Appearance: Dark brown, long wavy hair double braided to reveal a pale sculpted, round face. Scars stretching from the bottom of the left cheek, running towards her upper lip and ending on her forehead leaves a stinging burden of her fortunate survival against the Lycan. Hooded brown eyes, set delicately filled with determination. At just 5'3, she stands small among others, despite the heeled boots she wears to give her a bit of a boost. Rebeckah took after her mother in stature, she builds small and delicate in comparison to her tall, broad built father. Her soft skin beautifully compliments her strong jaw, a gracious memory of her father.
Skills: As the average woman of her status, she is skilled in embroidery and the musical arts of the harp. In time, she had managed to be skilled with a bow and arrow.
History:
Illegitimate daughter of Queen Margaret of Aauron and her lover Simon de Biville. As a child she did not understand how she was different than the rest of her siblings, since she was treated the same by their mother if not with more attention and care. However, the more she grew the more she understood that she was not like the rest of the King’s children. The King truly loved the queen, he could not bring himself to behead the woman he learned the love. Instead, the king of Aauron locked his queen away as punishment of her disloyalty. While, her father paid the price with his head. However, Rebeckah could sense the King’s resentment and disliking. He hardly ever allowed any other of his daughters to play with her and he always made sure to keep her hidden when they had important guests at court. Because of this Margaret would often have Reeckah spent time with her relatives in the village and it was only a little later on that she had discovered her mother’s connections to the Pagans.
It was a secret Rebeckah was going to keep because she knew that her step-father would hunt them down and would kill them. Life at court was already tough enough without her giving people another reason to hate her. As time passed Rebeckah learned to ignore King’s hatred towards her as well as the rest of the nobles. The more she aged though she came to understand his position and she did not really hate him. Instead Rebeckah focused on developing her skills day by day.
Much to most people's dismay, the older she grew the more Queen paid attention to her and made it clear on every occasion that she is without a question her favorite daughter. They had always been quite close and Queen always trusted her more than the rest of is family and favored he over her other children. However, that did not really affect her relationship with her half-siblings. Rebeckah loves being an older sister and she doesn't miss an opportunity to spend time with younger siblings. The one thing though the others always was jealous of was of her freedom, and Rebeckah could not blame them. Rebeckah has traveled a lot and started doing so ever since she was old enough. Because of this, she is one of the most skilled archer and the fastest rider in Aauron.
Appearance: Dark brown, long wavy hair double braided to reveal a pale sculpted, round face. Scars stretching from the bottom of the left cheek, running towards her upper lip and ending on her forehead leaves a stinging burden of her fortunate survival against the Lycan. Hooded brown eyes, set delicately filled with determination. At just 5'3, she stands small among others, despite the heeled boots she wears to give her a bit of a boost. Rebeckah took after her mother in stature, she builds small and delicate in comparison to her tall, broad built father. Her soft skin beautifully compliments her strong jaw, a gracious memory of her father.
Skills: As the average woman of her status, she is skilled in embroidery and the musical arts of the harp. In time, she had managed to be skilled with a bow and arrow.
History:
Illegitimate daughter of Queen Margaret of Aauron and her lover Simon de Biville. As a child she did not understand how she was different than the rest of her siblings, since she was treated the same by their mother if not with more attention and care. However, the more she grew the more she understood that she was not like the rest of the King’s children. The King truly loved the queen, he could not bring himself to behead the woman he learned the love. Instead, the king of Aauron locked his queen away as punishment of her disloyalty. While, her father paid the price with his head. However, Rebeckah could sense the King’s resentment and disliking. He hardly ever allowed any other of his daughters to play with her and he always made sure to keep her hidden when they had important guests at court. Because of this Margaret would often have Reeckah spent time with her relatives in the village and it was only a little later on that she had discovered her mother’s connections to the Pagans.
It was a secret Rebeckah was going to keep because she knew that her step-father would hunt them down and would kill them. Life at court was already tough enough without her giving people another reason to hate her. As time passed Rebeckah learned to ignore King’s hatred towards her as well as the rest of the nobles. The more she aged though she came to understand his position and she did not really hate him. Instead Rebeckah focused on developing her skills day by day.
