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The De Lavalles
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The De Lavalles
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Rio de Lavalle
Hell on High Heels
Age: 16 centuries
Appearance:
Complex
The construction of her figure holds the contours, colors and flesh appeal of a woman in her early or mid-twenties. Her natural appearance is a bit intimidating with an elvish touch and impish mischief. Often, she creates a look so intelligent yet so inexplicable, so perverse, sometimes very malicious and accompanied with a whirlwind of spirited emotion. It creates in herself a strange remoteness, an intangibility that turns her to an airy sprite like woman, which after clever ticks and pranks would flit away with a mocking smile or vanish like a beam of light. When provoked, or set off by an easy annoyance, the intangible features become corporeal under a stern gaze of silvery green eyes burning like cigarettes. Her presence is more overbearing and more threatening then a mortal woman's or so quick and vengeful she could be nothing more than a banshee wraith.
Her genetic traits are kept in line except for the strong elven genes that show through in her eyes which have already taken the keen almond shape. When struck by a foul mood, deep interest or any other reason to squint or show a vast array of emotion with her eyes, they are pulled even tighter into the elvish set. Her hair keeps attention off of the slight point of her ears though the points are only noticeable after a good physical study. The traits are often disregarded as vague vampiricy as she has been seen at the throat men. In truth, it's a twisted side of the Blood Elf race.
Her clothing varies on the task at hand or the mood swelling in her system. The array contains shorts, layered tops, clinched waist-baby doll tees, several elegant or short party dresses as her public dress up favorites though she will fall into the lazy attire of the college woman she appears to be and sport sweatpants, flip flops, a t-shirt and the messy bun to complete the appearance. She has a strong sense of pride in her appearance and her own body's assets. Every exposure, every outfit, every dripping of hair is intentional and, when given the chance, is properly checked in any reflective surface.
Simplistic
Skin: Miami Beach tan.
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 132 lbs.
Hair: Mid-length, dark chestnut color, slight waves create a volume that wouldn't constitute as simply being "straight hair"
Eyes: Rich green, almond shape.
Race: [Blood Elf]
Rio keeps her race a secret, rarely letting any traces of it show and never speaking of her origins. Depending on her mood it's harder to hide so on rare occasion blood elf traits show through in the form of fangs or a flash of the eyes, often mistaken for something vampiric.
Powers: Like her race, she keeps her powers secret. Other then the power of manipulation and argument, especially with men, she's shown signs of uncanny speed. She has publicly displayed signs of being a water elemental, gathering it from the air and manipulate it as she pleases and after a freak accident, discovered x-ray vision with the ability to peer through one or two walls in a building.
Other: She was a queen of a cursed island. Long ago, she was a stand in for Queen Elizabeth I for many years, taking her place when she was locked in the tower by Mary. (She is still carrying the refusal to marry a man. Yeah, that was her notion.)
Relationship Status: Divorced and far from desperate. Rio has a hard time embracing love after writing it off as a curse for all the immortal race. She believes that because immortals cannot die, love is only there to hurt them. It forces them to be with a person they think is perfection, their true love, their everything and then, as the centuries pass by them, allowing them to run into old flames repeatedly until insanity takes the place of love and you're left wondering if someone else was actually the one.
That is not to say she is incapable of love. She has loved more deeply then she is able to replicate but since she has given love way once, she claims she can't repeat the act ever again.
Consequently, her current beaus are simply filling a void.
Background: As a demi-god of war, earth bound in war between islands in which he hoped to put an end only to find it took to long, Rio's father had taken some time in the endless months to find some delights in the women of the island, one of which became her mother. She was born and raised in the middle of chaos to a family of fighters. Her mother was no peaceful prize and her father was a self explanatory beast. She was brought up a fighter and thrown into the archery ranks at 14 where by 15 she'd stolen command and her father had stolen the title of King with still no peace in sight. Rio stayed in command of the archery troops for another year before she wanted a chance to be in the Calvary with her brother. Her father immediately declined his daughters request. Rio was just as head strong as him and wanting her way snuck into the ranks anyway. In the heat of battle, Rio's life came to a near end saved only by another member of her army. Her brother had sworn to protect her and failed, dying unfortunately soon after. Having an oath unfulfilled he was sentenced to be her guardian angel. Nearing her 17th birthday, her father's island was nearly lost in the battle. Fearing for her life, her parents commanded their 1st officer to escort the girl off the island, an task not easily completed. After nearly an hour of fighting and screaming, Rio was forced off the island and put on a boat headed for the island nation several leagues off.
