ANASTACE, Marina

[Marina Anastace]

†FIRST MIDDLE LAST†

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: Marina Genesis Anastace
nicknames: Rina, Gen, Ana, Mari
birthday: August 4
age: Real age is 642, but she appears to be a 17 year old girl.
gender: female
sexuality: Straight
human or vampire: Vampire

social status: Upperclass

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: Venice, Italy

parents: Janessa Anastace - mother/deceased, Gregor Anastace - father/deceased
siblings: Milo - brother/Vampire living in hiding, Brianne - sister/deceased
pets: none
other: n/a

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: Her eyes are a dark brown, almost like chocolate in color, with flecks of amber, framed by dark lashes.
hair: Her hair is dark in colour, and usually styled in ringlets/semi loose curls that hang just past her shoulders and partly down her back in length.
build: Slender and curvy
other features small bite scar on her neck where she was bitten before turning, the only scar she has retained since becoming a vampire.

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, crying children, the smell of fear, causing fear and terror, feeding, the full moon, rain, classical music.
dislikes: Garlic, the sunlight, holy water, wooden stakes - dur, they kill her - humans who try to fight back, or humans who give up too easily. Blood that tastes of alcohol, or tainted blood, ie: sick blood.

personality: One could define Marina as being snake like. She is both cunning and charming, seductive and deadly. She can work her way into your lives, make you trust her, and then strike when you least expect it. Sure, she's all smiles and good nature when you first meet her, but by the end, she'll be attempting to sink her fangs into you.

Marina is manipulative, and will do anything to make sure her secret is not discovered. And she will not hesitate to kill. It is part of her, what she lives for, and she lives for it all the time. Part of her, the monster, is cruel and unforgiving, and she loves playing games when she knows she's in control, and quite capable of spinning things in her favour.

Not once in her 'young' life, has Marina had a proper romance. Sure, she's had the occasional fling - while managing to keep her virginity - but nothing serious. Who would ever love a vampire? She despises herself partly for this, but loves the fact that she won't have to marry some disgusting old stodger for money.

And then, there's the temper. If you piss her off, she will kill you. She keeps her tongue most of the time, but she can be cutting, sarcastic and stubborn, as well as rude when she wants to be. It depends on the situation and who she is with.

strengths: Increased strength, speed, ability to see better at night time. She's a generally introverted person and uses this to her advantage - if she doesn't know you, she won't try to.
weaknesses: Sunlight, garlic, holy water, she is unable to enter a person's home if they are living unless she has been invited. A lack of blood makes her week, she must feed properly at least once every four-five days, even if she doesn't kill her target, in order to keep her strength up. Her temper has been a cause for trouble.

fears: People discovering who she is, regaining her humanity and feeling sorry for what she's done, dying.
secrets: She longs for love.

aspiration: To get through to at least one person and prove that vampires aren't always as bad as people say, even though she is.

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: Born in Venice, Italy, to parents Janessa and Gregor, Marina was the perfect daughter. Both charming and sweet, she spent much of her childhood laughing and spreading happiness and light. Even her elder siblings, Milo and Brianne, loved her dearly. Born into wealth and nobility, Marina never went without, and was tutored by the very best in Venice, given the very best in clothing, and brought up to be the perfect young lady.

Her brother Milo was the catalyst that changed things. Shortly after she turned 16, after many a suitor began coming to court her for her hand in marriage, Milo disappeared, returning close to three months later as a different person. Marina noticed the changes straight away. He refused to come out during the day, servants began disappearing around the villa, and even his attitude had gotten darker. Finally, Gregor confronted Milo. Marina warned her father not to, but nothing could be done. Milo erupted, slaughtering both Janessa and Gregor, and turning on Brianne before he focused his attention on Marina.

He was prepared to strike, but found himself unable to kill his beautiful little sister, and instead turned her. She went through agonizing pain to become what he was, and immediately after he regretted his decision, as she was tormented and haunted by what he had done, and what he had witnessed. For months, years, after she'd become a vampire, Marina wandered, swearing to make Milo pay for what he had done, leaving a trail of bloody bodies in her wake. Finally, after close to 500 years of hapless wandering searching for a hiding brother, she found Devil's Hollow, a quiet town where she took refuge. Starved of blood and near the true death, she was found by a woman in her late 50s who took her in. In a half weary daze she told the woman, a Christine Bennett, of what she really was, and that she was sorry.

When Christine asked why she was sorry, Marina attacked her, draining her of almost all her blood before she patched her up and put her to bed. It seemed she'd kept one part of her humanity, one part that disappeared in the moment she'd drunk the woman's blood. The following night, she established herself in the community, as an intelligent young noble lady from Italy, on holiday with a family friend - staying in the elderly woman's home, keeping her quiet using a type of hypnosis she'd developed over the years called compulsion.

