Post by nel on Jan 3, 2010 13:10:31 GMT -7
† Neliel- Victoria - Devani †
†Nel†
[/center]† General Information †
Full Name: Neliel Victoria Devani
Nicknames: Nel
Gender: Female
Race: Vampire
Age: Roughly 100 years old.
Age they appear: about 28-28
Occupation: Writer/Editor
Orientation: Pansexual
Health Problems: None.
† Personality †
Basic Personality:
Nel is a woman of her own whims. She’s selfish, vain and oblivious to the sufferings of those around her. Though she has little patience for those who seek her out to ask favors of her, she is always open for bargain and loves to favor trade in equal value. For example, if you ask for a goat she’ll ask for a goat and a chicken – if no chickens are available you better give her a damn good goat in return or its your neck on the line. Having been brought up in a fine family she expects good manners from friends and foes alike and will not tolerate the rude kindly. Her vanity knows no boundaries and to win her affections you should try bringing gifts before asking her anything. Every girl is a material girl at heart just most are too stubborn to admit it. Nel is the type that loathes those who are not completely honest with themselves so be open with her and you’re more likely to win her respects.
Think she’d a bitch yet? Well, yeah she is for the most part. She’s very loyal to those who keep her favor, going to any means to achieve her end of the bargain and will willingly give a favor to those whose will she cannot complete. She’s extremely family orientated and cares deeply for her brother on more than just sibling affection which many mortals cannot fathom – not on the incestuous level however. To have a deeper connection is to never break that love for one another in the first place. The friends she does have she keeps for life come wind or rain. Her judgement can be swayed depending on who she’s fighting against. She doesn’t care for the Werewolves as she does not trust them though she wouldn’t go as far to say she hates them as many a vampire would say. They smell funny but they have good values.
Being immortal she seizes few opportunities as she knows another will come along so don’t be disheartened if she rejects your proposal. Persistence is the key.
Likes:
† Pretty Garments
† The Finer Things In Life
† Classical Music
† Young Blood
† The Wise
Hates:
† Egotistical Morons
† Simpletons
† Rap & R’n’B
† Ugly things
† Cats
Talents:
† A Fine Writer
† Charming
† Beautiful
† Reliable
† Tactful
Habits:
† Not Looking At Lesser People
† Looking Down On Pretty Much Everything
† Speaks in Old London Accent
† Often Answers Indirectly
† Refers to Humans Rudely Under All Circumstances
† Appearance †
Skin Color: Pale Ivory
Hair Color: Mousey Brown
Eye Color: Hazel
Build: Curvaceous
Piercings/Scars/Tattoos: None.
Choice of Clothing: Traditional blacks/Dresses etc.
Other: None.
† History †
History:
Nel was born on the 24th of May – the same date as the queen of England Queen Victoria and was thought to be lucky what with the royalties birthing on the same date so they blessed her ‘Neliel Victoria Devani’ in honor of the human queen Victoria. She had a normal upbringing as an Upper Middle Class Vampire with both her parents and her relatives showering the first born of the generation with fancy garments and toys from all over the world. All were in awe of the upcoming beautiful and genius daughter of the Devani coven and her admirers only grew as she reached of age of marriage and was sought out by many a suitor (all which she declined politely). It wasn’t until she was twenty-four when she finally found a mate in an Irish immigrant who had moved over from the poverty in Ireland. He was poor, disheveled and had little to offer their coven other than his love for their daughter. Naturally, the family disapproved until this man could prove his worth.
For many years the Irish immigrant ‘James’ worked hard and got his break when his small distillery he ran hit its peak worth and he was able to once again ask for his loves hand in marriage – they were wed on the night of august the 14th when she became Mrs. Neliel Victoria Devani McGoldrick. It was unlucky that some years later he was to be killed by rogues of their own kind seeking profit in London from his prospering business. Nel was heartbroken and was black-clad in mourning for the next thirty years but never again was she to seek out another mate in place of her beloved. In time, her own family was to hit hardship when war was upon them once more. Their coven hit hard and it would take them years and the deaths of her parents to regain the influence they had prior to the war. Nel, being the heir to the coven, took full responsibility for its future and of her younger brother Alphonse who was at the time a mere eight years old.
The Turf wars surrounding were devastating on the community posed little threat to her family whom had already relocated to Essex in hope of a quieter lifestyle and welcomed children of less fortunate Vampires into their home while their families came to an arrangementl. Few stayed to live with the coven and help it grow – a few of these were William, Peter, Annabelle and Cornelius who grew to populate the weaker strains of the Devani Coven. James had suffered greatly during his travels having lost use of his legs though regardless of his state he kept his pride and once Nel had decided to part ways with them he took over and had been head of house since.
