Cara (O'Connor) AltareAge:
around 350 years old (appears 22)Race:
Altare's second in commandAbilities:
Empathy Weapons: Crossbow Sword Appearance:
With long golden locks extending down to the small of her back and soft, fair features Cara
would not at first appear to be the stereotypical vampire. Save for her almost glowing violet eyes
she would give off the impression of a nearly innocent young woman. She uses her curvaceous toned form
as a weapon in fighting, keeping it well trained and not simply relying on her vampiric abilities.
Cara is efficient in her duties, carrying out swiftly whatever the queen asks of her or seeing that others do. At times she may give off the impression of being cold but inwardly that's not the case. The small amount of people she lets close to her get to see a very warm, playful, and loyal side, one demonstrated by sweet smiles and youthful dimples. Though once having dwelt on revenge Cara sees the importance of peace for the clans as well as the species in order to maintain safety, it is a goal she would sacrifice herself gladly for. Fighting, although a great talent of hers isn't so much a hobby as a necessity as she regrets spilling blood in anger.
Cara O'Connor was born in the mid 17th century to a family of shepherds. War and battles were behind their family for the time being, and they lived in peace, secluded in their large area of lush green land. Cara grew up knowing a quiet and simple existence, though she had her own personal sense of adventure which she kept tucked away inside her, allowing it room to breath when she was alone and had time to daydream.
One day, at the age of 16 it was she and her brother's turn to watch the flock. Since her brother was feeling sick she took it upon herself to go alone, venturing far out into the pastures. She watched the sheep while letting her mind wander free and unhampered until she heard the shrill screams carrying all the way out to the grassy knolls. Her heart lurched up up into her throat, thinking that her family was being attacked by some lingering soldiers. In her heart though, as her horse raced back to her home, she knew that nothing human could cause such anguished cries of pure torment. Swift as her steed was she was too late to do or see anything but the exsanguinated bodies of her family, splayed through the yard and the house.
Her fragile heart was shattered as well as all hope within her, seeing that everyone whom she loved and cared for was brutally taken from her. She sat on the ground for hours, crying and shaking until her mind began to morbidly wonder what on earth or hell could have done something like this. Cara could see the fang marks on the colorless bodies when it occurred to her. She knew of only one thing that could be responsible for such killings, the fabled sumaire. It had only been a myth though, a scary story for around the fire ... but what else could it have possibly been?
She was unsure how much longer she lingered in the same spot, though it was less than a day, when the beautiful and dark young woman approached her. Cara could see just by her almost glowingly bright eyes that she was not human and once her teeth were displayed her suspicions were confirmed. She had nothing left to live for but to avenge her family. Without weapons or even a plan she flew at the creature, set to kill or die trying. Having no real fighting skills and not even half the strength of the lady vampire she was easily overpowered but was shocked when death did not come. Instead the woman explained that she was not one of the vicious creature that was responsible for the atrocity and that the pack of hungry vampires had gone on to terrorize the local village as well.
It was then that the woman, showing a surprising amount of compassion, offered Cara to come with her for there was no reason left to stay and on her own she would possibly fall victim to the beastly vampires if they returned. Partially out of desperation and partially out of desire to keep an eye (and possibly gain the upper hand) on this sumaire who she mistrusted, Cara agreed and went along with her. She couldn't help the dark curiosity she had for these sentient predators.
The dark woman she came to know as Arina led a clan of vampires and was committed to peace between the species. Arina protected Cara, ordering that she not be bitten or touched by any other vampire and slowly Cara became convinced of her sincerity. By the end of her first year among the Altare clan the two became quite close though Cara always felt inferior, reminded subconsciously of the weakness of humans in comparison. Not wanting to be weak and vulnerable she longed to be turned but Arina would always deny her either saying she was too young or that she should treasure her humanity. Though this made Cara unhappy she continued to be loyal to her savior, the only person alive who she truly cared for.
Six years after her family's death Cara entered a village as she had grown accustomed to doing, both for necessary items and to remind herself of what she truly was. On her way back to the Altare fortress she was attacked by a group of vampire hunters who had apparently been watching her for quite some time. They beat her for being a traitor to her kind and threatened to kill her unless she led them to the clan. Cara refused, intent on protecting her only 'family' at all cost. When it became apparent that no matter how severely they beat her she would continue to refuse they slashed her, nearly to ribbons, and left her for dead. Thankfully Arina had had a vision of the attack after Cara left the fortress and went out searching for her. Happening upon her nearly lifeless body Arina knew there was only one option and with a heavy heart turned Cara into an immortal.
As her new life began Cara took on the surname Altare, feeling the need to let go of that aspect of her old life and fully accept her new family. Now turned she and the Altare Queen were closer than ever, bonding beyond their maker/turned connection as Arina helped her through the transition. Deciding against becoming fangless Cara did not fight her vampiric desires, controlling her need to hunt very carefully and only feeding as Arina had taught her. She was even more committed now to the Queen's goal of peace, seeing with new eyes how it would be a benefit for all the races, including humanity.
Over the centuries she extensively trained in combat, focusing on her defense. Her talents lied in swordsmanship and her deadly aim with a crossbow. For a time she withdrew herself completely from all things human, thinking it would be easier but now has come to accept it as a part of her, attempting to do small things
to remind her of her inner humanity. Though her life as a vampire has seen her go through many changes one thing has never wavered much at all: her undying loyalty and love for her savior and maker.