ABBOTSFORD, Arianna

[Aria Abbotsford]

†ARIANNA ELIZABETH ABBOTSFORD†

W H A T I F I S A Y I ' M N O T L I K E T H E O T H E R S ?
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what if i say i'm not just another one of your plays?

full name: Arianna Elizabeth Abbotsford
nicknames: Aria
birthday: November 11th
age: 23 (528)
gender: Female
sexuality: Bi-sexual
human or vampire: Vampire

social status: Lower Aristocracy

Y O U ' R E T H E P R E T E N D E R .
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what if i say i will never surrender?

birth place: Originally Ireland

parents: Names Unknown
siblings: Alexander O’Brien
pets: Yorkshire Terrier
other:

I ' M T H E V O I C E I N S I D E Y O U R H E A D Y O U R E F U S E T O H E A R .
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i'm the face you have to face, mirroring your stare.

eyes: Blue
hair: Blonde
build: Average/Slender.
other features Aria's eyes are the most expressive part of her and she uses them to her advantage.

I ' M W H A T ' S L E F T . I ' M W H A T ' S R I G H T . I ' M T H E E N E M Y.
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i'm the hand that'll bring you down, bring you to your knees.

likes: Blood, throwing parties, her dog, her brother, expensive things, fresh water pearls, manipulation.
dislikes: Humiliation, things that could kill her, being discovered, nosey neighbours.

personality: Aria, as she is referred to by those she deems worthy enough, is likely little more then a spoiled child masquerading as an immortal. But as easy as it would be to sum her up in such a manner, she's also complicated with a head full of violence and a mind that's beginning to feel more human then immortal these days. When she was human she was sweet and innocent which was probably what got her killed in the first place. But as a vampire she is much like her kin; cold, calculating and aggressive, she is a practised vampire through and through. But Aria is also over 500 years old and has seen as much as one person can over that much time. Her immortal life has certainly taken its tole and that shows within how she behaves; at times she can be brash, agitating and even cruel, at others she can appear almost as soft as a human and at rare times, caring. As a matter of survival Aria has a unique ability to blend in with humans without much work, but then again she's been doing it for 5 centuries so she's had to. Because of that she has a keen sense of empathic perceptions toward human beings that is for the most part an instinct she's worked hard to hone rather then an ability she gets by being a vampire. In the presence of humans Aria has built a great tolerance for any blood lust she first experienced after being turned. Both her and her brother are the extravagant type and they indulge on blood as often as possible so that they can control themselves when need be, a system they've honed as well. Though vampire's don't require food like humans do, instead relying on blood her preferred sustenance, in order to pass as a human she has to behave as one and that requires eating just like a human would; not eating would certainly cause suspicion. Over the years though she has grown accustom to food, adapting to it, and in doing so has gained a measure of enjoyability out the performance of eating. Aria is also a drinker and it usually gains a certain amount for notoriety in which ever city her and her brother land. Most people who come to know her come to find her holding a glass of wine where ever she goes. Though she would never tell any one this is because her favourite drink is a half and half mixture of red wine and blood.

strengths: Physical strength, some empathic abilities, acute hearing, extreme adaptability/acting.
weaknesses: Unstable, unpredictable. She has a tendency to be a sloppy drunk. She has very poor eyesight despite being a vampire. She tends to form deep attachments to items, which when those attachments are threatened, become the thing worth killing for.

fears: Things that can kill her, being discovered hiding among humans, being alone, having a soul after all the things she's done in her death.
secrets: Aria and her brother have been pretending to be humans for the past 503 years.

aspiration: To remain undiscovered. But ultimately to understand why it is she feels the way she does.

S O W H O A R E Y O U ? Y E A H , W H O A R E Y O U ?
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yeah, who are you? yeah, who are you?

history: Though things for Aria are a practised perfection now, when she and her brother were first turned they had a great deal of trouble, so much so that they were chased out of multiple cities for nearly a quarter of a century. Aria and her brother were originally born in Ireland in the late 13th century, not more then a hundred years after the Norman and English occupation. They were born to a farmer and his wife, their names of which they have forgotten; Aria worked on her father's land along with her brother and parents. The typical life of a girl of that station was to learn to be a suitable wife for, hopefully, a wealthy land owner or even if she were lucky a Lord. Some time into her teens a young Lord-ling named Lazarus moved to their city and it was Aria that caught his eye. He was a odd man and Aria felt very cold around him, but her mother pressed her to accept any advances from the Lord. Being young, just having turned 18, she did as her mother wished and allowed his overtures. But the stranger was a vampire and a sadistic one at that, one that now saw Aria as his prize and that meant that she was now a thing to be played with.

