Post by GENEVIEVE AIMEE MOREAU on Aug 27, 2013 16:06:02 GMT -5
| [atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, width: 450px; background-color: #7A7A7A; border: #000000 4px solid; opacity: .75;] genevieve aimee moreau [style=width: 200px; height: 250px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/4fau7Bx.png); margin-left: 5px; border: #000000 2px solid; border-radius: 5px;] [/style][style=width: 225px; height: 250px; margin-right: 5px;][style=width: font-family: palatino linotype; font-size: 14px; text-align: left; color: #49425D; background-color: #CCCCCC; text-transform: uppercase; border-radius: 5px; padding: 5px; margin-top: 4px;]THE QUEEN, GENEVIEVE, GEN JANUARY 4TH, 413 A.D. 1613 (LATE TWENTIES) FEMALE & BISEXUAL VAMPIRE (DARK) KATIE MCGRATH [/style]MEGAN • 7+ • SOME PLACEEE [style=font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; color: #49425D; padding: 5px; text-align: justify;]Survival of the fittest. [/style]It is in this world that I live in. There are no opportunities, no chances, no miracles. It is only you against the world, and should you ever happen to let yourself lean on another then you have led yourself to your own demise. Trust no one, lest you want your downfall to occur. These are lessons I learned centuries ago, back during the days of my youth. Or, rather, I should say my human years. I was born during the times when France had only just begun to flourish. A simple country then, I was the daughter of a poor farmer and his wife, those who cultivated the land in order to make a living. It was a simple life and, back then, I didn't mind such a average life, for it was all I knew. Back then I did as I was told, for it would have been out of place and disrespectful had I ever done such a thing, and, in those days, I had never been able to get up the courage to step out of line, though I hadn't ever wanted to at the time. For the most part the beginning of my human years isn't of the utmost of importance in the overall story of my life. No, my life becomes interesting only after I had become eligible for marriage. In that time the age was still fairly young in terms of when a daughter should be married off to the most eligible suitor, so my father had no qualms about my being only fourteen years old. He, of course, had already found someone to marry me off to simply because he needed a substantial sum of money at the time. The man was nearly fifteen years my senior, but that hardly deterred my father from his decision. He simply went along with the marriage and collected his money in a matter of days. Now, you must understand that I'd never truly been fond of my father, for he had always been rather distant and contained towards me as a child, but it was when he simply handed me off without a second thought that I grew angry with him. Not a word was said to me, just a quick goodbye and suddenly I was swept away by the man whom I had been forced into marriage with. My life with Armel Moreau was not a terrible one to begin with. The home in which he lived was moderately sized and had a staff of three, so it wasn't as if I had been married to yet another poor man. It was pleasant enough in the beginning, living with the stranger whom I had married. But, as I said, it was only good to begin with. It was on the night that he decided I was ready to bear my first child that my hatred for the man slowly began to grow. I had only just turned fifteen after the birth of my first child. In the following years I gave birth to four others, in total having three boys and one lovely little girl. The young boys I could have cared less about, but my little girl was the child I grew to develop affections for. I had been in my mid-twenties when I had her and, over the years, she grew to be a valuable companion in the empty home which I had known for so long. The life I had with Armel was not one that made me happy. In fact, it was average and dreary, much like my life with my parents had been before that. Secretly I had harbored desires to be stolen away from my boring little home and away from the man whom I had developed such a hatred for, but my daughter had been the reason I had kept my thoughts to myself. Had it not been for my beautiful little Aceline, I would have fled many years prior. But the coming of a handsome stranger soon changed my thoughts in a heartbeat. Handsome and strange, his entire being had enticed me from the very moment he set foot in the home of my husband. I cannot even recall what it was he had been there for. All I remember is that night, one which I spent with the stranger in close quarters. No one ever knew of that first night, nor did they ever find out about the second or the third. It was my little secret to keep, and it was one I kept with sinful pride at the time. But I hadn't known at the time that his arriving would forever change my life after that moment. On a night after he had been in the residence for many weeks he announced he was leaving. No reason was given, just that he was prepared to move on in an instant. I would be lying if I said I hadn't been saddened by this announcement, but I said nothing. I debated asking him if I could steal away with him in the night, but I had held my tongue, for it was the proper thing to do. But I gave no hesitation when he arrived at my door offering me that very chance later that night. He waited until we were far from my home to reveal his secret to me. In the throw of passion and closeness one night he decided to claim me as his own permanently. In a flurry of heat there was a flash of fangs and pain, and once morning had come I was no longer human. The days following my transition weren't very smooth. I wasn't exactly willing to learn about what my lover had turned me into, though I was more fascinated with the thirst for blood which accompanied it. He was quick to put down any requests I made in terms of finding my own sources to solve the problem of my thirst, believing me to be far too much of a danger in my newborn state. To be honest, he was probably very smart to assume that. Days turned in to weeks of being kept hidden away from the world by the man who had turned me, the man who was my sire. He still refused to let me go out and feed from my own catches, so instead he brought me people he'd caught all on his own. It helped for a short while, but he should have realized little tricks like that would not hold me forever. Weeks of pent up bloodlust left me in a bit of a temperamental mood, and by the time my sire came around again, I struck out. I still enjoyed the meal he had brought me , of course, but he was without his head in a matter of seconds. I took to the town after I had dispatched my sire, killing as I pleased without a second thought. I was free to do as I wanted after that, and in my liberation I took liberties that I would never take now. But carefulness was something I would gain with age, something I had not yet possessed. At some point I paid a visit to my old husband, mainly wanting to see how my darling daughter was managing in life, but all I found was a grave with her name and the rest of my children prospering. Angered and upset I had struck out, and in that moment, slaughtering al in the household in a matter of minutes. I have never been back to that area of the world to this day. After the slaughter of my family I left France, deciding to travel on my own for a short while. But a short while turned into years, then decades, and so on. I hadn't taken very well to settling down after that, though I didn't mind taking residence in a town or two for a few years before moving along again. I can tell you that I've sired my fair share of vampire throughout that time, though I can't say which of them may have lived over the years. Some most likely have perished at the hands of hunters or other beasts, though it isn't as if I care. I hardly remember most of them, though no one truly makes enough of an impression to last anymore. Now, as to what I myself have been doing over the years, well, I suppose you could say I've managed to make a name for myself in the supernatural world. See, you don't live to be as old as I am without cunning over the years, though cunning often goes hand in hand with cruelty. I've never been afraid to get what I want, though most of my kind have come to learn that over the years. Most of what goes on in the vampire world doesn't go unnoticed, so I suppose you could say I'm a sort of self-proclaimed ruler. They may not seem to appreciate it, though I doubt there is anyone among the ranks of my kind who would dare stand up to me by this point. As of late I've grown bored of the traveling lifestyle once again and have taken up residence outside a little town by the name of Fairlawn. I was fortunate enough to find a moderately sized home near the edge of town, though it is merely a temporary residence. I'm merely hear to watch out how this little influx of supernatural creatures will play out. Should any hunters appear in town, though, I'll most certainly be on my way again in no time. [/style] |
