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Zyvian Toff
slave Nickname: Zy
Age: 16
Birthday: Spring
Sexuality: Bi (Prefers men) Hair color: Brassy BlondEye color: Pale Blue/GrayHeight: Five foot Six inchesWeight: One hundred ten poundsTattoos, piercings, birthmarks: Zy has a single Tattoo at the base of her neck, between her shoulder blades; as well a bellybutton piercing, and her ear piercing three times on each side.Personality: Zyvian is now rather quite, nearly fearful in personality. She is shy, and wont speak unless directly addressed, and flinches if voices are raised or a hand is lifted in anger. She never raises her eyes from the ground, and she rarely speaks over a whisper.
Abuse has pushed yer young mind to the brink, and many say she has snapped. She rambles when she speaks at times, other times she says things that make utterly no sense in the least.
Zyvian has trouble trusting anyone, and is rather hard to get close to, though those few she trusts are the few who get to see what sort of person she is beneath her scarred and nearly insane outward personality.Likes: Zyvian seems to enjoy reading above all else, though she holds a faint smile while she does chores that involve organizing. She has always liked to smell roses, though she often takes a nibble or two from the petals when she has them.
She enjoys eating sugar cubes with salt, and has been known to hide such treats in her pockets when no one is looking. With time to herself, Zyvian often wanders to places that are dark, such as under her bed, or high such as the highest point on the rooftop.
The rest of her enjoyments are small things. The wind on her face after a rainstorm, or the sound a horses hoof makes when it clatters over cobblestone, the flash of lightening on the sky.Dislikes: For all of Zyvians good and sweet qualities, she holds quite a streak of hate and anger within her. She dislikes doorways, and window frames, and never leaves ether open. She cannot stand clutter or mess, or dirt; and if she cant clean it up she seems to grow very agitated and nearly twitchy.
She doesn't seem to like cats in any way, frowning when in their presence, though she acts nearly cat like herself at times. She seems standoffish towards most animals, disliking them in general. She wont go near barns, or hay especially; nor does she seem to like fire, flinching when the embers crack.Fears: There are only a few things Zyvian truly fears, the raised and angered voice; even if the anger is directed to another she seems to panic. Whips, or sticks held in a way used for hitting. The removal of her collar, or attempted removal causes her to curl up on the floor and shake.
She shys away from the sounds of thunder, the loud noise, or any loud noise for that matter causing her to cower.Origin: The birthplace of Zyvian Toff is unknown. She was a slave since she was a child, and never knew her parents. Getting a straight answer out of her about her past is more than difficult.History: Zyvian Toff was born in a small village of poor farmers. Born to a man who had no desire for daughters when sons were needed to help work the farms. When Zyvian was old enough to be weined from her mother, she was sold into slavery in exchange for three breeding pigs.
Her first master was an elderly woman who had wanted a daughter for many years since her children had all grown up. Zy was dressed in clothes constantly, her hair tied up in bows, and she would serve tea and cookies to the old woman's friends. Though after eight years with the old woman, she finally passed on, leaving her property to her son.
The son, thinking Zyvian a ruined slave for having been pampered so, sold her to the auction block as a 'lost cause'. She was bought some time later by a cruel man who claimed he could break her spirit and reform her into the perfect slave.
for the next six years, Zyvian faced utter hell. She was referred to as a cow, a beast of burden who would be used as the master saw fit or killed. Six years of beatings, and labor, living in unsanitary conditions, and getting locked in small crates had left her broken. Her slave master calls it victory, and now, yet again she was sold to the market. And awaits to be bought once more.Habits: Zyvian has a habit for obsessive organization. Be it sugar cubes in a dish, books on the shelf, or plates in the cabinet, everything must be in its proper order, straight and aligned, and fitting perfectly. She is known to take small things, things that will not be missed, small slivers of butter, or sugar, napkins or socks without a mate.
One of her more annoying traits is how she chews her nails. Always biting and nipping at her fingers, sometimes even till her fingers bleed.Greatest ambition // dream: Not that she would ever say it, or admit to it, she would like to be free and to travel to all the places of the world, learning all that there is to know. If she could have all the time in the world, she would spend every moment reading, or learning something. Extra: Zyvian has numerous scars on her back, marks from whips, and scars on her wrists and ankles from shackles that were to tight.Username: InsatiableVampire
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Rules
1) Follow the ToS
2) Put effort into your RP. Get detailed and descriptive!
3) No killing others less they tell you to.
4) Follow my vampire lore (I'm picky!)
5) PM me your Char profile before you post!
6) Have fun!
Vampire Lore
Vampires have been spoken about through the ages, but their skills and abilities vary drastically. Most which is told are lies, fantasy created by storytellers for dramatic effect or the vampires themselves.
