Elizabeth Nadasdy
Character Bio
Name
Countess Elizabeth Nadasdy
Real name: Erzsebet Báthory
Player
Aysande
Vampire, Doll or Were-creature
Vampire
Age
450 years old, give or take
Claimed
None, but looking
Orientation
Pansexual
Hair
Black
Eyes
Blue
Height
5'4
Appearance
She has long black hair and bright blue eyes. Elisabeth is considered a beauty in this day and age with her slender body and proportional curves giving her the perfect hourglass figure. She has long slim limbs, lithely muscled and a fair complexion for someone who hasn't seen the sun for the past four centuries or so. She has an evolving sense of fashion, living with her time but at this point she favors dark colors, long skirt or dresses and corsets.
Personality
She's cold, calculating, manipulative. Elizabeth - whom likes to be called Liz - is a dominatrix. She enjoys dominating men and women equally, but she can be a touch sadistic with both. She has a dry sense of humor, resorts rarely to sarcasm and when she does it's usually to outline something that she considers incredibly stupid or obvious. Elizabeth has trust issues, tolerates authority but just barely and for as long as it suits her. She respects older vampires, but that too is as long as it suits her. She can be a little vain, well... more than a little, but she is a gorgeous woman, of course.
Ability
Marking
Ons & Offs
She can be a little sadistic at times, but she will always respect her sub (doll) and their limits. Ons & Offs
History
Elizabeth Bathory is born in 1560. Already at a young age, she proved to be a somewhat troublesome youth to her governesses. By the time she was fifteen years old, however, she could read, write and speak four different languages (Hungarian, Latin, Greek, German). After a politic aliance, Elizabeth became Ferencz Nadasdy's wife at fifteen. He was a soldier and spent much of his time away from home. It was during his time away from home that something happened. Ten years after her marriage, Elizabeth grew increasingly lonely, and concerned with losing her youth. The couple still had no children but was blessed later that year.
That is when he appeared into her life. A man whose name was never known, who never made it into the fairy tale of the history books. The tall dark stranger started to teach Elizabeth the dark arts, some of which required that he drank the blood of a young virgin, and so the cycle of killing started. He taught Elizabeth which herbs to drink every morning to never become pregnant, and they became lovers. Liz never loved her husband, but her dark mysterious stranger, however... She was ready to do everything for him, including abducting more girls so that he could teach her more of his magic. Every time he did it, it worked, but it seemed that she could not replicate it. Behind his back, she even killed one of the girls and had her blood before being sick as a dog.
The affair lasted for many years, but when her husband died, Elizabeth felt the freedom to live her affair in the open, to learn of his magic without hiding anymore, and he refused. He killed her that night, turning her into a vampire, and she never saw him again. Heartbroken and confused, she beat a young woman to a pulp until she realized it was the blood that she craved. She sent her children away with their governess, afraid for their life, and she became blood-crazed. Without a sire to teach her the rules and a proper way to feed, Elizabeth began to kill mercilessly. One thing became obvious to her... Obsessed with her beauty and her age, she noticed that her skin had a glow to it that wasn't there before, and she was most definitely no longer aging.
She killed like this for years before the church and the Monarch took notice and had her arrested. Thanks to political strings pulled by the local coven, Elizabeth was condemned at the age of fifty - but still looking pretty much in her late twenties - to be entombed alive for a period of fifty years, where her feeding would be strictly controlled. Having gorged herself mercilessly for over twenty years, she had to be slowly brought down to a normal feeding rhythm and would not be released until she had a grip on her thirst. The fifty years never seeing anything more than a hand and a wrist thrust into a hole in the wall made the countess bitter and angry. Who were they to judge her? She blamed her dark stranger for the mess she had left behind. Over six hundred skulls were found in graves around the property and she couldn't care.
Elizabeth was released in 1610 and simply went looking for trouble. Her fortune was gone, her belongings had long been given away. She was a countess without estate, money or even clothes. Before long, another coven put its hands on her for trespassing on their territory and feeding - a normal, safe feeding with proper disposal of the corpse, she had learned that lesson well - but this one wasn't as judgmental. Her dark stranger had passed through here, a few years back, and had boasted responsibility for the death of the girls. Having no reason to believe him, they had encouraged him to leave.
And so the hunt began. Of course, he had a great many years on her, quite the head start, but he did not know that she had survived; he did not know that she was hunting him. Elizabeth had lost a lot of her humanity in the dungeon, and had wrapped her heart in a blanket of ice. She hunted him with the same determination than she had had at providing him with girls so that he could use her dark gift. How naive she had been; she had fed the vampire who truly did not need young virgins to have his elemental powers work. She had yet to discover what her power was, and that new coven in what would become known as Berlin, Germany, was more than happy to help her with that.
She discovered it totally by accident. A young soldier who had caught her fancy one night had drawings inked into his skin. Fascinated, she convinced him to let her try. She had a good hand for drawing, and did not mind blood or needles. She tattooed a fleur de lys on his upper arm, thinking how she would enjoy keeping the young man with her at hand for blood and sex and let her mind wander about it, and how she'd want him to love her, to worship her beauty, to be her perfect sexual partner... And soon enough, after the tattoo was done, the French solder refused to return to France, but begged to stay with her.
She tested another tattoo on someone else and it worked just the same. Liz soon came to believe - and rightly so - that whatever she thought during the drawing of a tattoo actually helped, but she had to be careful. The marking has a compulsion that can lead to despair and death. The only way to free someone from a marking is if she alters the tattoo with different thoughts in mind.
A more balanced individual, she found herself in the London coven in the mid 1700. Being an aristocrat from birth, Liz quickly found herself at home there, living through the years and adapting but one thing remained: she perfected her tattoes. She studied runes and their meaning not because it gave any more weight to the tattoes, but if she tattooed the runes, she would remember what it was about more easily. She found her peace in the ink, evolving with the technology as it became available. She found a strange release in sticking needles into people and watching the blood seep through those tiny holes, but she strangely never felt the need to feed while she worked. Through the years, she claimed a few humans for her own, but she had a sadistic tendency and so very little patience with the whining ones that they never really lasted long.
London proved to be the perfect home. Her tattoed abilities became known not only to the coven, but among the humans as well, though they remained blissfully ignorant of how much power they put into her hands. If she wanted client to come back or bring her more clients, she knew that she had to be careful, and so the last touch that she put in every tattoo, she focused on cleansing the rest of any compulsion. She made quite a living out of this, since she had to pay for nothing else than her equipment and her clothes. No food, no rent, no utilities, nothing unless she had a human claimed. As tattoo became more and more known and the art more and more accepted into the society, Elizabeth got enough money for state of the art equipment, and a small tattoo parlor on a rather passing street.
This is creative fiction loosely based on history. I had to change things around so that this character could survive her crimes, and not be put to death like a rabid dog by the vampire leaders.
