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[Name]: Lilium Acacia

[Age]: 19

[Actual Age: 208

[Powers]: TBAL

[Appearance]: Youthful and petite, Lilium stands at five feet and four inches. Her hair is kept in long, luscious curls that were inherited from her mother, framing a full face with softly pouted lips and piercing pale gray eyes.

She fancies older, period clothing; corsets, full skirts, calf length boots and the like. Rich fabrics and deep colors contrast nicely against skin that borders on alabaster from being bathed in a taboo mixture of milk, honey, and fresh blood.

[Nature]: Though seemingly demure, Lilium is quick of wit and can be ruthless in getting what she wants. She can bide her time with the best of them, but her patience is far from limitless.

[Demeanor]: In large crowds, she tends to act as one would expect of a young lady born of the early nineteenth century. She is polite, and delicately dances around uncouth topics, giving a carefully guarded insult when there is need. However, in more select company, she is more than willing to let loose and become as bawdy as a bar wench raised in a brothel.

[History]: Lilium`s parents were upper middle class citizens. Her father owned a dress shop and her mother was one of his seamstresses. She learned early on that fashion was both highly important in the eyes of society, and unbelievably fleeting.

Her winters were spent traveling or staying with her mother`s great aunt and her cats while her parents moved from city to city and country to country in search of new fabrics and fashions to keep their shop on the up and up. It would never do to fall behind the times.

It was during these same winters, when her guardian would fall to heavy napping (thanks to laudanum which was popular with the doctors), that she would sneak out and explore the town unaccompanied. After all, the adults would never allow her to enter the pubs and taverns, much less the more `questionable` establishments she would sneak into from time to time.

During her seventeenth year, on their way home her parent`s ship met with a savage storm and went under. The shop was sold and she was given an inheritance and made to move in with her mother`s great aunt for a time.

Barely six months after losing her parents, her guardian too passed away, too much laudanum had prevented her from waking when she`d turned face down into her pillows while sleeping.

Unmarried and without a profession, she became a not so wealthy owner of a small townhouse near the park. It was then that she remembered the times in her youth when she`d snuck into to spy on the women who were commonly referred to as being "of ill repute". They`d had nice dresses like her own, and hadn`t needed to work in regular shops or be married.

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As time moved around her, she flitted about on the money she`d gleaned from her targets and victims, never staying in one place for more than a year or two. Until she heard rumor of a city populated entirely by the undead.

She found her way to this forbidden area and was making due on the outskirts, venturing between it and a place called Spring Valley until whispers in the night told her of a place called Kostelai Manor.

Much money and many threats later, she found the location of this Manor. With a polite smile and well structured turn of phrase, she moved herself in. It wasn`t like being on her own, but there were those here who were older than she, and from them, she intended to gain knowledge. Knowledge that would make her stronger and more powerful than she was now.

No longer was she the middle class strumpet of her childhood, nor was she a solitary hunter in the night, hiding in alley ways with cats and luring in lusty drunks. Now she was a mistress of the Kostelai Manor, a citizen of the Dead City, and soon to be a queen of the night.


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Christopher,

Though I have only met you, you have left a deep and lasting impression upon me. These few short nights that I have known you have found me plagued with dreams, something I have not experienced since my rebirth. All there is about you draws me back, again and again, seeking the drug of your company.

Your eyes, their soft hue shining out upon the world, give new life to all they fall upon. Their gaze is as much a tangible reality as they themselves, subtly noticeable even without being seen. When you look upon me, your eyes tell all, the sting of distrust, the pain of betrayal, the warmth of happiness, and the depth of love. When we lock eyes all else is lost until by some devious vice your attentions are pulled from me, shattering the calm that slowly I have been lulled into. Knowing you look upon me pulls me in two, torn between feeling as though I have reached a new level of esteem, and feeling as though I am unworthy of such an honor.

The feeling of your touch is static and fire, making me feel as if I have been numb to everything until the moment your fingertips graced my skin. The lightest and briefest of encounters leaves lasting traces upon both my flesh and memory, leaving me trembling inside from the innocent and unfettered bliss. Your gentle embrace leaves me longing to beg that you do so just once more, for just a little longer, that I might remain in the mindless euphoria it brings me to be so near to you, that I might feel your body close to mine.

I would that I had but an hour to study your body; to commit to memory the scent of your skin and hair, the feel of your flesh, the lay of your muscles, even the subtle color variations in your skin from one area to another. I would learn the length of your fingers, your arms, and your legs. Linger over the curve of your lips and eyes, your ears, and shoulders, the sinuous muscles and delicate ribs below warm, soft flesh `neath my fingertips. Collar bones, leading to a taunt neck, melding into a perfectly shaped jawbone above, below, slightly curving hips, the bone line just visible as it dips into a shapely V. Given a night to learn you I could turn out several volumes on any given part of you, from the most obvious shapes to the tiniest veins that can only be felt with the proper amounts of pressure.

Yet I know that even my painstaking details could not convey the exquisite beauty before me. Even if I devoted years to this study I would still I learn more each time I lay my eyes upon you. My very soul tingles with anticipation when you so much as reach for something and I get the tiniest glimpse of flesh below the hem of your shirt, or when you tilt your head to the side and the lines in the side of your neck rise. I feel I must fidget with anything nearby to keep my burning fingers from reaching out to touch those glorious perfections and marring them with the sight of my own flesh. But then, how can I have you understand that you affect me in such a way? My words are but a paltry offering, merely the childish babble of a love-struck fool on his knees before a face more radiant than sun and more untouchable than the moon.

