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Primordial - Philosopher - Musician / / Stolid - Secretive - Distrustful
███████ THE BASE
»»» FULL NAME: Annika Elizabetta Serabryakov
»»» NICKNAME/COMMONLY KNOWN AS: "The Pale Dragon."
»»» AGE: Unknown. Born sometime during the Bronze age.
»»» GENDER: Female (Humanoid form) Asexual (True Form)
»»» RACE: Elder Ancient Vampyre of mixed breed (Tzimisce - Banu’Haqim)
»»» ORIENTATION/SEXUALITY: Homosexual
»»» RELATIONSHIP(S): Professional? Countless. Friends and loved ones? None.
»»» OCCUPATION: Elizabetta has wandered the world for millennia. In that time she hasn’t simply festered or gluttoned through existence. She made pacts. Cut deals. Infiltrated families as well as organizations. Both legal as well as criminal. She has created a vast network and empire in which she rules with an iron fist. Mortals and Monsters alike do business with her; and very few have ever seen her face. With two dozen trusted agents serving as her eyes, ears, and mouth…she is a legend both in the criminal underworld as well as the world of monsters.
»»» CURRENT PLACE OF RESIDENCE: Elizabetta has always been searching for home; and she’s never found it. A place to lay her head in peace. A place to feel as wild as she did comfortable. She’d thought she’d found it once. But that’s a story for her to tell.
███████ BIOGRAPHY
»»» SIGNIFICANT OTHER:: Not in several hundred years.
»»» FAMILY: None.
»»» BIOGRAPHY: Elizabetta was taken as an infant; and never knew her human family. Taken as one of dozens fo Human children meant to be indoctrinated into the ways of the Tzimisce. Experimented upon. Brainwashed. Tortured. Molded. Guided. Only a handful survive from each generation; and among them was Elizabetta. When she came of age she was Embraced (turned), and sold within the Clan along with the rest. Sold to a small cell which guarded the haunted realms of ancient Mesopotamia.
A “Father,” an Elder of the Tzimisce clan of vampyre meant to keep her in line, and a second Elder in the cell. A “Mother” who was of the Banu'Haqim clan. Another former captive turned to labour. There she too was given charge to watch over the realm; and she did her duty well. In time her Clan was purged from the great many skirmishes among both Hunters as well as their own kind. For you see the Tzimisce clan is abhorred and shunned by most of the vampyre world as monstrous and grotesque. Due to their bloodline's inherent ability: "Flesh-Crafting." The Tzimisce clan retain the ability to change the forms and shapes of living flesh. This requires immense knowledge, training, education, and practice. Even then each Tzimisce is limited to one specific skill set within Flesh-Crafting. Most choose magic or gross enhancements. Elizabetta’s curious nature defied her Clan’s own teachings however. She chose instead to focus her entire Flesh-Crafting capabilities into her own body with some minor ability to manipulate corpse-flesh. Achieving different forms of weaponized physiology over the centuries and–after countless years of mastery–eventually becoming what she is known across the world of monsters to be: “The Pale Dragon.” However, she cannot alter the composition of other living beings as the Tzimisce are so hated for.
Her second Elder in the cell, her “Mother” taught her the martial arts and animalistic movements of the Banu'Haqim; and this is how Elizabetta both maneuvers as well as defends herself. She knows nothing else of her Banu'Haqim heritage. With the advantage of her true form–and a splash of betrayal–Elizabetta escaped the slaughter that claimed the rest of her Mesopotamian Clan.
███████ THE BACKGROUND
»»» LIKES: Intellectualism. Cultural appreciation. Self-awareness. Critical reasoning. Music. Art. Travel. Exquisite cuisine. Well-brewed alcohols. Hand-rolled smokes. Quiet evenings. Enjoyable company and conversation. A good laugh. A righteous judgment. Fellowship. Ambition towards a better world; and loyalty. Loyalty above all else.
»»» DISLIKES: Rudeness. Inconsiderate behaviors. Ugly manners. Mistreatment of the weak, and the helpless. Disrespect. Dismissiveness. A lack of appreciation for broken people, and broken things. Senseless greed. Senseless forgiveness. Senseless mercy. Treachery. Betrayal.