Truths
Vampires are immortal, and unageing. They possess a supernatural strength, and agility far superior to that of any human, and require the life blood of others to retain this power. Vampires need blood to remain immortal, without it to rejuvenate them, a Vampire will weaken and age, but will never die, only live in a state of agony and be to week to rise and feed. Though only a small amount of blood is needed each night for a vampire to remain in their perfected form.
Vampires have an unnatural charisma about them. People generally enjoy their company while in ignorance; though most, when the realization of what creature stands before them, fall into a primal terror. Pray before the predator.
Vampires can often influence others around them, dominate the minds of those weak willed and fearful.
Sunlight, a stake through the heart, or blood starvation are the only true ways to stop a vampire, though they are bound by mortal means of transportation, and obstacles.
The only way to become a vampire is to take the blood of one and drink it, while the vampire drains you of your life.
Lies
A vampire cannot turn into a bat, nor mist, or any animal or manifestation other than their self. Vampires cannot fly, or walk up walls, nor do they all have red eyes. Crosses, garlic and holywater have no effect upon them, though many vampires love to pretend this true to give mortals the false hope of protection.
A vampires bite heals as any other wound, it does not turn you into a ghoul or any other such creature. Vampires can eat things beside blood, but it has no effect on them other than taste. They do not need to eat food or drink, it is for purely pleasurable or social reasons.
Black List
(you so don't want to be here)
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Briarthorn CastleThis is the central castle of Briarthorn Woods, home to the Dark Nobility of vampires. The castle is built upon the stone cliffs of a lake which encircles it on both the eastern and southern sides. The waters of this lake are still as glass and cold as ice. An eerie mist constantly clings to its surface, giving it a haunted feeling when one looks upon it. On the northern end of the castle, spanning out for numerous acres is the courtyard, on the western side lays the entry gates. All around the castle, spanning for miles is the Briarthorn Wood itself. Briarthorn WoodThe woods that surround the castle are thick with oak trees, twisting roots cover the ground and bare trunks leaving little to climb on. Thorned ivy thrives here, covering most of the ground and clinging to the trees. But the danger of the woods is not the plants, but the creatures that dwell within the shadows. Claw marks disfigure many of the trees, blood staining stones and bark. No bones or bodies, only tale-tell signs of death. Glowing yellow eyes watch from the shadows, and the deeper you walk into the wood the more vulnerable and exposed you feel. Whispers echo just beyond recognition, and the sound of something following just out of sigh is all you hear. Castle GatesThe castle gates are made of thick rod iron, with metalworking of curving vines; placed for both decoration a swell as to keep any space far to small to pass through.These elaborate gates are embedded into dark stone walls that guard the castle from the beasts of the Briarthorn Wood, stone Gargoyles watch from the highest points of the posts; their faces mangled in a persistent rage. There is a thin road which a carriage rides along on occasion, but for the most part the gates remain closed. There is a small fountain in the entry courtyard, of two women holding up a sphere, their bodies nude save for the modestly clinging cloth. Water bubbles from the sphere , and splatters down the figures stone bodies into a pool below them. The doors to the castle are large and heavy. Made of oak and reinforced with more metalworking vines. Stone steps lead up to this door, and on ether side rest twisted metal stands which hold oil burning lamps. The entry way is intimidatingly large, the doors reaching up beyond ten feet in height. The stone walls give off a chill, the small oil born flames always flickering as though even the fire was weakened by this buildings cold. CourtyardThe garden courtyard is guarded from the wood by large stone walls which are covered in thick ivy and rosebushes. The two have entwine their thorns to vines and climb ever higher along the walls. The grass and stone laden walkways make this a lush garden of noble design. Decorative statues and fountains can be found throughout the garden, and isolated places to sit dot along the lakefront, hidden under large weeping willows. It is a peaceful place, calming and protected. A sweet smell of roses and musk from the Willows always int he air. The view of the lake, and often the reflection of the rising moon gives an almost magical feeling to this part of the castle. Castle interiorInside the castle, most of the rooms are the same in elaborate design. Thick wine red carpets cover the floors, keeping the stone chill at bay. The walls covered in tapestrys or paintings, having oil lamps placed throughout the halls to give off a moderate light. Tables of dark wood, glossed to a good finish. Large fireplaces, and overstuffed chairs of fine black cloth. The first floor is devoted to daily living. Sitting rooms, lounges, dining rooms, the kitchens, and balcony which overlooks the lake. The second floor was devoted to that of the residence bedchambers. Each designed specifically to the owners specifications. The subfloor belongs to the slaves. Still decorated in the same way as the rest of the house, no expense was spared; but these rooms held locks upon them. An elaborate prison, but a prison none the less.
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