Post by Violet on May 6, 2008 23:33:56 GMT -5
STATISTICS
(This is Nessa!)
{This will make better sense if you read the history first =D And Ash is going to be Jolene}
Full Name: Violet Rembridge
Nickname: Violet
Your age now: 152
Your age when you were changed: 17
Power: Empathy…She was extremely empathetic in her humans years, and this developed as a power after her change. By touching someone, Violet can feel their emotions—though she has to mirror it. For example, if Violet placed her hand on a child’s shoulder who was angry, she would be furious as well. It has several setbacks this way and she tends not to use it that often because of that because humans would find it strange if they were upset about something (crying, perhaps) and Violet accidently bumped into them and began crying as well. She wears gloves to avoid this most of the time.
Coven: None (Am I allowed to do that? If not I’ll modify}
BEAUTY
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Gold
Overall Appearance: She’s petite (skinny and shorter than most) with a delicate face. The problem with Violet is that old habits die hard, and she usually wears terribly old-fashioned clothes as much as she can. If she does have to blend in public, she’s usually wearing a long, expensive-looking dress that looks like she’s going to a dinner party, and occasionally even a cloak. And of course, Violet always wears a pair of gloves (that usually match her outfit) to control her power.
She tends not to wear any makeup because she typically doesn’t like coating her face with things, and Violet always wears a necklace that was a gift from her father, though she has had to get it repaired many times because of the rust and decay. She has small feet, which she always hated because she believes it makes her clumsy, no matter how elegant they might appear. Violet only wears boots or heels.
Likes:
~Jolene
~Horseback riding (side-saddle)
~Instruments
~Classical music
~Dancing (Mostly ballroom dancing)
~Novels
~Traveling
~Croatia
Dislikes:
~Lightning
~Pure darkness
~Accidentally using her powers
~Embroidery, knitting, sewing
~Any type of lessons
~History books
~Jolene when she’s strict
~Technology at times
Strengths:
~Adventurous
~Courageous
~Musical
~Witty
~Empathetic
Weaknesses:
~Easily bored
~TOO adventurous
~Smart-aleck
~Rebellious
~Overly stubborn
Habits:
~Wears old-fashioned clothes
~Lashes out at Jolene when she’s angry
~Refuses to give up even when all hope is lost
~Can lose herself when playing an instrument (fully engaged)
~Likes to be rebellious sometimes
First Impressions: Most people find Violet a beautiful but strange girl for the way she dresses and can behave. For one thing, they definitely think it queer if they brush against her skin and she suddenly becomes very emotional (from them transferring their feelings to her by her power) and that Violet typically doesn’t care at what they think of her for her outer appearance. Men especially think she’s a bit peculiar because Violet tends to act cold towards them from distrust for the male race that she gained in the past. She and Jolene tend to still behave the way they used to, speaking with proper grammar all the time and hardly any slang so people know she is foreign, usually thinking she is from Europe.
Personality: Violet tends not to get that close to people, though she’ll be polite as she can be (which sometimes really isn’t much). She doesn’t really trust humans, vampires, or werewolves because of the way she was deceived in the past by a vampire. But to her friends, Violet’s known as always managing to get into some sort of trouble. She loves wearing dresses merely because she likes seeing Jolene’s face when she comes back wearing them tattered and torn from her latest adventure.
Violet tries not to get to close to men, because of what happened with Silus. She thinks she’ll be betrayed again and that’s something she would never risk. She also tends to be overprotective of Jolene because she’s the only person she has left in the world, her only companion, and this can cause Violet to get bossy at times, refusing to let Jolene leave her sight, though it is really just because she cares.
HISTORY
Life:
Princess Violet Rembridge of Croatia. That was the name Violet had known her entire life. The sister of six-year old brother Edmund, who was next in line for the throne. But the thing was, the court discussed that if Violet married, they would allow she and her husband to rule Croatia. However, at the time, Violet didn’t care too much about things like ruling. While she couldn’t truthfully say she would prefer being a servant, Violet didn’t really enjoy being a princess as much as she was supposed to…with all the lessons and rules and etiquette involved. And being a queen would be even worse, since they probably wouldn’t allow her to make a proclamation for canceling or shortening Mass. Though Violet was Catholic, she didn’t like praying for hours and hours. She liked riding her horse and playing the violin and hiding from her governess or lady-in-waiting.
