Elena Von Tewdwr Olmstead

[lullaby]

Elena Von Tewdwr Olmstead;;
is now entering it's all in yer mind

About You;;
behind the RPer

Name: Lullaby
Age: Older than 13
Years of Rping: 5 Years +
Contact: PM

ID Tag;;

Alias: Elena was once known by Princess Isolde, now she is more commonly known as Her Majesty, when people speak of Her Majesty, they are not referring to the Queen of England!
Name: Elena Von Tewdwr Olmstead known as Elena Olmstead
Gender: Female
Orientation: Straight
Real Age: 598
Physical Age: 25
Species: Vampire
Sire: N/A
Religious Affiliation: None
Wealth: 6 + Trillion €
Job: Elena dabbles in the art of supply and demand. She is the Queen of commerce. Chances are if you've shipped or purchased something, you have ran across her rather large fleet of diverse companies.
Rules: England and Vice City

Dear Diary;;

Specialties:
1. Telepath
2. Pheromone control
3. Hypnotic Control
4. An Angelic Voice
5. Defying Gravity
6. Super Speed
7. Super Hearing
8. Super Smell
9. Super Sight
10. Regeneration
11. Mind Blocking
12. Mood Reading
13. Terrakinesis

Summary:
Not formally knowing the name for such a power she has called it simply telepath. She has the power to communicate mind to mind with vampires. All she has to do is picture their likeness and their name. They must be on the same continent as her however. Any human she has bitten, she automatically can communicate with them through her mind, though they can not speak back to her.

This next power she knows its name, having thought to give it one. She calls is simply pheromone control. To mere mortals and vampires and werewolves with weaker minds, even werewolves with stronger minds she can change her image by messing around with the inner function of the persons mind. She can make herself seem more or less attractive if she so chooses.

She has advanced hypnotic control since she uses this often mixed with telepathy. She enables humans to do her will simply by thinking it in her luxurious voice. She can make them do whatever she pleases with this power and plenty of times takes advantage of it. She will have complete power over someone with a weak mind! She has found out over the centuries that she has more power over someone if she has bitten them before.

Her voice is the sound of an angel. This helps her use both telepathy and hypnotic control to their fullest possible potential. People usually live on the fact that something good is beautiful and something evil is hideous. This is not true and over the centuries she has learned that good is ugly and evil is beautiful. She was once thought of as a siren through the seventeenth century. As a game she played as a child she sung with the mountains echoing her voice crashing many a ships and having many men and women loose their lives.

Newton once said that “what goes up must come down”, if only he could see Sierra now. As a vampire she has taken things to a new level completely defying Newton’s law if only for a few hours at a time. She has the ability to walk sideways on trees, straight up on ceilings, walk on water and many many more things. She still hasn’t outgrown her childish nature and many a times during night mass on holy days you can see a young woman dressed in white walking in the light mooned sky atop of water.

With her many powers she has quite a few more. Though these are common in all vampires no matter the age. She has super human speed one moment while you are looking at her she can be there and the next behind you slitting your throat with a knife. She uses her speed to her advantage but only if she must. She likes to portray a human.

Along with super human speed she also has vampiric hearing, smell and sight. These are what she commonly uses. The hearing is very helpful but like all vampires she can’t hear something one hundred miles away, fifty miles away but she can hear like a fly almost. She can hear anything and everything in her approximate proximity; anything from a human heartbeat to the sound of a faucet dripping. Like all vampires she has an exceptional sense of smell. She can smell anything from the metallically salty skin of a human to drops of blood. Like an owl she can see exceptionally well into the dark since they both have something in common—they both hunt at nightfall.

She can heal small wounds with the drinking of blood. Though to be honest she doesn’t know if she can heal larger wounds with the same method. She has never been harmed in such a way; she has always been the one harming. One would conclude that she can, though she isn’t one hundred percent sure.

She is able to close her mind off to intruders and pests. It is a very useful thing so that your enemies have no idea what you are planning. She has thus bonded with the earth and uses a mental image of earth to shield her mind behind from unwary people. You can feel when someone is trying to penetrate your mind and thus in itself is an insult. It feels like a meager scratch, scratching at dirt itself.

Another ability she possesses is that which has come with age. Those who wait find something seeking them. She has the ability to read peoples moods, their expressions from what shows on their face and their own body language. You pick these things up over time. She uses this when making negotiations and barters with vampires that have been known to possess mind reading abilities.

However she is known for something of unimaginable power. The mention of the word brings people to fear: Terrakinesis. It is the art of controlling the earth. The approximate date when she learned this technique is unknown but what is known is that she uses it and uses it well. In court if someone has displeased her it is witnessed that dirt rises into the air, wraps around the victim like a constrictor snake and suffocates them to death. Everyone knows that that is one of her more ‘pleasant’ ways to death. Many on the other end of her stick as for that death. She can be very creative with her powers.
Weakness:
1. Lust
2. Gluttony
3. Greed
4. Sloth
5. Wrath
6. Envy
7. Pride
8. Pictures
9. Mind Reading

Summary:
Elena beholds several weaknesses, some are normal vampiric weaknesses and others are not. But up and behold Elena has never let someone see weakness in her before! She always upholds and endures a strict image.

