DelilaSophia
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I'll introduce myself ooc first. I'm Delila Sophia for Literotica purposes and I'm fairly young (over 18, of course). I thought I'd give this particular rp thing a go. I guess I'm an advanced role-player. I've been doing it for five years. This particular thread will feature one or both of my vampire characters Bianca and Vivienne. More about them below. Please be aware that my vampires may work a bit differently than the stereotype. They still drink blood, but when they are feeding both they and their victim feel a sexual like pleasure. They aren't bothered by religious symbols and have some tolerance to sunlight. They can see their reflection in a mirror. They heal very quickly, etc. Now, on to the girls! By the way, I play only straight characters, no bis or lesbians.
VIVIENNE
Her full name is Vivienne Tremayne. She was born in 1699 and her family has been involved in top of the line fashion since before she was born. She is a very elegant, refined and secretly erotic woman. She is perhaps in her early twenties in appearance, petite and slender with exceptionally long raven black hair that falls just below her buttocks and emerald green eyes. She moderately endowed, probably a B cup for those who like to know that. She is very open minded and could easy "go" with any male character as far as him being human or demon or vampire or angel or whatever you desire. Some interesting notes about her that might play in:
- she is a healer for others
- she has an interesting power to make roses bloom and hydrokinesis (control over water)
- she has some ability to eject energy (kinda like beams or blasts)
- she has retractable wings
BIANCA
Bianca was born in the 1800s and is much more the typical vampire in terms of bloodlust. She is still borderline on the good vs. evil thing and could be pulled either way. She has sapphire blue eyes, long straight black hair that brushes her hips. She is also slender and about the same build as Vivienne. The one really unique thing about her she is always accompanied by three satyrs (the little goat men). I warn you they can get annoying and the only way to get away from them without stirring up trouble is to convince Bianca to dismiss them, unless you're a higher demon or vampire, then you can dismiss them yourself.
PLOT- Bianca
The pale female swept past the initial groups of lingering people in the crowded club. Most of the women in the bar were tan and skimpily clad. Bianca's smooth, flawless, white flesh was actually fairly well covered in a long black satin gown. The top half of the dress rose up to cover both of her round, modest breasts, dipping down between them to expose the bare, smooth path that seemed even more erotic perhaps than if her breasts had been exposed. A pair of slender straps held the garment up and in place. The clingy satin hugged her slim hips and was slit up the right side of the skirt to reveal several inches of fishnet hosiery, then the over-the-knee red latex boots that served as her footwear for the evening. Her long, raven hair was left to fall down her back like a seemingly endless river of ebony, the final tendrils of which brushed her smooth buttocks. She wore no makeup, but her soft lips were an almost unnatural shade of crimson. Her features were scuplted and classic, she was young, though; she didn't look a day over eighteen.
Bianca was eternally young. A creature born once of humans, then again by the way of a vampire elder. A young, inexperienced elder who had wanted the ripening young body for nothing but his own pleasure for night after night of bloodlust and passion lust. Certainly, they'd had their good time for five months and then he'd abandoned her with no warning and no goodbye. But that was in the past, over one hundred and twenty years in the past and that night Bianca didn't wish to think of that.That night Bianca was on the prowl.
Being around so many people had once driven Bianca to fits, but now she was able to control her desires, both sexual and vampiric. Her sapphire eyes darted around the crowded room a few times, taking in all the details, mentally selecting a couple men she might be interested in. However, her current path was linear, straight for the bar.
Contrary to popular belief, she could drink. So many people were misled to think vampires only consumed blood, but it was not so. Of course, they required blood to survive, that was true, but Bianca loved food and wine. She just didn't consume either in large portions since her body metabolized hemoglobin, but her body still required some of the other basic nutrients and vitamins as a human body might.
She finally reached the bar and seated herself daintily on a barstool crossing her slender legs gracefully.
PLOT- Vivienne
The vampiress had chosen that evening for a nice, quiet stroll in the park near her estate. The evening was pleasantly balmy and she had allowed the sheer black wrap once draped around her slender shoulder to fall, exposing her elegant alabaster shoulders, neck and a good portion of her chest.
The strappy, heeled sandals that served has footwear clicked lightly on the sidewalk in time with her leisurely step. The rest of her body was clad in a simple black velvet dress, something like an evening gown with thin straps and a low neckline that exposed her moderate breasts on down to jusy an inch about her nipples. The tiny buds were pushing against the fabric of her bra, excited by the breeze the caressed her body.
Her long black hair was braided in a single plate that seemed to rest between her rounded buttocks when she paused her journey every few steps to look at this flower or that nocturnal creature.
She continued along the path, long fingers brushing across the tightly closed rose buds. Behind her, they slowed opened, blooming into full-blown red and white roses like bread crumbs lining her path.
As much as she was enjoying her lovely stroll, she was lonely. Vivienne had never before taken a lover or a husband. Certainly, she'd been courted, but her cause had always been of greater importance to her than bodily pleasures. Everyone who had met her knew that. What they didn't know was her virginty was still intact. She long ago learned the art or self pleasure, but she couldn't help but wonder what it would be like.