However, that all changed once she met Silus. He was quite different from all the other men Violet had met, yet he was the most beautiful man she had ever laid eyes on with his flawless skin and features. He claimed he was a noble from the French court, visiting with permission from her father. If it was a lie it was a very good one for Violet seldom saw her father at all, therefore she could never question if Silus was telling the truth or not. He was so…strange…to Violet, though this only enthralled her more. His mannerisms, his looks, everything about him seemed so foreign to her. He teased her without fearing of losing his head for insulting the princess, and she adored that. He enchanted her. Silus courted Violet though they never said it officially. At the end of three months he proposed, and without thinking too much about it, Violet accepted. But that night she mulled things over. Their marriage would mean he would be a king, and more than that, she the queen! And Violet wasn’t sure if she could handle of it so quickly. She had never wanted to be queen, and she wasn’t sure if she would make a good wife.
The next night, Violet was sitting at her vanity table, brushing her hair and preparing for sleep. Silus entered without knocking as he always did. She began having second thoughts about the whole arrangement, and she voiced it to him. He walked over to her slowly, with almost a cat-like walk, and he rested his hand on the back of her throat, whispering sweet temptations and consoling her, attempting to soothe her mind, yet Violet could not be cajoled. Suddenly, Silus thrust her back, threw her long brown hair over her shoulder, exposing her bare throat and lunged at it. He bit into her, the warm blood streaming over her nightgown and her body. At first Violet was so shocked she felt nothing but the wetness of her own blood…and then everything. It was as if someone was burning her alive. She screamed and wailed but Silus merely grabbed her face and clutched it, shaking it so fiercely she thought her neck would snap. Silus told her that he had only wanted to be king, and now she had ruined his plans. “I knew exactly how to charm a little princess like yourself. They’re all the same” she could remember him saying as she trembled with pain. However, Jolene had heard the scream, and soon she had rushed into the room. Silus howled with laughter as Jolene screamed in shock at her bloody mistress’s appearance and he drank from her as well.
He had been so sure that he had drained ever last drop from their body, so sure that they were dead, yet he had lacked the meticulousness to check. Silus merely peered over their bodies in a death trance, and whispered a word. But no, Violet and Jolene had been alive as Silus left them, his cloak whirling over their bodies and he turned swiftly on his heel and left the room. They lay on the ground, eyes wide and expression deathlike, and the change began. The pain was so great Violet wished for death, and she knew that Jolene did as well. But they couldn’t move, just lying there on the blood-soaked carpet in their gowns as they slowly changed. Their skin grew harder, paler and as flawless as Silus’s had been. Their eyes had changed to pitch black. Slowly the agony dulled to the point, and they rose carefully. They had lived…or died. Silus’s last word echoed and thumped in Violet’s ears. Vampire…
It had been 1873.
Afterlife:
But it wasn’t over yet. Violet and Jolene knew they couldn’t live in Croatia any longer, no matter how much they loved it. They were a danger and in danger if anyone found out what had happened to them. So together they forged a plan. Violet and Jolene swiftly packed all their gowns and jewelry, quickly with the new velocity that came with their vampire blood. They hid the bags in the gardens where no one would ever find them, and then Violet faked her death as if a robber had come into the room, murdered the princess and made off with her belongings that were truly sitting in the garden. Violet and Jolene used the blood that had spilled everywhere, and positioned themselves as if they had been killed. A maid stumbled upon the scene an hour later, screamed, and then took off to tell everyone. Jolene had pretended to be alive the entire time while they had a funeral and buried Violet. Then at midnight, Jolene snuck out of her room after a day of pretend mourning and dug up the grave, freeing Violet from the coffin. Violet ran to hide as Jolene went back to her room, faked her death as suicide after her Lady died, and was found eventually as well. Her burial, though not as grand, commenced the day after, and at night, the process repeated with Violet digging up Jolene’s coffin this time. They were now registered as dead and forgotten, and they took their possessions and to leave Croatia forever.
