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Nocturnal
Topic Started: Jul 5 2013, 01:03 AM (110 Views)
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Name: Nocturnal (Real name: Nefara Murtalis)
Race: Half-Ghinaari/Half-Nurn Vampire
Gender: Female
Age: 550 (At the time of 199AF)

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Appearance:

Neither stick-thin, like full blooded Ghinaari, nor short and stocky like the Nurn, Nocturnal was an abomination in the late slave society of Alendia. Visually stunning to other eyes, she is a voluptuous beauty, with curves in all the right places and yet still giving off the appearance of being slender. With long soft black hair that drapes her body, the ends of it could easily touch the back of her ankles when she ran. Her face is round, given from her Nurn attributes, but her eyes were a bright sparkling gold, a purely Ghinaari trait. In the middle of it all, there sat a cute pointed nose, perfectly aligned with the rest of her face. All and all, a pretty little thing. She stands at 4'9" and weighs 120 pounds. With a build that small, she constantly is figured as to be weak and defenseless, but she could be very nimble when she wants to be.

Clothing and Attire

Normally she wears a long, thick cloak to offset her weakness to the sun light. At night though, she casts that aside to show off her dark attire. Often wearing the colors of a deep red, or black, she liked to feel the cool breeze of the night in the billowing of her skirt. Sometimes she would put on an entirely black outfit, consisting of long sleeves and frilly cuffs, and other times she would wear bright crimson, low cut, hugging her curves, leaving little room for imagination, it all really depended on her mood.

Personality

The first impression that Nocturnal gives off is that she is very shy and timid. Always avoiding the gazes of other people and trying not to get into people's way. This is all just a facade of course. In reality she is a very seductive and dangerous type of person. She only uses the timidness as a tactic to attract victims for her next meal, with a preference for those who like to exploit the weak.

History:

321PF:Days were long, days were hot, and days were hard for the young Nefara. She worked as a servant for her Nurn father Ulric Ironheart, unbeknownst to him, earning a measly sum in order to keep her sickly mother, Paerwl, and herself alive. All she did was do the common household chores, but for her aristocratic father who held several high-status events almost daily, these chores became burdens of legendary proportion. It was one of those few days the he did not hold a social function that it had happened.

It was getting late, and Nefara was just about finished with her duties when Ulric pulled her aside as if he wanted to talk to her privately.

"Take them off." He said when they were alone.

"Wh-what?"

"Your clothes! Take them off now!" He demanded.

Not knowing what else to do, she tried to resist his grasp. Getting angry at her not following his directions, he started ripping her dress from right off of her.

"Don't! Please stop..." Nefara begged.

"Why should I?" Ulric asked. "I have seen you with the other men, them always fawning at you. So why shouldn't I be allowed to have some fun with my own property?"

"You can't... Because... I am your daughter!"

This surprised him deeply, because he had no inkling as to that information, which is really no surprise, since the only ones who knew about it were Nefara and her mother. Welling up with self-disgust and rage, Ulric pushed her aside and screamed at her to leave his sight and to never return again.

And so she did. Running all the way home to her mother.

It did not take long, however, for the rumor that she tried seducing Ulric to get across the slave community.

311PF:

Ten years later. Ten years of living a hell that no person ever should. Scraping off a living from selling her body, the Ghinaari/Nurn half-breed could never outlive the reputation that her father put upon her. Once he told his full-blood family that she tried to seduce him away from his wife, word got around quick. And when word got around, the people treated her like dirt because of it. No longer able to work a decent job for a living, if you could call slave labor a living, she did the only thing she could do, she sold her beauty.

This all ended when the Great Cataclysm hit. The world trembled, bringing the roofs of buildings to the ground. Chaos was everywhere. After a while, it seemed like everything was going to return to the way that they were before, but news of the destruction of Novigrond brought about a new flow in the tide.

