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Veraachi 'Vera' Vermicelli
Age: Her age of death was recorded at age seventeen, although she died many, years ago.
Reputation: Vera is rather flighty and hyperactive, some say it's due to her type of blood that runs through those blue veins of hers. It's known that she has a keen eye for fashion and appear as or seem very affectionate and or friendly although she never get's too close to her so called friends, seeming fake or 'human'. People know of her aristocratic background and that she is somewhat of a daddy's girl, there are rumors that she has at one point fallen in love with a werewolf. They had a falling out and now she is considering love in other areas... People also say that she drained him of his blood to make herself more powerful, it's not clear what is true and what is mere hearsay.
At time's she can be found reading up on archaeology, nobody knows why, it just appears to be a keen interest of hers, not that she herself know's why.
"
They're just dumb rocks in the ground, like ya'know? I dunno why I find them, like, so interesting..."
History: Born in a not so modern time, Veraachi was the only daughter of a high classed family known as the Vermicelli. It was unsure to many as to how they obtained their riches but the ends certainly justify the means of course. She grew up in her mansion with nobody but her many servants and father. Veraachi was not a cruel girl by any means, she was lovely to everyone and anybody she interacted with, so the hate she received by so many others was a very foreign concept to her, as she never did anything remotely awful.
Being isolated majority of her time, she would enter the family library and read up on random topics to broaden her understanding of the would around her, due to her father never letting her leave more than the mansions courtyard, she fell in love with the fashion of her time, asking a few maids to teach her how to sew and become more ladylike. The main reason she would go to the library was because her father would be in their at during outlandish hours of the evening, she was told it was because he worked so much during the night when not on break, he had to sleep during the day so he was well rested for the next time he would work. Veraachi was never told what his occupation was, nor where he conducted his work, but she enjoyed reading with him in the library at night, a glass of red wine in his hand, Veraachi sitting on his lap.
During one evening, Veraachi's father called her to his study, he instructed her to be her best dressed for an elegant party that would be held to celebrate his recent findings and that many other aristocratic families would be attended the ball. Their children included...
Overwhelmed with excitement and anticipation of the event, she spent a miraculous amount of time sewing the perfect gown for the party and to hopefully woo some of the young men attending that night. The night of the party, Veraachi and her father were introduced like royalty and their home looked as if a palace had been built on top of it, everything was so grand, spectacular, everything a princess would be accustomed to. The duo walked out from behind a rather large red curtain and met their guests, they were greeted with many cheers, glass clinging and the occasional look from someone from the opposite gender making a glance at their beautiful attire.
It had been a few minutes and Veraachi had mingled and associated with a few of the other children at the party although they were radically different from what she was like, their was one boy who stood out from the rest. One boy whom she couldn't keep her eyes off... Tall, pale, long silver hair. He was stunning in all his glory and Veraachi took the chance to go and meet with him, she had never been afraid of anything before, so why let fear stop her now? Marching over to meet him, she tapped him on the shoulder, he turned around and greeted her with a smile. He greeted her with a warm smile, which for some reason, still felt cold and distant, as if he were dead or not really there at all. The two hit it off, they waltzed and conversed about many topics, he was both beautiful and wise. Taking her on to the balcony, they viewed the courtyard, the moon hung high behind some dark clouds, it was almost full, not spectacular, but still beautiful in it's own right. Placing her hand over the railing, he placed his over hers, cold, lifeless almost... They looked at each other and the two drew closer. Staring into each others eyes.
An enraged man ripped the love scene right out of their palms, it was her father, fulled with rage he cursed the man she had fallen in love with, calling him nothing but a mangy mutt and to never touch his daughter again. Tears filled her eyes, her father banished her to her room. She stayed there for the remainder of the night.
The next time she had seen her father, they were riding in a carriage together. At first, they were silent. But he began to talk.
"
Veraachi... I'm sorry... But I have to tell you something really important about your father and his work. Also... About yourself..." Before he could say anymore, there was an explosion, the horses in front neighed with fright and and kicked a storm, they got loose from their reigns and fled into the dark woods of the night. Their carriage tipped to one side... Veraachi blanked out... She could hear very faint words before she fully lost consciousness. "
Veraachi... My precious daughter, I must turn you into something darker than the night, brand you with a cruse worse than death itself, but I do it out of love for you, so that you may continue to live on and find that love of yours... Forgive me... Vera..."
Secrets:
- She is stronger than she appears
- Proficient in Blood Magic
- Has terrible memory issues
- Can come off as a bit dopey or rash
- Seems to be searching for something