»»» PERSONALITY: Elizabetta's accent would leave even the most learned and experienced linguist squinting with scrutiny. A mixture of middle-eastern, olde English, and subtle inflections reminiscent of Oriental languages. Her haunting gait and devastating beauty alone would be enough to cause most to wonder of her nature in the small hours of the rest of their lives. A vocalist, an instrumentalist, a songwriter, a bookworm, and a philosopher of remarkable insight. Few have had the pleasure of speaking with her and walked away without greater wisdom than they possessed before...and fewer still have survived the monster she is capable of being. For it was not her claws nor fangs one must fear.
It was her patience. Her greatest weapon. Elizabetta was not a monster that could be set into any singular classification nor category. Having no place among her own kind she had been left with but two choices of lifestyle: surrender to the dark shadows of the worlds never to be seen nor heard…or wander through society as a Dragon among sheep. She had not simply accepted the second option. She had embraced it. She had mastered it. She did not just sit in some wealthy estates and live off of succor or sin. No. She had sought to expand her very being with knowledge, culture, and skill. She had gone far beyond simply existing. Truly–without ever once having a beating heart–she had lived. Lived more than any mortal could ever hope to claim.
Have you ever sailed across on ocean? Not just on it. Not captain’d by some yacht boy or some cruise ship. But alone. On a sailboat–surrounded by sea–with no land in sight. Without even the possibility of sighting land for days to come. To stand at the helm of your own destiny. To be the master of your fate. To feel the awe-inspiring horror of struggling against crushing storms wondering if you would be lost to the fathomless depths. Only to know the indescribable triumph of the pink-gold dawn breaking across the horizon; realizing in that moment that nature herself had brought her overwhelming fury to bear…an you had conquered it. This…Elizabetta has done.
She had spent twenty years living in the Buddha Stupa of Boudhanath. With such an altitude that she awoke every morning to the beauty of sweeping views of Kathmandu. Her shaven head giving her all the more ability to blend in, and all the more time to get away with the fact that she did not age. Stealing away in the night unseen to prey upon the vampyres who would dare to venture too close to such a sacred place. The Tibetan Buddhists there taught her the practises of not just treating one’s own body as a temple; but appreciating it as one. They had molded her very unliving soul with mantras, chants, incantations, meditations, philosophies, and wisdoms that would cause the common man to writhe. She achieved an inner harmony in that place that was more mind-blowing than any psychedelic or revelation; and as fragile as a tower of cards. This too she had done.
She had sat upon the railings above the Piazza Del Campo, in Sienna; and felt the surge as a dozen race-horses went thundering by. She had taken holy pilgrimage to Mecca. She has gone diving in the caves of the world others would call pits of darkness. She has lived as a Nomad. Riding horses across Mongolia. Living free and unburdened under the gentle winds of Kyrgzstan. She’d sat at a table outside a cafe across the street from the Eiffel Tower; and enjoyed many more meals in Paris. Some even at the Palais de Vogue. She’d stood on summits, smoked Cubans, and known the breath of pristine oxygen atop the slopes of Everest.……….
…………she’d known the warmth of a wife wrapped in a cool set of sheets. The tug of a heart that once held light; smiling as her daughter asked for just one more hour of Jazz on the radio.
In the very air around her one could know this. One could feel it. The wisdoms, cruelties, horrors, and miracles of eons–ages–neatly packaged in this beautiful horror that sat idle before them. Her face oft found frozen like a gargoyle carved of stone. Her mind caught between cherishing and fighting back. The struggle of memories both too sweet and too bitter to bear.
»»» CURRENT LOCALE: _________ (( T.B.D ))
███████ THE APPEARANCE(S):
»»» HAIR COLOR: Platinum-Silver. The composition and alteration of her hair’s cellular structure has resulted in it becoming this color. What use could she have for altering her hair, one might wonder?
»»» EYE COLOR: Eclipsed Gold. Quite literally resembling a pair of suns eclipsed by some blackened planet; complete with the strange white-gold flames swirling about her pupils.
»»» SCARS: There is a scar upon her chin that seems not to be a scar at all; but a natural part of her anatomy. How curious...what could be it's function?
»»» TATTOOS:: She wears only one tattoo upon her body. It is a traditional Japanese depiction of her own unique form–The Pale Dragon–painted in a full portrait upon her back. This tattoo is known and revered through Japan; and marks her as one of the founding legends of the Inagawa-Kai.