She suffers from all seven of the seven deadly sins: Lust, Gluttony, Greed, Sloth, Wrath, Envy and Pride. Those seven sins have existed thoughtout time and though they have varied in meanings through the ages they are still the most seven sinful things in religion. It is just as fitting that one not religious in any way partakes in them and thus calls them her own weaknesses.

Lust: She is not one to hide what she wants. If she sees someone then she takes them. She couldn’t care less if they had a life, a family, a job, or someone. To this day she has never lusted for women, nor has cared to. The men she lust for are powerful in some way, they think that they control their own futures and all use their powers. They are all very attractive and even themselves are guilty of several sins. But when done with them she disposes of them, for she could never let someone else have them.

Gluttony: Most vampires are constricted with what they would believe to be human morals, she is not. They hunt from drunks, druggies, prostitutes and others of a disgusting nature—the rejects of society. Society tries not to admit their existence and turns a cheek. So does Elena. Third class blood? She’d rather starve then drink the filthy diseased ridden blood of some drunk. No, only the best and purest blood for her. Her servants know her better than to bring her some filthy diseased blood. Because when you drink diseased filled blood, you smell like disease.

Greed: Her greed may just as well be about the worse! She will tear apart an innocent family if it’ll put more gold into her coin purse. She runs a large commerce empire since she knows the definition of supply and demand. On the sly she runs a bank lending out money. It’s like lending money to the devil; you know that there is a high fee and if you don’t pay it back with extra you die. The devil can’t steal your soul unless you agree but she can. The devil must work for someone; he has his own rules and regulation. But atop of her, she is God, she is the Devil, she is the grim reaper, she is her own woman!

Sloth: Originally when she was younger Sloth was the sin of sadness. If Sloth was still by definition the sin of sadness today in this new day and age then she wouldn’t be guilty of it. For she is anything but sad. Alas, Sloth is now a failure to love ‘God’. She doesn’t believe in ‘God’, there is no higher power except herself.

Wrath: She herself suffers from her own wrath. As a vampire ruling the country of England and town Vice City, she must make herself feared. She can not show mercy, because if she does then someone will try to overtake her. Though even if she wanted to show mercy she couldn’t. Mercy doesn’t exist in herself, and she has never cared nor does she ever plan to care. If someone angers or fails her then they are punished. She is known for her harsh punishments, they are new and exciting methods of torture.

Envy: Every once in a while there comes along someone who may be a bit prettier than her, have hair more dashing, bosoms more plentiful. She has managed to take care of those women in secret. Though if she chooses to turn them, then she scars them in some way. Some way that no one will ever dare say that their looks surpass their own great Mistress.

Pride: Anyone who knows about Elena, Mistress of England and Vice City, or anyone that is about to know her knows not to even try to be rude, sarcastic or anything because she will have no qualms about terminating them. Her pride is great, she must be number one. She will not let anyone stand in her way or talk about her in such an ungrateful tone!

Oh how much she has longed to be in a picture. She appears completely reflectionless to water, cameras, anything that she can see herself in. Oh how she has longed to gaze upon her beauty in a mirror. She has been constantly tortured by paintings by some of the world’s most diligent artists. She hands up all of her portraits on her castle walls, a few even hang in museums. One is currently hanging in the Louvre Museum; she plots to one day steal it back, though she can prove no connection to it other than her likeness, impossible to explain.

She has never been very good with reading a persons mind. She has her mind set up in a mental state telling herself that anyone she could read minds are very droll and thus not worth reading. She has never tried very hard to read someone’s mind but that doesn’t worry her for she doesn’t care what anyones simple mind could contain. However no one has been able to figure out that she couldn’t read minds.

Appearance;;

Hair: Blonde
Eyes: Blue, Red ,Brown and White
Height: 6 Feet
Marks: None
Race: Romanian
Skin Tone: Pale
Body Type: Plump
Clothing Style: Gothic Dresses with corsets and boots.
Footwear: Gothic boots with ribbons or strings, custom designer wear.

Summary:
Elena has lovely golden hair from which she inherited from her mother and father. It is as soft as pure satin itself. Her hair falls down to her back and stops where her thighs meet. The satin blonde hair is styled in a half bun fashion and then spread across either side of her neck. Atop her head is a silver crown embedded with diamonds and other blood jewels; though she is not Queen of England, she is Queen of the Vampiric Nightworld. She wears the silver which would burn an ordinary vampire and herself on her skin to show that she is not afraid of pain and that she would welcome it.
Her eyes are a unique shade of sea blue, though they have been known to change red when extremely mad and occasionally brown when using her Terrakinesis powers. It is said that to look into someone’s eyes is to gaze into their soul. Perhaps the same quote is true except instead of soul a person is gazing into someone’s abilities and strengths though it be far from possible to guess what power said person processes from the color of their eyes.

