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[Ivory Dawn]

I may have totally stolen Vergil Tanner's format . . . but here's Trixie, a hopefully appealing lady vamp!

Name: Beatrice (pronounced 'bey-uh-tri-chay') "Trixie" Rossi
Age: Well, if you must know . . . two-hundred and . . . wait. When did Napoleon invade Italy? Before that, and that was, what, 1797? And if I was . . . so . . . 240? Ish?
Sex: Female
Sexual preference: Pansexual

Description:
Trixie has a sweet, innocent face, long dark brown hair, and big blue-grey eyes. When she smiles, it lights up a room. Most of the time, no one ever suspects she's actually an immortal who can and will gladly seduce mortals to their doom. Petite (roughly 5'5"), lushly curved with a waist made slimmer by the use of strong corsets before she was turned, she doesn't always dress to impress, but when she does, it tends to mean someone's going to have a very good (or very bad, depending) night.

Occupation:
She doesn't have to work, but she does do some volunteer work at animal shelters and blood banks. She will also occasionally pick up a job teaching or tutoring in her native Italian.

Personality:
She usually presents herself as a sweet, somewhat naive young woman, as a bit of a test for the mortals around her. The ones who think to take advantage of her are usually the first ones to fall victim to her hunger. When she is hungry, or around other immortals, she's much more aloof and cold. Neither is who she actually is. She tries not to show how much human is left inside, to keep herself from getting hurt - or killed a second time.

History:
Picture it: Sicily, 1776. America has just declared itself in rebellion against Britain, and a small, squalling baby girl is born in Ragusa. Her parents, minor nobility, name her Beatrice, after the guiding angel in Dante's Divina Comedia. She grows up strong and smart, and lovely, with no shortage of suitors. None of them interested her, however, until he came to town. She still isn't sure if the name he gave her was his real name or not, but whenever she sees him (not for 50 years or so, this time) he still calls himself Giovanni Laurito.

He haunted her thoughts, her dreams. She pined for him, and he would give her gifts, compose poems for her, talk to her of love lasting for eternity. Eventually, her parents forbade her to see him again, since they worried about her health - she was growing pale, sleeping until almost dark each day, and didn't want to eat. He came into her dreams that night, and she packed a bag with as many clothes and as much of her jewelry as she could, and met him where he specified.

What happened next she doesn't remember clearly. They met, he embraced her, and . . . she woke up the next evening in a coffin in the basement of the home he'd said he owned, with him smiling down at her fondly. It wasn't quite what she wanted, but they were together, and that was all that mattered. Beatrice and Giovanni left Ragusa the next night, after he explained exactly what was going on - and provided them with their dinner. She cried as she took her first meal as a vampire.

They traveled together for quite some time, she isn't sure exactly how long, but long enough for her to get a better grasp of what she was, and what that meant. She knows he left her in Paris, sometime around the Revolution, for some tramp named Isabelle. In a fit of pique, she spent the rest of the century finding pretty boys and girls to seduce, fuck, and turn, sending them to find him afterward with her greetings and a single dried white oleander blossom.

Trixie decided in the 1970s (she's pretty sure it was after she snacked on someone who was tripping on acid, but again, things are hazy) that since she has eternity, barring an unlucky trip into a vat of holy water, she might as well live her afterlife the way she wants to. She lives now more or less as a hedonist, moving from one pleasure to the next, and spending her time stalking either those who interest her, or hunting those she believes are a waste of humanity's time.

Skills/Talents:

- Jill of All Trades: Lots of free time means plenty of time to learn new skills. Trixie doesn't know everything, but she knows a lot about the things that interest her.
- Ow! My Neck!: Subsisting on the blood of mortals a must. Trixie's canines are longer than normal (not usually dramaticallyso), and extend into proper fangs when she is ready to feed.
- Dancer: Trixie has spent a lot of her life specifically studying dance. She was part of several ballet troupes, once or twice, and knows most classical dance styles. She also twerks, when needed.
- Animal Lover: She loves animals, and frequently keeps several pets.


Powers/Abilities:

Hypnotic Gaze: When Trixie looks deep into someone's eyes, they can find it very hard to say no to her . . . or stay awake.

Shapeshifting: Trixie can turn into a bat, a wolf, or a cloud of mist. Not all at once.

Blood Drinker: Trixie can eat human food, but is cautious about it - you never know when someone's snuck some garlic into a dish. Much easier to just refuse politely and take a sip of your host, or another pretty boy or girl, later on. She can, and has, subsisted only on animal blood before, but human blood is what satisfies the hunger. After feeding, she gets a bit of a power-up, increasing her strength, agility, and endurance.

Stronger, Tougher, Faster: Even when she hasn't recently fed, Trixie is still much stronger, tougher, and faster than most mortals. She isn't trained in combat, but her reflexes mean she doesn't really have to be. And more the better if her prey gets close on what they think is their own terms.

Likes: Dancing, wealth, sex. Animals, in general. Being able to be herself, which doesn't happen often.
Dislikes: Garlic, running water, ash stakes, crosses, the usual. She also doesn't like rude, mean, or cruel people, or people who try to take advantage of those weaker than themselves.
Ons: Being on top (physically, and metaphorically), rough sex, BDSM, groups, spanking, biting (duh!), roleplay. She's down for more or less anything, if it feels good . . . or lets her feel anything besides boredom.
Offs: Scat, Watersports, Gore, Vore, Inflation, Torture.