███████ ABILITIES
»»» SPECIALTY: "The Pale Dragon." Elizabetta of the Tzimisce forego all of the spells, rituals, and mysticisms her family had once offered to teach her. Instead she poured her entirety into physical improvement, and the Tzimisce art of flesh-crafting her own physiology. The result is that she is able to manipulate her body into a variety of different offensive capabilities. Most terrible of all is that she may assume a second monstrous form--"The Pale Dragon"--and that horrific monstrosity is notorious even among her own.
»»» FLESH-CRAFT: Alter muscle, fat, and cartilage of one’s own form, and that of corpse flesh. Cannot be used on other living organisms.
»»» BONE-CRAFT: Alter bone of one’s own form, and those of corpses.
»»» PHYSIOLOGICAL ARSENAL: Transform the bones in one’s own body, and increase their carbon density to produce deadly weapons.
»»» BLOOD OF ACID: Permanently make one’s own vitae (blood) highly corrosive to lesser beings. In turn it gains a distinctly delicious flavor for elders/powerful monsters.
»»» GRAFT DEATH TO LIFE: Attach a portion of one person’s corpse to another–living–person in order to repair damages and heal those in need. Cannot be used on one’s own self.
»»» BLOOD OF THE EARTH: Your Blood becomes a viscous substance that burns when it is exposed to the open air.
»»» THE LAST DRAKKUL: Traditional Tzimisce name of the ability which grants her the form of “The Pale Dragon.”
»»» WEAPON: On her person at all times Elizabetta carries a Spartan Blades Les George V14 dagger forged of Obsidian-Silver alloy. In addition to this she carries a forty-five caliber Colt 1911SE-A1 pistol. She does her best to avoid relying on her second form unless backed into an absolute corner.
»»» WEAKNESS: Elizabetta's physiology--while remarkable--is incapable of withstanding the very particular combination of toxic properties in Mercury. Should she inhale the fumes of this substance, let it touch her skin, or--stars forbid--ingest it...there is a likelihood that she will suffer severe if not fatal injury. Additionally, while she can tolerate Fire for a few seconds longer than most vampyres ((due to increasing her own durability)) it will still take less than a minute to break through that defense with flames. Finally, the sunlight is just as fatal to her as it is to any other of her kind. To see a sunrise would be to see her own end.
»»» DIABLERIST: "Diablerie" is the forbidden practice of monster cannibalism. To drink the blood of another supernatural creature. Over time this has subtly altered Elizabetta's physiology. She now gains a great deal of nourishment from consuming supernatural vitae; but in turn she gains almost nothing from devouring humans. Human blood will not heal her wounds nor do much to sate her thirst. It is much a choice of lifestyle as it is a self-imposed biological compulsion.
»»» OTHER SKILLS: In her human form? Elizabetta has incredible agility, reflexes, flexibility, and of course her exceptional intuition. Due to her lack of any real magical ability Elizabetta has poured her efforts into the areas which she does excel. The result is that–even compared to other vampyres–her slender frame hides a Juggernaut-like strength. This incredible force of muscle and mass are dwarfed if she is forced to transform. To face her In the form of "The Pale Dragon?" You must be a being capable of holding your own against a True Monster. To a lesser being or a common enemy?
Run For Your Life.
»»» CURRENT LOCALE: _________ (( T.B.D ))
███████ EXTRA
»»» ROMANCE: Elizabetta is indeed open to romance. Some magical soul who can make her laugh and weep as she did when she was still alive may be just what she never knew she needed. A soul who finds the same undying loyalty in Elizabetta that she–herself–hopes to find in another.
»»» THEME: Upward to the Moon
»»» ANYTHING ELSE: Even among her own kind--among other vampyres--Elizabetta's bite is notorious. She does not have the same jaw as most vampyres. To be bitten by this creature has the potential to make you suffer like never before. The seam in her chin is not simply for show. Through the art of Tzimisce Flesh-Crafting she has created a bite meant not for humans; but other monsters. The lower jaw splits down the center like a lamprey to reveal a massive secondary set of teeth, and a barbed tongue used to latch onto victims. These barbs inject a neurotoxin which will paralyze a lesser (npc) monster during the bite. Beware the Jaws of Elizabetta.