They had brought along Violet’s entire fortune (that they had pretended the robber stole), so they could live comfortably. But they thirsted. Two days after they ran away they wandered in the woods. A deer walked by, and Violet could almost feel the blood pulsating through its veins, the warm, succulent blood and she couldn’t help herself. She threw herself at the deer and grabbed it, biting it and drinking to Jolene’s protest. But soon her friend was joining her as well, and that was how they found out how they might partake in the blood of animals instead of humans, like how Silus had chosen to do. Violet was very baffled after finding out that even after hours of walking she was not the slightest bit tired, and even though she had lain down to sleep when it was so late that dawn was approaching, she could not. The life of a vampire was strange to Violet, and she wondered if any others existed. Or had Silus been the only one? She did not know, and she would have searched for more if Jolene had not knocked sense into her by telling her that there could be more bad vampires.
Violet learned about what she could and could not do eventually as a vampire. She could not eat anymore, nor drink anything but blood. She was swifter, stronger, and her looks exceeded that of human beauty. But the strangest thing that Violet couldn’t figure out was that something was happening to her mind, or her heart. One day, Violet had been quite angry at Jolene for not letting her hunt after a bear, saying things like they had just eaten and it would spoil her appetite. Jolene apologized, yet Violet remained stubborn, refusing to talk to her friend for a day. It caused Jolene distress. Jolene grabbed Violet’s arm suddenly to apologize again, when suddenly, Violet felt terribly upset. The anger that had been within her vanished in the matter of seconds to be replaced with a sad pout. Jolene released her, and the anger returned. The same thing happened another day when Violet had angered Jolene this time, and when Violet touched her, fury burst inside of her that equaled Jolene’s. This was how she figured out her gift of empathy.
Violet had been empathetic as a child for she had learned from her late mother to “place yourself in another’s shoes”. Though she had been cranky many times, she sympathized with people. The servants especially. They might have tried hard to hide the hardship in their lives but Violet could see it. The moment she found out this ability, Violet dreaded it. Jolene said she did not feel the same thing. Was it a special power or ability for her and her only? She did not want it. It seemed like a curse, for Violet did not want to feel what others were feeling. She sulked for days, and Jolene placed her hand on her shoulder to comfort her. Violet expected to change her mood immediately to a kind or sympathetic one, but it remained distressing. Soon it struck Violet—she could only feel one’s emotions if it was contact with bare skin to skin, and relief flooded. She began wearing gloves shortly after she found it out.
It still wasn’t the end though, not for the two of them. They couldn’t rest until they had one thing: Silus’s life. He had taken both of theirs, so it was only fair. It was why Violet and Jolene traveled for many years in search of him. One hundred thirty two years later after their death, fate smiled upon them. The two were in Seattle. There was the sharp scent of a vampire in the air suddenly, and the both of them turned to see a familiar figure moving with the crowds, and immediately they followed him. It was difficult for Violet to fit in for she had never grown out of her old clothes, the princess gowns and frocks and her cloaks. People usually thought she worked from some company or something though, so they normally didn’t pay the two of them too much after a second glance. They followed the figure several feet behind warily in case he decided to run, but he appeared not to notice them amongst the swarm of humans. Violet and Jolene stalked after him like bloodhounds in the night until they reached his hotel. It was difficult to track him for so long without him realizing, for the slightest step out of place would make him turn but after so many years they were experienced. The vampire opened his door, went inside his room, and closed it—but not before Violet and Jolene stopped it from fully closing. They allowed a minute before opening the door and going inside. “Silus” Violet spoke his name, and before he could turn around they were at him, slashing him with daggers so he wouldn’t have a chance. Then they took a metal trashcan from outside, dragged his body across the floor and chucked Silus into the can, and set it on fire.
They waited three years in Seattle, watching his ashes, making sure he wouldn’t return…which he did not. Silus never rose again. At the end of three years, Violet and Jolene decided for a change of pace. They would move into some small town nearby, try to settle down for once and live as normally as they could. The smallest, closest town happened to be one called Forks. A strange name, but they would try.