Elena has high cheekbones and a sharp oval face. If you were to try and describe her from scars, tattoos or piercings you would fail miserably. Elena has nothing from which to imprint upon her perfect body. She is formally of Romanian descent and looks so. Especially when standing around six feet tall, giving an impression of great importance. Even if someone is taller than she, Elena still looks straight ahead, making them look down to view her. It is all about power and the way you present yourself.

Like all of the woman during her time period, Elena is of a bulky body, which was the fashion in her time. Not too long ago she was considered one of the world’s most beautiful women. She is not mad that the new ages are for skinny women, no, she bides her time till the fashion shall change again. Still she would not trade her image for the world. She lived and thrived back in the days when men were true gentlemen and a woman with large thighs was given the keys to the kingdom.

Elena prefers to be set in her old ways like all old vampires. Dresses, corsets and more dresses is her attire of choice. Her favorite color is that of a light midnight blue and most of her clothing are of the darkened blue color. Unlike all wealthy vampires, Elena hires the most creative and unique designer to make her these extravagant ‘costumes’. She could hire someone extremely wealthy to build her clothes, but as all vampires know, it is about experience and only experience matters. You can not hire someone famous in 2008 fashionwear to make you designs from your favorite time period, the seventeenth century! The twenty-first century is all about low, low skirts and v necked shirts.

To match the beautiful dresses Elena has customized she wears gothic boots, which make her even taller than her assumed six feet in height. Black or brown boots whether ankle or knee high were always fashionable in her time; though her time period never had ‘gym shoes’. Elena doesn’t have her boots custom made because of the nature of her personality. By the time a pair of boots would be customized, she would be bored of the style. So hence Elena shops at designer shoe stores and wears what other wealthy woman wear on their feet so that she can get a style when she wants it instead of receiving it weeks later, bored of it.

As all women have in common from any century to any time period they all need or want accessories. Elena receives all of her jewels quite illegally though she does put on a show shopping at designer jewelry shops whenever someone gets fishy. Elena receives the best deals, but more importantly, the best quality of stone shopping for blood diamonds, sapphires, pearls, rubies, emeralds, etc. Jewels that many a men, women and children have lost their lives for. Diamonds that come straight from the mines of Africa among other third world countries are the largest and more pure source. From such a pure untouched source you can design it into whatever style you wish. Elena has a fleet of custom jewelers who make quite a pretty penny transforming her raw stones into beautiful styles of unbelievable handcrafted work. Many of her jewelry has been posted on Forbes, where she finally had to have her personal secretary give Forbes a call because of the many people quite hopeful and optimistic on buying her sets as exquisite as they are.

Elena, despite her sixteenth and seventeenth century attire is probably the world’s most beautiful woman alive. Like a true geisha, she can make a man, any man, woman too, give her that special second glance. She hypnotizes without meaning to afterall she is a pureblood vampire. If you happen to lay your eyes on her, it would probably be the unluckiest thing for a mere mortal. The mere mortal would spend the rest of his days, fortune and life trying to seek out the beautiful lass again. Many men and woman over the decade lost their lives and their eyes from here mere supernatural beauty.

Personality;;

Likes:
1. Power
2. Respect
3. Money
4. Sex
5. Competition
6. Art
7. War & Battles
8. Violence
9. Servants
10. Fresh Grade A Blood
11. Dead
12. Singing
13. Games

Dislikes:
1. Enemies
2. No Loyalties
3. Weaklings
4. Beggers
5. Religion
6. The Queen of England
7. Thieves
8. Artists
9. Mercenaries
10. Turned Vampires
11. Dead
12. Politics
13. And More

Flaws:
1. Too Much Power
2. Never Hearing "No"
3. Vindictive
4. Ruthless
5. Childish
6. Distand & Afar
7. Love of Mayham & Murder

Summary:
One would think that with her personality her mind never grew into that of an adult mind. She has a few different personalities, all depending on her moods. She is never friendly, nor close but distant and afar. The people she has surrounded herself with: servants, human servants are not worthy of her sharing their ear.

In some aspects she can be very childish. She likes to amuse herself, and as a vampire there are no better ways than with death, murder and mayhem. Every once in a while she plays the games she did as a child. She would sing to the ocean, letting her voice carry with the earth and let the ships crash. She is very pleased that she was once called a Siren. Another game she used to play as a child was to dress up in all white and walk on water underneath a half moon when church mass was letting out. She attracted quite a crowd.

She likes respect and power. She can be very vindictive and ruthless. Let us not forget ruthless. If you spite her somehow you will feel her wrath. She is very clever with punishments. One of her most well known methods of punishment, her signature and the one the condemned usually asks for by name is suffocation. She takes the earth, constricts it around the body and suffocates the person to death. It is ever so frightening to watch it take place. But nothing can describe her other methods, they are unspeakable. So many have tried but words were not invented to speak of such things.