███████ THE BASE
»»» FULL NAME: Annika Elizabetta Serabryakov
»»» NICKNAME/COMMONLY KNOWN AS: "The Pale Dragon."
»»» AGE: Unknown. Born sometime during the Bronze age.
»»» GENDER: Female (Humanoid form) Asexual (True Form)
»»» RACE: Elder Ancient Vampyre of mixed breed (Tzimisce - Banu’Haqim)
»»» ORIENTATION/SEXUALITY: Homosexual
»»» RELATIONSHIP(S): Professional? Countless. Friends and loved ones? None.
»»» OCCUPATION: Elizabetta has wandered the world for millennia. In that time she hasn’t simply festered or gluttoned through existence. She made pacts. Cut deals. Infiltrated families as well as organizations. Both legal as well as criminal. She has created a vast network and empire in which she rules with an iron fist. Mortals and Monsters alike do business with her; and very few have ever seen her face. With two dozen trusted agents serving as her eyes, ears, and mouth…she is a legend both in the criminal underworld as well as the world of monsters.
»»» CURRENT PLACE OF RESIDENCE: Elizabetta has always been searching for home; and she’s never found it. A place to lay her head in peace. A place to feel as wild as she did comfortable. She’d thought she’d found it once. But that’s a story for her to tell.
███████ BIOGRAPHY
»»» SIGNIFICANT OTHER:: Not in several hundred years.
»»» FAMILY: None.
»»» BIOGRAPHY: Elizabetta was taken as an infant; and never knew her human family. Taken as one of dozens fo Human children meant to be indoctrinated into the ways of the Tzimisce. Experimented upon. Brainwashed. Tortured. Molded. Guided. Only a handful survive from each generation; and among them was Elizabetta. When she came of age she was Embraced (turned), and sold within the Clan along with the rest. Sold to a small cell which guarded the haunted realms of ancient Mesopotamia.
A “Father,” an Elder of the Tzimisce clan of vampyre meant to keep her in line, and a second Elder in the cell. A “Mother” who was of the Banu'Haqim clan. Another former captive turned to labour. There she too was given charge to watch over the realm; and she did her duty well. In time her Clan was purged from the great many skirmishes among both Hunters as well as their own kind. For you see the Tzimisce clan is abhorred and shunned by most of the vampyre world as monstrous and grotesque. Due to their bloodline's inherent ability: "Flesh-Crafting." The Tzimisce clan retain the ability to change the forms and shapes of living flesh. This requires immense knowledge, training, education, and practice. Even then each Tzimisce is limited to one specific skill set within Flesh-Crafting. Most choose magic or gross enhancements. Elizabetta’s curious nature defied her Clan’s own teachings however. She chose instead to focus her entire Flesh-Crafting capabilities into her own body with some minor ability to manipulate corpse-flesh. Achieving different forms of weaponized physiology over the centuries and–after countless years of mastery–eventually becoming what she is known across the world of monsters to be: “The Pale Dragon.” However, she cannot alter the composition of other living beings as the Tzimisce are so hated for.
Her second Elder in the cell, her “Mother” taught her the martial arts and animalistic movements of the Banu'Haqim; and this is how Elizabetta both maneuvers as well as defends herself. She knows nothing else of her Banu'Haqim heritage. With the advantage of her true form–and a splash of betrayal–Elizabetta escaped the slaughter that claimed the rest of her Mesopotamian Clan.
███████ THE BACKGROUND
»»» LIKES: Intellectualism. Cultural appreciation. Self-awareness. Critical reasoning. Music. Art. Travel. Exquisite cuisine. Well-brewed alcohols. Hand-rolled smokes. Quiet evenings. Enjoyable company and conversation. A good laugh. A righteous judgment. Fellowship. Ambition towards a better world; and loyalty. Loyalty above all else.
»»» DISLIKES: Rudeness. Inconsiderate behaviors. Ugly manners. Mistreatment of the weak, and the helpless. Disrespect. Dismissiveness. A lack of appreciation for broken people, and broken things. Senseless greed. Senseless forgiveness. Senseless mercy. Treachery. Betrayal.