Coven Info: N/A
ALL ABOUT YOU
Name: Nessa =D
Age: 15!...all right, fine, 14.5 <.<
Other Characters: N/A
Other Sites: Visions of the Night! and Beyond Twilight
Experience: A little over half a year
Example1: visionsofnight.proboards105.com/?board=headquarters&action=display&thread=304&page=1
{As Nettie Townsend}
Example2:
{1873}
Violet tapped her pen rhythmically over and over again as she stared at the paper with splatters of ink and blots and mistakes, cheek resting on the palm of her hand as she yawned. How long had the lesson been going for? An hour now? It seemed to be never-ending, and she was stumped on one word, unsure if there was an e or not. If Violet wrote it incorrectly, she would have to redo the entire paper, something she definitely was not looking forward to. But the strange thing was, the tutor had not yet scolded her for taking so long. Was she asleep? Violet peered over at her governess who appeared to be nodding off after she had forced Violet to write the French alphabet. Honestly, with all the languages she had to learn she wasn’t sure if she could remember it all the next day. The governess snored. Violet slowly scooted from her chair as quietly as she could. She knew Jolene would be checking up on her lesson soon, so she had to be quick. Violet tiptoed across the floor so the floorboards only creaked slightly, and she turned the doorknob and fled down the corridor as quickly as she could before she could wake up, her shoes clacking across the fancy rug, hair streaming past the fine tapestries. Violet didn’t blame her teacher for falling asleep, or rather, she couldn’t. Violet tended to extend the lessons by making mistakes, though she couldn’t really help that either. There was always so many more things one could do that her mind strayed from the lessons so answers had to be repeated. She wanted to be outside, or in the library, or playing the violin or the pianoforte.
A few servants turned heads as Violet rushed on by, though they were not exactly surprised. It was common for Violet to try to ditch her lessons, though she had never done anything too extreme. The king had heard of it once before, and it resulted in a good smack on the legs with a rod that stung like nettle. He had never hit her before—probably because he was too busy to. Afterwards, he asked not to be bothered on such trifle measures and for Violet’s own governess to take care of it herself, though she was not as strong as to deal with Violet when she was in a defensive mode. Violet quickly ran down the marble staircase of the palace to the stables. She didn’t need someone to saddle her horse since she had learned how to from a stable boy since she was ten years old. The only thing Violet wished was to learn how to ride…well, like a man. She only knew how to ride side-saddle—Jolene would not permit her to ride any other way, and it was difficult to ride as swiftly as she wanted to when riding like a lady. Violet fastened her cloak on that she had pulled off the hook of her door before she left the room and pulled on the hood. It wasn’t her favorite but it would do for getting away from a lesson, so Violet saddled her white horse quickly and stepped onto the stirrups, tapped the reins gently, and they were off.
Her cloak whipped in the wind behind her, her hood barely staying on as Violet clutch the reins tightly as her horse sped through the gardens and into the forest that the king usually used for hunting. There were many wild animals inside, but she wasn’t afraid of them. Most of them traveled in packs so it was easy to spot them and flee before anything happened, and it seemed her father was too lazy to restock his forest. He hardly left the Throne room to anywhere besides the Grand Hall or his bedchambers. It had been a while since she had last gone so deep into the forest. The branches curved in and now since she was taller, they scratched and tugged at her hair. One of them cut Violet’s cheek yet she didn’t stop until she was in the center of the thicket. Jolene would have a fit. She wiped her cheek with her cloak as they slowed. It was just a scratch. Violet leapt down from her horse to sit under a tree for a moment, the warmth of the grass and sun soothing her from the stress of the lesson. Violet allowed herself to slip into sleep for a moment, when suddenly, her house neighed loudly, rising on its too back legs, waking Violet with a start. She scrambled to her feet and walked over to her horse, petting him to calm him down.
“What is it? What’s wrong?” Violet asked, and she turned to look at where her horse had been looking at. For a moment, Violet thought she saw a pair of burgundy eyes.
Violet drew back quickly, and there was the rustle of bushes as if someone ran away. Someone had been watching her. She quickly got back onto her horse and rode back to the palace as fast as her horse could run, not daring to look back. When she finally reached her home, Violet didn’t even bother to take her horse into the stables herself, sending a servant to do it instead. She kept on running until she reached her own room, slamming the door shut behind her and locking it firmly. Violet sighed with relief and sat upon her bed, falling back onto it. Suddenly, she heard a tap at the glass of her window. Slowly Violet rose to her feet, walking over to the fine curtains. She pulled them away swiftly, and there stood a man with the palest face she had ever seen and glimmering eyes.
