Post by annara on Sept 1, 2009 22:25:41 GMT -5
Full Name-Serene Luna Nep'tun
Nick Names- none
Race-Elemental *Ice*
Age- immortal, 19 in this life
DoB- the fifth moon in 997,962
Gender- female
Alignment- neutral
Birth Location: The Forest of Ages
Current Location: Traveling Solstice
Job- ancient sorceress
Hobbies- caring for unfortuante animals, playing with her ice powers
Skills- controls her element fairly well; knows almost all languages, even some dead ones; has far advanced magical powers
Faction- her family forms a coven around her
Height: 6'2
Weight: 150lbs
Hair: black with a metalic silver shine
Eyes: silver
Skin: half way between honey and caramel.
Body type: hourglass bone structure, thin body
Medical Conditions: technicly her spirit is possesing her current body, idk if that counts
Image:
Personality-
Orientation- pansexual
Likes- food and wine, horses, her family, her powers
Dislikes- being bodyless, vampires, loosing blood in any way
Food- fish or venison are her favorites
Drink- virgin blood, potions of her own making, sticking an ice cube in her mouth and only letting in melt when she wants it to.
Music- tribal or anything that resembles it
Over All- When her blood communes with virgin blood it can take over that blood and replicate itself, furthering her immortality.
Favorite Saying: Time exists only to those whom it changes.
Theme Song: Into the Night by Nickleback and Santana
Other:
Family- Generations of her children have come and gone, her hosts with them.
Mate- none, she had one when she was mortal but he refused to follow her into immortality
Crush- none
Offspring- all direct offspring are deceased they were named Arienia, Vlamentha, and Erethria all female.
Pet(s)- none
Weapons- silver crosses sharpened into daggers
Training- shes trained herself over a thousand-something years
Weakness: HER BLOOD IS HER SPIRITS IMMORTALITY, fears vampires immensely
Strengths: Immortal with healing approximate to a lycans, ice, magic both ancient and new.
History: Serene was born around the same time as the Duke of Dusk and Dutchess of Dawn, to a coven of witches in the Forest of Ages. She was a very powerful witch by 14, and by 16 she was a sorceress to conquor all in her coven. She was enchanted by a traveling apothecarys son and they were married. Not long after she began to become obsessed with a secret potion that she would entrust no one to see. She distanced herself from her husband, her first child Erethria, and her coven. She was reclusive and when she finnaly perfected her potion, crazed at the thought of it. Her husband, now regretting choosing such a focused woman as a wife, would not share in her discovery of immortality. He forbade their now three little girls from taking any of it either. Because she was so distant from them, none would trust her, they all thought her insane. She drank her potion anyway. The potion tore her soul away from her body and made it a vessel instead of a cage. Her soul now resided in her blood, reguardless of if it was beating or still. When the others noticed her staying young while they aged they realized their mistake in keeping her cast from their lives, and none could manage asking for forgiveness. Her first daughter grew and had children of her own. By this time Serene was comfortable in her life, and becoming careless. Arienia, the youngest was the last to have children, her first born child had the gift of and ice element. None of Serenes children had gotten her gift of ice, the first was earth, the secong fire, and Arienia had been air. Her grand children had all taken on their mothers elements except for this first born of the last born, and thats how it continued. The child who got the gift of ice would pass that gift to their youngest daughters oldest daughter. And all of them were never male once. If a male was born then neither him or his sisters would have ice as their gift. Serene stayed with her children and told them storys of older days and the relatives they knew, and of her potion of immortality, she began to become to them a sort of avatar of the family. She seemed less like a great grandmother and more like a powerful spirit that would come to coven ceremonys to lead them, they started to write songs about her and worship her as a spirit instead of a very old relative. And so it went for a time, no one understood why but they didnt question it. One day things became clear, a vampire stalked the coven. The vampire was sickly and looked weak. Serene tried to be kind to all walks of life, and brought the vampire man into her home. He seemed pleasant enough, but when she slept that night he came to her room and fed from her. As soon as the first drop of blood touched his lips he was driven insane. Blood so pure and old it was silver, it was like being high off a hundred mortal victims at once along with the extravagent taste of lycan blood, it was the bliss of virgin blood plus the sexual pleasure of vampire blood. Serene wasnt so lucky to have a pleasant experience like