Much to most people's dismay, the older she grew the more Queen paid attention to her and made it clear on every occasion that she is without a question her favorite daughter. They had always been quite close and Queen always trusted her more than the rest of is family and favored he over her other children. However, that did not really affect her relationship with her half-siblings. Rebeckah loves being an older sister and she doesn't miss an opportunity to spend time with younger siblings. The one thing though the others always was jealous of was of her freedom, and Rebeckah could not blame them. Rebeckah has traveled a lot and started doing so ever since she was old enough. Because of this, she is one of the most skilled archer and the fastest rider in Everautumn.
"The world is a very bizarre place and nothing is off limits. "
-Rob Dyke
Name: Autumn "Mother" O'Riley
Age: Died at age 18
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bi-sexual
Physical description: Red, long hair slightly reveals a chiseled, charming face. Expressive silver eyes, set sunken within their sockets. A old scar in shaped of an old Celtic symbol is almost hidden under a choker, on the left side of her neck, a pleasurable memory of a deceased love. The face of Autumn O'Riley, a true winner among vampires. She stands gracefully with her subtle frame. There is something captivating about the pale goddess, perhaps it's a feeling of coldness or perhaps it's simply her disposition. But nonetheless, people tend to follow her and tend to stay on her good side, while secretly fearing her.
Personality: After 46 years, Autumn is one of the most level headed vampires the world had ever seen. She has a habit of getting her way, she’s the sort of woman that people just can’t seem to say no to. Her long locks and bright eyes may be part of the reason that her art is so effective but in reality it’s the motherly role she plays. One look at people with that loving expression, her soft words playing with their emotions, is enough to have them wrapped around her little finger. She may be good in height but on the inside she's much bigger and much more powerful than the majority of people she meets.
Background:
The life of a supernatural was not one that Louise and Jean O'Riley saw for their daughter because they were blissfully unaware that any existed. Jean worked as a US Army Signals Analyst with the National Security Agency and his wife, Louise, worked part-time for a home decor agency that often decorated the homes of the political elite. A loving republican couple was only their facade, inside their home Louise and Jean weren’t really a couple. Both were recovering homosexuals who regularly attended homosexuality anonymous meetings and married more for mutual support rather than actual love. This was why Autumn wasn’t born of love but pressure. Her parents had been married five years without conceiving and all their friends and family could ask them was when they were going to have kids. The two years it took had them constantly fighting about whether or not it was worth it. In 1954, Autumn was born and they adored their daughter, who they named after Jean’s deceased grandmother.
Middle school was when things started to change for Autumn. Her parents had started to grow distant and she didn’t understand why. Even though her parents played dutiful roles it became clear how unhappy they were. Autumn was no longer a baby and her first word and first day of kindergarten could no longer distract them from how unhappy they were. Almost never at home, Autumn rarely spoke to them, merely taking advantage of the fact they would sign any permission slip she slid in front of their faces, congratulate her whenever she spoke of good news and smile whenever she picked a movie. It felt so rehearsed which was why in her final year she started to go through her parents things. She didn’t want anything to turn up but it did. Autumn found some gay pornographic material. It seemed kind of like a joke, something one of her friends had left behind.
Still the next evening when her parents went out she followed them. They took a short walk to a local community center and went inside. Autumn looked around, trying to find out why they could be in there. That was when she saw the flyer for “Homosexuals Anonymous.” It seemed unthinkable that this could be what her parents were attending but with what she had found it made sense. Sneaking home she started to notice things that she never had before. How often her father slept on the couch, the lack of ‘couples’ pictures on the walls, the notes they left for each other. It all felt so distant.
Everything started to feel so fake for her, the pastel pink sweaters she wore to display a suburban innocence felt like lies. She couldn’t handle it but she couldn’t stand the thought of addressing her parents about it. Her whole summer before high school was spent trying to work out why. The question seemed to plague her because her parents had always told her to be proud of who she is, if that was wrong then why were they trying to change themselves?