The vampire locked her in his dungeon and then began his psychological warfare. For six days Aria remained there with out little more then a servant bringing her meager amounts of bread and water. On the seventh day she woke to the sound of the heavy door slamming open and the sight of Lazarus, his mouth, neck and chest drenched in blood, throwing the lifeless body of her father onto the floor in front of her cell then with out a look to her, turning and slamming the door behind him. For seven days the body remained there and no one came, not even the servant; for seven days she was trapped in the room of her father's decomposing corpses. Seven days later Lazarus appeared once more, the door opening once more but this time Lazarus brought her brother except for one major difference. As she would find out later from Alexander himself, Lazarus had tortured her brother for a week; he'd tied him to a chair and began his “experiments” he called them. Lazarus' game was to hurt Alexander so badly that when the vampire finally deemed him ready he would promise Alexander the choice of continuing to suffer as a human or to beg to be made a vampire. Her half dead brother gave in and Lazarus turned him that same day. But Alexander had to feed and Lazarus knew who that should be; out he dragged the tied figure of Aria's frightened mother. Releasing her from her bonds she barely made it to Aria's cell door before she was set on by Alexander as he began to feed. Aria cried through the entire act and when the vampire's had had their fun she was once again faced with the corpse. Again another week went by, but this week was not quiet at all. The two days after this Lazarus and Alexander removed the bodies and began their combined torture of the girl. Within the following days she was subjected to the worse tortures and humiliation any one could imagine, they did things to her that no woman should ever experience, things that, had she be forced to live out a life as a human, she would likely never recovered. On the seventh day Aria too begged for released, so broken she knew she could never survive a future, and accepted what ever fate had in store for her.

Twenty four hours later, Aria woke to the new and vibrant world of the vampire with the memories of her torture fresh in her mind. Lazarus, to his credit, was not an idiot. Having lived as a vampire for the past quarter century, he had come to perfect his little game and though at times elements of it changed, he always succeeded in his pursuits. In his time he had turned several women and men to great success and in all fairness he couldn't have predicted what would happen with Aria when she become a demon. Lazarus only truly understood this the day she stabbed him through the heart with chair leg. She had allowed him to think she was part of his entourage, even suggested he “marry” her so that they could gain the wealth of her parent's farm when they sold it. When they finally wed and gained the wealth of coin from the sale of the farm Aria turned on her creator with no pretence, no grace, she simply attacked him with brutal savagery so fierce that he succumb to her advances with very little exchange of blows. After that Aria and her brother sold all their possessions and bought a ticket to cross the sea toward England and start a new life under new identities. They set themselves up as orphans, their parent's recently deceased and used their death as a reason for never leaving the home.

They maintained a level of civility in their new home, a small cottage village in the middle of the country side. Day maids came every few days to clean the house and bring them “food”, in the nights they would hunt settling for the blood of animals to sustain them till they found an insignificant human to pick off. But being new to their demonic state, it wasn't long before villagers would get suspicious of them and they would have to sell their home and find a new place to live. This continued for the following 25 years in which they would travel to new places only to loose control of her blood lust and ruin it for the pair of them. It was around that time that they began to try different methods to blend in, finding what worked and what wouldn't, eventually finding the right combinations of things to keep them from getting caught. Knowing still that it would always be difficult for them to stay in one place for a long time, they continued to moved every five or six years, recreating themselves where ever they went. They travelled from country to country; Spain, France, Germany, Russia. They experienced revolutions and the powerful reigns of king, queens and tyrants. They spent a summer in Vienna following around Mozart and discussing whether or not they should turn him, in fact it was Vienna that inspired her to take her most recent name. They spent a winter in Prague after Aria seduced a elderly Prince to marry her, only to suck him dry two months later and take all his wealth for themselves. Some times they would pick out some one and invite themselves into that person's life by seducing them or befriending them. Occasionally Aria and Alex have had need to pretend they are married which has certainly caused a new level to be added to their relationship.

Aria's one real indulgence is her york shire terrier; when her and her brother were living in France during Louis the XVI's reign, it became en vogue to carry around small breed dogs. In order to fit in with those at court her brother suggested she do the very same, thinking that she could at least eat it if she decided she couldn't deal with the annoyance of a pet, but she became strangely enamoured with the animal and since then is never seen without one.

Aria and Alex lived well considering and always remembered to live below the radar as it were. Though they had considerable wealth amassed over the years, they were never boastful about it nor arrogant knowing that it could get them in trouble as it had for them in the past. As much as they wished to live indulgently, to live free as a vampire should, as a matter of survival they forced a manner of self control in order to get by. But for Aria her “life” has been a hard one. Her brother had always been the level headed one even when they were human, and as a vampire he was far more quiet and thoughtful then Aria. But Aria was jubilant, in a way being dead was the first time she'd ever really been alive and free from the confines of social norms and niceties, things she was forced to accept because she was a woman in the middle ages. It's why it was so hard for her to assimilate into her position as a Vampire trying to live as a human. She wanted nothing more then to ravage the world and make it her play ground, to make those that pushed her down pay for their crimes. It was only the constant companionship of her brother that saved her from being staked on more then a few occasions.