In other aspects of her life she can be very mature. She can plan battles, win wars using her own strategies. She has a cold emotionless battle face. When she needs to be serious she can, but her serious side is far far worse than her childish side. For the childish side does things to amuse herself, and wreaks most of her havoc on humans or someone who has displeased her. The mature side knows that she must prove herself, to make a stand to keep her territory of England. Her Mature side is far more likely to torture you senseless and make you scream you were dead than the other side.

It is far too complicated to take a gander at her personality. Though she had not aged since she turned twenty-five, many moons ago other aspects about herself changed. Some years ago she put people down mercifully, other centuries she did it mercilessly.

She is all together a smart person having successfully overtaken England as her domain. Not to mention her multi-Billion trade industry. She has been educated in many a things over the centuries and thus is a fine time to learn perfection.

Background Check;;

Family Members:
Mother - Alive
Father - Alive
Grandfather - Deceased
Brother - Deceased
Son - Deceased
Birth Place: Province in the Kingdom of Hungary
Childhood: On clear winter nights Elena would play games with the townschildren, calling them into the woods where they would never return.
Transformation: Born a Vampire
Prey: Only the finest and purest blood coming straight from the handsomest of men.
Fang Power: Elena can make her bite orgasmic.
Other Transformation: Elena will bite her prey, give them some of their blood and then kill them so that they die and are reborn.
History:
Every little girl around the world wants to become a Princess. Well Elena Olmstead was actually born a Princess in Romania, or as it was known in 1409, a Province in the Kingdom of Hungary. The year was 1409 and it was quite a peaceful town; but that was just because it was so far away from the other Provinces and the war itself. No one from the small Isolde community was sent off to war and to fight. So instead of death and loss of village men the small town prospered and prospered.

The person who prospered most was Elena’s father, Johanne Isolde of the Providence of Isolde. He was given the large piece of land by his father, who was King before him and his father’s father who was King before he. Johanne made a few hundred dollars a year, had a castle filled to the brim with food and beautiful women. One of those women was Elena’s mother, Helen. To know more about Elena, one must first learn about the mother of Elena and her family.

Helen was a beautiful, beautiful girl but unlike all the local villagers she was new to the town and had a deep dark secret. Helen was a vampire, pure-blood who was running away from a marriage proposal in a small town. Helen’s father found her but instead of driving her back into the marriage he found a new suitor for his daughter. Helen’s father had his eyes on King Isolde, a man rich enough to put good food in his stomach and beautiful girls into his bed. What more could a man ask for? Helen’s father was unable to make a wealthy living himself even though he was a vampire, he only had two things on his mind: drink and women. Living in a castle where so many servants were working day and night it was quite easy for a vampire to fit in and not be noticed and of course there was the fact that he could make a living for himself from his daughter’s marriage.

It was quite easy for Helen’s marriage proposal to be arranged. Helen was drop dead gorgeous but there was only one problem which would easily be remedied. Why would King Isolde marry a woman when he could just have her in his bed, no strings attached? It was then when Helen’s father gave away their vampiric identities. Who wouldn’t trade marriage for an immortal life? Helen was quickly married and on her wedding night to King Isolde instead of consummating, Helen was transforming her newlywed groom into one of the undead. She had long past given up her hopes of escaping from her father and now she only wished one day he would be too drunk and sleep underneath the shade of an outdoor tree.

Helen was given beautiful dresses, jewelry and food to her hearts delight but still she always felt like she was missing out on something. Soon after their wedding they had a huge ball and all those that had not attended the wedding on their lands attend the ball. It was there that Helen met a dashing young man and they soon were consummating though Helen was far from an inexperienced virgin. And just as quickly as the man had come he had gone and vanished from Helen’s life never to be seen again and soon forgotten.

Though Helen was acceptant into the idea of marriage she wasn’t pleased with it at all. Her husband was probably one of the most repugnant men she’d ever married and taken to bed with! Her father had sold her into marriage four times before so this agreement was anything but unheard of. When she closed her eyes as her husband lay ontop of her she always thought that maybe one day she would have a child, a beautiful child, and with that child she would have the courage to settle down into a decent life.

It was exactly 9 months later that Helen gave birth to a baby girl. Isolde was quite dissatisfied that his first child was a girl instead of a male heir but soon realized his fatherly love for his newborn daughter. Isolde gave his daughter everything and though he hadn’t changed into a better man for his wife, he gave his daughter kind attention when he wasn’t with his whores and barmaids. Helen realizing that her daughter already had a good life here decided to stay with her husband until her daughter grew up hoping one day she would discover how horrible her father really was.

Princess Isolde grew up as a spoiled young brat until her fifth birthday. Instead of dark brown hair like both her parents and grandparents her hair lightened and was the color of bright dandelions though Isolde had never been outside in the daylight hours. King Isolde discovered that somehow, sometime, somewhere his wife had been unfaithful. Instead of beating his wife, because he knew that her vampire powers far surpassed his own, he let her be. One day though, he would make his young daughter marry his son, as soon as he fathered one. Instead of treating Princess Isolde more like his daughter, he treated her more in terms of sexual touches and kisses. Though Helen was distraught by this, she was too busy worrying over the new child in her womb.