By the time Autumn started high school she had a new look. It wasn’t khakis and sweaters it was short skirts and revealing shirts. What had mainly made the difference was that Autumn had started to drink. It started with one drink during the middle of the holidays when her parents had kissed before going to bed. She had felt such disgust with the act she had stolen her father’s rarely used brandy. Since it only became more regular she drank to deal with everything that she wasn’t letting anyone in on. Her friends drifted away when they could no longer stand the stench of vodka that came off her and how she was constantly running up her parents credit card bills as a twisted form of punishment. Time had come to make new friends, ones that fit her new self. She met people she could have fun with, losing her virginity to a boy in her calculus class she’d never spoken to before that night. Autumn was very free about it all, becoming slowly aware she liked both men and women. Even her parents couldn’t do anything about what was going on and punishment proved futile.
Finally her father discovered what Autumn knew and what she had been up to. Her friends decided to visit a lounge a few towns over from theirs, very inebriated by the time she arrived, Autumn spent the evening with her lips against that of her best friend Kylie. Unbeknownst to her Jean O'Riley was there, as he yelled at his daughter she merely laughed until he was done. Creating quite a scene she announced what she knew with a multitude of insults directed at him. Her father took her home and the next morning was gone. He left a note, he could not do it anymore and he had enough. Louise tried to help Autumn but was only met with aggressive responses, the most notable of which was when she spat in her mother’s face during a parent teacher interview. College was out of the question, and her mother had informed her she’d set her a job if only she cleaned up her act. Autumn didn’t and by the end of the summer her mother had kicked her out the house hoping she'll hit rock bottom and return to home.
If Louise had known the kind of rock bottom in store for her daughter she would have kept her by her side until the day of her death.
One evening out in the town, Autumn was called over to a table by a man a few years her senior but not by much, never opposed to finding a bed for the evening she went. Drunk on all liquor imaginable she did not notice the man biting her. It wasn’t until she woke up inside six feet under with an powerful hunger, confusion and fear cloud her mind. She clawed her way out of the coffin with her bare hands. Once she had resurfaced from the ground, covered in blood and dirt. She was handed a warm glass by a woman and towering over her, the man from the evening staring at her with amazement.
Valentin Avery was a tall man with a young face and dark hair. In his black on black ensemble he was like a brunette male version of herself, even his plump lips reminded her of her own. It was his eyes however that in her sober state she noticed reflected in different hues. Once she had downed the drink, did little to quench her hunger. For the first time, he spoke to her about the news of the a plague which was all over the papers, taking the lives of the living. It was the new evolution of the era. He explained what he had made her and he had searched for a 'true' heir to make sure his family would be reunited. He had apparently found many, descendants of his brothers and sisters but it was she who had appealed to him with her natural taste for the darkness.
He said they would go away, there was a place for her where she could learn to be the best progeny she could be. And if she accept, he could give her all she desired. Fear to be locked away again, she accepted.
Everything flew by for Autumn after that. Her life suddenly gone, falling from her fingers like sand. She was so hungry all the time, they often stop, for Autumn to indulge in her hunger. Her sire gained great amusement from it and every time he smiled or felt joy she had a kind of validation for her actions that she did not completely understand. She did not understand her connection to the man at all. All she felt was love him. Enough to the intensity of a lion, she bared fangs at anyone who got to close.
Living in his estate, he taught her all he knew. Autumn was the ideal student and heir he longed for. However, her hunger was never sedated. Autumn spent her free hours constantly eating. Valentin grew concerned about her diet. While her hunger grew, her skills began to bloom.
Soon, the morgue's nobodies wasn't enough. She began to tortured without concern for the innocents, even going as far to bathe in the blood of her victims. Valentin could not abide this any longer, in his home. The place where they were meant to be safe from the growing hunters. Vampires were predatory and animalistic beings. To him, she had become a monster.
It was not long before Autumn grew tried of the elder, unable to bring herself to murder the very man she had cared for her. Autumn escaped one night, capturing the attention of a hunter. She lead the fellow killer to the estate, where with success the hunter spotted Valentin and slayed the old vampire. As a reward, she feast upon the hunter and played in his flesh.
Overtime, Autumn took the estate as her own while she grew stronger. She discovered her true calling after offering shelter to a few of her kind. They worship her strength and her humble services.
She quickly rose to prominence as "Mother", providing food, protection and sanctuary to all those willing to serve her. In 2013, Perpetual Masquerade was born.