“I’m Silus.”
Quote:
“No more fairytale pretending…I’ll make my own happy ending.”
(This is Nessa!)
{This will make better sense if you read the history first =D And Ash is going to be Jolene}
Full Name: Violet Rembridge
Nickname: Violet
Your age now: 152
Your age when you were changed: 17
Power: Empathy…She was extremely empathetic in her humans years, and this developed as a power after her change. By touching someone, Violet can feel their emotions—though she has to mirror it. For example, if Violet placed her hand on a child’s shoulder who was angry, she would be furious as well. It has several setbacks this way and she tends not to use it that often because of that because humans would find it strange if they were upset about something (crying, perhaps) and Violet accidently bumped into them and began crying as well. She wears gloves to avoid this most of the time.
Coven: None (Am I allowed to do that? If not I’ll modify}
BEAUTY
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Gold
Overall Appearance: She’s petite (skinny and shorter than most) with a delicate face. The problem with Violet is that old habits die hard, and she usually wears terribly old-fashioned clothes as much as she can. If she does have to blend in public, she’s usually wearing a long, expensive-looking dress that looks like she’s going to a dinner party, and occasionally even a cloak. And of course, Violet always wears a pair of gloves (that usually match her outfit) to control her power.
She tends not to wear any makeup because she typically doesn’t like coating her face with things, and Violet always wears a necklace that was a gift from her father, though she has had to get it repaired many times because of the rust and decay. She has small feet, which she always hated because she believes it makes her clumsy, no matter how elegant they might appear. Violet only wears boots or heels.
Likes:
~Jolene
~Horseback riding (side-saddle)
~Instruments
~Classical music
~Dancing (Mostly ballroom dancing)
~Novels
~Traveling
~Croatia
Dislikes:
~Lightning
~Pure darkness
~Accidentally using her powers
~Embroidery, knitting, sewing
~Any type of lessons
~History books
~Jolene when she’s strict
~Technology at times
Strengths:
~Adventurous
~Courageous
~Musical
~Witty
~Empathetic
Weaknesses:
~Easily bored
~TOO adventurous
~Smart-aleck
~Rebellious
~Overly stubborn
Habits:
~Wears old-fashioned clothes
~Lashes out at Jolene when she’s angry
~Refuses to give up even when all hope is lost
~Can lose herself when playing an instrument (fully engaged)
~Likes to be rebellious sometimes
First Impressions: Most people find Violet a beautiful but strange girl for the way she dresses and can behave. For one thing, they definitely think it queer if they brush against her skin and she suddenly becomes very emotional (from them transferring their feelings to her by her power) and that Violet typically doesn’t care at what they think of her for her outer appearance. Men especially think she’s a bit peculiar because Violet tends to act cold towards them from distrust for the male race that she gained in the past. She and Jolene tend to still behave the way they used to, speaking with proper grammar all the time and hardly any slang so people know she is foreign, usually thinking she is from Europe.
Personality: Violet tends not to get that close to people, though she’ll be polite as she can be (which sometimes really isn’t much). She doesn’t really trust humans, vampires, or werewolves because of the way she was deceived in the past by a vampire. But to her friends, Violet’s known as always managing to get into some sort of trouble. She loves wearing dresses merely because she likes seeing Jolene’s face when she comes back wearing them tattered and torn from her latest adventure.
Violet tries not to get to close to men, because of what happened with Silus. She thinks she’ll be betrayed again and that’s something she would never risk. She also tends to be overprotective of Jolene because she’s the only person she has left in the world, her only companion, and this can cause Violet to get bossy at times, refusing to let Jolene leave her sight, though it is really just because she cares.
HISTORY
Life:
Princess Violet Rembridge of Croatia. That was the name Violet had known her entire life. The sister of six-year old brother Edmund, who was next in line for the throne. But the thing was, the court discussed that if Violet married, they would allow she and her husband to rule Croatia. However, at the time, Violet didn’t care too much about things like ruling. While she couldn’t truthfully say she would prefer being a servant, Violet didn’t really enjoy being a princess as much as she was supposed to…with all the lessons and rules and etiquette involved. And being a queen would be even worse, since they probably wouldn’t allow her to make a proclamation for canceling or shortening Mass. Though Violet was Catholic, she didn’t like praying for hours and hours. She liked riding her horse and playing the violin and hiding from her governess or lady-in-waiting.