»»» PERSONALITY: Elizabetta's accent would leave even the most learned and experienced linguist squinting with scrutiny. A mixture of middle-eastern, olde English, and subtle inflections reminiscent of Oriental languages. Her haunting gait and devastating beauty alone would be enough to cause most to wonder of her nature in the small hours of the rest of their lives. A vocalist, an instrumentalist, a songwriter, a bookworm, and a philosopher of remarkable insight. Few have had the pleasure of speaking with her and walked away without greater wisdom than they possessed before...and fewer still have survived the monster she is capable of being. For it was not her claws nor fangs one must fear.
It was her patience. Her greatest weapon. Elizabetta was not a monster that could be set into any singular classification nor category. Having no place among her own kind she had been left with but two choices of lifestyle: surrender to the dark shadows of the worlds never to be seen nor heard…or wander through society as a Dragon among sheep. She had not simply accepted the second option. She had embraced it. She had mastered it. She did not just sit in some wealthy estates and live off of succor or sin. No. She had sought to expand her very being with knowledge, culture, and skill. She had gone far beyond simply existing. Truly–without ever once having a beating heart–she had lived. Lived more than any mortal could ever hope to claim.
Have you ever sailed across on ocean? Not just on it. Not captain’d by some yacht boy or some cruise ship. But alone. On a sailboat–surrounded by sea–with no land in sight. Without even the possibility of sighting land for days to come. To stand at the helm of your own destiny. To be the master of your fate. To feel the awe-inspiring horror of struggling against crushing storms wondering if you would be lost to the fathomless depths. Only to know the indescribable triumph of the pink-gold dawn breaking across the horizon; realizing in that moment that nature herself had brought her overwhelming fury to bear…an you had conquered it. This…Elizabetta has done.
She had spent twenty years living in the Buddha Stupa of Boudhanath. With such an altitude that she awoke every morning to the beauty of sweeping views of Kathmandu. Her shaven head giving her all the more ability to blend in, and all the more time to get away with the fact that she did not age. Stealing away in the night unseen to prey upon the vampyres who would dare to venture too close to such a sacred place. The Tibetan Buddhists there taught her the practises of not just treating one’s own body as a temple; but appreciating it as one. They had molded her very unliving soul with mantras, chants, incantations, meditations, philosophies, and wisdoms that would cause the common man to writhe. She achieved an inner harmony in that place that was more mind-blowing than any psychedelic or revelation; and as fragile as a tower of cards. This too she had done.
She had sat upon the railings above the Piazza Del Campo, in Sienna; and felt the surge as a dozen race-horses went thundering by. She had taken holy pilgrimage to Mecca. She has gone diving in the caves of the world others would call pits of darkness. She has lived as a Nomad. Riding horses across Mongolia. Living free and unburdened under the gentle winds of Kyrgzstan. She’d sat at a table outside a cafe across the street from the Eiffel Tower; and enjoyed many more meals in Paris. Some even at the Palais de Vogue. She’d stood on summits, smoked Cubans, and known the breath of pristine oxygen atop the slopes of Everest.……….
…………she’d known the warmth of a wife wrapped in a cool set of sheets. The tug of a heart that once held light; smiling as her daughter asked for just one more hour of Jazz on the radio.
In the very air around her one could know this. One could feel it. The wisdoms, cruelties, horrors, and miracles of eons–ages–neatly packaged in this beautiful horror that sat idle before them. Her face oft found frozen like a gargoyle carved of stone. Her mind caught between cherishing and fighting back. The struggle of memories both too sweet and too bitter to bear.
»»» CURRENT LOCALE: _________ (( T.B.D ))
███████ THE APPEARANCE(S):
»»» HAIR COLOR: Platinum-Silver. The composition and alteration of her hair’s cellular structure has resulted in it becoming this color. What use could she have for altering her hair, one might wonder?
»»» EYE COLOR: Eclipsed Gold. Quite literally resembling a pair of suns eclipsed by some blackened planet; complete with the strange white-gold flames swirling about her pupils.
»»» SCARS: There is a scar upon her chin that seems not to be a scar at all; but a natural part of her anatomy. How curious...what could be it's function?
»»» TATTOOS:: She wears only one tattoo upon her body. It is a traditional Japanese depiction of her own unique form–The Pale Dragon–painted in a full portrait upon her back. This tattoo is known and revered through Japan; and marks her as one of the founding legends of the Inagawa-Kai.