But as the years have worn on Aria often feels less like a vampire and more like a human, and with that a certain amount of guilt from her vampire indulgences. She's had a great deal of time to think and in away, soul search, and that's most definitely a problem to her. Above anything Aria has a deep seeded fear and belief that she's “growing” a soul. In the years since she became a vampire she has softened a great deal though still prone to unpredictable mood swings. But this has a great deal to do with the inner conflict she desperately tries to hide from both her self and her brother. Aria is like a glass vase ageing away with time, covered in a thousand little cracks splitting her exterior into a thousands little pieces

Devil's Hollow is just Aria and Alex's lasted stop in their grand journey through the after life. Having recently left London after having lived there near a decade, Aria's wild idea was to take a ship 'cross the sea to the Americas; the one place they have yet to discover first hand. After having learned about the Creole culture of the deep south Aria knew that she had to experience the voodoo magic of the Bayou. Her plan is to see if she can find some one to help her answer the questions that she asks alone in the dark, but since she has not share her thoughts with her brother she's suggested a proper tour; a new home. The idea was that they would land on the East Coast and simply work their way across the land depending on what they felt. For Aria it is just a matter of time before she reaches her goal so Devil's Hollow is just a stepping stone and that's how she plans to treat it.

K E E P Y O U I N T H E D A R K
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you know they all pretend.

experience: Six years; run my own site.

rp sample:

I woke in the morning to an empty bed, something I was strangely beginning to be accustomed to. Something I didn't enjoy. I sat in my bed, my body sore from the previous night. Oh Janyx, how could a Heliotrope do such things. I smiled to myself and ran my hands through my hair.

"Duchesse L'Envers?" A quiet voice came from the door.

"Come in Fleur." I said recognizing it.

"Did you have a pleasant evening?" She asked entering with a basin and fresh towels.

"I suppose, did anything come for me today?" I almost hoped he would have wrote.

"No my lady, not for you directly. But word has come of another tragedy." She said moving into the bathing room. I followed as she placed the basin on the marble of the table.

"The King?" I asked leaning over and cupping water in my hands before splashing it onto my face.

"No my lady, the Duc de Siovale. He is dead." I turned to her.

"No!" I said in surprise.

"Yes, he and his whole family. Wife, son and daughter. Slain in their town home." All I could do was stare wide eyed.

"Shame." I said shaking my head slightly. "Oh Elua, I thought we lived in a peaceful nation." I turned back to the basin.

"There's more," Fleur continued as I washed my face thoroughly. "The new Duc, the new Sovereign Duc de Siovale is Sylvestre de Valmont." I gasped then stared blankly at her.

"That fiend." I said taking the towel from her hand. "That unscrupulous fiend." I dried my face and handed the towel back.

"My lady?" She raised a brow. "You don't think Lord Sylvestre would do something like that would you?" She seemed uncertain.

"I don't know," I said sighing. I turned and headed for my seat at the vanity, Fleur followed beginning to brush out the tangles. "I hope not, though he was always a devil when we courted." I applied a light powder to my skin.
"Forget about him, I'll see him later...in a day or so." I said raising a brow in thought.

"What about your evening my lady, I saw you leave with a handsome young man." She smiled in the mirror and I almost felt myself blush.

"Janyx nó Heliotrope." I said smiling back.

"Heliotrope?" She sounded so surprised.

"Yes." I said making a face in the mirror, a coy grin playing across my lips. "He has the will of a Mandrake." I added softly. "Oh Fleur, he was good. Like a Shahrizai." I said turning slightly to look at her over my shoulder

"Really," Her brows furrowed in silent awe. "Will you see him again?" She looked so excited. I turned back to my reflection in the mirror.

"I don't know, I think...I think it scared him." I replied placing a bracelet on my wrist. "You know." I said knowing that she did, that dark place is hard to go to the first time. Fleur nodded silently.

"Is Elliot around?" I asked as Fleur finished pinning my hair into a soft bun of curls.

"Yes my lady, he too took a Heliotrope to bed." She smiled dreamily.

"Yes, I saw." I raised a brow, my manner growing cold as I stood from my seat. "The green gown Fleur." I snapped as she continued.

"He took her to Heliotrope earlier." She cooed pulling the gown from my armoire. "He was humming," She added with a wide grin. "He also sent a letter to your cousin, the one with the summer cottage." She returned with the gown and I stepped into the pool of fabric that Fleur had laid at my feet then she slowly pulled the bodice up over my slim figure then situated it to my form by pulling the ribbons tight.

"I wonder what he has planned." I asked myself in a soft voice, the question left floating on the air without an answer. Elliot never hummed, it was...against his nature. Fleur pulled the back of the gown tight and I jerked at little.

"He's down in the library now my lady." She said as she finished pulling the ribbons tight.

"I guess I'll ask him myself." I turned to admire myself in the vanity, my hands smoothing over my clothed stomach. She nodded and went to work clearing up some of my things as the day maids appeared to help. Almost gliding down the steps I headed for the library.

secret phrase: REMOVED

[Tara Calder]