Name: Countess Martessa DeWynter
Age: 1012 (Appears to be in early 20's)
Height: 5 foot 5 inches
Weight: 110
Hair color: Raven Black
Eye color: Depends on if I am aroused or under a blood lust, in which case my eyes are Blood Red. Otherwise, they appear silver.
History:
Everyone has a beginning or start, yet I was not born a vampire. Nor do I think its possible for such a thing to come to pass either. True Bloods are fictatious element created by weak minded mortals with very little to with there time. There is only the Vampire, and as any vampire there linage can be traced back to Vlad that Impaler, or more to date, Count Dracula. I was very young when I met my master. It was of course at night, but the bad thing was it was during the winter time, and the weather was especially harsh that year. Our end was coming quickly upon us, my family and I. I being the stubborn of the lot, was holding on longer.
The door at that point had came off of its hinges, and there standing in the doorway he stood, my one time master. He had looked as though he had been in battle. His clothing once fine, noting him as an aristrocrat looked torn and rend. Black liquid further disheveled his attire, but what trully got my attention was his eyes. They were piercing blue, and his face was extremely handsome. His raven black hair swept back, and long.
For some reason I knew he was weak, but then that was the kind of daze I was in. He soon came forward and acted as a thief looking at the rest of my family. His language was unknown to me, but by the mannerisms I could tell he was cursing as they were dead. He soon found me, and a smile came across his face. He was not gentle, in one quick action, my shirt was torn wide open. There was no chance or time for modesty dispite I was fully exposed to his gaze. Still he took a moment, and looked at me, he ran his hand across my cheek.
"Your beautiful," he said in english.
I could not respond, and he could see that what life was still in me was fading away, and at that moment, he took me. I felt the tingle as his teeth bit in deep into me. It felt incredible, and my weakened hand somehow found the strength to grasp his head, to hold it there. I wanted him to drain me, to take all of me into him, the sensations were so erotic that even in this cold induced stupor, I still felt it. Though without warning he stopped, and I fell back.
I could feel my heart stopping, and the darkness edging in from sides of my vision. I was dying for certain now, and I watched as my master got up to leave. He had his fill, and looked even more handsome than before. To my surprise though he stopped and looked upon me again. In that instant he came back to me, and much to my surprise brought his wrist up to his mouth, and bit it. Blood began to ooze, and he pressed it against my lips.
"Your too beautiful to perish. Become immortal and be mine."
I couldn't resist, and drank what he offered me. That was the night I died.
I found out his name was Count DeWynter, but I called him my love. From that point I was cherished like a fine piece of art, and the rewards was great as he presented me with riches, gifts, and of himself. This lasted for a short time though, short for even human standards. For one night he left, and in that night was destroyed. Still to this day I do not know what happened, but that link that one has between slave and master was gone. For that I am sure. From there I survived, and used what he had taught me, and have become the vampire I am today.
Structure (Built, slim, between): Appears to be the perfect example of a human, her body is proportioned perfectly, and muscle tone is equally matched. Her skin and eyes are the only two things that mark her as being inhuman. Her skin pallor is pale white, and her eyes are blood red.
Abilities: I am a Patriarch Vampire, and that in itself should instill fear into you, for you know that the dark power run rampant within my body. I of course hold those same powers you puny mortals know of. I being the Undead Immortal of course have the ability to shapechange into wolves, bats, rats, and what not. I can even become a fine mist or fog. My touch may be cold, but with it, I have the ability to climb walls with ease, like the spider. My strength of course is above par to that of 20 or so strong men, and my speed well, don't blink. The night and darkness is my home, and no matter how dark it gets, I guarentee that you will be seen, for my eyes are like the wolves, but, I can also see heat. With either my eyes, or the sweet tones of my voice I can charm anyone, it matters not if its man or woman, for my tastes for them are equal. Yet beyond my mere immortal body, I have powers that can effect even more. For I have the power to effect the weather to create storms or incredible fogs. Due to the passage of time, as I am immortal, I have learned many things. My intelligence is great, but from that comes a understanding of the dark arts, and as such the ability to casts necromancy spells. My greatest gift, and that same gift should give you cause for concern is the fact that I can withstand sunlight.
Personality: Calm, very intelligent, and incredible charm. These are the personality she displays, but inside she is calculative, manipulative, and a cold hearted killer.
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