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| Tweet Topic Started: Oct 27 2013, 04:50 AM (176 Views) | |
| Bloodline | Oct 27 2013, 04:50 AM Post #1 |
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Name: Ife Nag-Dood(Last name is African for Night Death) True Age: 769 Appearance Age: With her looks, it is hard to determine, but at least around her twenties. Species: Vampire/Nosferatu Clan Gender: Female Ethnicity: African Original Origin: Africa House Name: None Occupation: Ife takes odd jobs, tending to just work one job for not long. She is not rich, but she is not found wanting either. Residence: Ife lives in places others tend to avoid. Places like sewers or crypts. However, she only uses these places as a place of rest when the sun is high in the sky. She does not like to stay in one place for long. Ife keeps her amount of belongings small enough to fit in a single pack so that she never leaves signs of her habitation. Abilities/Magic: She only has two supernatural abilities. Nightmare: An ability unique of Nosferatu, they can project an aura of fear that is further enhanced by their horrible looks. The weak minded flee as if their lives depend on it while even the strongest minded can get very unsettled by being in her presence. Above standard vampiric strength: The Nosferatu are possibly, if not surely, the strongest vampires in terms of physical strength. Ife has the strength of three average vampires. Appearance: Ife is quite the ugly specimen, as it always is with those of the Nosferatu bloodline. She resembles man's nightmare vision of the vampiric race, adding in lesions all over her body, veins that stand out a strange colors at random points of her body, and warts in a patch on top of her head which has no hair. She stands at five foot, nine inches and weighs underweight at one hundred and thirteen pounds. Her pointed ears are a bit different on either side, the left looking like it has a small bit gone as it bitten and ripped off while the right is just normally pointed. Her outfit is similar to a S&M style dress, yet made a bit more comfortable. She does not wear anything besides the two piece outfit. Not even shoes or underwear. She sees no point in extra covering besides what is seen. Personality: Ife is not a very trusting individual, only trusting that everyone will only further their own agendas. She trusts her own clan even less due to their tendency to spy and collect secrets. However, this paranoia does not stop her from going out when she needs to when she gets the hunger to feed on people. However, she always leaves humans alive in order to keep herself from falling to the beast inside her. She is not afraid to show her deformities, at least when it breaks no rules. She knows she is ugly. She does not hide it. However, she does tend to at the very least cover her worst parts when social views demand that she show respect by covering up. She will be respectful to those higher in society, but that does not mean she likes to be. Her only pleasure in life is her voice, luckily left alone when she was embraced. When she is alone, she will sing old songs from her childhood. Equipment: She carries only a dagger, a pack full of personal items, and the clothes on her back. She does not like to carry much. History: Ife was born the daughter of a tribe who followed a matriarch system. They believed that those who gave life were connected to their goddess and therefore deserved to lead their tribe. Ife was a pretty young girl, the daughter of a great huntress. She was taught by her mother, telling her all she knew of hunting food for their tribe. Once she became old enough she began hunting with the rest of the huntresses in the tribe. For years she provided game for her people and was paired with a man to produce a child, cementing her position in the tribe. That was when the vampire came. A Nosferatu woman. She took shelter with the tribe after telling she was lost and in need of a place to stay. Though she never woke during the day and she looked so monstrous, the tribe never seemed to question her humanity. It was two months into her stay that she had worked a comradeship with Ife and performed the Embrace on her. That was when everything changed for the beautiful woman. After seeing what the newcomer did to Ife, the tribe thought the Nosferatu had killed her and brought her back with horrible magics. To avoid coming to the same fate, they banished the two from the tribe. Ife did not know what to do. She hated her sire for making her into a monster, but she needed the Nosferatu to learn more about what she had become. So she reluctantly followed her and learned all the secrets of the Nosferatu. They traveled the land, Ife learning all the strengths and weaknesses of her new body. There were certain rules her kind had to follow in order to avoid a full on human hunt on vampires. After a lifetime of learning, Ife finally got the drop on her sire and sliced off her head. Her revenge complete, Ife wandered around aimlessly. She drifted without purpose, simply living without anything to work toward all alone. In her wanderings, she came across a coven of Nosferatu. They took her in and gave her work so she could earn her keep. She began her work into espionage that day and started gathering secrets from everyone around her, even her own kind. As time went on, Ife became more paranoid as she gained more purpose. The more she knew, the less she trusted those around her. It came to the point where she just picked up and left the Nosferatu coven, preferring solitude over the company of those she did not trust. It took a while, but Ife eventually created a fake death that fooled anyone who knew she existed. Now that she didn't exist anymore, Ife went on to explore the world once again to find purpose in her vampiric life. Roleplay Sample: The smell... that horrible smell. It was death which reached the noses of those who were close enough. The smell of one who slept among the corpses and still walked among men as if teasing them with its very existence. Though many were repulsed by this foul odor of which no one could ignore, the source seemed to stay elusive to the many searching eyes. People would look to the shadow, the mysterious monster filled shadows... and find nothing with their eyes. But even if their eyes don't see... oh what the night hides There is more to world than what the mortal mind imagines. So much more. Impossible events. Gods the size of a grain of sand. Beauty in the savage grips of ugly scenery. This hidden source of horrible stench however was a monster. Inside and out, there was no other thing to call it. This monster had a name. Ife Nag-Dood, the last name translated to 'Night Death' in African. A well earned name indeed, but that is a story for another time... Ife was slinking from shadow to shadow. The only marker of her existence being the smell for which no one could find the source. Ife was slowly closing the distance to her destination of choice, allowing herself to be patient as she traveled without no one to spot her. Nosferatu were the most curse. The ugliest, the most foul looking vampires in all imagination. They slept in the sewers and crypts, away from all the fair skinned ones who could enjoy the night air. That was not for the Nosferatu. They were the shadow dwellers, the ugly part of the vampiric family. They hid and snuck around, hearing what others did not. The ugly ones were the best spies. That was part of the reason Ife was here. Spies and lies. She was being followed... Just as planned. Ife suddenly turned down an alley, out of the sight of her pursuers. They still followed as quick as they dared without revealing what they thought was a clever hiding attempt. A hideous form came into their view, stuck at a high wall. A dead end. One of the pursuers chuckled, lighting a Molotov Cocktail. The flame illuminated his face and showed so many welts and lesions that his true face was unable to be seen. The botle was thrown, smashing into the wall behind her. The flames explode all over her form and set her ablaze. She fel to the ground, turning to ashes as Final Death claimed her. She was finally dead and the pursuers could simple leave her pile there... From a rooftop overlooking the scene, Ife smiled. A hunter was never cornered. Picture: This is her
Edited by Bloodline, Oct 28 2013, 12:25 PM.
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