begged Anita to embrace him.
Fear stroked her heart but she was unable to deny him and found herself in his cold embrace. He tilted her neck to the side and gave her a kiss she'll never forget. It was three days nights later that Anita woke in a coffin. Screaming to the top of her lungs, Anita panicked and kicked at her wooden cage.
Upon kicking the coffin, her legs pierced the wood and dirt came tumbling in. Without the idea of pain grasping her mind, Anita banged on the wooden planks until they gave away with a sigh and collapsed on her. Covered with dirt and wooden splinters, Anita dug her way out of her earthly grave.
When her hand pierced the night air, she paused. It was not cold as she would have thought it to be. She stayed in her position for a good second before she had the nerve to crawl out of the ground.
Laying sprawled on the soft grass, Anita rested a hand on over her heart and waited. Noticing that something was out of place, Anita sat up. She emerged from a coffin. Suspision was that she was dead. The last she remembered was being her Lordship's arms, being content as a humming bird.
Shaking her head, Anita stood and walked to the castle she was so fond of living in. The door was well oiled that she could slip in and the house would not hear. Her shoes made a 'click clock' sound and caused her to stop and look around. Shrugging for being silly, she went on to search for her husband.
In their chambers, she recieved a note which read as, "Anita, as you have know noticed, I've abandoned you. In your beauty, I never imagined I would find innocence, but I have. I have found it wrong of me to bring you into this sort of lifestyle. But I'll leave you with my estate, money, and name. My heart, as you may have noted, is lacking the normal routine of beating, therefore loving. I give you this lesson to learn. Live alone and misery will not only be your friend. I grieve you too much, with these last words, I free you of myself. ~ Vil"
Confused and crushed, Anita announced her husbands death to be caused by a slaying of bandits. Shaking her head, she knew the amount he had given her. It was worth more than a lifetime would promise.
Time slipped through her fingers after that. It was in the 1400's that she had fallen into another mans embrace to find him a different sort of person later. Her powers grew within the centuries. The first to be discovered was power draining.
It was used in battle with another vampyre. Unknown what else might have occured with it, Anita kept that power under wraps till it was time to use it once again for any purpose.
Her powers to controlling certain animals came to her when she was in a near death situation. A slick feline had come to her rescue when a hunter had spied her for what she was. Content to see that the grand cat listened to her, Anita, adopted the creature till it's death day. Feeling alone, she waited till another feline passed her path to be another companion for her.
By the 1800's, Anita had three creatures, if not lycan kind, following her steps if not orders. With the Victorian and their styles, Anita began her idea of painting again. Her hands remembered every caress in order to have the image more vivid as if the frozen scene continued on to show its story.
Visiting her homeland once again and her castle, Anita found a woman and a man to paint. She trailed after them for months till they met face to face. Smiling like the world mattered little, she asked of them to join her for tea.
Not being able to deny her, they went to her castle, which she lied that was passed down to her by her ancient aunt, and there she painted them in her gowns and her ex Lordship's robes. Her eyes died with focus on her strokes and concentration to the hues of green and purple that balanced out the beauty that her drawing room brought behind them.
The room was being heated as if they were in the desert she had visited not centuries ago. It broke her patience and Anita looked up to see the man gazing at his woman with a passionate fury in his eyes. She had not fed that night, but she felt filled almost to the brim with a pleasurable satisfaction.
Clearing her throat, Anita caught their attention and blushes, but the man insisted with his look. His gaze intensified as it returned to the woman, feeding off of the lust that was steaming of the both of them, Anita finished her painting with their true expressions of lust and innocence.
The 1900's rolled by like a hand on a watch. The fashions grew more inappropriate than she could ever imagine as the 2000's came to play. By then, Anita had had several favorites of her art and music, which she still makes as the last surviving member of the Graison clan.
To this day, Anita stills uses the Arduer, her ability to feed off of lust, more than she satifies her thirst. Her paintings are around the world, hiding in the most sacred of places. With her 'family's' inheritance, she roams the globe with silence in her mind and heart.
Now and then, she comes across a companion, swan or wolf, that stuck to her side. Depending on her journeys, either animal or half human were with her, acting like a guard in there animal form.
Personal Information:
User name:Anita
Years RPing: Under a year
What do you think of this site: So far, so good!