Face claim: India Eisley
Writer: Ivory Dawn

Extra:
Obviously, Trixie has the normal vampire weaknesses, and she hates to be reminded of them.

[Vergil Tanner]

I'm happy to help!

Also, that is one cute vampire! I love her <3

[Wyatt]

An India Eisley vampiric beauty, oh my yes!!!

[Lovely Complex]

I hardly ever do group games but honestly, this one caught my eye!

Interest. Might toss a witch into the ring. ^^

[Vergil Tanner]

A female or male witch? Arty needs a hunky man or two

[Lovely Complex]

A female or male witch? Arty needs a hunky man or two

I am pondering that idea right now.

I remember Arty.

[Vergil Tanner]

You remember him? Have you had the pleasure of his company before?

In any case, I look forward to seeing what you come up with <3

[Gannameade]

So do I.

Hey LC!!!

[CandyLips]

Not quite finished

Character Face Claim: Ekaterina Mironenko
Character Name: Aurora
Character Gender: Female
Sexuality: Pansexual
Miscellaneous: Witch

[Wyatt]

Oh my, Candy, she is lovely!

And now another guest at the party is presented:

Character Sheet:

Character Face Claim: Ed Norton Jr.
Character Name: Devin Grace
Character Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Type of Creature:  Elemental Alchemist
Age: Not an applicable concept to him any longer, but appears to be in his early thirties

Miscellaneous: Devin’s life neither begins nor ends, not as long as there is a universe full of elements and energy from which all things are divined.  His great grandmother was Undine, a water spirt that wed into humanity to gain the one thing she lacked, a soul.  Since that time and with each passing generation of his family, his descendants have taken lovers and added to their blood line beings from each of the pure elements.  Undine’s son took as his bride a Dragon-Sprite, a lovely and ancient creature first set to life in the fiery breath of one of the great Typhon, son of Gaia and Tartarus.

Their daughter, Pilaine, took as her love and lover a descendant of the Earthmen who rescued Rilian from the Underland and the Green Lady, adding a third classical element to their line.  Devin’s father, and son of Pilaine, Marcus, searched the world over to find his true love as each of his forebears had.  Not realizing she had been with and in fact touching his very flesh each step of the way, a distraught Marcus finally took a step off of a steep and deadly cliff in the deep of the Alps.  In that moment what had been hidden from his eyes was made clear and ethereally beautiful to him as a sylph named Zephria, caught his falling form in her whirling grasp and set him to the ground at the foot of the mount.  Then and there he proposed, which she accepted, though she would not accept his apologies for being unable to see her so near to him for all the years before.  She knew it was his near loss of life and her loss of him whom she had come to love and cherish, that empowered Zephria to take on a form more akin to that which he could see and love.

Devin was born not as an elemental creature, but rather with an innate knowledge of each of the principal or primordial elements, and with that knowledge the ability to study and, in time, to control them.  Neither magic or science, as an alchemist Devin can transform and transfigure any element other than those resident within a living creature, into any other element or permutation of multiple elements that is allowed by the laws nature and the cosmos.  His study of the elements and of the skills and abilities to manipulate them would have taken a dozen lifetimes, with his own offspring each needing to start over with their studies until such mastery could be achieved. 

Instead, Devin sought out and discovered where the Roman God of Time, Saturn, had retreated to in the modern age and found, that like Zephria, Saturn was indeed everywhere if one looked closely enough.  After all, time was and is of no consequence to such a being, modernity and antiquity simply being places through which he traveled as he moved and observed all of the world and its history within each glance and step.  In return for a promise to craft Saturn a sickle made entirely of diamond and that was sharper than any he possessed in his collection, Saturn allowed Devin to step outside of time to complete his studies.

This Masquerade Ball invitation was the first contact with humanity Devin received upon completing his studies and mastering his mixture of art and science that is true alchemy.  Stepping back into the flow of human time, and soon to start repaying his debt to Saturn, Devin realizes how deeply and ravenously he has craved human contact.  Lust and love, the scent, presence and touch of a woman, he now knows, are truly timeless in themselves.  Ah, but like his ancestors, she must indeed be exactly the right woman, and it is more than quite likely that she too will be far different and more than simply human.  But who?  That is left to the thrill of the search and seduction yet to come.

[Vergil Tanner]

Why are all the hot men straight? Arty will have to try and work his magic, methinks

[Wyatt]

Why are all the hot men straight? Arty will have to try and work his magic, methinks

My other idea would have been a female werewolf of more flexible sexuality, not certain if that would have helped Arty or not (-;

[Vergil Tanner]

No, this idea is FINE, I GUESS.
Seriously though, lots of men say they're straight...only for Arty to be the exception You'll see....YOU'LL ALL SEE!
MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

[Ivory Dawn]

Immortal elementalist of hotness? Yes, please.

Though he may not be in to *ahem* love bites.

[Gannameade]

Yeah even I like Devin....just not that much!!!

[Esoterica]

What is it now, four days until the game starts! I'm excited.