Rayne_Clowd
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Hunting The Lady of Roses - (closed) Rayne_Clowd & EesomeBeastie
Name:Elenore Rose Gratouse ( Lady Of Roses )
Age: 578 , Oct 12th 1812
Hair: redish blond
Eyes: violet
Turned: 1839 age 27
Home: Gratouse Manor she has lived here her whole 578 years but has traveled the world.
BIO: Elenore Rose Gratous or Lady Of Roses as she has been called and known through out history as. Was not born a vampire she was turned in 1839 by a lord she had fallen in love with. He broke her heart and stole her life, and caused her to be the vicious callous creature she now was.
One could not remain innocent and pure after blood lust caused by the man you loved forced you to kill your entire family without mercy sucking their blood dry before you gained your senses and found what you had done and what you had become. Elenore could still hear his vial mocking laugh as he left her slumped on the cold marble floor of her home in a warm pool of her parents blood, her baby sister cradled in her arms, a drained corps with shock and blood curdling horror on the small child's face. His taunting words etched on her soul "I have embrace you my child for eternity" do not mistake this to be said with love or for affection, it was a curse Lord Evan Bruso bestowed on her as he fled from the scene of his latest crime.
Elenore remained lifeless on the floor surrounded by the drained bodies of loved ones for as long as her body could allow, as the dawn approached she became overwhelmingly tired and her eyes burned from the glare coming trough the widows and from her unshed tears. The metallic taste of blood stale in her mouth and her own gut wrenching rage surged her back to life. Elenore took refuge in the basement of the family home, vowing that when night fell she would pay her final respects to her family and then she would hunt him down and make him suffer in the bowels of hell for what he forced her to endure with the bite of his fangs.
And she had, when night had cloaked the manor in a protective darkness Elenore emerged from the basement a different being and one by one she buried her loved ones and her heart at the rear of the manor under her mothers prized rose bushes. She had then spent the next century trying to keep that vow, poetically in 1927 she found Lord Evan Bruso sating his lust and thirst on a terrified Chinese girl.
He was impersonating a member of the British troops. Troops who had just landed in Shanghai, his disguise may convince mortals but had not fooled Elenore, his face and his eyes where burned onto her soul. She could smell his very essence and it fanned the fire of her rage so much so that the memory of his demise was blocked from her conscious, the first thing she remembers about that night is his lifeless corps slumped over the dead Chinese girl and the fragrance of the blood red rose she brought to her nose inhaled and then dropped with satisfaction onto his corpse.
The a single red rose had been her calling card over the years, a sadistic reminder to herself of what she had lost. Every time she fed from a human she left behind the drained corpse and a single red rose. This is how she came to be known as "Lady of the roses".
With every rose she left, she also left behind her soul and one by one as the body toll accumulated to a point she could no longer keep count. Elenore became heartless, cold, and the evil being she now was.
It was the year 2390 and oh how the world had changed and remodeled itself, her kind now rained supreme and humans where little more then cattle to the creatures of the night. Sure it was becoming harder to source natural born humans but genetically engineered was still satisfying to the hunger. Humanity had tried to strike back thinking that the over population of humans was the cause for the monster uprising.
But of course this was a naive notion as the so called monsters had been around as long as humanity, it was only because of the horrific wars and the down fall of society in general that had allowed what was once hidden to be revealed. And of course once you peek behind the wizards curtain what you had thought to be real is suddenly all but an illusion.
There were few things Elenore bothered to hate but at the top of her list were vampires, she loathed her own kind. Second on that list were the vampire hunters, hunters that she had been avoiding for decades just to live a life she despised. Occasionally she tolerated one or two of her own kind to satisfy the sexual urges that were sometimes as strong as her blood lust, humans tended to break during such rough play.
Elenore lived the life of a wealthy recluse. Her only links to the past, were her home and the fact she still continued her ritual of leaving a single red rose beside the corpses she drained nightly to feed her life force. Because of her feeding selections she had a healthy bank account and was able to purchase comforts that most would dream of. She had discovered how men would tell you anything if they thought it would save there lives, what was a little insider trading to save yourself from death........of course it never did, once she gained what she needed they too were left with nothing but a rose.
Tonight she had returned to her manor early, not bothering with fine food. Instead choosing something quick and easy, like a taxi driver smoking in an alley way waiting on his hooker girlfriend. She now bathed in a hot bubble bath and watched the rain dribble down the window like droplets of blood running down a victims neck. She had no plans this evening, she could feel the fire between her thighs desiring a vampire encounter but she had none on hand to satisfy her needs.
