Venture___________________________________________________________Guardian
N A M E : Vasilissa Lioncourt
A G E : 30
G E N D E R : Female
M A T E : I've no need for one currently
F A M I L Y : None that I'm aware of.
A B I L I T I E S : I can trap humans and vampires alike in nightmares and make them believe it is reality.
O F F S P R I N G : One day, when I have the power I require.
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P E R S O N A L I T Y
Focused with a deep sense of devotion to my own cause. I am self serving, and don't much care for what other's desire. I blend into crowds to get information I desire, and can be the life of the party, but this is all a ruse for a more sinister purpose I keep close to my heart. I do not give my loyalty lightly. In fact, most times, I do not give it at all. I play the game well, choosing the winning side that will best suit me, and I shift just as the tides of the game do. I focus whole heartedly on the tasks I dream up, and devote my time and attention to seeing them to fruition. The time I spent honing my ability has made me quite cold, and even insane as some will claim, but I think it adds to my fun. After all, time with your greatest fears will only help you conquer them, will they not? I will be your greatest fear.
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S T R E N G T H S
Devotion to Power, Task oriented, Focused, Strong Mind, Persuasive, Information Gathering, Blending in.
W E A K N E S S E S
Borderline Insane, Tunnel-vision mindset, Large Open Flames, Death, Never gaining the I deserve
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B I O G R A P H Y
Growing up seemed an easy feat to do, aside from the fact that I could not quench my thirst to the fullest. My parents were both vampires, making me a pure-blooded star of our small Clan society. My mother, severe in her reverence of the old ways raised me with a firm hand so that I would know the ways of old society. A woman would not disgrace herself in public. A proper young lady must always be proper, never showing too much skin, or eating like a pig. Dainty forms and strongly held morals and manners were the only way a proper young lady would find a good husband, and that was the goal in life. Find a powerful mate, produce genetically superior and renown offspring, and hold power in the palm of your hands as if it were an infant. Power was good. You needed power to win in society, and be in good standing. I was reminded of this daily, from the time I was an infant in a cradle, on and on through my growth and existence in the world. After all, power was how once excelled in life. I needed to be at the very top, otherwise I would forever be at the bottom. There was no middle. There was only on top, reaching for the sky, or being trample beneath someone else. My mother would not have me on the bottom, and neither would I.
Of course, my mother was not the only one who got a say in my education. My father was a fierce warrior of the Venture clan. He was not going to allow me to be without knowledge of his craft as well. besides, a Lady needed to provide her own protection if she didn't want to rely on someone else. And I did not. I was an independent child and my parents saw that. So, I was trained to be a warrior, just like my father, from the time I was old enough to walk and hold a wooden stave to practice with. His training was just as ruthless as my mother's training on Ladylike qualities were. If i feel down, I was to get back up. If I was struck in practice, there was no time for tears. The few times in the beginning I cried were met with harsh words and the knowledge that no one would stop in battle to cosset me. They'd take advantage of my being down, and use the opportunity to kill me. I would not allow this. My young life was an endless cycle of learning how to protect myself and fight battles, while balancing all the vicious qualities with the proper mannerism of a young lady. It was quite difficult. With two halves of myself raging, it was hard to adapt to bring myself to be a sophisticated young woman in front of company, instead of the wild barbarian I was out on the battle field.
And then, things got even more complicated. It was discovered that I had the gift of trapping people in waking dreams. This applied to human and vampires alike. Of course, humans, having no real resistance to my superior gift, were much more easy to infiltrate and make suffer. It was fun to hear their screams of abject horror. To know that I controlled what they saw, even though it exhausted me. It was worth it. Of course, it was not beneficial for the Clan to have a human practicing on humans, especially not when the little meat bags started pointing fingers at me, because I smiled when I watched my subjects fall and crumple. I was pulled form public school, and tutored privately by my mother, and some other human who I was forbidden to practice my talents upon. When I was not in school with my tutor, or learning lady like manners, or the way of the sword, I was being pushed to refine my ability. M y parents did not care if it caused me to pass out. Once I was roused, I was given something to eat to chase away the dizziness, and then I was forced to start the dream on my victim again. Human slaves were my first practice dummies, but gradually, I was elevated to working on Vampire subjects. These were much harder, but I was pushed relentlessly to gain control and power of my ability. Many say this strain, of constantly working to perfect such an ability was what changed me, but I know the truth. I did not change. I gained power, and learned how to wield it.
