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Age:
115 Apparent Age: 25
Race: Kindred Clan: Ventrue Disciplines: Dominate, Presence, Fortitude, Celerity Generation: 8th--Ancillae but considered and Elder Height: 5'8" Weight: 128 Eye Color: Gray-green Hair Color/length/condition: Honey brown, shoulders, straight, silky, semi-thick Complexion: Pale Frame: Hourglass, fighter's build Personality: She's a high-class, elegant woman with a taste for expensive things and good manners. Sophisticated, intelligent, au fait, and highly respectable, she's also got a dark side very few know about. She can be deceiving, manipulative, and libidinous; that being the case often when she's less human and more vampire. She's one who doesn't take her station lightly and is demanding of respect, but the type who prefers to earn it rather than intimidate people to get it, in most cases. She's fiercely supportive of her kind, but does have her own distastes toward a few of the clans, mostly those of the Sabbat. However, while that is a factor, she also has an open mind and her tastes are subject to change. |
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~~The
warm night of her 25th birthday in Azov, Russia, Paris(whose name is
pronounced the French way, Parie) Danilov took a trip with her brother,
Mikhail, to the beach for a late night swim in the cool waters. Oblivious
to threats of the night, she separated from her brother so that they
could strip their clothes and swim in modesty, but after a while and
having decided it was time to go back, she called for Mikhail again
and again, but there was never an answer. Frightened by the absence
of her only sibling, she swam back to shore and went on a search for
him, bereft of clothes and shaking with cold. It wasn't long before
she found him, his body pale and lifeless along the shore and poorly
hidden within some brush, two bloody puncture wounds on his neck. Panicking,
she turned to run and find someone who could help, but instead turned
to find someone who would damn her, or bless her depending on one's
view. In her case, it was a blessing.
~~In a brief and confusing moment of eye contact, she found herself drawn to this dark, tall figure before her, though she couldn't see much of his features in just the pale moonlight, but she could see that he was as pale as the moon itself, and his eyes glowed like the sun. A strong hand reached out to her, cupping her cheek as he stepped closer, and then his fingers, cool like the water, trailed down her neck, over the ample mounds of her perky breasts; nipples hard from his caress, and then down her belly to the damp, dark patch of hair below. She couldn't move from him, mostly because she didn't want to, and she couldn't fight against the strange and sudden attraction he had instilled upon her. ~~After a few moments of caressing her warm sex, he laid down with her in the grass, those haunting eyes keeping her from wanting to leave, and stole from her her innocence. In the midst of their passionate love-making, he embraced her, heightening the sense of ecstasy but also causing fear as she felt herself being drained into nothing. Her nerves felt shocked, and all she could hear was his throaty whisper, telling her to drink or die. And so she drank all that was needed from a self-inflicted wound on his wrist, and thus was introduced to the life of a kindred from a 7th gen. Ventrue vampire. ~~Spending most of her life in Russia with her Sire, being trained and chastised for her wrong, she developed a dark side to her personality that much matched her Sire's, and struggled to keep it under her control. Finally deciding she was mature and well-learned enough to go out on her own, he released her to do as she wished. For a while she stayed in Russia, emotionally dependant on her Sire, and then finally broke herself of the bad habit and traveled to Attone. Staying there for only a few years, she decided to try other places, but was careful of anywhere with Germans, as they were warring with the Russians at the time. Coming to a rest in her travels in Dublin, Ireland where the Ventrue were dominant at the time, she quickly rose in status and became close friends with the Camarillian Prince, who was a woman. She had been Prince more years than she cared, and finally decided it was time for her to "retire", passing on her station to Paris who had full support of the Primogen Council, and so easily gained the station. ~~A couple decades went by and she had befriended a female 8th gen. Toreador, making her the Seneschal, and then Paris took leave to travel, leaving the Prince station for the Toreador until she would return, if ever. She went back to Attone, where she is now, and has managed to charm and work her way tenaciously up to the Seneschal level, and has hopes that she will succeed Vladimiru when he leaves his station of Prince in the future, however long it may be. |
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