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Name:Elenore Rose Gratouse ( Lady Of Roses )
Age: 578 , Oct 12th 1812
Hair: redish blond
Eyes: violet
Turned: 1839 age 27
Home: Gratouse Manor she has lived here her whole 578 years but has traveled the world.
BIO: Elenore Rose Gratous or Lady Of Roses as she has been called and known through out history as. Was not born a vampire she was turned in 1839 by a lord she had fallen in love with. He broke her heart and stole her life, and caused her to be the vicious callous creature she now was.
One could not remain innocent and pure after blood lust caused by the man you loved forced you to kill your entire family without mercy sucking their blood dry before you gained your senses and found what you had done and what you had become. Elenore could still hear his vial mocking laugh as he left her slumped on the cold marble floor of her home in a warm pool of her parents blood, her baby sister cradled in her arms, a drained corps with shock and blood curdling horror on the small child's face. His taunting words etched on her soul "I have embrace you my child for eternity" do not mistake this to be said with love or for affection, it was a curse Lord Evan Bruso bestowed on her as he fled from the scene of his latest crime.
Elenore remained lifeless on the floor surrounded by the drained bodies of loved ones for as long as her body could allow, as the dawn approached she became overwhelmingly tired and her eyes burned from the glare coming trough the widows and from her unshed tears. The metallic taste of blood stale in her mouth and her own gut wrenching rage surged her back to life. Elenore took refuge in the basement of the family home, vowing that when night fell she would pay her final respects to her family and then she would hunt him down and make him suffer in the bowels of hell for what he forced her to endure with the bite of his fangs.
And she had, when night had cloaked the manor in a protective darkness Elenore emerged from the basement a different being and one by one she buried her loved ones and her heart at the rear of the manor under her mothers prized rose bushes. She had then spent the next century trying to keep that vow, poetically in 1927 she found Lord Evan Bruso sating his lust and thirst on a terrified Chinese girl.
He was impersonating a member of the British troops. Troops who had just landed in Shanghai, his disguise may convince mortals but had not fooled Elenore, his face and his eyes where burned onto her soul. She could smell his very essence and it fanned the fire of her rage so much so that the memory of his demise was blocked from her conscious, the first thing she remembers about that night is his lifeless corps slumped over the dead Chinese girl and the fragrance of the blood red rose she brought to her nose inhaled and then dropped with satisfaction onto his corpse.
The a single red rose had been her calling card over the years, a sadistic reminder to herself of what she had lost. Every time she fed from a human she left behind the drained corpse and a single red rose. This is how she came to be known as "Lady of the roses".
With every rose she left, she also left behind her soul and one by one as the body toll accumulated to a point she could no longer keep count. Elenore became heartless, cold, and the evil being she now was.
It was the year 2390 and oh how the world had changed and remodeled itself, her kind now rained supreme and humans where little more then cattle to the creatures of the night. Sure it was becoming harder to source natural born humans but genetically engineered was still satisfying to the hunger. Humanity had tried to strike back thinking that the over population of humans was the cause for the monster uprising.
But of course this was a naive notion as the so called monsters had been around as long as humanity, it was only because of the horrific wars and the down fall of society in general that had allowed what was once hidden to be revealed. And of course once you peek behind the wizards curtain what you had thought to be real is suddenly all but an illusion.
There were few things Elenore bothered to hate but at the top of her list were vampires, she loathed her own kind. Second on that list were the vampire hunters, hunters that she had been avoiding for decades just to live a life she despised. Occasionally she tolerated one or two of her own kind to satisfy the sexual urges that were sometimes as strong as her blood lust, humans tended to break during such rough play.
Elenore lived the life of a wealthy recluse. Her only links to the past, were her home and the fact she still continued her ritual of leaving a single red rose beside the corpses she drained nightly to feed her life force. Because of her feeding selections she had a healthy bank account and was able to purchase comforts that most would dream of. She had discovered how men would tell you anything if they thought it would save there lives, what was a little insider trading to save yourself from death........of course it never did, once she gained what she needed they too were left with nothing but a rose.
Tonight she had returned to her manor early, not bothering with fine food. Instead choosing something quick and easy, like a taxi driver smoking in an alley way waiting on his hooker girlfriend. She now bathed in a hot bubble bath and watched the rain dribble down the window like droplets of blood running down a victims neck. She had no plans this evening, she could feel the fire between her thighs desiring a vampire encounter but she had none on hand to satisfy her needs.