Post by Nadia Blackburn on Aug 22, 2009 11:13:02 GMT -5
;;Isabel Daphne Morgan;;
Has arrived to cleanse your sins
Has arrived to cleanse your sins
It’s All About You
Behind the Puppet Master
::Name::[/blockquote]
Anna
::Age::
24
::Gender::
Femme
::RP Experience::
9+ Years
::Contacting You::
Yahoo messenger works best, bloodlust.vixen; or via PM on the forums
::Activity::
I'm sure I'll be viewing the boards every other day at the very latest, rp activity would depend on storyline flow. I'm in Central timezone, for what that matters.
::The Puppets::
Just Isabel right now - I might venture into another character later.
The Identification Tag
Character Basics
::Alias::
Isabel
::Name::
Isabel Daphne Morgan
::Gender::
Female
::Orientation::
Straight
::Real Age:::
87
::Physical Age::
19
::Species::
Vampire
::Sire::
"Sister Ada Marie" (real name unknown)
::Religious Affiliation::
Devout Catholic
::Wealth::
$25,409
::Job::
Singing with the Isle of Capri in Kansas City
Where Your Abilities Fall
The Character Talents
::Strengths::
1. Defy Gravity
2. Sense the Sin
3. Pheremone Control
::Summary::
Isabel is based on a Daughter of Cacophony from the White Wolf vampire gaming system. She is still a fledgling in the grand scheme of things, but she has learned much from her sire and her other associated vampires. Chosen for her masterful skill in song, she commands an aura of awe and admiration from those around her. A close few have even taken it to the edge of obsession, but this has happened rarely.
Sense the Sin - A combination of perception and empathy; the character can sense a character's flaw (be it minor, like a pet peeve - or more severe like an OCD derangement, etc) depending on storyline and character approval between players. A tactic she primarily uses on prey, it can be used against other immortals - but is inherently more difficult.
Her ability to defy gravity came as a surprise to both her and her sire. While her sire didn't fully know how to explain the phenomenon, Isabel is a firm believer that God granted her the power to defy mortal limitations in order to become closer to the divine.
::Weaknesses::
1. Condescending
2. Telepathic Blockade (Her particular sect of vampire has difficulty concentrating, making it easier for other kindred and creatures to invade her thoughts.)
3. Prey Exclusion
::Summary::
It's easy for people to dislike Isabel at first sight, with her lithe appearance misleading people into thinking she's sweet and light. She has little patience for the more vocal of the non-believers in her sect and has no problem in snapping back at both mortals and kindred alike. She has trouble feeding from certain prey, and cannot feed from members of the clergy, and other organized sects of religious followers (Hare Krishnas, etc).
As a Daughter of Cacophony, she is constantly assaulted by ethereal music and it makes it incredibly difficult for her to stay focused. Keeping it at bay requires intense focus and she can do little else if she makes an attempt to quiet the noise.
The More Human Side of Things
Human Appearance
::Hair::[/size]
Black - down to the her shoulder blades.
::Eyes:: Hazel
::Height:: 5'7"
::Weight:: 130lbs
:Marks::
She has a long vine with small green and ebony leaves tattooed up her spine. It's undetectable when she's wearing normal clothing, but it's apparent when she's performing.
::Skin Tone:: Fair, but not stereotypically pale.
::Body Type:: Slender
::Clothes:: Regularly: Dark jeans, t-shirts, and blouses. When performing: Skirts, open backed 'club'-style wear, and buckled boots.
::Summary::
Isabel is quite the "plain Jane" when it comes to every night apparel. She doesn't seek out attention, and likes to keep herself shilouetted with a hat when she's not performing. When she's performing in various casinos and nightclubs - she keeps things trendy. Highlighting herself with posh makeup and elaborate hair styles while on stage, she opts for a natural guise when she's not performing.
Personality is Everything
How They Might Act
::Likes::[/size]
1. God
2. Performing
3. Deliverance
::Dislikes::
1. Heathens
2. American Idol
3. God
::Flaws::
1. Feral
2. Touch of Frost
3. Addiction
::Blessings::
1. Persuasive
2. Alert
3. Dignified
::Summary::
Isabel had a rough transition from mortal to vampire. As a devout Catholic, her faith in the divine transcended her transformation - but it drove her to the brink of madness. Her devotion has lead her to have trouble interacting with fellow kindred. She takes her performance very seriously, and greatly dislikes staged segments like American Idol. She feels offended by the premise that they perform for money and fame and not because it's what their heart calls them to do.