Now she lives in Devil's Hollow, pretending to be one person and using her status to find the most elegant of suitors to drain, enjoying herself as much as she can without revealing who she really is.

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: over 10 years of RPing experience.

rp sample:

How she wished they could just freeze time, and spend eternity in the night. She knew, as she’d known since their affection for each other had become apparent, that she’d be giving up so much to be with Royce. No matter how much she’d long for it, she would never be able to wake up in the morning in his arms, for fear of losing him to the sun, unless the room was light tight. They’d never be able to spend the day together, and would be forced to spend all their time in the dark of the night. She’d never be able to have children with the man she loved; no matter how much she’d beg him. She knew vampires could not conceive children, and although it pained her, she had to remind herself that she loved Royce, and some things were more important than raising a family. Like love...Shy eyes lifted as she felt his hand take hers, his rough, calloused fingers entwining with hers before she squeezed softly, leaning close to him as the waitress from before entered the room. Viviana thanked her for the wonderful meal, and was relieved to find she was just as laid back as she had been earlier.

“It was a delight to serve you, miss, I hope you and your boyfriend have a nice night,” the young girl – for yes, she was extremely young in comparison to both Viviana and Royce – smiled brightly, swiping the card that Royce gave her into a machine before handing him back his receipt. “I hope you enjoyed your evening at Tramonto’s...All the best for the future, miss. It truly is wonderful, what the two of you are doing.”

Viviana felt herself flush once more at the waitress’ words, and she boxed her head in response, before stepping closer to Royce as he lead her from the private dining room. His hand moved from hers, and she almost protested when he then moved his arm to sit around her shoulder, his proverbial warmth surrounding her. She smiled, leaning into his touch, her hand lifting to gently sit around his waist as they made their descent into the public part of Tramonto’s. This time she welcomed the attention they once more received, and even returned a few glances to women who were almost salivating at the sight of Royce. They were jealous. So were some of the men still sitting with their wives and girlfriends, she noticed; as they all seemed to be eyeing her up. She felt Royce’s hand tighten against her shoulder, and she gently patted his lower back, where her hand had been sitting, reassuring him as she gave each of the girls a very pleased smile. Royce’s arm only moved the host approached, carrying her coat, and the monarch’s fingers gently brushed against her bare shoulders and across her shoulder blades, sending chills down her spine and making her sigh in delight, before he helped her into the black garment.

Viviana stood near the door as Royce spoke to the host, using French. As he stood there, tall and almost regal – yes, regal, ironic considering he was a King – Viviana took another chance to thank the Gods for bringing them together, and together was how they were going to stay. She’d make sure of it. He turned, standing still for a moment, his dark eyes meeting hers. That smile was back, the crooked almost playful one he loved to give her – perhaps he knew it made her weak in the knees – his hands gently resting on his hips before he moved towards her. Viviana lifted her chin, moving into his touch as his knuckles caressed her cheek, before he motioned with his head and she followed him out of the restaurant.

Now the nerves were kicking in. She hadn’t actually slept with anyone in over 100 years, and she feared she’d be a little...rusty, when it came to the moment. Still, she didn’t want to come off as a prude virgin. She most certainly wasn’t a virgin. She hadn’t been one for close to three and a half thousand years...And that was a heck of a long time ago. Royce’s voice pulled her from her thoughts, and she glanced up at the vampire in question as he asked her again if she was all right.

“Yes, my love, I’m all right,” she reassured him, as he opened the car door for her, and as before, closed it behind her. It took him only a moment before he was climbing in beside her. Once they were in the confines of his car, he squeezed her hand briefly before turning the car out of the restaurant and down the street. As they drove, she couldn’t help but notice he was taking his time, obviously letting her enjoy the scenery as he made his way out of Shreveport.

At first she was unsure of where they were going, then they started down a familiar stretch of road, and a smile came to her lips. “We’re going back to Bon Temps? I didn’t realise you had a home there...” Wasn’t that a coincidence? That he had a home outside the town that she had been calling home for years. It brought a lot of thoughts to mind. “But I love it...I actually live there. With a friend. Speaking of, I need to give him a call...”

Thierry would be worrying about her. She’d offered the dragon a place to stay when he came to town. It was after all the right thing to do; they’d been friends for hundreds of years. After giving Royce a loving smile, she reached for her silk clutch, rummaging through the contents until she pulled out a black and blue phone. After a moment, she punched in a number and brought it to her ear.