Though Elena claims she was never abused or molested she has never enjoyed the activities her father wished for her to partake in. At the age of ten Princess Isolde was forced to watch her father’s sexual excursions with some of the castle staff and then after they left, perform with him sexually. Elena learned much in bed with a man who had power but didn’t use it other than to bed women. There was even once a time when Princess Isolde took great happiness in the fact that she would marry and please her future husband and brother just as her father wished for her to do.

Elena grew up learning things of the world side by side with her brother, whom she was eleven years older at the time. She learned the stories and cultures of other lands by travelers. Soon when her brother and fiancé were old enough, she would begin to tell him the stories of lands and news of war. There was never a time Princess Isolde was without her brother Prince Isolde. They would laugh and play, make future plans for when they were both older.

There was a hidden side to the two future lovers. They were both quite sadistic in cruel torturous ways, having a fetish for blood. When Prince Isolde turned thirteen, that was when Princess Isolde, Elena decided that as a birthday treat she would teach him how to fetch real blood instead of the dirty prisoners they kept in their dungeon. Hunting had been forbidden by their father because they would be found out as vampires and hunted down until they were steaked, beheaded and burned to the ground.

Princess Isolde decided that their prey should be someone they both strongly disliked. She choose an annoying village boy whose family power and money nearly rivaled their own except the Isolde’s had the title of Royalty while the Crest family had just a title of nobility. Princess Isolde taught her brother Prince Isolde how to sneak into someone’s room and together they feasted on the fresh blood of the Crest heir as soon as they were done toying with him. After they had drained his blood to the very last bit Princess Isolde raped the Crest boy and then made love to her brother for the very first time next to the deceased body.

As the Princess was kneeling on the ground about to please her lover some more a maid walked into the Crest boy’s room and screamed seeing his body turned around, a naked male covered with blood from head to toe on his body. The Prince and the Princess fled from the room and left the scene of the crime. It was precisely an hour when an angry mob came to their doors demanding that Prince Isolde was possessed and turned by an evil spawn of the devil into a hellish night creature. Though the family protested and complained that it was a mistake the Prince was still dragged outside while he room was searched. Clothes covered in blood were found and despite the Princess trying to save him he was hanged from the highest tree and doused in holy water thereafter.

The Princess burned her bloody clothes and her father never realized that it was she who led her brother to hunt a human not servant to them. It was soon existent that the Princess was pregnant and that furbished another reasonable rumor as to why the Princess never left the castle during daylight hours. She took good care of herself because the baby was a gift from her precious brother. But four months later an accident happened and the baby was born prematurely and died stillborn in the Princesses arms. After that Princess Isolde was never the same.

The childish, distorted games the Princess had played with her brother became more childish, more distorted and divinely twisted. The Princess would dress up in a white dress and dance and play in the forests. Only the Princess wouldn’t play alone. She would use sticks and knock on the window’s of children, running before they opened them; she would then of course sing with her angelic voice, drawing them out into the forest. The forest was quite deadly at night, and extremely deadly if you turned down an unfamiliar path. The Princess would lead many a children and adults down through holes in the ground, off of cliffs where they would injure their leg and die weeks later lying unfound still to this very day, and if they snapped themselves out of her voice, she would snap their necks herself and toss them into the river and people would declare that they drowned.

That wasn’t all that the Princess did. Over the days, months and years her powers developed and so would her methods for killing all in the name of game playing. Through her hate and anger for the human race for taking away her beloved Prince she developed something she was unsure of. She could defy gravity, even if at first it was only for some moments when she jumped up in the air. But soon, soon as she practiced each day in her room she could defy nature for minutes and soon hours at a time. And that was when her games got worse.

During the masses held at night for various churches she would walk atop of water using her newfound power. She would sing to her hearts delight in Latin, the words of the human God and bring everyone in the Church and place of religion outside to view her, though no one has ever caught her face and likeness. She would tell them that she was an angel sent by God and she would bring heavenly joy to one of them and only one of them. The men would fight and the women would squabble and soon one person would be decided. She would take that person with her and then feast to her hearts delight on their blood, then bury them far off into the woods where they would never be found again.

It was during these periods of time that she was nicknamed ‘The White Angel’ but those villages nearby each other, close enough to chat called her ‘The Satan’s White Whore’ and were quite skeptical of her and her so called powers because they were very orthodox and nowhere in the bible did God say he would use a white angel to bring one fellow worshipper up into the heavens, afterall, the woman made the community choose, fight and argue with one another.

As The White Angel was in the process of asking for which member of the community should seek peace and resolution in heaven a priest rode up on horseback and announced that The White Angel was sent by the devil. The White Angel was speechless having not though of a well dignified response when the priest was so well prepared with arguments that had the whole community thus believing and realizing that The White Angel was nothing more than The Satan’s White Whore. The White Angel had no time to do anything other than snatch the child nearest to her and flee. This sent the whole village and all nearby villages to form an angry mob. Noone expected the child back alive but they all would have loved to kill The Satan’s White Whore.