mortal humans do. When that first drop of blood was taken in by him, that peice of her soul died and a pain like nothing that ever can be explained tore through her body. She screamed and convulsed and he in his weakened state was flung off, but only for a moment. Three woman were drawn by the noise and came running with stakes. The vampire was killed but not before he was able to nearly tear her open. she gasped what she tought would be her last words because surely she was dying. "Take the blood... boil until... silver as moon... Give to Icida... Gift... Immortal..." Icida was the oldest ice elemental of the family that was still a maiden. The three witches were the only ones to witness this so took the task on themselves. They gathered her blood until the body was dry and the floor immaculent. There was not much but it was enough to boil. When it was heated it began to shimmer and shine and the red blood that contaminated it began to whisp away into the night. The next morning the family was gathered and Icida was given her gift. The fifteen year old girl drank and smiled at the taste. But a moment later she was screaming and convulsing and red blood poured out of her every orfice. Serene, after her first death, felt concious. She could think but not feel, she had no senses. After a while she became away of a warming but other than that there was nothingness. She was truely alone for the first time and hated it and yet she couldnt hate. She could no longer love either she discovered. An eternity and an instant passed in one space of time, but there was nothing to judge time by. After the undefinate ammount of time she became away of somethiing. Something was in her nothing and she was itching to see what it was. The itching spread. The itching multiplied and now it was itching and pounding, they mulitiplied into more and more pain and she screamed out and realized they must have multiplied into a voice too, and she opened her eyes and realized the pain multiplied into sight as well, and that the smell of sweat and the stinging of it in her eyes were new but familiar too. She looked into astonished faces and at her body, different but whole. She spoke and heard Icidas voice, She touched her hand and felt Icidas skin. But Icida wasnt here. Serene heard a voice in her mind and it was Icidas voice too, but more pure and beautiful than ever imaginable, "I am gone to the other world. You can speak to me in your dreams, but I am far from any other one or thing here." She then looked to the others and explained that it was she, Serene and not Isida in this body, she told them all that she knew and some of what she guessed. That night they celebrated and mourned and made a pact that if ever Serene is to die, her blood will be given to the oldest maiden of ice, and for the generations that she does not die through, the gift of ice is theirs to have, and that each body Serene takes she will take one husband and have that mans children, and in this way the line is preserved. Serene lived through many different ages and life times and now she has just taken a new host.
Nick Names- none
Race-Elemental *Ice*
Age- immortal, 19 in this life
DoB- the fifth moon in 997,962
Gender- female
Alignment- neutral
Birth Location: The Forest of Ages
Current Location: Traveling Solstice
Job- ancient sorceress
Hobbies- caring for unfortuante animals, playing with her ice powers
Skills- controls her element fairly well; knows almost all languages, even some dead ones; has far advanced magical powers
Faction- her family forms a coven around her
Height: 6'2
Weight: 150lbs
Hair: black with a metalic silver shine
Eyes: silver
Skin: half way between honey and caramel.
Body type: hourglass bone structure, thin body
Medical Conditions: technicly her spirit is possesing her current body, idk if that counts
Image:
Personality-
Orientation- pansexual
Likes- food and wine, horses, her family, her powers
Dislikes- being bodyless, vampires, loosing blood in any way
Food- fish or venison are her favorites
Drink- virgin blood, potions of her own making, sticking an ice cube in her mouth and only letting in melt when she wants it to.
Music- tribal or anything that resembles it
Over All- When her blood communes with virgin blood it can take over that blood and replicate itself, furthering her immortality.
Favorite Saying: Time exists only to those whom it changes.
Theme Song: Into the Night by Nickleback and Santana
Other:
Family- Generations of her children have come and gone, her hosts with them.
Mate- none, she had one when she was mortal but he refused to follow her into immortality
Crush- none
Offspring- all direct offspring are deceased they were named Arienia, Vlamentha, and Erethria all female.
Pet(s)- none
Weapons- silver crosses sharpened into daggers
Training- shes trained herself over a thousand-something years
Weakness: HER BLOOD IS HER SPIRITS IMMORTALITY, fears vampires immensely
Strengths: Immortal with healing approximate to a lycans, ice, magic both ancient and new.