Name: Anita Julianna Graison
Gender: Female
Age: By appearance, 23. Literally, over 900 years
Class: Wandering Painter
Species: Vampire
Alignment: Neutral
Birth Date: April 23, 1100
Powers:
- Arduer: This power is more of a curse/ gift. Long story short, it is a need to off of lust. The hunger can never be quenched but is able to be controlled and be fed is by sexual energy. This can also be fed from far away. Intercourse does not have to be part of the equation, blood can, but the main need is lust. If intercourse does take place, you are cut to the heart as deeply as you allow. Say, you wanted to be loved beyond imagination, you will be once you have releashed. Think of it as a double edged sword.
- Animal to Call: The ability to call animal(s) in case of emergency, including the lycanthropes. Anita is able to call leopards, wolves, and swans.
- Power Draining: This ability can drain someone's life energy. This can also be used to be able to heal someone else, if Anita choses so.
Face Claim: Andrea Lopez
Appearance:
Hair Color: Naturally a soft black
Eye Color: A dark green with flecks of dark blue
Height: 5’9”
Build: Petite yet curvy
Skin type: Quite pale
Scars/Marks: Had a cross branded into her chest before she was turned
Image:
Appearance:
Wearing antique fashions from her time, Anita can be found wearing clothes that mesh perfectly well with those of the modern. She can be seen wearing high-heels now-a-days, any that accomplished her outfit. Depending on the day, her hair is either up nicely or down beautifully.
Personality:
Likes:
- Sitting and staring
- Being quiet and listening
- Being different
- Singing and drawing/ painting
Dislikes:
- Being followed
- Being weak
- Having to be violent
Influences:
- Family
- Inspiration
- Idea's based on love and sorrow
Strengths:
- Her strong will
- Vampyric powers
- To be able to control her facial expressions and hide her feelings
- Keeping her anger in check
Weaknesses:
- Nice men
- Silver
- Sunlight
Dreams:
- To find her place in this world
- To belong
Nightmares:
- Dieing again and again when morning comes
Habits:
- Tends to keep her head down
- Her eyes stare at someone as she thinks
- Hides her emotions with a blank face
- Speaks with an French accent
General Personality:
Anita shows off as a silent type. Talking about anything might get her to shed the whole shrinking violet thing, depending on the subject. It takes alot of effort to get her angered and violent, but there comes to a point where she'll protect herself and her friends before the option of death. Anita is usually nice one her good days, but on her bad ones, just make sure you are miles away.
Relationships:
Mother: Theresa Leucothea Graison
Father: Damian Richard Graison
Siblings: None
Other: They come and go like the night.
Lover: None yet
Friends: Unknown
Enemies: Unknown
History:
History:
From day of birth, Anita was of a royal family that had issues with affection. Her mother was harsh and kept Anita in training to be a lady of the courts. Her father on the other hand was silent to caring and emotions with his mind on physical matters.
After several of miscarriages, her mother rejected her father and his desires. With her father angered, he ordered her mother to run or she'll force his hand and kill her himself. Her mother fleed that night without Anita.
It was when Anita was twelve that she first encountered her mother after years of abandonment. Rather displeased that her mother would beg her to stay with her, Anita refused and returned to her father.
Growing up to the age of sixteen, her father presented Anita with an option. She was to marry a wealthy man of grand stature and birth him a son to carry on the family. Agreeing to her fathers suggestion, she was wed at age seventeen to a Lord Vilvarigos.
Keeping her thoughts and feelings to herself, Anita took to painting while her husband tended to his business in the countryside. Vil would come home to find several of new works of art from Anita's mind. Startled by the art surrounding him, he commanded that Anita was to stop her child play and come to lay with him each night.
With sealed lips, she did what she was told. Year after year, she did as a wife would do for her husband, obey his every command.
One special night, the Lord caressed Anita in such a way that Anita began to wonder what he was doing. He explained later he wanted to play with her for hours. Shaken by this, Anita found that it was hard to refuse such attention for him.
Each night grew more and more passionate and erotic. It wasn't until she woke one night, soaking in her own blood, that she understood she was pregnant. Upset to find that her first child did not survive, Anita grew upset.
Confronting her husband about losing the child they didn't even know was there was a hard discussion, but it was to be done. His Lordship spoke his mind and mentioned that it was impossible for the undead like him to have a child unless it involved him with a human temperature. With a smile, he begged Anita to embrace him.