As soon as she was inland, she was left in the care of her father's adviser who was quickly ditched. For weeks she tried to find a ship back to the island but nobody would go towards the godforsaken war leaving the young woman stranded inland. The news coming from the captains of the ship about the war grew increasingly grim until she gave up hope on the island and wandered further in land towards the town in hopes of a good sleep and a better plan.
Inland began her escapades with Zaive Wolff. A long twisted journey with on and off romance and bar fights, runs from the law and several late nights. Somewhere in between she took several shots at love falling in with the twisted mind that is Soren Malone staying with him for 10 years before leaving his circus of demons and his life. A decision well regretted only because of his possessive nature and his desire to have her back in his shows and furthermore, his life. Not long after this she fell into a relationship with a man named Seance and somewhere near engagement broke up with him upon a scared impulse, emotional stress and several bad decisions. After a few more heart breaks and mistakes the woman grew a bit defensive if not a little cold hearted. Years after her fall out with Seance she met a man named Grave Chaos who took her to a realm known as the Second World and in her rush to escape misery and the strange curse thrown upon her for the take over of an island - where she was now queen, she threw herself into a desperate relationship with him which ended up in a marriage. From the marriage came four kids and a messed up extended family. The first decades were fine but as kids and problems came, her husband and his family fall apart and she could no longer find the refuge in him which she had married him for. When her youngest son left home, she promptly left her husband having no reason to keep the family together and being unable to to cope with the sudden dependency her husband had developed. Added to her decision was the reappearances of several old flames and an interesting new one. The emotional stress, though crudely masked under an icy exterior, became her own downfall in the relationship making her decision final and necessary.
Her time now is spent wandering from recent acquaintances, mostly in argument and mental games with the occasional caring conversation.
"Rio" - Duran Duran
Moving on the floor now, babe you're a bird of paradise
Cherry ice cream smile, I suppose it's very nice
With a step to your left and a flick to the right, you catch that mirror way out west
You know you're something special and you look like you're the best
Her name is Rio and she dances on the sand
Just like that river twisting through a dusty land
And when she shines she really shows you all she can
Oh Rio, Rio dance across the Rio Grande
Her name is Rio she don't need to understand
And I might find her if I'm looking like I can.
Exerts from: "Space Dementia" - Muse
You make me sick because I adore you so
I love all the dirty tricks
And twisted games you play on me/
Karuma Fitch [de Lavalle]
The Sight.
Alias: 'Affectionately' referred to as "The Gypsy Punk" by his brother.
Age: 168 years.
DOB: 1842
Race:
[dominant trait] Immortal Clairvoyant
[recessive trait] Lycan
Appearance: It's an undeniable fact that his height, clothing and stature make Karuma appear as a twenty year old abercrombie model. His natural hair color was a dirty blonde which he died a black, blue sheened color in hopes to keep some recognition off him. There always seems to be a light scowl on Karuma's face which pulls pale, crystal blue eyes into a mild, glaring squint but when he smiles it dissolves like a fog. The natural 'scowling' features were inherited from his mother, the same source of a large amount of his looks. He has three earrings in his left ear which he turns when he is troubled, thinking, or, most commonly, lying. He keeps his left hand bandaged with black cloth to hide uncountable deep tissue scars on the palm which have only been seen by his ex girlfriend and an old childhood friend.
Skills: He can teleport like no other and his powers of telekinesis are very sharp. He can jump off a castle tower and use telekinesis in such a way to land and survive the fall. It almost cost him his life to perfect. His main power is that of an oracle. He can see into future, past and present and, with a simple touch to artifact or person be able to see these elements of time as well. The power of preminitions. Sometimes they come to him in sudden flashes or twisted dreams. In the dreams he tends to sleepwalk, talk and other things. The only way to tell is by the glow in his already blind looking eyes and by how much sense he makes if he talks, even whether or not it's english. If he is ever drunk it is advised you stay away or you'll be burned with an image to the point where you are physically ill. When pushed to points of extreme pain, Karuma is most likely to loose control of his powers in destructive bursts.
Weakness: Ghosts and other spirits practically criple the young man. Their presence alone causes him head aches, chills, aches and if to close to long even stomach sickness. Upon their touch he is forced to drop to his knees in a near screaming agony.
Being drunk. It causes his visions to come in dizzying rates to him making him weaker and vulnerable.
Bites to the neck. If you look like or even run your fingers along his neck, Karuma will freak, shudder and pull away.
Personality: Karuma has a mild temper, occasionally a little hot headed, slightly blunt. He isn't very open to other people since his premonitions prove to be an annoying problem and people constantly harass him to see their future like some gypsy. That's not to say he's a jerk to strangers just not as relaxed as he could be. His personality is also a bit 'older brother' in that he picks on people close to him but when it comes down to it he'd do anything for them. Only he can bother them. He also likes the feeling of superiority and importance in small groups but feels overwhelmed in large crowds, normally remaining quite and observing.