Rumors sprang up everywhere about the Djinni and their pacts, bringing about the plans of rebellion against the remaining Nurn. Nefara wanted nothing to do with it, only trying to keep Paewrl and herself alive, by keeping out of the conflict. At first the community did not seem to mind this at all, but after some time, they started coming around trying trying to get her involved.

Eventually it all hit a breaking point, with the entire populace of slaves outside her door, demanding her to take part. It just so happened that at this point, Nefara's mother was on the brink of death, slowly succumbing to her sickness.

"You must go..Nefara." Paewrl said weakly.

"What about you? Mother? I can't leave without you." Sobbed Nefara.

"Just go. I will be joining the Everflowing Sands soon, I know it. So go , Daughter. Leave so that you may survive this calamity."

"I love you, Mother." She whispered softly as she felt the life slip away from her fingers.

299PF:

Crossing the Desert of Alendia, the Great Forest, the ocean and through the Great Plains, Nefara had seen parts of the world she never could have imagined. Just twelve years after the Great Cataclysm and the Rebellion, she could still feel the pain of the loss of her mother in her heart. But still she tread on, to where, she still didn't know, she just kept running away from her past.

Reaching the borders of both Barovia and Siciny, Nefara encounted a dainty little town, in the middle of the wilderness. The inn in town only had one room, which was hardly ever taken, but just so happened to be occupied by the time she arrived. So instead she was given a stall in the stables, recently clean out, but still reeking of cattle and manure.

Getting ready to sleep for the night, her preparations were interrupted when she heard a rapping at the opening of her stall. Looking up she saw a handsome man of Barovian decent invading her entryway.

"Excuse me, ma'am." He said to her. "My name is Lunale and I believe I am occupying the room that you should be in."

"What are you talking about?" Nefara questioned him.

"A lady like yourself shouldn't be stuck in such a place like this." He pointed to their current surroundings. "I was wondering if you would rather join me within my room and enjoy my company, I would most certainly enjoy yours."

She was just about to decline his offer, but looking into his deep dark eyes, she found she could not easily resist his most obvious desires. Standing up, without a word, she covered herself in a cloak and followed the man named Lunale inside. Once inside of his room, he slowly led her to his bed and started caressing her. Feeling his soft touch, her heart started beating faster. As in response to this, he wrapped her in his embrace and slowly slid his head down towards her neck. And then there was a sharp pain, that quickly lead to pleasure, as well as the feeling of all of existence vanishing from around her. But before everything went black she heard a voice, it was Lunale's voice to be exact.

"Such a sad sad, little girl. I have never met someone with so much despair in their heart. However, I can still feel the will to live deep inside of you. If you wish to live, then drink deep of my accursed blood." He then slit his arm and lifted her head towards his dripping life essence.

"At first you will feel agony. But after that, you will never feel more alive again."

Not wanting to leave this reality just yet, she used all of her remaining strength to tilt her head and sip on the blood that was leaking from his arm.

And thus began the life of the Vampire known as Nocturnal.
Edited by Dire Green, Jul 5 2013, 01:15 AM.
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A good start. I like how you've incorporated so much of the board's history into your character. The implied rape between her mother and father is also great. I like how you never came out and said it directly.

I'd like to know more about her emotions during the ten brutal years of her life before she ran away. I'd also like to know more about her emotions as she decided to suck the blood of a vampire. What thoughts were going through her head as she made this terrible choice?

I assume you're still working on this, as you haven't even begun to talk about her life as a vampire. You have all of the essential, though, and it seems like you know where you're going with the character. I give this profile a complete rating.

Suggestions to achieve renowned:

Give me more emotion! I love how much you've taken from the world's lore, it makes the setting feel extremely real. Now you've just got to get me on her side. I want to feel her terror.

Complete her history as a vampire. Obviously, you don't need to go into minute details, but cover some of the big events. What happened right after she sucked the blood? How does she handle the initial transformation? What was it like the first time she sucked the blood of another? As she done any terrible things in order to survive?

Good work.
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