Fear stroked her heart but she was unable to deny him and found herself in his cold embrace. He tilted her neck to the side and gave her a kiss she'll never forget. It was three days nights later that Anita woke in a coffin. Screaming to the top of her lungs, Anita panicked and kicked at her wooden cage.
Upon kicking the coffin, her legs pierced the wood and dirt came tumbling in. Without the idea of pain grasping her mind, Anita banged on the wooden planks until they gave away with a sigh and collapsed on her. Covered with dirt and wooden splinters, Anita dug her way out of her earthly grave.
When her hand pierced the night air, she paused. It was not cold as she would have thought it to be. She stayed in her position for a good second before she had the nerve to crawl out of the ground.
Laying sprawled on the soft grass, Anita rested a hand on over her heart and waited. Noticing that something was out of place, Anita sat up. She emerged from a coffin. Suspision was that she was dead. The last she remembered was being her Lordship's arms, being content as a humming bird.
Shaking her head, Anita stood and walked to the castle she was so fond of living in. The door was well oiled that she could slip in and the house would not hear. Her shoes made a 'click clock' sound and caused her to stop and look around. Shrugging for being silly, she went on to search for her husband.
In their chambers, she recieved a note which read as, "Anita, as you have know noticed, I've abandoned you. In your beauty, I never imagined I would find innocence, but I have. I have found it wrong of me to bring you into this sort of lifestyle. But I'll leave you with my estate, money, and name. My heart, as you may have noted, is lacking the normal routine of beating, therefore loving. I give you this lesson to learn. Live alone and misery will not only be your friend. I grieve you too much, with these last words, I free you of myself. ~ Vil"
Confused and crushed, Anita announced her husbands death to be caused by a slaying of bandits. Shaking her head, she knew the amount he had given her. It was worth more than a lifetime would promise.
Time slipped through her fingers after that. It was in the 1400's that she had fallen into another mans embrace to find him a different sort of person later. Her powers grew within the centuries. The first to be discovered was power draining.
It was used in battle with another vampyre. Unknown what else might have occured with it, Anita kept that power under wraps till it was time to use it once again for any purpose.
Her powers to controlling certain animals came to her when she was in a near death situation. A slick feline had come to her rescue when a hunter had spied her for what she was. Content to see that the grand cat listened to her, Anita, adopted the creature till it's death day. Feeling alone, she waited till another feline passed her path to be another companion for her.
By the 1800's, Anita had three creatures, if not lycan kind, following her steps if not orders. With the Victorian and their styles, Anita began her idea of painting again. Her hands remembered every caress in order to have the image more vivid as if the frozen scene continued on to show its story.
Visiting her homeland once again and her castle, Anita found a woman and a man to paint. She trailed after them for months till they met face to face. Smiling like the world mattered little, she asked of them to join her for tea.
Not being able to deny her, they went to her castle, which she lied that was passed down to her by her ancient aunt, and there she painted them in her gowns and her ex Lordship's robes. Her eyes died with focus on her strokes and concentration to the hues of green and purple that balanced out the beauty that her drawing room brought behind them.
The room was being heated as if they were in the desert she had visited not centuries ago. It broke her patience and Anita looked up to see the man gazing at his woman with a passionate fury in his eyes. She had not fed that night, but she felt filled almost to the brim with a pleasurable satisfaction.
Clearing her throat, Anita caught their attention and blushes, but the man insisted with his look. His gaze intensified as it returned to the woman, feeding off of the lust that was steaming of the both of them, Anita finished her painting with their true expressions of lust and innocence.
The 1900's rolled by like a hand on a watch. The fashions grew more inappropriate than she could ever imagine as the 2000's came to play. By then, Anita had had several favorites of her art and music, which she still makes as the last surviving member of the Graison clan.
To this day, Anita stills uses the Arduer, her ability to feed off of lust, more than she satifies her thirst. Her paintings are around the world, hiding in the most sacred of places. With her 'family's' inheritance, she roams the globe with silence in her mind and heart.
Now and then, she comes across a companion, swan or wolf, that stuck to her side. Depending on her journeys, either animal or half human were with her, acting like a guard in there animal form.
Personal Information:
User name:Anita
Years RPing: Under a year
What do you think of this site: So far, so good!