Her persuasion has coherced her prey into the safety of the church before their demise. She has had to keep herself especially alert to compensate for her divine song in her head, which tends to vary depending on any other distractions. She keeps a dignified front, refusing to dabble in behaviors and manners she feels are unclean or 'barbaric'. This leads her to a crux in her belief, as she has to partake in the unclean act of feeding in order to survive. To make amends, she tries to feed only from those looking for absolution and to reach God. She is constantly asking for absolution from her sins, and is addicted to the calming sensation of prayer.
She is marked with a frosty demeanor, where she feels colder than average. In the winter, this isn't problematic.. but in the summer it can be difficult to explain to mortals and must be concealed in some fashion in order to disguise her true nature. Also suffering from a feral physical flaw, her fangs are difficult to hide and her movements are un-naturally fluid. These flaws can cause her to stand out amongst mortals which can be detrimental to her lifestyle in the presence of other kindred or hunters.
Checking Out the Background
Historical Stuff
::Family Members::[/size]
Mother: Frances Margaret (Morgan) (1908-1989) Died of: Natural Causes
Father: Walter Raymond Morgan (1905-1963) Died of: Lung Cancer
Brother: Robert Michael Morgan (1925-1974) Died of: Complications with Myeloma, related to exposure to Agent Orange during the Vietnam war.
::Birth Place::
Albany, NY
::Childhood::
(see background)
::Transformation::
(see background)
::Prey::
She prefers to feed upon mortals who feel they have nothing left in life, and views herself a "savior" to their souls, allowing them closure. However, she'll feed off of whomever she needs (with the exception of her exclusions) to if the hunger gets too strong or she hasn't found a 'lost soul'.
::Fang Power::
They're pointy.. they're not so special
::Turning Others::
She hasn't turned anyone, as part of her explicit orders from her sire. However, if she were to turn a mortal into a kindred she'd likely drain them and then invigorate them with her own blood.
::History::
Isabel was born in Albany, NY. Her father was a factory worker, and her mother was a homemaker who did some side work as a seamstress. At the age of 13, she was sent from her small public school to St. Genevieve Catholic Boarding School in New York City. There she studied in theology, general studies, and music history. It was a fairly quiet affair, and she enjoyed her time with St. Genevieve immensely. She began private tutoring with Sister Ada Marie as her vocal coach at the age of 15, and was the youngest in the 1st division alto section.
At the age of nineteen, Isabel was slated for graduation in the Spring of 1942. The school often kept the conversation on politics and war to a minimum. It was considered an unladylike topic of conversation and ones that the sisters wouldn’t allow. Her brother was sent overseas in an effort to defeat the Axis powers during World War Two, and it was as the war was becoming heated... That Isabel’s life would be changed forever.
It was December 7th, 1941. Isabel was now one of the lead singers in the Senior choir for the school and had been requested to meet with one of the head sisters of the church. It was when the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor that Mother Superior pulled aside both Sister Ada Marie and Isabel..”Isabel, you’re being requested to see Mother Superior.”
She looked up from her studies, her math book sprawled open in front of her. At nineteen, she was nearly finished with her schooling at St. Genevieve. The premiere Catholic boarding school in the entire state of New York. Scooping up her book, she dog-eared the page and slid it into her backpack. One strap went over her shoulder as she smiled to Sister Penelope.
“Thank you Sister.”
“Don’t forget we have exams next week. Your finals before the Christmas break.”
“Yes Sister.” Isabel smiled, excusing herself from the classroom. The ornate gothic cathedral had been remodeled recently to house the school, as well as the clergy and it was a heady walk from the third floor down to the basement where Mother Superior made her office and lodging. As Isabel made her way to the two heavy wooden doors, the sirens outside were wailing with warning and Sister Ada Marie pulled the doors open hastily.
“Sister Ada Ma-”
“There is no time for questions, Isabel. Look to me and ask yourself, ’Do you have faith in Our Lord?”
“I.. I don’t understand. What’s going on?”
