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Bushes thick, vines entwine. Twigs snap, leaves rustle. What is that moving through the fog encroaching darkness? Your heart begins to thump heavily, your breath coils in gray wisps from parting tiers, with each fall of your heaving breast. A wolf howls long in the distance to the beaming luminance of the opulent moon. A chill runs along your spine, making goose flesh rise upon your moist skin. Another sound this one ever nearer, you turn you catch a shadow moving through the forests deep. Gasping you swallow as fear seems to creep upon the nape of your neck making the tiny hairs rise. You dare not speak for what if it be one of the stories come to life? Are you Superstitious?
The stories are old, the myths seem so surreal. Yet they believe. Garlic hangs with wooden crosses on doors, windows, and over the heads of the beds. Children are not allowed to wander in the night for fear the beasts may come and take them away. Raised in superstitions they are. Yet proud, noble people flow within their very veins. Song, and Dance tell of tales tragedies and joys, cards flicker to tell the tale of your future or your demise. Magic.. Seers.. Believers and non Make up the world that brings beauty and ugliness as one.
“Psst.. This way!..” Do you follow? Who speaks? The questions plague your mind for fear has crept upon you threatening to take away your very sanity. Yet there.. coming from the fog you see her.. Your eyes contract to see through the mists, and the hope the moon will light away the shadows crossing. Dark hair, oval features of soft ivory skin, cloaked form hides the frame until a breeze presses the folds against a lusciously contoured shape. Skirts rustle now and then a peek of a trimmed ankle in slipper covered feet. She beckons to you with a gesture of an elegant hand. Do you still go? The eyes of jade seem to beseech you to go along with her.. You acquiesce. She turns and leads you through the twisting unknown pathways. Are you safe? “ you should not be out here so late. they will get you!” But who are they you start to ask but become shy around the one who seems to save you. She lives and breaths Romania. She is apart of it’s dark and strange world.
(1773 stats - not updated with last points issued)
Parentheses indicate interest or possible field of study, anything underline is specialty.
Clan- Ventrue
Generation- 8th
Nature- Caregiver
Demeanor- Mediator
Attributes-
Physical-
Strength 2
dexterity 3
stamina 3
Mental-
Perception 3 (insightful)
wits 3
intelligence 4 (book knowledge)
Social-
Charisma 3
manipulation 2
appearance 3
Abilities-
- Talents-
Alertness 3 (sensing deception and lip reading)
athletics 2
brawl 2
dodge 3
empathy 2
expression 3 (poetic expression, debate, journalism, style, and fortune telling) intimidation 2 (interrogation and bribery)
leadership 2 (diplomacy, instruction, mediation, and public speaking)
streetwise 2 (haggling)
subterfuge 3 (masquerade and disguises)
intrigue 2
Skills-
Animal ken 1
etiquette 3
fire arms 2
performance 3 (acting and dancing)
melee 2
security 2
stealth 2
survival 2
crafts 2(photography, sewing, and embroidery)
ride 2
Knowledges-
academics 4 (Romania, art history, history, literature, mathematics)
investigation 3 (research)
finance 2 (accounting)
linguistics 4 (Latin, Greek, Gaelic, Italian, French, Swedish, Norwegian, Hungarian, German, Spanish, English. And a little Egyptian)
politics 2 (city secrets)
law 3
occult 2 (Greek orthodox and the Catholic church)
clan knowledge 2 (Ventrue, Assamite, Lasombra)
- Lore 4 - Order of Dracul
- Lore 1 - Order of the Scorpion
Backgrounds -
Allies 5 (Dracul, Amin, Emilian, Armand, Haru)
contacts 2
generation 5
influence 2
mentor 2
resources 4
Disciplines-
-In-Clan-
- Dominate- 1
- Fortitude- 3
- Presence- 2
-Out-of-Clan-
Virtues-
- Conscience- 3
- Self Control- 3
- Courage- 4
Other Traits-
Humanity- 7
Willpower- 5
Merits-
Arcane Heritage (Dragul)
Eidetic Memory (Remembers what she sees and hears)
Fast Learner
Guardian Angel (Amin or Emilian)
Natural Linguist
Hidden Identity (As Black Swan)
Danger Sense
Inoffensive to Animals
Precocious (Lores)
Flaws-
Over-Confident 1
Phobias 2 (Rats)
Intolerance 2 (Rakes and Disorder)
Vengeance 2
Prey Exclusion (Will only feed on those well kept/groomed)
Personality- Genuine Court and Social Graces, A True Lady, Compassionate, Passionate, Feisty, Brave, Level Headed, Intelligent, Wise, Honorable, Loyal, Trustworthy, Stubborn at times and Will not Tolerate Rudeness.
Motives- (what is the driving goal behind what they do in unlife?)
Beliefs- (Religious/Spiritual/etc.)
Items owned or carried- Six Romanian Black horses, Aristotle's missing scroll on Politics and Policies written in ancient Greek, Type-Writer, Dueling Pistols, Journal/Diary, Family Jewels, and Carriage.
Attire- N/A
Family- Countess Riva Hunyadi (mother, deceased) and Count Petrovik Mastrovonoff (father, deceased)
Companions- Amin, Emilian, Ulrick, Yevette
}{Current Sl}{
He could not resist so she had to let him go. Leaving London was hard, yet his insatiable appetite for blood, almost had him change her. The dreams haunt her still, a belief they could make it when all thought otherwise. Yet love doesn't so easily go away. Standing on the cusp of love gone away, she embarks on a path she knows not where it will lead her. A mortal lost in an immortal world, she breaths in the distinction of her social status, and grips firmly to the earth of her mortal soul. All the while she seeks to find herself once again so far from the Romania her birth lands and as far from London and the one whom could not resist. Will she succeed? Or will destiny and the fates work to undo the persevering woman of the Old World?
A night of misty veils and her driver of many years tipping too much from his flask of drink, lead her to a place so far removed than anything she would have given to not be apart of again. The fates twisted ways, have sent her to Frostwind. A place surrounded by those whom she thwarts at any given chance she could. But as a Kine in a land filled with night dwellers, is there any hope, or chance she can go unnoticed? Already one deems to entail her of the dangers in traveling alone. Yet such a headstrong sagacious woman as Darja is hardly going to let a little danger stand in her way. Will it prove a folly for her? Or shall it turn out to be an intriguing adventure?
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