Skills
Talents: -Enhanced Condition: Strength, Senses, Endurance, Agility, Speed, and Durability. -Regenerative Healing Factor: Only when she feeds on a fresh kill. -The Power to Transform People into Vampires. Weapon(s): Her "Children" Herself
"The world is a very bizarre place and nothing is off limits. "
-Rob Dyke
Name: Autumn "Mother" O'Riley
Age: Died at age 18
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bi-sexual
Physical description: Red, long hair slightly reveals a chiseled, charming face. Expressive silver eyes, set sunken within their sockets. A old scar in shaped of an old Celtic symbol is almost hidden under a choker, on the left side of her neck, a pleasurable memory of a deceased love. The face of Autumn O'Riley, a true winner among vampires. She stands gracefully with her subtle frame. There is something captivating about the pale goddess, perhaps it's a feeling of coldness or perhaps it's simply her disposition. But nonetheless, people tend to follow her and tend to stay on her good side, while secretly fearing her.
Personality: After 46 years, Autumn is one of the most level headed vampires the world had ever seen. She has a habit of getting her way, she’s the sort of woman that people just can’t seem to say no to. Her long locks and bright eyes may be part of the reason that her art is so effective but in reality it’s the motherly role she plays. One look at people with that loving expression, her soft words playing with their emotions, is enough to have them wrapped around her little finger. She may be good in height but on the inside she's much bigger and much more powerful than the majority of people she meets.
Background:
The life of a supernatural was not one that Louise and Jean O'Riley saw for their daughter because they were blissfully unaware that any existed. Jean worked as a US Army Signals Analyst with the National Security Agency and his wife, Louise, worked part-time for a home decor agency that often decorated the homes of the political elite. A loving republican couple was only their facade, inside their home Louise and Jean weren’t really a couple. Both were recovering homosexuals who regularly attended homosexuality anonymous meetings and married more for mutual support rather than actual love. This was why Autumn wasn’t born of love but pressure. Her parents had been married five years without conceiving and all their friends and family could ask them was when they were going to have kids. The two years it took had them constantly fighting about whether or not it was worth it. In 1954, Autumn was born and they adored their daughter, who they named after Jean’s deceased grandmother.
Middle school was when things started to change for Autumn. Her parents had started to grow distant and she didn’t understand why. Even though her parents played dutiful roles it became clear how unhappy they were. Autumn was no longer a baby and her first word and first day of kindergarten could no longer distract them from how unhappy they were. Almost never at home, Autumn rarely spoke to them, merely taking advantage of the fact they would sign any permission slip she slid in front of their faces, congratulate her whenever she spoke of good news and smile whenever she picked a movie. It felt so rehearsed which was why in her final year she started to go through her parents things. She didn’t want anything to turn up but it did. Autumn found some gay pornographic material. It seemed kind of like a joke, something one of her friends had left behind.
Still the next evening when her parents went out she followed them. They took a short walk to a local community center and went inside. Autumn looked around, trying to find out why they could be in there. That was when she saw the flyer for “Homosexuals Anonymous.” It seemed unthinkable that this could be what her parents were attending but with what she had found it made sense. Sneaking home she started to notice things that she never had before. How often her father slept on the couch, the lack of ‘couples’ pictures on the walls, the notes they left for each other. It all felt so distant.
Everything started to feel so fake for her, the pastel pink sweaters she wore to display a suburban innocence felt like lies. She couldn’t handle it but she couldn’t stand the thought of addressing her parents about it. Her whole summer before high school was spent trying to work out why. The question seemed to plague her because her parents had always told her to be proud of who she is, if that was wrong then why were they trying to change themselves?
By the time Autumn started high school she had a new look. It wasn’t khakis and sweaters it was short skirts and revealing shirts. What had mainly made the difference was that Autumn had started to drink. It started with one drink during the middle of the holidays when her parents had kissed before going to bed. She had felt such disgust with the act she had stolen her father’s rarely used brandy. Since it only became more regular she drank to deal with everything that she wasn’t letting anyone in on. Her friends drifted away when they could no longer stand the stench of vodka that came off her and how she was constantly running up her parents credit card bills as a twisted form of punishment. Time had come to make new friends, ones that fit her new self. She met people she could have fun with, losing her virginity to a boy in her calculus class she’d never spoken to before that night. Autumn was very free about it all, becoming slowly aware she liked both men and women. Even her parents couldn’t do anything about what was going on and punishment proved futile.