Background: Karuma was the first born to a young, royal couple. He was their only son for quite a few years, growing close to his mother until he reached his teens where by a curse he chose to draw away from both parents. He was a trickster and an adventurer getting in more trouble then it was worth barely slowing down when a magic safety net used to catch him when jumping a tower failed and nearly cost him his life. Since the incident he spent a good deal of his down time trying to perfect the feat and in doing so uncovered some high level magic. Eventually, he was no longer an only child and wound up with a younger sister and two younger brothers only growing close to his younger sister whom he practically had to raise since his mother had gone into a depression upon the miscarriage of his sister's twin and his father was never any help. Once he had reached his late teens, his relationship with his mother and siblings was close yet loose and he'd disregarded his father all together never understanding what the man wanted from him and having already seen the disaster he would cause. In fact, everything Karuma had seen in the future had effected the way he'd grown up, causing odd moods and drastic relationship changes.
Relationship: A single who is not desperately looking. Unless an unforgettable impression has been made on him, he is somewhat oblivious to potential relationships. He tries to avoid senseless emotions since preminitions can ruin the best of things.
Evita de Lavalle
Innocence
Age: 164 - Immortal to natural causes of death.
Race: Halfling Blood Elf.
Appearance: A black haired angel, fair of skin though, like her mother carries an unusual hint of tan which discredits the vampire theories surrounding the family. A girl of average height: 5'5". A very shy girl, she tends to hide the dazzling jade eyes by casting them to the ground and often wears her hair surrounding her face. Her clothing is modest, covering chest and stomach though according to the seasons her arms or legs show. She dresses to keep a low key but, under her mother's raising has learned a higher class of fashion.
Personality: Evita is very shy, even more shy then a young child. She doesn't speak much to people unless spoken to, or in her mother's frequent parties, is required as the Princess to great the guests. Her shyness contributes to the fact that she keeps to herself and is perfectly happy being on her own. Yet, beautiful girls are never left alone and her beauty plays a terribly cruel twist of fate in her life. Evita's emotions must also be kicked down a level from normal human beings. Her face is always set in a peaceful position. Where a normal person would grin, she would just begin to smile. Their laughter is her grin. Their breathless, on the ground about to piss themselves with laughter is finally, Evita's melodic laughter. She has never been heard laughing by anyone but her brothers. They can attest that the sound of it is an angelic, chilling thing.
Skills: As long as she can touch someone, she can persuade them to do anything she wants or cast an unusual sense of peace over them.
Strengths:Protection by her Guardian angel
Weaknesses: Being alone in large, loud crowds. Lavished attention.
Relationship: Her beauty drives men to her but her shyness frustrates them, giving many the idea that she's just being rude to them and would rather they screw off. Many men catch onto her shyness and are quiet persistent which results in her constant disappearance. She prefers calmer spirits. In easy words, a man who is like a father. Understands the scared, quiet needs of a child but can put that understanding against a mature woman.
Background: Evita was born a twin. Her twin was dead upon birth. As she grew up, the devastating event remained in both parents mind, tearing them apart from each other and herself. Her brother, Karuma, spent many hours with her to teach her things and play with her while their mother suffered long term depression and their father was unable to handle either situation. Eventually, Rio's head straightened out and she cared for her daughter to lavish extents. Evita grew up beautifully, but a dark rumor had spread through the town that the tiny twin had cast some dark magic to kill her sister and steal her beauty and power. Rio tried desperately to put the rumors down and protect her daughter. Her island was a highly nit and magic run society and the gossip could not be contained. The cruel accusations seemed to spread on the wind itself. Eventually, it came to Evita's attention. The accusations scarred her. She knew she was a beautiful girl, unnaturally beautiful. When she heard at a young, impressionable age that the reason she was that pretty was because she stole it from her sister and killed her, Evita was left believing the gossip. It stirred a sickness in her and she grew to hate herself, to hate her beauty and everything she was. The toddler grew up quietly and shy, wanting no one to see her, to see her beauty, the mark of what she'd done. Her mother and her brother talked her through it, convincing her that the town was simply jealous, the elders had hated Rio for her conquest of the island and were only saying the things to hurt Rio. They were able to console Evita but it wasn't enough to erase the dark thoughts. They lingered and grew up with her, leaving her convinced that she had stolen her sisters beauty and power and with it, her life.
Caleb de Lavalle
The Lover
The Lover
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Age: 18
Race: Half Neko
Alias: None worth publicizing.
