Noir
Name: Noir Sikaia
Birth date: November 12, 1578
Age: 426 but looks mid-twenties
Employed at: Wytchwolf Estates- Liaison
Race: Vampire
Birthplace: Paris, France
Birth Mother: Elizabeth Bathory
Birth Father: Mourning Star
Clan: One of the Malebranche, leader- Malacoda
Hair color- Star-kissed Platinum
Hair type- Long curly
Body type: Thin, though well toned.
Height: 5 foot, 7 inches
Weight: 115 lbs
Eye color: Enchanting Sapphire
Mood: Varies as she is a bit unstable in that department.
Clothing:
Noir is usually seen in a long, sleeveless/backless black silken dress, both sides slit up dangerously high, with thigh high black lace up boots. Several silver bangles encase one arm while a snake band wraps from just below her shoulder and winds around her arm, the head ending around her middle finger. Thick leather choker hides a thick scar around her neck, from it hangs a large bloodstone.
If not in this she is seen in black, tightly fitted leather pants, the sides open, though laced through with silken ribbons. Her top is a blue corset. Same boots as well as jewelry accompany this outfit.
Identifying Markings:
Noir has a few distinguishing features. For one she has several piercing which include: A snake nipple ring, a silver spike tongue ring, a diamond that hangs in the center of her naval from a silver bar, several bars that line from her neck partially down her spine, and numerous hoops and studs in her ears.
Also, she has her favored ribbons which were re-stitched into her back by Tawny Minx.
The last things that could identify her is the few scars that she carries. A faint, almost invisible scar runs along one cheekbone, the reason only being from an incident that isn’t discussed any longer. She also has two slightly diagonal scars a few inches below either shoulder blade, from which large black feathered wings sprout from when she is intensely upset or angered, a symbol that she belongs with the Malebranche. The last, and most painful of her scars are the ones that lie behind her leather choker. If ever removed the words Forgive Me seemed to be burned into her flesh. This being an apology to Tawny done so for her own reasons. Through the letters is a thick black scar, from her lowest moment, when she took her own life. It is the mark that has forever damned her to be eternally linked to hell with the Malebranche.
HISTORY
Noir Sikaia- Vampiress, member of the Malebranche, Dark Child. She hadn't always been the dark, devious being she had grown accoustomed to.
She had once been a bright-eyed innocent girl with deep raven locks, playing with a raggedy doll in the french countryside. Though, being the rejected daughter of Elizabeth Bathory, one would know this girl wouldn't be able to keep her innocence, no matter how hard her adoptive mother had tried to sheild her from the horrible truthes of her world.
She had a wonderful childhood with her adopted mother. They lived just outside of Paris and would often entertain themselves by walking the cobbled street for a few miles into the heart of Paris. Oh how the little girl loved it there, the dark enchantingness of it.
Years came and went, the same routine being played over and over. The bright-eyed little girl grew slowly into a beautiful woman, though she stayed with her mother, ignoring any male who had the courage to try to court her, for she had also grown a slight temper.
One dark night when Noir had turned 21, there was a knock upon their door. Her mother rose to open it, finding a male stooping in the doorway. He was badly injured, deep blackness pouring from a gash in his stomach, burns across his exposed chest. Standing there, unable to move Noir had instantly fallen for the creature that stood there gasping. Her mother, waisting no time, invited the male in. As she turned her back, he attacked, the broken vampire, weary with hunger...leaped upon her mother and sunk soft ivory fangs into her neck. Noir hadn't even moved to stop it, simply let the male drink, until her mothers life slipped away...she had felt no pain.
When the male was finished he dropped to his knees in front of Noir. "My appologies my beautiful girl." was spoken in a darkened accent. "Please, let me repay you for your loss." Noir simply cast those crystal orbs down to him and without thought gave him a nod, deeply entranced by this beauty, his elegance...He quickly stood sinking his teeth into her own neck and whispered "Eternal Life, Forever Young" Into her ear. Her body trembled and she feel into a heap upon the floor.
Her eyes fluttered open, finding herself in a dark room, heavy ebon curtains draped over the windows. The bed she lay on was a large canopy with heavy crimson blankets. Sheer crimson drapes enclosed the bed. She heard the big oak door near her creek open and soon found the male lifting the drape and sitting himself beside her. "Forgive me, I am Lestan, dark wanderer of Paris" Noir blinked slightly and opened her mouth to speak "I love you" she uttered, totally captivated by him, though unsure why. He merely laughed, placing a cold hand upon her forehead "And I you my child." And that was all that needed to be spoken, she was his.