Finally her father discovered what Autumn knew and what she had been up to. Her friends decided to visit a lounge a few towns over from theirs, very inebriated by the time she arrived, Autumn spent the evening with her lips against that of her best friend Kylie. Unbeknownst to her Jean O'Riley was there, as he yelled at his daughter she merely laughed until he was done. Creating quite a scene she announced what she knew with a multitude of insults directed at him. Her father took her home and the next morning was gone. He left a note, he could not do it anymore and he had enough. Louise tried to help Autumn but was only met with aggressive responses, the most notable of which was when she spat in her mother’s face during a parent teacher interview. College was out of the question, and her mother had informed her she’d set her a job if only she cleaned up her act. Autumn didn’t and by the end of the summer her mother had kicked her out the house hoping she'll hit rock bottom and return to home.
If Louise had known the kind of rock bottom in store for her daughter she would have kept her by her side until the day of her death.
One evening out in the town, Autumn was called over to a table by a man a few years her senior but not by much, never opposed to finding a bed for the evening she went. Drunk on all liquor imaginable she did not notice the man biting her. It wasn’t until she woke up inside six feet under with an powerful hunger, confusion and fear cloud her mind. She clawed her way out of the coffin with her bare hands. Once she had resurfaced from the ground, covered in blood and dirt. She was handed a warm glass by a woman and towering over her, the man from the evening staring at her with amazement.
Valentin Avery was a tall man with a young face and dark hair. In his black on black ensemble he was like a brunette male version of herself, even his plump lips reminded her of her own. It was his eyes however that in her sober state she noticed reflected in different hues. Once she had downed the drink, did little to quench her hunger. For the first time, he spoke to her about the news of the a plague which was all over the papers, taking the lives of the living. It was the new evolution of the era. He explained what he had made her and he had searched for a 'true' heir to make sure his family would be reunited. He had apparently found many, descendants of his brothers and sisters but it was she who had appealed to him with her natural taste for the darkness.
He said they would go away, there was a place for her where she could learn to be the best progeny she could be. And if she accept, he could give her all she desired. Fear to be locked away again, she accepted.
Everything flew by for Autumn after that. Her life suddenly gone, falling from her fingers like sand. She was so hungry all the time, they often stop, for Autumn to indulge in her hunger. Her sire gained great amusement from it and every time he smiled or felt joy she had a kind of validation for her actions that she did not completely understand. She did not understand her connection to the man at all. All she felt was love him. Enough to the intensity of a lion, she bared fangs at anyone who got to close.
Living in his estate, he taught her all he knew. Autumn was the ideal student and heir he longed for. However, her hunger was never sedated. Autumn spent her free hours constantly eating. Valentin grew concerned about her diet. While her hunger grew, her skills began to bloom.
Soon, the morgue's nobodies wasn't enough. She began to tortured without concern for the innocents, even going as far to bathe in the blood of her victims. Valentin could not abide this any longer, in his home. The place where they were meant to be safe from the growing hunters. Vampires were predatory and animalistic beings. To him, she had become a monster.
It was not long before Autumn grew tried of the elder, unable to bring herself to murder the very man she had cared for her. Autumn escaped one night, capturing the attention of a hunter. She lead the fellow killer to the estate, where with success the hunter spotted Valentin and slayed the old vampire. As a reward, she feast upon the hunter and played in his flesh.
Overtime, Autumn took the estate as her own while she grew stronger. She discovered her true calling after offering shelter to a few of her kind. They worship her strength and her humble services.
She quickly rose to prominence as "Mother", providing food, protection and sanctuary to all those willing to serve her. In 2013, Perpetual Masquerade was bored.
Skills
Talents: -Enhanced Condition: Strength, Senses, Endurance, Agility, Speed, and Durability. -Regenerative Healing Factor: Only when she feeds on a fresh kill. -The Power to Transform People into Vampires. Weapon(s): Her "Children" Herself
Member
OfficerHeadbutt
Musoka
