Gender: Female v^v Height: 5' 6" v^v Weight: 135 lbs v^v Sexuality: Heterosexual v^v Hair: Grey v^v Eyes: Scarlet
+++++Vesper, when alive, was the acknowledged b*****d child of a noble elven male and one of the castle staff. Raised within the capital by her father, she was allowed to visit with her mother when he had business at the castle. Alessa was a generous soul, and like it or not, Vesper had inherited that, sharing or altering her behaviors, regardless of her personal desires. Her education was typical for a noble's brat, history, music, math, but nothing was ever truly expected of her, what with being ill born. She grew up lazy and, for the most part, self-indulgent, her magics only facilitating this. She would port herself where she wanted to be, or conjure the items she wanted to have. Perfecting her abilities, and her skill on the violin, the only exercises she would willingly engage in.
+++++She is very polite, but the constant verbal reminders of her mixed blood from her half siblings have made her extremely passive aggressive in her choice of words, often giving insults in the form of compliments, causing her target to start to thank her before they realize what she actually said. Outright lying though her teeth when asked if she knew where someone or somethings was, to watch amused as the person searched in vain. The barbs and sympathy manipulations are rather easy to notice, if not outright blatant, as she lacks the wit to really hide them in her verbiage, her only saving grace in that aspect is that the structure and tone itself is perfectly polite.
+++++A behavior that was both acceptable and encouraged by her father, as he believed it would serve her well when dealing with other nobles. Tanithar would often force his children to accompany him to the Lord's discussions, wishing them to be prepared for and knowledgeable of elven politics. As it required so little effort to sit and observe, Vesper would always go voluntarily, perhaps not the best of environments for a child as it instilled a very business-like attitude in the young girl. The callous way lives of the people were seemingly treated by the Lords that could send them to their deaths dulled Vesper's sense of sentimentality. Though, one trait her father and mother both shared, that was deeply ingrained in Vesper was the love of their country.
+++++She grew to become a sort of personal assistant for her father. Teleporting him as needed and conjuring any important documents he may have forgotten. During important meetings she would play and observe, or be free to visit among the daughters and sons of the dignitaries they were visiting. Vesper would socialize, but her aloof attitude and mixed pedigree didn't garner many close friends. Her abilities did; however, grant her many acquaintances, and fair-weather friends. It was on one such visit that she caught the attentions of the young man that would be the death of her. Lured in and enthralled, the vampire Mersk used her magic, blood, and body as he saw fit. Her memory of the time with him is blurry at best, but with distinct impressions of pain and fear. Eventually he tired of her mortal state, and ended it.
+++++Waking clear headed for the first time in what felt like years, she gave a dismissive glance to the smiling vampire. His expression hardly had time to falter before she was gone, but with no clear memories of where she was, her first instinct took her home. It wasn't till she arrived at her favorite napping spot in her family's garden, exhausted by the unexpected distance, that the blood lust took hold. Death followed in her wake for the years it took her to learn control. With control came the discovery of preferences in taste. The willing were so much more delicious, but whether that was from the actual flavor, or a result of her experience of not having a choice, she had no idea.
+++++Occasionally Mersk would find her, her threats of ending him would be met with humor, as her creator he had power over her. It made it all the sweeter when she let a mob of angry villagers to his resting place early one morning. He woke, his coffin engulfed in flames, and turned wild eyes on her. She smiled and informed him he had visitors before vanishing, she has not seen him since. For decades she hunted Maizen, though hunt may be to strong a word. Rarely did she kill, preferring to feed from the willing, but when she did it was both brutal and cruel. Enemies of Maizen caught by her would be maimed, run ragged, and scared near to death before she ever physically touched them, at which point she would bleed every drop of blood remaining in their veins.
+++++After nearly five decades of unlife, she learned of her father's death and returned to the capital, to pay her respects at his funeral. Vesper never being one to fully think out a situation, failed to comprehend just how many people would be attending Lord Tanithar's service. Nobles and their personal attendants were everywhere, but it was the magically inclined guards of the Royal couple that spotted her for what she was. Anti-teleportation wards, set to prevent attempts on the king and queen's lives also prevented her escape. Vesper begged for her life, and after no small amount of mage assisted interrogation, was allowed to continue to exist, but not without stipulations. Much of her ability was sealed, and a blood pact was forged, a contract between herself and their Majesties, that dictated the terms by which she would live. Fair in her opinion, her service for her life, she became the royal family's private teleportation mage.
+++++Over the course of the ensuing years, a prince would be born. Attracted by the scent of blood, the vampire entered the queen's chambers during the confusion of childbirth. A sight she had never seen, the undead was intrigued by the spectacle of new life being brought into the world. Her fascination continued as the baby grew into a child. Even though they knew she could not harm the young prince, the King and Queen were highly concerned over her attentions. Enacting the seal, they caged her inside a large bloodstone crystal, in a sort of waking sleep, in the center of her transportation circle. Wetting the stone periodically with blood in accordance with the contract. As years progressed to decades and the decades to more than a century, the visits came less and less often, till they stopped altogether. Leaving Vesper alone in the dark, trapped in a half conscious dream, remembered only as a last resort escape method or siege defense.
+++++In that chamber beneath the xxxxxxx the vampire would stay, till fortune, or more correctly, prudent planning, would let her move for the first time in one hundred and thirteen years. The high priest of Fang, in his endless research, had found reference to the Maizen royalties' pet monster, and her prison. Not wanting the King and Queen to escape the death he had planned for them, Reginald had the Knight Vivian Cidthrope use her magics to send the Bloodgem, and it's occupant to Mt. Reine, far from the range of the elves to call her to waking or carry them to safety. Their deaths came swiftly, and with the stilling of their hearts came the quickening of Vesper's. Within the crystal she has grown restless, her mind slowly floating up through the dreamlike fog she was once imprisoned within. With the Pact broken, it is only a matter of time before she wakes, and the hunger of a century is unleashed.
Likes:
Blood, Elves, Good Business Practices, Small Children, Instrumental Music, Maizen, Clever Lies
Dislikes:
Oathbreakers, Rudeness, Work, Large Words, Mersk, Being caught in a Lie, Pastels
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