Nixon Marsters Sat Aug 27, 2011 12:32 amBASICS:
Birth name: Nixon Marsters
Other names: Nixon, Nixxy, Nix
Age: 400
FAMILY
Ancestry: Vampire
Mother: Dead
Father: Dead
Married/Single: Single
Whom: None
Children: Too many to count and non-of importance
Siblings: Brother (Vampire, sired at 12)
Where do you live: Yes, Vampire Communal Haven, it will be for her and her childer once they arrive... which is to say anyone can play one, but I am fairly picky about who plays her brother.
History:French by birth, Nixon was then Angeline Marsters. Her father was a predominate business man in France. A banker of sorts. She grew up wealthy, and fairly happy. She was due to be married into high society. However, the man she was due to marry was a bit of a bastard. Well... very much so. He and his drunkard friends one night raped her... each taking turns, holding her for the entire night before letting her go. Once it was done he told the family that since she was impure and already used goods, he didn't want her.
She was cast out by her father as a whore... and left with nothing. And so ultimately, that was exactly what she became to survive. A whore. Beaten, abused... she saw the worst of men and woman alike.
It was a vampire that changed all of it for her. But not the way she wanted. She wanted to die. She had slit her wrists and was waiting for it... but the smell of blood attracted the creature. And he took.... pity on her. Siring her to save her. That night she turned on him and killed him by catching him off guard.
She vowed she would never be under the thumb of another man.
And she wasn't. She returned to her family, killing her father and mother for casting her out, and leaving her brothers and sisters to deal with the mess. All but sweet little Gavin. Gavin was at the time seven, he had done her no wrong other then to be her best friend.
She took him, managing to keep him safe, protect him. Even siring another to tend to him... But it could not protect him from disease, and he came down with scarlet fever. She should have let him die... he was only fourteen, but her mind no longer worked that way, and she sired him then. He was never angry though, relieved that he finally knew why his sister was different then everyone else.
When the time came she moved to New Orleans. Able to blend in with the newly arriving french aristocrats, and eventually even the creol there. She founded a coven, siring three more in her first hundred years, and then siring no more, but allowing them to do the siring. Of the original five members, she was extremely protective... when her first, Piere, the one she sired to take care of Gavin, was killed by a werewolf, she burned down half of the french quarter trying to kill it.
Those that were sired by her children, she could care less about, other then the few that were sired by her sweet Gavin. Gavin was her humanity... and her sanity... and though she lingers on the edge of dismay and destruction, as long as Gavin is there to hold her hand she will not fall over it.
She has now decided that the Dark Lord and his plight for control over muggles would be a perfect extention of her coven, sending first her Chosen Dmitri, and then coming herself before she decided weather or not to summon her coven.
APPEARANCE
Eye color: copse like blue
Hair color: black
Height: 5'4"
Other characteristics: tattoos, she found that by using a vampire fang and werewolf blood she could give herself tattoos.
SKILLS, ALLEGIANCES, ETC.
Wand: None
Other devices: Sun Charm. Allows her to go out in low level sun, two to three hours after dawn, and two to three hours before dark
Skills:
Allegeiances: Technically her own, however if a choice had to be served, then it would be the Death Eaters, evil is always so much more fun then good.
Patronus: None
Boggart: The Sun
Career: Coven Master
Where do you want to work: No Need
Example RP: Somewhere in the haze she realized that the girl was speaking. A thanks for being saved... but that was all. The taste of the blood, the beating of his heart, her nails bit into his throat and his stomach where she was holding him, causing a small amount of blood to be wasted, and her jaws bit down again, harder, hard enough to cause a nasty crunching sound to be issued from the wounds she had inflicted.
This was no Anne Rice night at the movies, there was no swooning, no orgasmic pleasure from the bite she inflicted. She heard some vampires could cause it, but she was not one of them. And she didn't care to be, his struggling, his screaming... all of it was part of the thrill of the kill. Men who prayed on women that couldn't fight them off were scum. Like her husband... bastards.
When she had drank her fill she would come around and break the man's neck with a quick motion. Assuring he would not resurrect or survive. A shiver washed over her. It seemed the girl decided not to run, only back away slowly. Maybe she wasn't as stupid as Nixon originally thought. Those eyes slowly faded from the glowing red to the crimson orbs as she looked at the other.
``No need to thank me... I didn't do it for you sweetie.`` The vampire purred as she stretched and wiped her mouth. The blood working through her was nearly amazing, her eyes fading back to a more browny color, and a bit of tone returning to her skin. She would bend down and triffle through his pockets. Leaving the hundreds of dollars in money, and numerous platnum credit cards. These things meant nothing to her.
She was looking for only one thing.... and a smile washed over her face, making her seem almost beautifully innocent for a moment as she found them. The keys to that sweet sports car he had been driving.
``Want to take a ride?`` Even as a vampire it wasn't every day that a victim died and left you the keys to a Porche 911 Turbo. And she wasn't about to give this find up. Seeing as the girl had attracted Mr. Porche, she thought it only fair to invite her for the fun.
