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Name+
Kiara Donatella
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Age+
Unknown
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Race+
Vampire - Ancient
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Gender+
Female
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Family+
None
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Personality+
Darkness seems to dance around this creature like a cloud of smoke, choking the air with the dark desires she always seems to portray. Green eyes glowing with mischief and a daunting desire to create chaos, she watches from the shadows, her smile haunted with the fear and terror of a child. And yet, she lets none know of her true desires. Instead, she holds herself with a demanding presence, her gait much like that of a feline. She is cold, hard, and seductive. She is a dominant creature, demanding one's attention with her bouncing curls and growling aura of both hostility and welcome. Be careful, for at first, she may appear warm and inviting...until those haunted eyes glint with glee that she has caught you in her trap.
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History+
It has been more than a century or two that she was created. And it has been more than a few thousand years that this....prison...was created just for her.
"Don't let the throne fool you, child," A whisper drifts to her ear, "Watch out for the chains above, for you never know when they will come down and take you again."
He was right, of course. Sure, she lived in style. The stone floors were elaborately painted, and the drapes were always fresh...gold and blue, two of her favorite colors. But the chains above always reminded her of her imprisonment.
It wasn't fair for the oldest Ancient to be kept like this. She should have been able to stop them. And yet...she was never able. Why?
Kiara sat at her throne, her small, velumptuous body curled close to the warmth of her current human slave. He smelled fresh of the outside, and his heart beat purely as his deep blue eyes looked at her sadly. Was it truly right of her to keep him there?
"But mistress," the leader of those that kept her within the confines of her...temple...said in an almost whiny tone, "He is only human. And he gives you life, does he not?"
She stared again at her human, smiling sadly as she watched his eyes grow distant again, filling once more with tears of both fear and sorrow. "No, he shall be more than that. Bring me an extra next time you go catch them, Phillipe. I am to make him mine forever."
"But...mistress - "
"Shut up! Do as I say, or so help me I will break free of this....establishment."
The vampire bowed and exited. And yet...the chains once more began to rattle. Her time would come again soon. But...at least she would have one to love and adore...at least she would have one to share her imprisonment with her. Finally.
She turned to him, smiling sadly. "You know what I am to do to you, then?" Slowly, he nodded, his eyes again lighting with fear. "Do not worry...it will not hurt."
He allowed her to push his head to the side, but she remained gentle, and she kept her promise. It didn't hurt at all.
The next morning, he lie across the floo just before the throne. The room was empty and dark. She was nowhere to be found. The chains had stolen her once more. But where to?
Her body appeared from the shadows as the wall moved out of place then back in. She was paler than normal, even for a vampire, and she reeked even more of blood. But that blood was not his. Tattered and torn, she whimpered, reaching for him. He came, his own chains rattling as he lifted her and set her in her throne.
"Thank you...I guess...it's time we got to know each other. But...I don't even know your name." She looked up at him with a sad, tired smile, reaching to his pale face in a gentle caress.
"My name...is Alaric."
That was the final good memory she would have. Pain would only ensue......
((Sorry the picture's so big...I couldn't find any proportionate pics that were smaller...))