It was amusing in a cruel sort of way. One of the most powerful vampires in existence was a over three hundred year old virgin. She was glad it hadn't hurt her reputation so far. She needed to keep her stature to remain a holder of some power. But still...fantasies that would have made even the foulest of demons hot filled her mind.
VIVIENNE
Her full name is Vivienne Tremayne. She was born in 1699 and her family has been involved in top of the line fashion since before she was born. She is a very elegant, refined and secretly erotic woman. She is perhaps in her early twenties in appearance, petite and slender with exceptionally long raven black hair that falls just below her buttocks and emerald green eyes. She moderately endowed, probably a B cup for those who like to know that. She is very open minded and could easy "go" with any male character as far as him being human or demon or vampire or angel or whatever you desire. Some interesting notes about her that might play in:
- she is a healer for others
- she has an interesting power to make roses bloom and hydrokinesis (control over water)
- she has some ability to eject energy (kinda like beams or blasts)
- she has retractable wings
BIANCA
Bianca was born in the 1800s and is much more the typical vampire in terms of bloodlust. She is still borderline on the good vs. evil thing and could be pulled either way. She has sapphire blue eyes, long straight black hair that brushes her hips. She is also slender and about the same build as Vivienne. The one really unique thing about her she is always accompanied by three satyrs (the little goat men). I warn you they can get annoying and the only way to get away from them without stirring up trouble is to convince Bianca to dismiss them, unless you're a higher demon or vampire, then you can dismiss them yourself.
PLOT- Bianca
The pale female swept past the initial groups of lingering people in the crowded club. Most of the women in the bar were tan and skimpily clad. Bianca's smooth, flawless, white flesh was actually fairly well covered in a long black satin gown. The top half of the dress rose up to cover both of her round, modest breasts, dipping down between them to expose the bare, smooth path that seemed even more erotic perhaps than if her breasts had been exposed. A pair of slender straps held the garment up and in place. The clingy satin hugged her slim hips and was slit up the right side of the skirt to reveal several inches of fishnet hosiery, then the over-the-knee red latex boots that served as her footwear for the evening. Her long, raven hair was left to fall down her back like a seemingly endless river of ebony, the final tendrils of which brushed her smooth buttocks. She wore no makeup, but her soft lips were an almost unnatural shade of crimson. Her features were scuplted and classic, she was young, though; she didn't look a day over eighteen.
Bianca was eternally young. A creature born once of humans, then again by the way of a vampire elder. A young, inexperienced elder who had wanted the ripening young body for nothing but his own pleasure for night after night of bloodlust and passion lust. Certainly, they'd had their good time for five months and then he'd abandoned her with no warning and no goodbye. But that was in the past, over one hundred and twenty years in the past and that night Bianca didn't wish to think of that.That night Bianca was on the prowl.
Being around so many people had once driven Bianca to fits, but now she was able to control her desires, both sexual and vampiric. Her sapphire eyes darted around the crowded room a few times, taking in all the details, mentally selecting a couple men she might be interested in. However, her current path was linear, straight for the bar.
Contrary to popular belief, she could drink. So many people were misled to think vampires only consumed blood, but it was not so. Of course, they required blood to survive, that was true, but Bianca loved food and wine. She just didn't consume either in large portions since her body metabolized hemoglobin, but her body still required some of the other basic nutrients and vitamins as a human body might.
She finally reached the bar and seated herself daintily on a barstool crossing her slender legs gracefully.
PLOT- Vivienne
The vampiress had chosen that evening for a nice, quiet stroll in the park near her estate. The evening was pleasantly balmy and she had allowed the sheer black wrap once draped around her slender shoulder to fall, exposing her elegant alabaster shoulders, neck and a good portion of her chest.
The strappy, heeled sandals that served has footwear clicked lightly on the sidewalk in time with her leisurely step. The rest of her body was clad in a simple black velvet dress, something like an evening gown with thin straps and a low neckline that exposed her moderate breasts on down to jusy an inch about her nipples. The tiny buds were pushing against the fabric of her bra, excited by the breeze the caressed her body.
Her long black hair was braided in a single plate that seemed to rest between her rounded buttocks when she paused her journey every few steps to look at this flower or that nocturnal creature.
She continued along the path, long fingers brushing across the tightly closed rose buds. Behind her, they slowed opened, blooming into full-blown red and white roses like bread crumbs lining her path.
As much as she was enjoying her lovely stroll, she was lonely. Vivienne had never before taken a lover or a husband. Certainly, she'd been courted, but her cause had always been of greater importance to her than bodily pleasures. Everyone who had met her knew that. What they didn't know was her virginty was still intact. She long ago learned the art or self pleasure, but she couldn't help but wonder what it would be like.
It was amusing in a cruel sort of way. One of the most powerful vampires in existence was a over three hundred year old virgin. She was glad it hadn't hurt her reputation so far. She needed to keep her stature to remain a holder of some power. But still...fantasies that would have made even the foulest of demons hot filled her mind.