A lot of what she did between the time of leaving her family up until now is lost and forgotten but alas she has been able to adapt with the coming changes and is quite content with the order or things (well, apart from the Mutts running the joint) and lives her life somewhat peacefully in the center of London where she spends much of her time in a studio apartment doing her ‘Night job’ as a writer/editor.
Mother/Father:
Lady Narissa Devani, Mother.
Lord Armande Devani, Father.
Siblings: James William Devani, Brother, Coven Leader.
Offspring: None.
Other: None.
† RP example †
It hurt. It was burning inside her, threatening to unleash a terrible fountain of disgust and hatred for whomever was nearest at the time. It was a terrible pain, far worse than she had every felt before both physically and mentally. It was searing from her stomach to her throat until eventually she dragged herself to her small bathroom and gagged at the sheer pressure of the nerves that threatened to eat her alive. That stupid son-of-a-bitch! That cruel, manipulating devil who up until now made it his personal vendetta to make every waking moment a living hell for her since the day she was born. The name? Akito. It left a horrible taste in her mouth and it wasn’t just the vomit. There, lying alone on her bathroom floor her eyes flooded and her soul in a misery as she contemplated running away. She knew it would be fruitless… she always would come back. They always came back. The voice of her Kami was deep in her head as she clung to the toilet seat and forced herself to her feet. This was it. She was going to meet her fiancé today.
She thought of the past few days, which passed in a blur, and of the night in which she was told she was to be affianced with one of the mysterious strangers with the same curse. Akito had put it so boldly, even the strongest of people wouldn’t have questioned it but even then she had said something in her defense as silent as it was. Kagura’s mother was pleased of course for the two of them, Kagura heartbroken over the fact that Kyou could never truly be hers but the face that haunted her dreams was none other than that of the Cow, Haru, whom she had not spoken to since the event took place. She couldn’t bear to see his face even if it was horrified – it was far too painful. Rin now on her feet stumbled over to the mirror to look at herself. Her long ebony locks dangled lifelessly over her shoulder and breasts, her eyes a mess of tears and rage but other than that she looked like her usual self whatever that was. Her illness had only gotten worse from the stress making her seem peaky and frail but the fire in those eyes overshadowed all else this morning as she climbed into the shower.
The hot water was wonderful and against the cold made her feel numb as she dressed for the occasion. She didn’t bother with anything fantastic or respectable, a knee-length frayed skirt, long black stockings, her usual black high heels and a corset top which laced up at the back for added appeal. The family was used to seeing her in such a state but it may come as a shock to her new family which she pictured as demons at this moment. She didn’t even bother to put on make-up or look in the mirror as she brushed her hair but instead just left the house without so much as a goodbye to Kagura’s mother. She never did truly feel at home in this little house but it was the place she had grown up in since the last time she was brutally rejected. Perhaps with a bit of luck they would take one look at her and leave her alone. Luck was never really on her side. Without a second glance over her shoulder she opened the waiting drivers door and settled herself in the passengers seat staring willfully out of the window. Maybe this was her chance to finally break free from Hatsuharu…
“Somethin’ goin’ on at the Sohma place, miss?” The driver asked in an Osakan accent. He looked like a cheerful guy. He had black hair and a thick moustache but despite his friendly face she was in no mood to entertain. She ignored him as he checked her out via the mirror with a smile. “Looks like it’s gonna’ rain later. Bring some more clothes?” He said with a smirk. Her almost black eyes fixed on his for a moment but returned to the window when he looked away in embarrassment. This was going to be a long journey.
It took her about half an hour to reach the house and by this time she had developed a particularly bad temper fuelled by her chauffeur’s ignorance and deserted the car as quickly as she could. She waited outside the estate gates while she pulled on her indifferent façade and proceeded with enforced snobbery, her heels clicking loudly in her wake. As she reached the main house she was sure she could hear voices from somewhere around but didn’t go to investigate. The last thing she needed was to be flocked by a group of Yamamotos who need help looking around. She would just wait until she was beckoned. Isuzu hated being here at the best of times and her fear that she might be caught alone with Akito made her anxious so she decided that until the moment when she absolutely had to she would maintain the little freedom she had and sit on the wooden decks for a while simply listening to the voices.
“I hate this place…” She muttered to herself in monotone. Her invory skin shimmering against the sunlight as she folded her arms and leant against one of the beams. I wonder where the idiot cat is at this time? Is he even invited?
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