However, that all changed once she met Silus. He was quite different from all the other men Violet had met, yet he was the most beautiful man she had ever laid eyes on with his flawless skin and features. He claimed he was a noble from the French court, visiting with permission from her father. If it was a lie it was a very good one for Violet seldom saw her father at all, therefore she could never question if Silus was telling the truth or not. He was so…strange…to Violet, though this only enthralled her more. His mannerisms, his looks, everything about him seemed so foreign to her. He teased her without fearing of losing his head for insulting the princess, and she adored that. He enchanted her. Silus courted Violet though they never said it officially. At the end of three months he proposed, and without thinking too much about it, Violet accepted. But that night she mulled things over. Their marriage would mean he would be a king, and more than that, she the queen! And Violet wasn’t sure if she could handle of it so quickly. She had never wanted to be queen, and she wasn’t sure if she would make a good wife.
The next night, Violet was sitting at her vanity table, brushing her hair and preparing for sleep. Silus entered without knocking as he always did. She began having second thoughts about the whole arrangement, and she voiced it to him. He walked over to her slowly, with almost a cat-like walk, and he rested his hand on the back of her throat, whispering sweet temptations and consoling her, attempting to soothe her mind, yet Violet could not be cajoled. Suddenly, Silus thrust her back, threw her long brown hair over her shoulder, exposing her bare throat and lunged at it. He bit into her, the warm blood streaming over her nightgown and her body. At first Violet was so shocked she felt nothing but the wetness of her own blood…and then everything. It was as if someone was burning her alive. She screamed and wailed but Silus merely grabbed her face and clutched it, shaking it so fiercely she thought her neck would snap. Silus told her that he had only wanted to be king, and now she had ruined his plans. “I knew exactly how to charm a little princess like yourself. They’re all the same” she could remember him saying as she trembled with pain. However, Jolene had heard the scream, and soon she had rushed into the room. Silus howled with laughter as Jolene screamed in shock at her bloody mistress’s appearance and he drank from her as well.
He had been so sure that he had drained ever last drop from their body, so sure that they were dead, yet he had lacked the meticulousness to check. Silus merely peered over their bodies in a death trance, and whispered a word. But no, Violet and Jolene had been alive as Silus left them, his cloak whirling over their bodies and he turned swiftly on his heel and left the room. They lay on the ground, eyes wide and expression deathlike, and the change began. The pain was so great Violet wished for death, and she knew that Jolene did as well. But they couldn’t move, just lying there on the blood-soaked carpet in their gowns as they slowly changed. Their skin grew harder, paler and as flawless as Silus’s had been. Their eyes had changed to pitch black. Slowly the agony dulled to the point, and they rose carefully. They had lived…or died. Silus’s last word echoed and thumped in Violet’s ears. Vampire…
It had been 1873.
Afterlife:
But it wasn’t over yet. Violet and Jolene knew they couldn’t live in Croatia any longer, no matter how much they loved it. They were a danger and in danger if anyone found out what had happened to them. So together they forged a plan. Violet and Jolene swiftly packed all their gowns and jewelry, quickly with the new velocity that came with their vampire blood. They hid the bags in the gardens where no one would ever find them, and then Violet faked her death as if a robber had come into the room, murdered the princess and made off with her belongings that were truly sitting in the garden. Violet and Jolene used the blood that had spilled everywhere, and positioned themselves as if they had been killed. A maid stumbled upon the scene an hour later, screamed, and then took off to tell everyone. Jolene had pretended to be alive the entire time while they had a funeral and buried Violet. Then at midnight, Jolene snuck out of her room after a day of pretend mourning and dug up the grave, freeing Violet from the coffin. Violet ran to hide as Jolene went back to her room, faked her death as suicide after her Lady died, and was found eventually as well. Her burial, though not as grand, commenced the day after, and at night, the process repeated with Violet digging up Jolene’s coffin this time. They were now registered as dead and forgotten, and they took their possessions and to leave Croatia forever.