███████ ABILITIES
»»» SPECIALTY: "The Pale Dragon." Elizabetta of the Tzimisce forego all of the spells, rituals, and mysticisms her family had once offered to teach her. Instead she poured her entirety into physical improvement, and the Tzimisce art of flesh-crafting her own physiology. The result is that she is able to manipulate her body into a variety of different offensive capabilities. Most terrible of all is that she may assume a second monstrous form--"The Pale Dragon"--and that horrific monstrosity is notorious even among her own.
»»» FLESH-CRAFT: Alter muscle, fat, and cartilage of one’s own form, and that of corpse flesh. Cannot be used on other living organisms.
»»» BONE-CRAFT: Alter bone of one’s own form, and those of corpses.
»»» PHYSIOLOGICAL ARSENAL: Transform the bones in one’s own body, and increase their carbon density to produce deadly weapons.
»»» BLOOD OF ACID: Permanently make one’s own vitae (blood) highly corrosive to lesser beings. In turn it gains a distinctly delicious flavor for elders/powerful monsters.
»»» GRAFT DEATH TO LIFE: Attach a portion of one person’s corpse to another–living–person in order to repair damages and heal those in need. Cannot be used on one’s own self.
»»» BLOOD OF THE EARTH: Your Blood becomes a viscous substance that burns when it is exposed to the open air.
»»» THE LAST DRAKKUL: Traditional Tzimisce name of the ability which grants her the form of “The Pale Dragon.”
»»» WEAPON: On her person at all times Elizabetta carries a Spartan Blades Les George V14 dagger forged of Obsidian-Silver alloy. In addition to this she carries a forty-five caliber Colt 1911SE-A1 pistol. She does her best to avoid relying on her second form unless backed into an absolute corner.
»»» WEAKNESS: Elizabetta's physiology--while remarkable--is incapable of withstanding the very particular combination of toxic properties in Mercury. Should she inhale the fumes of this substance, let it touch her skin, or--stars forbid--ingest it...there is a likelihood that she will suffer severe if not fatal injury. Additionally, while she can tolerate Fire for a few seconds longer than most vampyres ((due to increasing her own durability)) it will still take less than a minute to break through that defense with flames. Finally, the sunlight is just as fatal to her as it is to any other of her kind. To see a sunrise would be to see her own end.
»»» DIABLERIST: "Diablerie" is the forbidden practice of monster cannibalism. To drink the blood of another supernatural creature. Over time this has subtly altered Elizabetta's physiology. She now gains a great deal of nourishment from consuming supernatural vitae; but in turn she gains almost nothing from devouring humans. Human blood will not heal her wounds nor do much to sate her thirst. It is much a choice of lifestyle as it is a self-imposed biological compulsion.
»»» OTHER SKILLS: In her human form? Elizabetta has incredible agility, reflexes, flexibility, and of course her exceptional intuition. Due to her lack of any real magical ability Elizabetta has poured her efforts into the areas which she does excel. The result is that–even compared to other vampyres–her slender frame hides a Juggernaut-like strength. This incredible force of muscle and mass are dwarfed if she is forced to transform. To face her In the form of "The Pale Dragon?" You must be a being capable of holding your own against a True Monster. To a lesser being or a common enemy?
Run For Your Life.
»»» CURRENT LOCALE: _________ (( T.B.D ))
███████ EXTRA
»»» ROMANCE: Elizabetta is indeed open to romance. Some magical soul who can make her laugh and weep as she did when she was still alive may be just what she never knew she needed. A soul who finds the same undying loyalty in Elizabetta that she–herself–hopes to find in another.
»»» THEME: Upward to the Moon
»»» ANYTHING ELSE: Even among her own kind--among other vampyres--Elizabetta's bite is notorious. She does not have the same jaw as most vampyres. To be bitten by this creature has the potential to make you suffer like never before. The seam in her chin is not simply for show. Through the art of Tzimisce Flesh-Crafting she has created a bite meant not for humans; but other monsters. The lower jaw splits down the center like a lamprey to reveal a massive secondary set of teeth, and a barbed tongue used to latch onto victims. These barbs inject a neurotoxin which will paralyze a lesser (npc) monster during the bite. Beware the Jaws of Elizabetta.
