Post by Aleera on Oct 17, 2005 20:49:37 GMT -5
Name- Trinity ("Trixy") Felton AKA 'Countess of The Cold Wastes' or 'Succubus of The Winged Death' in some parts of the world.
Appearance Age- 17
Real Age- 113
Species- vampire
Gender- female
Appearance: petite, but with amazon shoulders (that means their wide and muscular). she is toned but not like the weightlifting women who look like men. cool, uncaring stature. regards everyone carefully.
Hair- shortcropped black hair that gets a white-moonbeam-esc streak tthrough it when she transforms.
Eyes- hazel with golden flecks, also turn black when tr.frms.
Weight- 152 lbs
Height-5'6
Personality- usually quiet, but is quite the party girl at the clubs where she gets her victims. She is impartial as a rolling die, and will carefully evaluate all aspects before deciding...most of the time. She is Unyeilding, or 'stone-headed' to put in better terms. She is very VERY stubborn. She likes to take a silent approach, and slowly wrap her wings around her victim, giving them the delusional vision that death is wrapping around them, also creating the effect that it was all a dream.
History- born in 1842, Trinity Felton was a trusting, and happy child, full of life in her home of Transylvania. She fell in love with a mysterious man who had simply appeared in the village the night before, with slicked black hair, and pearly white teeth. He was candy for the eyes, Drake Vampira' was.
She quickly fell in love with him, and poured her whole heart into his hands, trusting him with every fiber of her being. But alas, her parents forbid her to see him, for he was strange to them, and no one in the village knew of his life before he arrived. But she would not listen, for she was smitten with his looks and hypnoticly sweet words, whispered into her ear each day.
So when he asked her to alope with him, she shreiked with joy, and bespotted him with kisses. They made plans to meet in the next village that night, and be wed there. As they walked slowly on the road that night, he suddenly stopped.
"I need to tell you something Trixy. " he whispered, using the name he had dubbed her, knowing petnames softened her heart.
"What is it my darling Drake?"
"Come closer so I may tell you." So she hugged him, and as she did, he bit into her neck. The world started ebb away, and the last thing she remembered was his whispered,
"My name is Dracula dearest, and I believe this relationship is over. Now drink.........."
When she awoke, she was in a castle, with a women at the door, staring intently at her. "I am Marishka- you serve me now, young vampiress."
Appearance Age- 17
Real Age- 113
Species- vampire
Gender- female
Appearance: petite, but with amazon shoulders (that means their wide and muscular). she is toned but not like the weightlifting women who look like men. cool, uncaring stature. regards everyone carefully.
Hair- shortcropped black hair that gets a white-moonbeam-esc streak tthrough it when she transforms.
Eyes- hazel with golden flecks, also turn black when tr.frms.
Weight- 152 lbs
Height-5'6
Personality- usually quiet, but is quite the party girl at the clubs where she gets her victims. She is impartial as a rolling die, and will carefully evaluate all aspects before deciding...most of the time. She is Unyeilding, or 'stone-headed' to put in better terms. She is very VERY stubborn. She likes to take a silent approach, and slowly wrap her wings around her victim, giving them the delusional vision that death is wrapping around them, also creating the effect that it was all a dream.
History- born in 1842, Trinity Felton was a trusting, and happy child, full of life in her home of Transylvania. She fell in love with a mysterious man who had simply appeared in the village the night before, with slicked black hair, and pearly white teeth. He was candy for the eyes, Drake Vampira' was.
She quickly fell in love with him, and poured her whole heart into his hands, trusting him with every fiber of her being. But alas, her parents forbid her to see him, for he was strange to them, and no one in the village knew of his life before he arrived. But she would not listen, for she was smitten with his looks and hypnoticly sweet words, whispered into her ear each day.
So when he asked her to alope with him, she shreiked with joy, and bespotted him with kisses. They made plans to meet in the next village that night, and be wed there. As they walked slowly on the road that night, he suddenly stopped.
"I need to tell you something Trixy. " he whispered, using the name he had dubbed her, knowing petnames softened her heart.
"What is it my darling Drake?"
"Come closer so I may tell you." So she hugged him, and as she did, he bit into her neck. The world started ebb away, and the last thing she remembered was his whispered,
"My name is Dracula dearest, and I believe this relationship is over. Now drink.........."
When she awoke, she was in a castle, with a women at the door, staring intently at her. "I am Marishka- you serve me now, young vampiress."