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|  | Moment Haunting
« Thread Started on Nov 17, 2007, 4:29am » | |
Player info
Name: Cheryl... some of you should know me.
Age: ancient? ~LOL~ 27
Email: mommasqueaks@gmail.com
IMing: see profile?
Other Experiences: Started my career in RPing in Chatalot many many many many moons ago... and i kicked it around here for a while... Sabine, and Nine/Violynn/Ana, mainly.
Character Information
General Information
Full Name: Angelique Fortesque, but you won't see her using it.
Nickname: Currently goes by the name of Moment Haunting... A rather odd name, but it suits her just fine.
Place of Birth: Born in Roussillon, France.
Heritage: French
Age: she'll say that she was born in 1698. Now, if that explains when she was actually born or when she was born to the night, she isn't saying.
Gender: Female
Orientation: bi-sexual. Or greedy. whichever tag you prefer.
Status: Single. but don't expect to get anywhere with her, unless you have a book in hand.
Living Situation: Currently held up in a rather posh hotel room here in Paris.
Occupation: does sadistic murderer of her food count?
Race: Vampire.
Affiliation: Sabbat
Appearance:
Hair Color: Moment has jet black hair with a touch of blue highlights to it. She has it textured with a slight curl to it and tends to wear it down unless she's 'working' and then it's up in a quick pony tail.
Eye Color: Her eyes aren't exactly an ice blue, but there is a crystalline quality to them.
Weight: barely squeaks by at 108 pounds.
Height: And barely squeaks by at 5 feet and one half inch.
Build: She is rather petite, but well toned. despite her size, she's an intense scrapper and not afraid of a fight.
Attire: Moment tends to be a dressy casual kind of girl. Designer jeans and high heeled boots along with a very dressy blouse is not uncommon in her night to night wardrobe.
Other: She tends to wear a small hair band on her right wrist, a simple, yet elegant watch on her left and usually a simple necklace to top off her outfit. When reading, she wears her glasses (not like she really needs them, but she finds that they make her -feel- more sophisticated) and her one guilty pleasure is a pair of designer bunny slippers made with angora fur that she'll wear only when she's upset.
Appearance overview: Whether it be the Champs-Elysee or just at the Library, Moment will be dressed in style. From her perfectly coiffed hair to her $1500 dollar shoes, this delicate beauty will get noticed... even if there is nothing delicate about her. The butterfly exterior only coats the poisoned flower beneath.
History: Her father had been a main interrogator (aka, Torturer) in the Franco-Dutch war, and upon returning, taught his craft to his two sons over the span of their lives. But unbeknown-st to him, his daughter had a quick mind along with her pretty face and learned faster than her brothers. She held her tongue as 'good' girls did at that time and learned her mother's teaching of household duties, but she still dreamed of more. As the eldest of her brothers went to battle in the Nine Years war, she was devastated that she had to stay home and be married off as her brother went out to practice a craft that she had honed over the years in secret. Instead of letting herself be sold into a life of matrimony and boredom, she decided to leave in the dead of night to travel from her home and practice what her father had tried to keep from her. Things went well. If she needed anything, she would find who had it or who could get it and kill them so that she had it in return. And after each murder, she would move on. And no one expected such gruesome deeds to echo from such a beautiful girl. Many doors were opened to her that she entered, used, and then buried. No one knows why her penchant for sadistic murder is so insatiable, but then again, some are just born with the lust for it and that would tend to attract trouble... After being born into the night, she continued her spree around France and eventually moved on to Germany, England, Italy, Russia, and at one point, America. But now she's returned home and Paris will be her playing ground.
Sire: He had caught her in a kill. A kill that she would later come to realize that he was probably stalking. She had needed the money for a new dress and this one seemed rich enough to kill for it. She was neatly removing her victim's heart when arms wrapped around her. She just rose with the person holding her, not jumping, flinching or screaming with those cold arms embracing her. If he was a guard, she would have just killed him without question. but strangely, she was comfortable. He whispered in her ear about how much her work amused him... she said nothing. his accent told her that he wasn't from France, that was for sure. Then he whispered that he could help her perfect her craft and that she would be able to continue to decimate humanity forever. She was hooked. And for the first time in her life, she was aware that there was something more than what she knew or thought she knew... And she wanted more. She pressed her body back against his and without warning, his teeth gnashed into her throat and for a moment, she almost panicked, but with the ecstasy of the feeding, she was feeling something well up inside of her. The weaker her body felt, the more she wanted to tear into her secret friend. She wanted to fight him, to hurt him, to seemingly want to prove to him that she wasn't as weak as she was feeling... and as her eyes closed and her breath started to fail her, she felt a drop of moisture hit her lips, her tongue moved to taste... she wanted more... that burning taste of life ripped her from her stupor and she heard his whisper to drink... with his help, her mouth found the wound and at first, she just delicately suckled on his blood, but then she was unable to stop herself as she was biting, tearing into him, trying to get more and more.... He threw her off of him and as she came back, pouncing like an animal... she felt the hit and let the blackness consume her.
she didn't know how long it was before she woke. the space she was in was tight, confined... and the fire in her belly made her roar with anger and pain. As she clawed at the space, fighting to get out... realization hit. She was in a coffin. She was dead... but not... that and the burning hunger that ate at her kept her screaming and fighting... knuckles bleeding... nails torn from the beds... she fought until the wood cracked. Dirt fell inside... They buried her alive! she fought harder, tearing at the wood planks and moving the dirt around, trying to dig her way out.