Marital Status: Single
Appearance:
Complex
Caleb is an almost awkwardly tall young man, though completely proportional, the tall figure is so slim it appears he was stretched to the height. His figure isn't sickly, or completely stick like. He was blessed with some of his mother's color and meat on his bones courtesy of a eating wraps and desert. He is a man of many colors. His hairstyles vary depending upon his gig that night but the general length stays the same. The color of his hair is dyed to compliment his clothes, though often times settling for easy colors such as blondes and blacks in his hair as to go with a vast array of colors. His eyes are an innocent galactic blue reflecting an pure, unadulterated charm onto his face and smile. He is normally wearing a form hugging shirt, or several layers, and hates having his sleeves go past his elbows claiming it's "restricting". He has the rainbow of colored jeans and usually accessorizes with a studded belt. And of course, converses. However, on the rarity of taking a dj-ing gig, he will dress to blend in the club scene.
Simplistic
Height: 6' 6"
Weight: 174 lbs
Skin Tone: Fair skin tone - not tanned, not pale. Colored. Slight discoloration to the right arm in the form of notable white skinned scars.
Hair: Short, shaggy blonde. Dyed & often times streaked with any color he "feels like".
Eyes: Clear, denim blue broken up by a star burst of white exploding from the pupils out.
Skills:
Caleb has an unnatural gift for music and is creating a buzz in his music uprising. His main focus is on guitar & lead singing in his band, Delta. On the side he plays all genres of piano and violin, even creating his own melodies. The majority of which are created in the angelic presence of his younger sister. In his past, he would dj for night clubs.
Under duress, he will tap into his genetic skills of heightened speed, agility and sense of hearing. In some cases, when the threat is great or, ironically the pleasure, he displays the neko side of him that he absolutely despises.
Weakness:
Cat traits. Caleb would rather lock himself in a closet before he went out into public with cat ears poking out on his head, a tail or even purring. He goes into a high level of self pity when the traits show up and it reveals an unpleasant and surprising change in attitude from the normal charming young man.
Current girlfriends also prove to be a weakness. He'd do nearly anything for the girl holding that position. Anything but give up music.
Music - the third weakness. Caleb is a sucker for a melody and his impulse to please the crowd, rather then be a part of it causes him a great agony in social gatherings where the stuffy feeling causes his heart ache for the feeling of an instrument in his hands.
Strengths:
Devotion, dedication and charm enable Caleb to become a rather unstoppable force. He doesn't believe in backing out on obligations, promises and expectations and will go to almost every end to find a way to accomplish a task or placate a treasured being.
Personality:
Raised on his mother's strict policy of chivalry and respect, Caleb is a well mannered young man bubbling over with a shy charm. Obedient to his roots, he puts other people before himself, especially the people he cares for such as his older sister, his mother and most importantly, his love interest. His enjoyment is derived from the contentment of other people, thus why the young man thrives in the entertainment business. On a more personal level, outside of the limelight, he can be a bit quieter but his thoughts and emotions come out in understood expressions and simple body language.
Relationships:
Caleb's current romantic relationship revolves around Lillian Ruby. He revolves his life around Lilly [and music] simply because she is what makes him happy. It's like being in Kindergarten for him. There are no complications, they're just best friends. At least, that's how they let it lie on the surface, a silent agreement both are okay with.
Straight orientation [despite anything Tyler Woulf would have to say about it]
Background:
As the youngest of three kids, Caleb got a along with his family to the usual extents, especially his mother and older sister turning him into quite the lady charmer. Being the youngest he either got in trouble or babied although, he had a strange nature that kept him out of trouble and under praise. He was fond of making people happy, of pleasing them in a peculiar way. Under his mother's careful influence, he picked up piano and then guitar and uncovered an amazing knack for music. The interest kept him at home, fettered to the instruments and out of the normal experiences of most growing children which transformed him into an innocent, utterly naive teen. At the age of 15 he was set loose on the world, in the most boggling of atmospheres - the night clubs and the raves. The distance the dj was allowed of course kept some of his innocence in tack. However, his deep interest in music and connections from the mixing industry led to a career in music. These under ground connections led him to a life long friend and long time band mate, Tyler Woulf. The two have formed a strange bond of dependency. Caleb needing Tyler to keep the band alive and Tyler needed Caleb to keep himself alive. Their bond is a toll on Caleb, wearing away at his naive nature and often times shattering his peace of mind and cheerful countenance. Not only has the mentally tearing aspect been a factor, but the physically tearing as a constant scar on the arm reminds Caleb. However, the band means more to Caleb[it's fame thrilling him and the dedication of the fans, his personal high] then the hardships and therefore, Delta is still going strong today.