“Hello? Draco, hey...Yeah, it’s Ana. I just wanted to let you know I’m not going to be home until tomorrow sometime...” she could feel the heat rising in her cheeks as she felt Royce’s eyes on her, glancing across to meet his knowing and playful gaze. A laugh bubbled up from her throat, in response to a comment Thierry made, and she rolled her eyes. “No. Well, let’s just say I’ll be enjoying myself. I’ll see you later, ok? Have a good night, and don’t set fire to anything in the house...”

Thierry’s colourful response echoed from the phone, and she laughed as she ended the call, before sliding the phone back into her bag. When Royce gave her a questioning look, she merely shrugged. “He’s an old friend. We’ve known each other for over 3000 years. He’s a...a dragon.” She wondered if he’d believe her. After all, it was a night for believing. He probably didn’t believe in Naiads before she told him. But it was the truth, and Thierry was the closest thing she had to a brother. He was the only one she’d ever been able to talk to about their lives...Well, he used to be. Now she had Royce. The I-Pod hadn’t turned back on when the car started, instead the radio had been humming softly. She recognised a song, and leant over to turn it up slightly, murmuring the words under her breath as Delta Goodrem’s Believe Again began to move through the car. Her eyes lifted to meet his, and she flushed, before shrugging slightly.

“I like this song,” she admitted, lifting a hand to brush hair out of her eyes, only to be stopped by Royce’s as he performed the action for her. As the song continued, she felt herself singing along, before finally she changed it, knowing he probably didn’t care for the bubbly love song. She did, though, and as she’d been sitting there for the short while she’d been thinking over the lyrics and how they made so much sense for her now. Royce had made her believe in love again. And she loved him for that. He was her reason in life now. Just as she glanced across to him, her brown eyes wide and full of want and longing, she noticed he was staring at her. A dangerous pastime as they drove, she was sure, but she enjoyed the attention. Slowly, but surely, they continued, before Royce turned the car, pulling up into a wide driveway.

“Where are we...Oh, my...” her query was cut short as they came upon Royce’s temporary manor: a beautiful pavilion like structure that had obviously been built reminiscent of his Roman days. Two large pillars with a gate that was slowly swinging open bid them welcome to the monarch’s home, and she felt her smile grow as she not only noticed the black shutters that seemed to cover every single window, but that there were gentle lights shining along the path, leading them up towards the front door. With a very amazed sigh, she glanced once more in Royce’s direction, as he parked the car and stepped out. In an instant he was at her side, his hand taking hers as he helped her out of the car. She really did enjoy his strength and the height different, as he so easily lifted her off her feet and up into his arms as if she were as light as air. A squeak of delight left her, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her lips gently against his, loving how secure she felt in his arms, even when her feet were dangling above the ground.

“Have I told you lately how much I love you?” she whispered playfully against his lips, remembering his earlier comment as she laughed softly. He merely responded with a kiss and placed her on the hearth in front of him, his hand moving over her shoulder to unlock the front door. As they stepped inside, she looked around the entrance hall, amazed by the simple beauty of it. A piano sat opposite one of the side doors, and a beautiful staircase winding up to the second and third floors was visible as she moved further into the brightly lit room. She felt Royce’s hands on her shoulders, and as usual her body moved, leaning back into his touch as he slid her coat from her shoulders, hanging it on a coat rack behind her before he took her in his arms again, hands clasping against her stomach as he rested the bottom of his chin against the top of her head.

“Close your eyes.”

The simple request made Viviana raise an eyebrow in curiosity, but after he tapped her shoulder playfully, before placing one hand over her eyes, she laughed and closed her eyes, her hands moving to cover them as his hand lowered to her shoulder. Slowly, he directed her up the stairs, taking them carefully so she didn’t trip. Smiling as his fingers squeezed her shoulder gently, she resisted the urge to peak, even when the scent of roses made her so very eager to know what he’d planned.

“Open them, my love.” His voice, deep and smooth, sounded against her ear and she felt chills run down her spine before she took her hands away, her eyes opening slowly. What she saw took her breath away. A beautifully furnished master bedroom, shutters across all the windows to keep the light out, a roaring fire crackling from the fireplace; rose petals scattered throughout the room and across the bed. And, best of all, there was no coffin.

“No coffin?” she asked softly, in a tone that suggested she almost didn’t believe what she was seeing, as she turned to face him, as he slowly closed the bedroom door behind them. He merely smiled, that crooked grin that made her knees weak, before she took a step forward, her hands lifting to wrap around his shoulders as he gathered her into his arms, her feet once more leaving the ground. Her lips met his, her kiss passionate, sweet, and full of all the adoration and love she was feeling. This was perfect...just as he’d promised.

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