History: Serene was born around the same time as the Duke of Dusk and Dutchess of Dawn, to a coven of witches in the Forest of Ages. She was a very powerful witch by 14, and by 16 she was a sorceress to conquor all in her coven. She was enchanted by a traveling apothecarys son and they were married. Not long after she began to become obsessed with a secret potion that she would entrust no one to see. She distanced herself from her husband, her first child Erethria, and her coven. She was reclusive and when she finnaly perfected her potion, crazed at the thought of it. Her husband, now regretting choosing such a focused woman as a wife, would not share in her discovery of immortality. He forbade their now three little girls from taking any of it either. Because she was so distant from them, none would trust her, they all thought her insane. She drank her potion anyway. The potion tore her soul away from her body and made it a vessel instead of a cage. Her soul now resided in her blood, reguardless of if it was beating or still. When the others noticed her staying young while they aged they realized their mistake in keeping her cast from their lives, and none could manage asking for forgiveness. Her first daughter grew and had children of her own. By this time Serene was comfortable in her life, and becoming careless. Arienia, the youngest was the last to have children, her first born child had the gift of and ice element. None of Serenes children had gotten her gift of ice, the first was earth, the secong fire, and Arienia had been air. Her grand children had all taken on their mothers elements except for this first born of the last born, and thats how it continued. The child who got the gift of ice would pass that gift to their youngest daughters oldest daughter. And all of them were never male once. If a male was born then neither him or his sisters would have ice as their gift. Serene stayed with her children and told them storys of older days and the relatives they knew, and of her potion of immortality, she began to become to them a sort of avatar of the family. She seemed less like a great grandmother and more like a powerful spirit that would come to coven ceremonys to lead them, they started to write songs about her and worship her as a spirit instead of a very old relative. And so it went for a time, no one understood why but they didnt question it. One day things became clear, a vampire stalked the coven. The vampire was sickly and looked weak. Serene tried to be kind to all walks of life, and brought the vampire man into her home. He seemed pleasant enough, but when she slept that night he came to her room and fed from her. As soon as the first drop of blood touched his lips he was driven insane. Blood so pure and old it was silver, it was like being high off a hundred mortal victims at once along with the extravagent taste of lycan blood, it was the bliss of virgin blood plus the sexual pleasure of vampire blood. Serene wasnt so lucky to have a pleasant experience like mortal humans do. When that first drop of blood was taken in by him, that peice of her soul died and a pain like nothing that ever can be explained tore through her body. She screamed and convulsed and he in his weakened state was flung off, but only for a moment. Three woman were drawn by the noise and came running with stakes. The vampire was killed but not before he was able to nearly tear her open. she gasped what she tought would be her last words because surely she was dying. "Take the blood... boil until... silver as moon... Give to Icida... Gift... Immortal..." Icida was the oldest ice elemental of the family that was still a maiden. The three witches were the only ones to witness this so took the task on themselves. They gathered her blood until the body was dry and the floor immaculent. There was not much but it was enough to boil. When it was heated it began to shimmer and shine and the red blood that contaminated it began to whisp away into the night. The next morning the family was gathered and Icida was given her gift. The fifteen year old girl drank and smiled at the taste. But a moment later she was screaming and convulsing and red blood poured out of her every orfice. Serene, after her first death, felt concious. She could think but not feel, she had no senses. After a while she became away of a warming but other than that there was nothingness. She was truely alone for the first time and hated it and yet she couldnt hate. She could no longer love either she discovered. An eternity and an instant passed in one space of time, but there was nothing to judge time by. After the undefinate ammount of time she became away of somethiing. Something was in her nothing and she was itching to see what it was. The itching spread. The itching multiplied and now it was itching and pounding, they mulitiplied into more and more pain and she screamed out and realized they must have multiplied into a voice too, and she opened her eyes and realized the pain multiplied into sight as well, and that the smell of sweat and the stinging of it in her eyes were new but familiar too. She looked into astonished faces and at her body, different but whole. She spoke and heard Icidas voice, She touched her hand and felt Icidas skin. But Icida wasnt here. Serene heard a voice in her mind and it was Icidas voice too, but more pure and beautiful than ever imaginable, "I am gone to the other world. You can speak to me in your dreams, but I am far from any other one or thing here." She then looked to the others and explained that it was she, Serene and not Isida in this body, she told them all that she knew and some of what she guessed. That night they celebrated and mourned and made a pact that if ever Serene is to die, her blood will be given to the oldest maiden of ice, and for the generations that she does not die through, the gift of ice is theirs to have, and that each body Serene takes she will take one husband and have that mans children, and in this way the line is preserved. Serene lived through many different ages and life times and now she has just taken a new host.