Amaria von Dair

[jinxx]

Amaria von Dair;;
is now entering it's all in yer mind

About You;;
behind the RPer

Name: Jïnxx.
Age: 17.
Years of Rping: around 2 I believe
Contact: pm, email.

ID Tag;;

Alias: n/a.
Name: amaria von dair.
Gender: female.
Orientation: straight.
Real Age: 90.
Physical Age: 19.
Species: were-tiger [white]
Sire: her uncle, claus von dair.
Religious Affiliation: none.
Wealth: disassociated herself from wealthy relatives; lives day to day.
Job: works odd jobs wherever she happens to be.

Dear Diary;;

Specialties:
1. Becoming just another face on the street; blending in
2. Taking on any role she needs to survive; acting
3. Escaping situations with her quickness; speed

Summary:
Amaria can be described in one word - elusive. She pretends to be hardcore, but when faced with agression she isn't one to throw a punch. She has been known to antagonize if backed into a corner to throw her enemy off guard when she runs. Unless something important is at stake, she will almost always attempt to outsmart her opponent and flee before facing combat. Although her were-powers are precious to her, a part of her hates them due to the circumstances which granted them to her and she will do anything necessary to avoid having to use them. Thus she has become a master of fading into the darkness to elude conflict.

Weakness:
1. Seeing happy families together
2. Nightmares of her own family
2. Uncontrolable urges never to stay in one place too long
3. Paranoia
4. Inability to put her life in someone else's hands

Summary:
Amaria has lived on the run for the greater part of her existence. The life she's been forced to live has made her overly edgy and slow to trust. She has been known to leave her meals half-finished if she believes someone may be watching her, whether or not she sees them. Her greatest fear is her uncle, who attempted to molest her and has made several attempts to reattain her for no purpose other than to bandage his damaged pride. Even though she's been told he is dead, she often has paranoid delusions of him following her. Most nights she goes on walks and she sleeps very little because of the nightmares that never fail to plague her. Her sleeplessness does little more than increase her paranoia.

Human Appearance;;

Hair: long, brunette.
Eyes: hazel.
Height: 5'4
Marks: tattoo on her lower back of a dragon.
Race: german, caucasian.
Skin Tone: pale.
Body Type: slim-athletic.
Clothing Style: whatever she can find, although she usually wears worn-out jeans and her favorite leather jacket.
Footwear: boots, usually high-heeled.

Summary:
As part of her sworn oath against everything she was taught, Amaria openly ignores fashion trends. In fact, she tends to look as if she just woke up. Her hair is long and usually tousled, and she's rarely seen without the leather jacket she's had ever since she can remember. She prefers biker-chic to elegant dinnerwear, but she knows how to blend in. In any situation, she can transform her appearance to suit any role. Should she ever need to become the stuffed-shirt aristocrat she used to be, she could play the part at the drop of a hat.

Tiger Appearance;;

Eye Color: blue.
Fur Color: white with café au lait stripes.
Fur Length: short.
Fur Texture: velvet-soft.
Size: small.
Marks: swirling black marks by her tail that resemble amaria's dragon tattoo.

Personality;;

Likes:
1. Walking
2. Being alone
3. Indie rock music
4. Dancing in her PJs
5. Sitting on rooftops
6. White roses
7. Snickers

Dislikes:
1. Crowds
2. Children - especially loud ones
3. Women who fawn over men
4. Ghosts...or rather the apparitions that haunt her dreams
5. Killing needlessly

Flaws:
1. Considers herself a coward
2. Can't trust her own feelings
3. Is a little childish
4. Doesn't play well with others

Summary:
Amaria is the exact opposite of everything she despises - the settled, underhanded leeches of the aristocracy. She is always straightforward, sometimes too much so, and doesn't grow attached to anyone. She loves being completely alone in a place where no one can find her because it's the only time when her mind stops running through ways she could be captured. Although she can use crowds to hide herself, she dislikes them because others could hide among the people also and she would never know. Although she runs from conflict, she considers herself cowardly and wishes she would stand and fight. But doesn't because it always brings back the memory of being powerless while fighting her uncle to keep him from touching her. Because of her past, she will never have the chance to have a real family and she fears she will never escape her life on the run.

Background Check;;

Family Members: one uncle, three female cousins.
Birth Place: germany.
Childhood: she has many childhood memories, most of them consisting of etiquette lessons and angry adults.
Transformation: her uncle attacked her.
Prey: Usually small animals such as rabbits or sometimes deer.
Moon Tidings: she can only transform during the full moon, but feels some affects of the transformation on occasion.
Other Transformation: her uncle scratched her violently when she was transformed, but she assumes a bite would have the same affect.
History:
Born December sixth, 1919 in Munich, Germany, Amaria von Dair was once the daughter of a very powerful, very prestigious family of aristocrats. She was the star child of the family, a protigy who excelled in everything she tried. At thirteen months, she could speak some words clearly, and by the time she was two she could read most children's books. Unfortunately, her abilities drew the eye of her uncle Claus, the most powerful man in the von Dair aristocracy. He urged her parents to use her to her full ability, to give her a gift he had recieved, but Amaria's parents thought the gift to be a curse and forbade him from coming near their home again.