My parents sought to use this ability of mine. At fourteen I was taken out, and given the choice of a few humans who were at a park. Of course, this wasn't clan authorized, but how was I to know the difference? My parents had never led me astray before. I picked a boy my own age at the time. As I was instructed, i trapped him in a waking dream, one that made him leave the park behind, thinking he was going towards home. I led him to a secluded place, and then turned his dream to terror. Once he was screaming, I was allowed to taste him. That was the day that I had my first sating moment for my thirst. Of course, the Venture Clan discovered the transgressions of myself and my parents and I was condemned to solitude. I'm not sure what happened to my parents, but punishment was swift and harsh upon them, event though my eyes did not tell me this. My solitude lasted months, with my only comfort being the dreamscapes I could think up in my head, and the knowledge of redemption through my sharper skills once I was feed.
The day I was released, I enlisted as a warrior for the Clan, swearing on oath that I would never hunt without permission again. It was the only saving grace I could find after my time of solitude. I needed to fight. I needed to bring down the clan's enemies to prove that I was no longer a threat myself. this was the only way I could think of proving myself a cleansed soul. I had definitely changed in my time away form interaction with the rest of the clan. I was a superb fighter, and my gift had grown so that the dreams were more deadly, and longer. If I sent snakes, I could effect the mind to make the victim feel the pain, just as if it were real. I could effect the mind to make the body being to shut down if the dream was intense enough, and I did this when my Clan leader ordered me to, without so much as an emotion upon my face. I would serve as my Prince's assassin when he called for me to do such.
My parents died of old age, and when I found this out, I did not mourn. I saw this as an opportunity to make them proud. I excelled through the ranks, my eyes coveting the guardian rank as a home. I would need to reach it to fulfill my needs. My Prince had my loyalty. He lifted his arm to kill someone, and I was a sword, slicing down people as he ordered. I existed to be used as he saw fit, but I was still not a guardian. I gave him everything. Anything he asked of me. Body, soul, mind, gift, fighting skills. All were laid bare for his disposal. And at this, I finally obtained guardian position. I was thrilled. I was one step closer to being the Prince's hand. Now, there was no opposition to my uses. No person to hide behind, or wait in line behind to be called upon. I was his servant, catering to his command as he saw fit. I was happy to serve him, to give him my loyalty. Yet, it seemed as though fate had other plans. Our prince was removed from us. Taken away prematurely form his rightful place. This would not do for me.
A new Princess was placed in his stead, the next inheritance. She took over command for the Clan. I was not for this princess, and I was still mourning the loss of my beloved Prince. I decide that day, that if I could no longer be the weapon of the man I had given my loyalty to, I would work my way to the top. I would become princess, and see myself as my own weapon. After all, as my mother told me, there is no middle. There is only the top and the bottom, and this Princess was stepping all over me in her rule. Her blatant keeping of a pet human in the Clan was a disgrace. The fact that it was her half sister that she sold out to the animal junkie Deloures clan was an even bigger dishonor. If the Princess has really wanted to get rid of her sister, the human child should have been given to the clan as a feast. This Princess will not last long, not if I have any say in it. But until then, I will bide my time in secrecy, obeying the commands she give me that I do not deem unworthy of my time. After all, I will do what I wish anyways. She would be stupid to strip me of my rank with my abilities. And so I will be the dragon that lies in wait for her slip up. When the time comes, I will snap and rise to my proper place as the Clan's Princess.
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R I D E [T R A N S P O R T A T I O N] : Magdelena, otherwise I have two feet, and can.. reluctantly hail a cab.
L I K E S : Male Teen Bodies for consumption, Tea, Black Coffee, Watching others squirm and writhe in pain or fear, Horses, Large Cats (panthers, lions, cougars)
D I S L I K E S : Princess Emilie, Haughty Vampires, Improper Young Women, Disrespect, The slaughter of young children.
O T H E R : I love horses. Mechanical cars perturb me.
STELLALUNA SKYWIND
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