Birth name: Nixon Marsters
Other names: Nixon, Nixxy, Nix
Age: 400
FAMILY
Ancestry: Vampire
Mother: Dead
Father: Dead
Married/Single: Single
Whom: None
Children: Too many to count and non-of importance
Siblings: Brother (Vampire, sired at 12)
Where do you live: Yes, Vampire Communal Haven, it will be for her and her childer once they arrive... which is to say anyone can play one, but I am fairly picky about who plays her brother.
History:French by birth, Nixon was then Angeline Marsters. Her father was a predominate business man in France. A banker of sorts. She grew up wealthy, and fairly happy. She was due to be married into high society. However, the man she was due to marry was a bit of a bastard. Well... very much so. He and his drunkard friends one night raped her... each taking turns, holding her for the entire night before letting her go. Once it was done he told the family that since she was impure and already used goods, he didn't want her.
She was cast out by her father as a whore... and left with nothing. And so ultimately, that was exactly what she became to survive. A whore. Beaten, abused... she saw the worst of men and woman alike.
It was a vampire that changed all of it for her. But not the way she wanted. She wanted to die. She had slit her wrists and was waiting for it... but the smell of blood attracted the creature. And he took.... pity on her. Siring her to save her. That night she turned on him and killed him by catching him off guard.
She vowed she would never be under the thumb of another man.
And she wasn't. She returned to her family, killing her father and mother for casting her out, and leaving her brothers and sisters to deal with the mess. All but sweet little Gavin. Gavin was at the time seven, he had done her no wrong other then to be her best friend.
She took him, managing to keep him safe, protect him. Even siring another to tend to him... But it could not protect him from disease, and he came down with scarlet fever. She should have let him die... he was only fourteen, but her mind no longer worked that way, and she sired him then. He was never angry though, relieved that he finally knew why his sister was different then everyone else.
When the time came she moved to New Orleans. Able to blend in with the newly arriving french aristocrats, and eventually even the creol there. She founded a coven, siring three more in her first hundred years, and then siring no more, but allowing them to do the siring. Of the original five members, she was extremely protective... when her first, Piere, the one she sired to take care of Gavin, was killed by a werewolf, she burned down half of the french quarter trying to kill it.
Those that were sired by her children, she could care less about, other then the few that were sired by her sweet Gavin. Gavin was her humanity... and her sanity... and though she lingers on the edge of dismay and destruction, as long as Gavin is there to hold her hand she will not fall over it.
She has now decided that the Dark Lord and his plight for control over muggles would be a perfect extention of her coven, sending first her Chosen Dmitri, and then coming herself before she decided weather or not to summon her coven.
APPEARANCE
Eye color: copse like blue
Hair color: black
Height: 5'4"
Other characteristics: tattoos, she found that by using a vampire fang and werewolf blood she could give herself tattoos.
SKILLS, ALLEGIANCES, ETC.
Wand: None
Other devices: Sun Charm. Allows her to go out in low level sun, two to three hours after dawn, and two to three hours before dark
Skills:
Allegeiances: Technically her own, however if a choice had to be served, then it would be the Death Eaters, evil is always so much more fun then good.
Patronus: None
Boggart: The Sun
Career: Coven Master
Where do you want to work: No Need
Example RP: Somewhere in the haze she realized that the girl was speaking. A thanks for being saved... but that was all. The taste of the blood, the beating of his heart, her nails bit into his throat and his stomach where she was holding him, causing a small amount of blood to be wasted, and her jaws bit down again, harder, hard enough to cause a nasty crunching sound to be issued from the wounds she had inflicted.
This was no Anne Rice night at the movies, there was no swooning, no orgasmic pleasure from the bite she inflicted. She heard some vampires could cause it, but she was not one of them. And she didn't care to be, his struggling, his screaming... all of it was part of the thrill of the kill. Men who prayed on women that couldn't fight them off were scum. Like her husband... bastards.
When she had drank her fill she would come around and break the man's neck with a quick motion. Assuring he would not resurrect or survive. A shiver washed over her. It seemed the girl decided not to run, only back away slowly. Maybe she wasn't as stupid as Nixon originally thought. Those eyes slowly faded from the glowing red to the crimson orbs as she looked at the other.
``No need to thank me... I didn't do it for you sweetie.`` The vampire purred as she stretched and wiped her mouth. The blood working through her was nearly amazing, her eyes fading back to a more browny color, and a bit of tone returning to her skin. She would bend down and triffle through his pockets. Leaving the hundreds of dollars in money, and numerous platnum credit cards. These things meant nothing to her.
She was looking for only one thing.... and a smile washed over her face, making her seem almost beautifully innocent for a moment as she found them. The keys to that sweet sports car he had been driving.
``Want to take a ride?`` Even as a vampire it wasn't every day that a victim died and left you the keys to a Porche 911 Turbo. And she wasn't about to give this find up. Seeing as the girl had attracted Mr. Porche, she thought it only fair to invite her for the fun.
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