Hours... what seemed like forever... resting here and there as she began her ascent... and finally, there was a feeling... like a blanket of sweet darkness that surrounded her and with another push, she plunged her hand into the dirt above her and felt freedom. Screaming, she tore herself from her grave... shaking with that fire in her belly...
He was there... caressing a woman who seemed to want nothing more than to run away.
"Perfect, my little killer. A present, and then you're on your own."
He tossed the woman to her and Moment bit into her lip... a stabbing pain and then blood... her teeth had lengthened, sharpened... and the taste of her own blood seemed to fuel that fire more... and there was a scent to the woman... fear... and it made Moment whimper in hunger... She crawled to her.. the woman, pleading for her life... and then, like a snake striking, Moment tore into the woman's throat and fed until there was nothing left....
Moment looked to her secret friend... and he was gone. She never knew his name, but she would always thank him for the gift he gave her... eternal bloodlust....
Family:
Father: Devan Fortesque. Head torturer to the King's army. Eventually killed in a duel.
Mother: Angeline Fortesque. Eventually killed by Dragon Soldiers for being mistaken for being Protestant in the raids, when in fact, she was Catholic.
Siblings: Martin Fortesque, killed in the Nine Years War, and Tristan Fortesque, fate unknown.
Strengths/Merits: Despite her size, she is very strong and she is also intelligent. Her torturing and near surgical skill is exceptional. Rumored among the clans that -She- may have been Jack the Ripper. Moment neither confirms nor denies this rumor. She simply smiles.
Weaknesses/Flaws: Moment has a penchant for books and will compromise a mission if there is a library in the general area. When it comes to a book she hasn't read before, she's like a Toreador staring at jewelry.
She also has a severe aversion to silver, sunlight, and weirdly, certain alcohols will react as silver would to her. So, hence, she is not a consumer of alcoholic beverages.
Likes/Dislikes: She despises alcohol (see above) and anything or anyone who would destroy, maim or even write in book.
she loves fashion and killing, and her special treats are finding a model and just torturing them before eating them.
Personality overview: Moment seems like a shy, quiet girl until you get her into a situation where she can use her skills. Then she has a calm, but happy and out-going disposition. She can also go from zero to psychotic in less than a breath. A great ally, but not someone to cross.
Hobbies: Reading. Did I mention reading? But above all else, Torture and killing seem to be top priority.
Weapons/Skills: Put a gun in the girl's hand and she can shoot it, but most likely, it will not hit the intended target. Put a knife or scalpel in the girl's hand, and she is a force to be reckoned with. Through her love of books and knowledge, she has the intense and intricate skills of a surgeon, but only used for dark purposes.
Sample Post:
~The Book store owner was about to close and lock the door when it opened. He looked over the girl that walked in and slightly smiled. She was beautiful. Petite, shining black hair that went past her shoulders and the prettiest blue eyes. She was dressed in a long sleeved silk blouse in the same color as her eyes and a pair of black designer jeans. Her heeled boots put her at maybe, Five foot four. And the way she looked at the books, with almost a child like innocence, his heart was pulled to her~
"How may I help you, Miss?"
~She looked at him, as if just noticing he was there. She was a soft and slight smile, and she really didn't look him in the eye... her voice purred out with such a sweet, soft sound~
"Books. I'd like to look at and purchase a few books, please."
~he smiled and looked around~
"Well, you've come to the right place, dear. but I was just about to close..."
~He blinked. He wasn't sure he believed what he saw. That beautiful warm face full of innocence went so cold that it sent shivers all over him. The eyes went from wonder to ice in just that one second.... He felt his blood chill and his stomach dropped. It was as if he had seen Death in form of this young girl... he swore that she blurred for a moment and he heard the door click with the deadbolt locking. she took a step forward and as she did, he looked down and saw the scalpel in her hand. her voice that was so sweet a moment ago, was now cold and dead...~
"I said I wanted books. Now, be a good boy and try not to struggle... I'd be a very, very upset girl if you got blood on those books."
~he screamed as she closed in.~
~Outside, not much was heard... and after four hours, Moment strolled out with a bag of books, pulling her ponytail holder out and shaking her hair down, smiling happily as she headed back to her hotel~
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| | Re: Moment Haunting
« Reply #1 on Nov 17, 2007, 9:53am » | |
Hello lovely, welcome back to VC. The profile is by all means acceptable, but I'm not going to approve it for the sole reason that we are moving the board. You may post this profile on the new board [which I am sure Jared will give you the URL for], but be sure to enter all of this information onto the new character template. I guess that's all. Just post it on the new board and you'll be approved right away. 
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