The White Angel made it safely into the depths of the forest with the young child. The White Angel had two choices, she could either feast upon the supple young male child or she could release him into the forest in hopes he would meet up with his parent’s. Unfortunately for the young male child The White Angel was sincerely pissed off and snapped the child’s neck before he could utter another whimper.

Before fear could sink into The White Angel fire atop pitchforks and torches appeared, though noone knew her surroundings they would soon if she stayed put. Finding her way out of the forest and home would be like finding a needle in a haystack. It appeared that at least five villages in total were combining their efforts to look for this Satan’s Whore an evil being so profound as to snatch an innocent child away, a child who would no doubt find their way into heaven.

The White Angel had no choice but to hide in the trunk of a dead tree. For ten days and thirteen hours The White Angel was cooped up in the tree, hiding and fearing for her life. The search was still progressing rapidly, the villagers never loosing hope that they would find this Satan’s Bitch and kill her with their bare hands. All the while each time the sun rose the White Angel feared for her life and she also feared hunger for never having felt it before. Never before had anything bad happened to the White Angel.

Too scared to move out of fear that a passing villager would find her, The White angel stayed put, dying of starvation. The pain was unbearable especially since her food supply was wandering around a few feet away from her every few hours or so. And then there was the course fact of finding another tree with a hole in the trunk, it would be impossible and come sunlight she would feel incredible pain. Just the pain of disintegrating into dust or whatever vampires turned into come light up scared her, scared her still to take the slow agonizing pain of a slow gruesome death.

It was several days later that she felt it, a sort of calling. Her body for half a second tried to get out of the tree and come to the calling but then her brain took over and the fear rode in. If the calling couldn’t get The Angel to move towards it, then the calling would come to The Angel. The Angel was quite scared of what the calling was. Was it the vampire form of a grim reaper? A tall man in a black loin cloth that carried a sharpened Scythe ready to do who knows what with his newest victim. Though the calling was scary the fear of the sun rode back into The Angel’s mind and she stayed put.

It wasn’t exactly clear how she knew the calling but she did. And to make matters worse she could sense it, them and knew from the connection between beings that they were closing in on her.... no the calling was already surrounding her. It was then and only then from fear of the calling coming to her that she leapt out of the tree trunk hole and began to run away from the calling. After nearly a month without food, The Angel was severely weakened and couldn’t run let alone get up after she had fallen.

It was then when she had enough strength to realize that she was still surrounded. Instead of the villagers and an angry mob it was something else in its entirety. Instead of beings with blessed objects she was surrounded by dirt, flying everywhere into her eyes, hair, up her nostrils and so on. If she was stupid she would have thought they were after her to kill her but the connection she had with them told her otherwise, the dirt had just wanted her attention. It would do as she said when she said it. It was hers forever more and they would be quite happy to serve her.

Angel had one order and one order alone. She wanted fresh blood from humans. Lots and lots of humans. Before she knew it quivering humans were brought to her alive... or so she brought herself to their village. They came out screaming with weaponry and she pounded them to death with stones, rocks and twigs. From there she fed on their necks and feed from the blood. In just a few hours a whole village was wiped out. The White Angel quickly switched clothing with one of the townswoman and headed home clean as a whistle, if not just a wee bit dirty from the dirt.

Soon Princess Isolde wound up at home, though her parents were furious, even her care free grandfather. They had heard about the White Angel legend and assumed that Princess Isolde was either dead or had run away. Either way all three were worried that she would expose their vampiric secret and doom them all. The Princess was henceforth locked up in a small cell in the dungeon where the blood donors were kept. Her cell was not even given real furniture or a comfortable bed. Instead she had dirt to sleep on and rats for company; her grandfather would come by once a day and give her at most five minutes with a human for blood, most of the times less.

For the next eighty-one years Princess Isolde was kept locked away in the small prison cell as if forgotten except for ‘meal time’. But all the while even though Princess Isolde lived a life perceptionally alone, she never felt alone. Her years and years of solitude were also years and years of training and concentration. Her concentration would be her surroundings, she would try and control her surroundings as in the way she controlled and turned her ghosts into submissive beings. Her only surrounds were the terrain and dirt, so she would thus try to control that. She tried and failed every day until one early night eighty-one years exactly present from her confinement into the prison cell.

Her mother Queen Helen had decided to visit her daughter. Princess Isolde could count on her fingers and still have a handful left of the visits from her family: mother, father and grandfather over her eighty-one years. Princess Isolde had long past given up a feigned thought or dream that her mother or father would set her free. A visit from her mother was simply put unexpected. What wasn’t simply put was her mother’s facial expression. She could tell without being told that they knew... it was she who had been with her brother that day and it was she who tempted him into feeding from human blood, it was she who was responsible for his death. And the Princess knew at that exact moment that and that alone was the reason she was encaged for the past eighty-one years.