However, that would not stop Claus from taking Amaria, who he wished to train as the perfect heiress. In the year 1922, when Amaria was only three years old, her parents disappeared. There was talk of murder, of a conspiracy within the von Dair family, but nothing could be proven and Amaria was taken to live with her uncle and three cousins, all orphans of fate, same as she. Over the years Amaria asked Claus several times why her parents were taken, but all her uncle would say was that her parents had shirked their responsibilities and had gotten their just rewards.

Life became unbearable for Amaria, who was forced into etiquette lessons and rarely smelled the outdoors. Then one night, during the full moon when she was always locked in her room, she could take no more of it. She escaped her room and went out into the vast gardens of the estate. She stared in awe at the roundness of the first full moon she'd ever seen and played in the courtyard fountain under its brilliance.

That was when she first saw the creature - the massive animal that stared at her with menacing black eyes. She screamed and ran, becoming panicked, and found she was completely lost. She ran deeper into the manicured gardens until her nanny found her and dragged her back to the estate, scolding her and ignoring her stories of the animal.

She would be twelve years old before any of the answers she sought would begin to form. In the year 1932, Amaria strode into the front hall to find her nanny slaughtered, a grisly pool of red velvet forming a puddle under her carved body. She was speachless, unable to move, not noticing her uncle standing in the dark corner until he spoke, saying the nanny had abandoned her responsibilities, just as Amaria's parents had.

Amaria lived with Claus, knowing he was a murderer, fearing his dark secrets, for another six long years. Then, nearly a month after her nineteenth birthday, he told her everything. About his own past, and the gift he'd been given - the gift of transformation. He told her about her family and her cousins, who he'd turned and was teaching to hunt. He told her all of this because it was her turn, and she would serve him as faithfully as her cousins if she knew what was good for her.

That night, he attempted to force himself on his young heiress, his mind completely gone with power. But he never anticipated that she would fight back. Amaria gave her all, until Claus lost his temper completely and transformed in front of her. She escaped with her life, barely managing to get out of the house and into the gardens before he could catch her, but she had already been sliced open by his massive claws.

Amaria's spent her next years focussing on her fear and hatred. Knowing her uncle supported Hitler in the second World War, she dressed as a boy and joined the British army. But by the time the war had ended she was nearly mad. She was alone, penniless, and nearly dead with hunger when the bounty hunter found her and brought her back to her family.

It all seemed like a breath of fresh air. After living homeless and nearly starved, the estate was like heaven, and Amaria's cousins led her to believe that the war had changed Claus and he truly wanted her to be home and happy again. But she would soon come to find that it was all another trick and her cousins could no longer be trusted. In her second battle to escape Claus's clutches, she took off his right ear and lost what little innocence she'd still kept.

She then traveled to America, and in 1968 she met a young vampire by the name of Noah. He was civilized and wealth-bred - everything she hated - yet no matter how hard she tried to lose him he always managed to pop in and out of her life at odd turns, always pretending their meeting was coincidence. He became her companion and eventually her lover. But that was before things once again took a turn for the worst.

Five years after she met Noah, Amaria was attacked by his close friend, who believed her to be a hinderance to Noah. Arriving nearly too late, Noah killed the vampire and nursed Amaria from near death. To her pride, his help was unacceptable, and she told him she never wanted to see him again, and this time she was serious. He grudgingly agreed and they went their separate ways.

Since then Amaria hasn't seen Noah again, and has only seen her relatives once more, when one of her cousins came to inform her of her uncle's supposed death, leaving her the fortune. Sensing a trap, Amaria ignored the invitation and gave up her wealth permanently. She still waits to see if her uncle will return, not daring to hope her cousin was telling the truth.

Code Word:
Do the mashed potatoe, do the twiste.

Mad Skills;;

The night air was still, the creatures sensing danger as the predator walked in their midst. High above, the moon was a giant, shining sphere of light, the mist hovering around it and making it glow eerily.

The ivory tiger strode leisurely along the worn path, her magnifiscent head bent, her shoulders rocking lazily with each step. She no longer felt the need to hunt, her hunger sated for the moment. Instead she simply inhaled the air and enjoyed the scent, knowing her time was drawing to an end. Soon the moon would descend and the real world would come forth, a world of running from the past and fearing the future, but for the moment all was still.

She could feel it coming over her as the moon sank lower in the sky, and the tigress slowly stretched out on the ground. She lifted her head and watched as light suddenly blossomed on the horizon. Instantly, her muscles flexed, went rigid, and a violent spasm ran through her body. The tigress lifted her head and cried out, a pained sound, as her body contorted and shifted, the moon leaving a powerless creature behind in its wake.

She shivered against the last wave of pain. Dazed, nude, and blinded by the sun, Amaria simply lay there for a moment. Then her hands curled into fists around the dew-damp leaves and her face contorted into an expression of pure rage, hatred for the man who'd done this to her blurring her senses.

She almost hoped the bastard was alive. She didn't want him to be sleeping eternally in a comfortable coffin somewhere. No, she wanted to smell his fear, to see the knowing in his eyes that he had brought this on himself when she tore his throat out with her teeth....

[Urjasz Volkova]

Interesting bio, accepted