He introduced her to the dark underground of Paris, where Vampires ran in the night in clans. Quickly she was invited to join his family- The Crimson Rose - They took her in, and with their help, Lestan taught her everything she knew of beauty, lust, pain, and satisfaction, in getting what you want by any means. Soon, Noir had the rank of Dark Priestess as she had excelled in the black magicks. The Princess of the clan granted her a seat in the higher council and soon she was helping with major decisions.
Every thing went well for many years as her and Lestan as well as the clan roamed Paris, teaching eachother of hunting skills and things. Noirs love for Lestan had grown nearly overwhelming and she believed his for her was true. Until one night, Noir had went into the Princess's chambers to ask her blessing to take a small group of newer members out into the streets for a lesson. She opened the door soundlessly, her eyes roamed the dark room for the Princess, instantly turning to the bed as she heard movement. She had to clamp her hand over her mouth to keep from screaming as she turned to run away from the horrible thing the witness. There in the bed with the Princess had been Lestan.
With that, Noir grew more bitter and hateful by the day, until it finally consumed her. She hired an old drunkard assassin to hide in the alley as her and Lestan went on their nightly hunt. Little did she know the Princess had learned of her plot and had a group of the clan there as well. The man she hired held long blades of gold in either hand. The stench of his alcohol lay in Noirs sences for years after that. The male charged, swearing to bring death upon us both "Blood Rats" he had called them among other things. His blade glinted in the dull moonlight as it came barreling towards Noirs throat, before she realized it, Lestan had pushed her harshly, sending her falling to the ground. She looked up in time to see the blade slash deeply into Lestan's own neck, his body falling limp to the ground, smoke raising up from the burned flesh as black liquid quickly puddled around him. The male had tried to kill her as well, she couldn't believe it. She quickly got up from the ground, not noticing the eyes of the clan that watched her from the shadows. "You bastard!!" She yelled as she quickly sidestepped him, placing a hand on either cheek and twisting until she heard the sickening pop of his neck breaking. A horrible growl was emitted from her throat as this didn't make her feel any better. She quickly ran through Paris killing everything that so happened to cross her path before finally bursting into every home she could and killing the men and children. Why the children, she didn't know, perhaps it was out of simple bloodlust. By dawn she finally returned to the alley and retrieved Lestans body, returning it to the crimson bed in their home that she had first awakened on.
She knew she had nothing left in Paris so by sunset she had her things packed and she opened the door, only to find a group of the clan there. "The princess would like a word with you." One told her as the group parted to let her pass. "Give me a moment" Was all she could think to say as she began to panic, they knew...
As the group left, she noted a scowl on each of their faces, "Be there before sunup" One called over his shoulder. She slammed the door and turned sinking down onto the floor and sobbing. Quickly she regained herself and grabbed her things and ran out the door. She ran until sunup, finding an old farmhouse and killing the man who lived inside after she had seduced him until he had let her into his bed.
Noir, finally unafraid that she was being followed moved from place to place, killing the men and children, leaving woman tied to their own beds, until one day she stumbled upon a place called The Slave Chambers. Here, unlike most who venture to this place, put herself up for sale by choice. Her stay there was short. She quickly became captivated by a female slaver who fequented the chambers. After a bit of cruel behavior to other potential buyers to get her attention, she finally introduced herself as Tawny Minx, and after a few days of talking she was purchased. It didn't take long for the two to become close, and soon Noir had fallen deeply in love with Tawny, and was returned with the same. Noir had lost her title as Tawny's slave and soon they came to be what could most easily be called as mates.
Of course she could never be rid of the visions of things she had done and began to think herself crazy as Lestan had often appeared to her. Until one day in the apothecary at her home of Wytchwolf Estates, her arrived, revived by Princess, and she soon showed up as well. During a battle of her friends trying to expell Lestan from the Estate, Noir was hit with a bolt of white light, which caused her to gradually get sick.
After months of agonizing illness, Noir finally ended up taking her own life after finding out her beloved Tawny had fallen into her own hell at the hands of Yiverious Cougar. For her sin she was cast into the inner circles of hell, her personal guard was a large Malebranche, none other than Malacoda-Prince of Pain who took it upon himself to continuously torment her with the sounds of Tawny's screams as well as a long list of horrid things. Eventually Noir was given the chance to prove herself and she was allowed into the Malebranche clan, also being granted her body and life back, though what seemed like a blessing is begining to prove more and more difficult as Malacoda is constantly flooding her mind with thoughts and fouling her mood. She also returned to find her love had also found a way to leave her own prison. Only time will tell what will happen next...
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