The fire inside her ignited and spread through her body. How dare her family cage her for something that was beyond her control! She had loved her brother more than anyone and was completely devastated when she lost his child. And then they had the audacity to actually imprison her as punishment. It wasn’t their secrets they were worried about, they wanted vengeance though neither could lift a finger to hurt their daughter of flesh and blood, a daughter who had given them twenty-one years of happy memories.

Perhaps Princess Isolde had known the reason for her imprisonment all along or perhaps not. But either way she knew one thing and one thing alone. She wouldn’t stay another day in this cell. The only thing that had been keeping her in her cell was herself. Maybe she knew deep down inside that she ought to be punished or maybe she was just hoping that one day her family would forgive her and let her out of the cell with full apologizes. But childish dreams ended that very day and realization had sunk in. Their hearts had turned just as bitter as she and things would never be the same again.

That very night after her mother left her present company Princess Isolde too left her dingy cell. She left and never looked back. She had taken from this experience profound powers though she would never thank her parents for them, even if they were the ones who had risen her to obtain such powers as thee. But a very old saying said something about how children were sponges so perhaps Princess Isolde would have picked up that technique along the way... All that she knew for certain was that she wouldn’t be checked missed by either parent for another eighty-one years or whenever they decided to send her food again.

The year was 1511 and things were drastically different from the Princesses 1409. Over the years the Princess took on so many assumed names that she lost count. It would be far easier to just state her history with her present assumed name, Elena Von Tewdwr Olmstead.

As Elena found things in the year 1511 were so much different than her 1400’s time period. Her first order of business besides a residence in which she could hide from the sun would be that of gaining money. She knew from her father’s business and income you could do whatever you wished when you had money. Her father had never taken the next step for when you had money. Obtaining money was quite easy and then once you obtained quite a bit of it in an illegal manor you could earn it easily in a legal manor.

Elena first obtained money from hunting down humans. It mattered not if they were drunk or on the way home from work, she would take them into an alleyway before they were seen and snap their necks, then she would take their coin purses. It was such a slow miniscule not to mention dreadfully annoying task. From there she moved onto robbing the homes of the rich stealing anything of good taste while they were sleeping.

It was during one of those nights when she overhead a Lord and a Lady discussing business matters over bed. The buying and selling of food stuffs and ammunition to fund the wars in other countries would bring in an enormous profit! And that was when Elena knew what she would do. She would become the ultimate merchant.

In 1513 Elena had set up shop and had even dined with Catherine of Aragon, Queen Consort by posing as a Duchess of a faraway land. From that, she was able to sell supplies and goods to King James IV for the great Battle of Flodden Field where her first profits began. After gaining confidence from her first great war her shop flourished and everyone wanted to buy her discounted shop items. Throughout the ages she kept her identity as a widowed noblewoman running her husbands shop, passing it onto her daughter ‘herself’ throughout the ages.

In the 1600’s bored with life in England for the time being, Elena headed to France where the theme was horse powered boats. Elena was one of the first to hire a team and begin her shipping business, hiring the best staff possible to ships goods so that they’d arrive at their destination days earlier! Her business soon flourished and she decided that shipping was the deal for her. Soon she had wiped out all forms of competition!

During the 1700’s Elena returned home to England, a place she was always found of at heart and began her business of commerce and shipping. Elena started a publishing business though that business turned out to be quite a financial disaster loosing her five thousand dollars. She did not quite account for her competition which was already heavily recognized and organized in the British community.

It was during the 1700’s that she took up in a manner besides her shipping and merchanting commerce that she began to recruit followers both human and vampire alike. It was then when she met the Master of England. He was a simple man with a simple name and no goals. And because of his lack of goals and his views of womenfolk that Elena Olmstead was able to out him and get the better of him. In 1712 Elena ruled the underworld of England, she had followers of over 5 thousand in numbers and her numbers were still yet rising.

Over the years Elena received many many challenges and many threats over her title. She combated all threats and challenges with her sadistic nature and heathen like pleasure, killing all those who dared to challenge her or stand in her way. Do not for a moment hesitate to think that Elena killed all the challengers herself, she only killed those who deemed themselves worthy of her mere time and presence. Many challengers were killed by one or two of her followers as deemed not worthy of her important time.

Once Elena had demonstrated how well she held her territory her business began to flourish and her thousands of dollars turned into millions; while in this present day and age her money would be known as Trillions. No one dared to use another shipping company for no one dared to set off the Vampire Mistresses wrath. But still by the by, her company was one of the best and no one would set complaints against it.

For no particular reason other than quite blatant curiosity Elena Olmstead, Mistress of England decided to pay America a visit. Her prime destination was Vice City itself. She now had a much bigger dream, owning all of America itself, the land of opportunity and immense power.

Code Word:
i hAve read the rules

Mad Skills;;

The night was cold and damp out on the streets of New York. If Elena didn't know any better she could have sworn that the city was crying. It was all the better. The city should cry at her mere presence. For her mere presence was something to cry over. Correction, her mere presence was something to tremble over. A sly grin fell upon her face as she took slow and graceful steps upon the dirty city sidewalk.

