Post by Lorrana on May 30, 2009 1:02:23 GMT -5
Full Name: Lorrana Cadence Delvitch
Nicknames: Lor, Ana, Lorrie, Lorsmore
IGN: LadyLorrana
IGP: Second-sight Suction Surprise Perception Celerity(1) Stamina(3) Shadows(3) Thievery(3) Locate(1) Telepathy(2) Charisma(3)
Species: Vampire
Sire: None, was JakeJaiden
Clan: Clanless, was in Clan Capadocious
Childer: None
Bound: None, divorced from KillFace
Appearance:
-----+Age when turned: 24; True age: 26
-----+Hair: Dark red in color with wavy curls, mid-back length
-----+Eyes: Blue
-----+Complexion: Unearthly pale
-----+Height: 5'2"
-----+Weight: 132lbs
Personality traits: She is a very kind-hearted piress although an immense hunger rushes through her veins. Quite the jokester with an optimistic view on most issues. Though she tries to accept those around her, once you anger this piress, it is hard for her to throw back her pride and forgive. Has a tendency to ramble about whatever may be in her head at the moment, and yet manages to be a good listener.
History: She was born and raised in the dark town of Ravenblack City, brought up as a die-hard Christian. Her parents wanted what was best for her, and took her to church every Wednesday and Sunday. As she grew, Lorrana's mother taught her how to cook, telling her that when she married, she would be expected to cook each meal. Her father wished for her to grow up strong and capable, so he took her out hunting each morning and afternoon to show her how to hunt with both a pistol and a bow. Once he gave her her own bow, she named it Sylvia. To this day, she still carts it around. As she grew into a young woman, her mother demanded their outings cease, that Lorrana need to concentrate on getting married and raising a family of her own. She came to hate her mother.
She became the talk of her area as she continued to grow older, passing her twenty fourth year of being unwed and childless. It simply made her laugh at their ignorance. She did not tell them that her love for God was stronger than it could be for any man, and she had decided to become a nun. Lorrana had dreamt of becoming a nun since the age of ten, and had decided to leave the forsaken city she had resided in for so long to help spread the word of her Lord.
One night, on the way home from a breathtaking mass, the choir's voices still rising and falling to lovely hymns, Lorrana was attacked. She was held down, pinned to the ground with such a force she could still not describe to this day. The bloodlust the creature seemed to have was overwhelming as he took her. She could feel sharp fangs pierce her flesh, draining her to oblivion and back. What seemed hours later, she awoke in a small hut, darkness surrounded her. Her entire body ached fiercely, but she felt alive. Awake and aware. The sounds of crickets were magnified, the scent of forest and all manners of creatures roaming it seemed tangible. The hunger nearly drove her mad... Until she fed from a nearby shopkeeper. His blood coursed through her like a drug, sending her into ecstasy, back to oblivion.
After a year and a half of wandering the streets, mostly within the castle walls of Clan Capadocious, the still young piress is unclanned, divorced, and sireless. Simply trying to make her way once more through the treacherous streets of this city.
Nicknames: Lor, Ana, Lorrie, Lorsmore
IGN: LadyLorrana
IGP: Second-sight Suction Surprise Perception Celerity(1) Stamina(3) Shadows(3) Thievery(3) Locate(1) Telepathy(2) Charisma(3)
Species: Vampire
Sire: None, was JakeJaiden
Clan: Clanless, was in Clan Capadocious
Childer: None
Bound: None, divorced from KillFace
Appearance:
-----+Age when turned: 24; True age: 26
-----+Hair: Dark red in color with wavy curls, mid-back length
-----+Eyes: Blue
-----+Complexion: Unearthly pale
-----+Height: 5'2"
-----+Weight: 132lbs
Personality traits: She is a very kind-hearted piress although an immense hunger rushes through her veins. Quite the jokester with an optimistic view on most issues. Though she tries to accept those around her, once you anger this piress, it is hard for her to throw back her pride and forgive. Has a tendency to ramble about whatever may be in her head at the moment, and yet manages to be a good listener.
History: She was born and raised in the dark town of Ravenblack City, brought up as a die-hard Christian. Her parents wanted what was best for her, and took her to church every Wednesday and Sunday. As she grew, Lorrana's mother taught her how to cook, telling her that when she married, she would be expected to cook each meal. Her father wished for her to grow up strong and capable, so he took her out hunting each morning and afternoon to show her how to hunt with both a pistol and a bow. Once he gave her her own bow, she named it Sylvia. To this day, she still carts it around. As she grew into a young woman, her mother demanded their outings cease, that Lorrana need to concentrate on getting married and raising a family of her own. She came to hate her mother.
She became the talk of her area as she continued to grow older, passing her twenty fourth year of being unwed and childless. It simply made her laugh at their ignorance. She did not tell them that her love for God was stronger than it could be for any man, and she had decided to become a nun. Lorrana had dreamt of becoming a nun since the age of ten, and had decided to leave the forsaken city she had resided in for so long to help spread the word of her Lord.
One night, on the way home from a breathtaking mass, the choir's voices still rising and falling to lovely hymns, Lorrana was attacked. She was held down, pinned to the ground with such a force she could still not describe to this day. The bloodlust the creature seemed to have was overwhelming as he took her. She could feel sharp fangs pierce her flesh, draining her to oblivion and back. What seemed hours later, she awoke in a small hut, darkness surrounded her. Her entire body ached fiercely, but she felt alive. Awake and aware. The sounds of crickets were magnified, the scent of forest and all manners of creatures roaming it seemed tangible. The hunger nearly drove her mad... Until she fed from a nearby shopkeeper. His blood coursed through her like a drug, sending her into ecstasy, back to oblivion.
After a year and a half of wandering the streets, mostly within the castle walls of Clan Capadocious, the still young piress is unclanned, divorced, and sireless. Simply trying to make her way once more through the treacherous streets of this city.