They had brought along Violet’s entire fortune (that they had pretended the robber stole), so they could live comfortably. But they thirsted. Two days after they ran away they wandered in the woods. A deer walked by, and Violet could almost feel the blood pulsating through its veins, the warm, succulent blood and she couldn’t help herself. She threw herself at the deer and grabbed it, biting it and drinking to Jolene’s protest. But soon her friend was joining her as well, and that was how they found out how they might partake in the blood of animals instead of humans, like how Silus had chosen to do. Violet was very baffled after finding out that even after hours of walking she was not the slightest bit tired, and even though she had lain down to sleep when it was so late that dawn was approaching, she could not. The life of a vampire was strange to Violet, and she wondered if any others existed. Or had Silus been the only one? She did not know, and she would have searched for more if Jolene had not knocked sense into her by telling her that there could be more bad vampires.
Violet learned about what she could and could not do eventually as a vampire. She could not eat anymore, nor drink anything but blood. She was swifter, stronger, and her looks exceeded that of human beauty. But the strangest thing that Violet couldn’t figure out was that something was happening to her mind, or her heart. One day, Violet had been quite angry at Jolene for not letting her hunt after a bear, saying things like they had just eaten and it would spoil her appetite. Jolene apologized, yet Violet remained stubborn, refusing to talk to her friend for a day. It caused Jolene distress. Jolene grabbed Violet’s arm suddenly to apologize again, when suddenly, Violet felt terribly upset. The anger that had been within her vanished in the matter of seconds to be replaced with a sad pout. Jolene released her, and the anger returned. The same thing happened another day when Violet had angered Jolene this time, and when Violet touched her, fury burst inside of her that equaled Jolene’s. This was how she figured out her gift of empathy.
Violet had been empathetic as a child for she had learned from her late mother to “place yourself in another’s shoes”. Though she had been cranky many times, she sympathized with people. The servants especially. They might have tried hard to hide the hardship in their lives but Violet could see it. The moment she found out this ability, Violet dreaded it. Jolene said she did not feel the same thing. Was it a special power or ability for her and her only? She did not want it. It seemed like a curse, for Violet did not want to feel what others were feeling. She sulked for days, and Jolene placed her hand on her shoulder to comfort her. Violet expected to change her mood immediately to a kind or sympathetic one, but it remained distressing. Soon it struck Violet—she could only feel one’s emotions if it was contact with bare skin to skin, and relief flooded. She began wearing gloves shortly after she found it out.
It still wasn’t the end though, not for the two of them. They couldn’t rest until they had one thing: Silus’s life. He had taken both of theirs, so it was only fair. It was why Violet and Jolene traveled for many years in search of him. One hundred thirty two years later after their death, fate smiled upon them. The two were in Seattle. There was the sharp scent of a vampire in the air suddenly, and the both of them turned to see a familiar figure moving with the crowds, and immediately they followed him. It was difficult for Violet to fit in for she had never grown out of her old clothes, the princess gowns and frocks and her cloaks. People usually thought she worked from some company or something though, so they normally didn’t pay the two of them too much after a second glance. They followed the figure several feet behind warily in case he decided to run, but he appeared not to notice them amongst the swarm of humans. Violet and Jolene stalked after him like bloodhounds in the night until they reached his hotel. It was difficult to track him for so long without him realizing, for the slightest step out of place would make him turn but after so many years they were experienced. The vampire opened his door, went inside his room, and closed it—but not before Violet and Jolene stopped it from fully closing. They allowed a minute before opening the door and going inside. “Silus” Violet spoke his name, and before he could turn around they were at him, slashing him with daggers so he wouldn’t have a chance. Then they took a metal trashcan from outside, dragged his body across the floor and chucked Silus into the can, and set it on fire.
They waited three years in Seattle, watching his ashes, making sure he wouldn’t return…which he did not. Silus never rose again. At the end of three years, Violet and Jolene decided for a change of pace. They would move into some small town nearby, try to settle down for once and live as normally as they could. The smallest, closest town happened to be one called Forks. A strange name, but they would try.