People parted ways as for the lady in a long white flowing dress. They darted around her as if they didn’t dare to touch even the hem of her dress. Behind Elena were her two subordinates and one slave who carried the hem of her dress so that it didn’t touch the filthy ground. The only thing that touched the ground was her brisk black British boots. Slave # 7, Elena thought she was called, knew that if so much as dust stained her dress her head would be upon a pike.

The men behind Slave # 7 were far from slaves but more so vampire protectors though she didn’t need them, she was far from defenseless. She could smell their silver weaponry behind her, screaming their smell at her nostrils. It was a clean smell but it wasn’t her favorite nor did she particularly dislike it in anyway. It was just another smell like so many. Unlike the filthy humans who may or may not have been carrying weapons, her men, which were dressed in exquisite dark blue suits, were carrying them openly. Perhaps that was another reason why people parted ways for her.

The only time she darted her head upwards was to check the puke green street signs which hung so high. She wasn’t sure where she was heading exactly but she did not need a reason to head anywhere. Soon she would own this pathetically simple town. She would rid the town of the innocence but she didn’t need to particularly lay her hand upon that for the town was doing a simply fine job for itself. The only thing Elena needed this town for was her shipping district. America, this place in particular, seemed to be full of benefits to reek.

Without even pausing to cross the street with the flow of the light she began her descent across the street. A yellow taxi cab stopped mid-brake and honked at her. Her man, Milson, she didn’t need to turn around and see him un sheath his sword and stab it through the driver of the vehicle. She heard the familiar sound of the slice and glass breaking simultaneously as her nostrils filled with the scent of the mans blood. The smell was simply putrid to her nose! It was an insult!

“His blood disgusts me! Make him feel pain!” Elena ordered without even turning around. With that she picked up her pace and crossed the street. Her men, her men were not the most decent around. They were just like she, they loved to cause the humans pain. If Milson wanted to he could have put an end to the mans life and he would have never knew what was happening. But that wasn’t what had happened, Milson had made him feel pain and would be twisting his blade inside the man so that he felt like he were on fire.

Elena continued to walk down the street as she picked up her arms and crossed them. Her eyes flickered to the homeless man down a short ways sitting and begging for coins. His blood smelt like alcohol and drugs, she didn’t need an open wound to smell his blood. It was a bit enticing though she would never sink so low as to touch someone so filthy. She only feasted from the finest men. All these crazy notions about feeding from the wrong doings, the elderly and animals? That was simply sickening. Nothing but the best would reach Elena’s lips.

“Milson. Bruce. Bid me leave tonight. I want to be alone now.” Her men would never question her but they bowed even though her back was to them and departed. Her men would appear home and prepare for bed after finding something to feast on. It was always like the two to prefer their blood fresh. And of course when Elena said that she wanted to be alone she did, but her slave was non existent. It was just there and she paid it no mind.

She wandered on into the streets of what appeared to be the park, if, of course, the signs pointed the right way. It was surprising to see a spot of green in this jungle of concrete. To her left was a group of young boys playing basketball, though they pretended to not notice her she knew that they were watching. Elena took her time as she turned her backside away from a park bench, preparing herself to sit. It was the job of her slave to pull up her hem and then hand it to Elena in a long bow.

As the slave # 7 began her long bow Elena noticed an obstruction. Disease. Filth. Instead of grabbing the hem of her dress she grabbed onto the girls hand and pulled her forwards. “Filth. Obstinate filth!” Elena was so mad she could spit! “How dare you, you insolent slag!” Her slave had dirt underneath her fingernail. Why if her dress was ruined, no, this girl was already dead. Elena raised her right hand in the air and held the girl by her finger with her left, the slave never had a chance as Elena slapped the girl, snapping her neck in the process.

The noise of a ball bouncing became obvious as Elena ignored the sight of the stillness, limp body of her slave and turned to the baseball game players. All of them had fearful faces. She could practically smell the fear. She didn’t even stand up from her seat to chase them down as they ran. She raised her right hand and closed her eyes playing the music of last nights opera in her mind. She could feel the dirt as it swarm around each of the boys. With the dirt flying mildly into the air, the grass dropping swiftly to the ground not needed, forming an air pocket which could neither take out the air already inside nor let in new air.

Elena hummed the opera to herself remembering the masterpiece. The screams of the boys muffled the sound, ruining her humming. She scowled with anger and closed the excess space between the dirt and the boys making it smaller. They had thought herself to be nice by giving them some breathing room. But here they were being quite rude to her by screaming and ruining her song. After a few minutes the boys had run out of air and dropped to the ground where the dirt disappeared. If she had wanted to, she could have held them up in the air, suspended. But then someone else would come and see the action and then she would have to kill them too.

She didn’t count the bodies as she picked herself up. It mattered not how many worthless lives had been lost. Elena only knew one thing, that it would make headlines. She picked up her dress and proceeded through the park taking a lovely stroll. She would not let their foolishness ruin her evening!

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