“Dear Isabel..,” Mother Superior began, “God has granted you a miraculous gift. A gift that can change lives and can bring faith to those who’ve lost their way. But the war…”
“The war is in Europe. There haven’t been any attacks on t-”
“The Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor, Isabel. The axis are getting brave, and we can’t afford to lose such a precious gift. If something were to happen here in New York. If they were to launch an attack…” Mother Superior’s voice trailed off. Isabel’s face turned downward in worry, the earnest desperation in Mother Superior’s voice frightened her and she turned her gaze onto Sister Ada Marie. Her sister refused to meet her gaze and Isabel turned her attention back to Mother Superior. Tears formed in her eyes. Before she could speak, Sister Ada Marie spoke up - her voice shaking.
“We cannot allow God’s gift.. To be put in danger. We must protect it at all costs. We promised ourselves, Mother Superior. We promised God.” Sister Ada Marie nearly shook in her self-induced madness and Isabel felt Mother Superior’s hands on her shoulders. An unnatural calm fell upon her soul as Mother Superior thrust a rosary into her hands as Sister Ada Marie leaned in with a pained voice.
“Forgive me Isabel… but this is God’s wish…”
After she turned, she stayed with Mother Superior and Sister Ada Marie to learn what she had become. Whom she had become. Her urge to sing grew overpowering, and it was then that Isabel knew she had to venture away from her sire. She traveled the country, working in clubs and performing karaoke for not just attention… but out of necessity. Years would pass, and she wound up settling herself in Toronto, Ontario, Canada in the late 60s. Her connections in New York City had provided her with contacts in Ontario, where she met with Jerrard Devareaux. The kindred who would be her teacher for the next 15 years.
Jerrard spent years tutoring Isabel in more refined undead matters. In the political chess match that was the Toronto kindred society, the unique talents that Isabel housed were honed to perfection, and it was where she amassed a collection of religious works and continued her quest for spiritual guidance. During this time, he spent several months perfecting her ability to defy gravity and earthly limitations. With her gift of song, the ability to rise up in a fit of fury would later prove to be a vital asset in protecting both herself and her associates. Especially when club goers got too drunk…
Isabel would leave Toronto in 1988, heading down to the western coast of the US. There she continued to study and search for her eternal solace while performing in a myriad of clubs up and down the California coast. While in California, she fell into a mild depression and would often starve herself instead of feeding. Her frustration mounted while she felt her faith slipping away. It was the first time since she was a young girl that she began to feel as though God had perhaps abandoned her. Sister Ada Marie would use her bevy of contacts to get in touch with Isabel.. Because there was a need in Kansas City - and she felt Isabel’s calling was in those dark streets. So by 1995, she packed her few belongings and reported to the address in her missive from Ada Marie.
When she arrived in Kansas City, she was submerged into the underground and began to pour herself into her research once more. She kept things quiet in the city, retreating into the shadows often and not performing outside of her quiet gospel songs that would lure the decrepit and disenfranchised towards her to feed. She would uncover an entirely different version of the gospel that she had spent the past 40 years studying so valiantly and discovered the Book of Nod. It was trying times, as this area of the country was becoming more and more violent.. Living up to it’s self-proclaimed name as the ’Killing Fields’. Princes were slain left and right, and the social circles of kindred in the city were in constant turmoil.
By 2007, things had quieted down overall. The new Prince, Marcel Nightman, kept the city on a short leash and frequently called for blood hunts against those who opposed his rule or the status of the rest of the Nightman clan. Isabel would take a stand through the city and worked her way into the position of Senechal, the Prince’s right-hand woman. It wasn’t her talent, her abilities, or her power that enticed the Prince into taking her as senechal, it was simply a matter of pride. She was the only Daughter of Cacophony in the entire city - and she was a status symbol amongst the Prince’s friends and rivals. She stayed and became blood bound to the Prince throughout 2008 and remained in the Kansas City area until the beginning of 2009.
After several more blood hunts, the Anarchs above the river managed to overthrow the authority of both Prince Nightman and the rest of his family. With the aid of a clan of opportunistic Giovanni, Kansas City was overthrown and Isabel found herself hunted by her own kind for her alliance with the Prince. Gathering what few things she had kept within her Haven… Isabel fled back to what she knew best.
New York City.
Your Own Mad Skills
How Good Are You?
::Code Word::[/size]
do the mashed potatoe, do the twiste
::Application Status::
Finished
::RP Example::
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