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ALL ABOUT YOU
Name: Nessa =D
Age: 15!...all right, fine, 14.5 <.<
Other Characters: N/A
Other Sites: Visions of the Night! and Beyond Twilight
Experience: A little over half a year
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{As Nettie Townsend}
Example2:
{1873}
Violet tapped her pen rhythmically over and over again as she stared at the paper with splatters of ink and blots and mistakes, cheek resting on the palm of her hand as she yawned. How long had the lesson been going for? An hour now? It seemed to be never-ending, and she was stumped on one word, unsure if there was an e or not. If Violet wrote it incorrectly, she would have to redo the entire paper, something she definitely was not looking forward to. But the strange thing was, the tutor had not yet scolded her for taking so long. Was she asleep? Violet peered over at her governess who appeared to be nodding off after she had forced Violet to write the French alphabet. Honestly, with all the languages she had to learn she wasn’t sure if she could remember it all the next day. The governess snored. Violet slowly scooted from her chair as quietly as she could. She knew Jolene would be checking up on her lesson soon, so she had to be quick. Violet tiptoed across the floor so the floorboards only creaked slightly, and she turned the doorknob and fled down the corridor as quickly as she could before she could wake up, her shoes clacking across the fancy rug, hair streaming past the fine tapestries. Violet didn’t blame her teacher for falling asleep, or rather, she couldn’t. Violet tended to extend the lessons by making mistakes, though she couldn’t really help that either. There was always so many more things one could do that her mind strayed from the lessons so answers had to be repeated. She wanted to be outside, or in the library, or playing the violin or the pianoforte.
A few servants turned heads as Violet rushed on by, though they were not exactly surprised. It was common for Violet to try to ditch her lessons, though she had never done anything too extreme. The king had heard of it once before, and it resulted in a good smack on the legs with a rod that stung like nettle. He had never hit her before—probably because he was too busy to. Afterwards, he asked not to be bothered on such trifle measures and for Violet’s own governess to take care of it herself, though she was not as strong as to deal with Violet when she was in a defensive mode. Violet quickly ran down the marble staircase of the palace to the stables. She didn’t need someone to saddle her horse since she had learned how to from a stable boy since she was ten years old. The only thing Violet wished was to learn how to ride…well, like a man. She only knew how to ride side-saddle—Jolene would not permit her to ride any other way, and it was difficult to ride as swiftly as she wanted to when riding like a lady. Violet fastened her cloak on that she had pulled off the hook of her door before she left the room and pulled on the hood. It wasn’t her favorite but it would do for getting away from a lesson, so Violet saddled her white horse quickly and stepped onto the stirrups, tapped the reins gently, and they were off.
Her cloak whipped in the wind behind her, her hood barely staying on as Violet clutch the reins tightly as her horse sped through the gardens and into the forest that the king usually used for hunting. There were many wild animals inside, but she wasn’t afraid of them. Most of them traveled in packs so it was easy to spot them and flee before anything happened, and it seemed her father was too lazy to restock his forest. He hardly left the Throne room to anywhere besides the Grand Hall or his bedchambers. It had been a while since she had last gone so deep into the forest. The branches curved in and now since she was taller, they scratched and tugged at her hair. One of them cut Violet’s cheek yet she didn’t stop until she was in the center of the thicket. Jolene would have a fit. She wiped her cheek with her cloak as they slowed. It was just a scratch. Violet leapt down from her horse to sit under a tree for a moment, the warmth of the grass and sun soothing her from the stress of the lesson. Violet allowed herself to slip into sleep for a moment, when suddenly, her house neighed loudly, rising on its too back legs, waking Violet with a start. She scrambled to her feet and walked over to her horse, petting him to calm him down.
“What is it? What’s wrong?” Violet asked, and she turned to look at where her horse had been looking at. For a moment, Violet thought she saw a pair of burgundy eyes.
Violet drew back quickly, and there was the rustle of bushes as if someone ran away. Someone had been watching her. She quickly got back onto her horse and rode back to the palace as fast as her horse could run, not daring to look back. When she finally reached her home, Violet didn’t even bother to take her horse into the stables herself, sending a servant to do it instead. She kept on running until she reached her own room, slamming the door shut behind her and locking it firmly. Violet sighed with relief and sat upon her bed, falling back onto it. Suddenly, she heard a tap at the glass of her window. Slowly Violet rose to her feet, walking over to the fine curtains. She pulled them away swiftly, and there stood a man with the palest face she had ever seen and glimmering eyes.
“I’m Silus.”
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“No more fairytale pretending…I’ll make my own happy ending.”