That face so dear, with lips so sweet, taunting with soft pouts and gentle kisses. It glows in the soft light of the moon, whispering my name in hushed tones that send shivers along my spine. The perfect combination of treble and bass, harmonizing to form a voice that the angels of Heaven themselves lean nearer to hear it. Every word so graced as to find its place upon your tongue is happily received by my eager ears, coming to me as if they were music.

I admit, much of this is based upon dream and speculation, but its inreality makes it no less potent. I say these things to you, in hopes that you might accept that I find myself increasingly infatuated with you. I do not expect you to return my affections, but ask only that you do not cast me from your side because of them.

Your devoted friend,
Gaebrien


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[Name] - Gaebrien Alexander

[Mortal Age (appears)]- 23

[Actual Age] - 2370

[Appearance] - Gaebrien looks slightly elvish in nature, and so he should. It is said that the first elves were the descendants of man and angel, mortal but powerful. It is from this race that he comes, along with the slender form and slightly pointed ears of his kind, he has the pale flesh of a worshiper of the moon and the blackened eyes of one who has an understanding with the night.

He stands at 5`6, and weighs far less than his shape implies, a slight 125 pounds. Though slim, delicate, and softly shaped, he is fluid muscle beneath skin the color of honey and moonlight. His dark hair, long enough to reach mid-back, is most often kept, down, but on occasion he will pull it back out of the way of serious business.

His clothing style leans toward the Gothic end of the spectrum. He is most often found wearing black, though dark blues and greens are sometimes thrown in. Laces, buckles, boots, gloves, and trench-coats fit into his fetish most of the time.

On the new moon, he tosses aside his typical wardrobe in favor of a black sarong and silver accented black bracers. On this night his eyes become as pale and luminescent as the moon, and the hidden wing tattoos on his shoulder blades unfurl into true wings, marking him for what he is, though permanently stained by the sins of his ancestors and that of his very existence.

Aside from the silver in his bracers and the clip for his ceremonial sarong, the only thing resembling jewelry that he keeps about him is a rosary made of ebony and onyx.

[Nature] - Gaebrien is a pacifist by nature, preferring to let things take their own course most of the time. However, he can become fierce and protective if he feels the need. Blunt and honest, he can sometimes seem rude, but he tries to show respect to everyone.

[Demeanor] - Like the moon and shadows, Gaebrien is calm and dedicated to the patterns of life. He is a pacifist and deals with obstacles as best he can. Though he is a pacifist, he can and will take up arms, using speed and grace to take on his foes like a fury in the night.

[History] - There were once three factions of angels. Two factions went to war, the Seraphim and the Nephilim. The first stayed in the heavens, having fought on the side of God and the other two were banished to the earth. The Nephilim had fought on the side of Lucifer, and the unnamed faction had refused to take a side.. Once here, they bred with the humans. Their offspring had the beauty and powers of their heavenly parents, but the mortality and limitations of their human parents. This resulted in long lives, slow aging, and almost godlike abilities.

These offspring too were separated into two factions. One group chose to exploit their advantages in life, attempting to become gods among men. The other group chose to distance themselves from everyone.

During the great flood, those who played at godhood, the Nephilim and their descendants, were washed from the earth while those who had made no choice and their young lived on. These became known by many names over time, including Kinder, Kindly Ones, Fay, Faeries, and Elves. Gaebrien is one of these descendants.


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A clear sky full of tiny stars looked down upon a world lit by soft moonlight. Everything was kissed by the silvery light, including the soft ripples on the surface of the lake. All was silent but the insects of the night and the soft lapping of the waters as they parted and returned to press gently against the pale flesh of the vampire in their midst. As he felt the ground slope up to meet him, he stood, the gossamer sheets of moisture cascading down his slender form, clinging in desperate droplets lest they find themselves lost in the blackness yet again, never to grace another form such as this.

First only his face was visible, ebony strands of hair floating like an anti-halo around delicately tipped ears, their gentle curve ending just above a slightly curving jaw, above which lay softly pouted lips. Just above those lips, a straight and almost fragile looking nose who`s bridge melts away seamlessly between twin pools of endless black, their hue only matched in the depths of the deepest shadows, each topped by a slim and slightly arched brow. Moment`s later, a pale neck can be seen, leading down into perfect collarbones, and out to gently rounded shoulders. A few moments more and moonlit beads of water can be seen meandering down long arms and the pale expanse of a torso.

The muscles beneath the skin moved almost as fluidly as the waters of the lake around them as he emerged as far as decency would allow. A solitary drop of water course down his smooth stomach, curling around his navel and traveling between the V-shaped lines of his hip bones to meet the lake below. His face turned up, hands raised palm upward, elbows slightly bent, as he drank in the light of the full moon.

He`d waited a full month for this night, this moment, when he would be born again, the lake a womb, the moon the teat, her light the milk that would nourish him and make him whole again. It was his ritual, his way of atonement for the life he now lived. A soft sigh escaped his lips, a gentle smile upon them as he thanked the earth, the lake, and the moon for his new life.

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