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A slim, pale woman walked as if she were gliding through the castle halls. Her slippered feet made naught a sound, though the occasional brushing sound of her dress while she walked. The vampire had a regal, no nonsense air about her, though her blue eyes seemed softer than the chiseled demeanor of her expression. Her hair was brushed smoothly from her face, but remained down, flowing in soft large curl to just rest on her narrow shoulders. She seemed to have a firm direction in mind and yet her gaze flitted about wildly, hardly resting. Perhaps she’d never truly become accustomed to the barrage of senses that came with becoming the undead.
In her light hands she carried a silver tray of glass goblets, each filled half way with blood. Though if one only saw the color and not the consistency, they might mistake it for wine. The goblets caught the faint light from flames as she lowered herself to the dungeons, where the fledglings had been laid to wake. She didn’t know if they were rested quite enough yet, but she knew they would thirst upon waking. And so the woman in white turned to the first open cell. She halted immediately upon seeing the new one standing, looking towards her, feet firm on the stone beneath them.
“Oh, you’ve awakened,” Evelyn said simply, staring back at him. His hair seemed quite messy and the look on his face distraught.
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I already have six paragraphs, gosh! Saw-ree if I ain't no good 'nuff! :bAw you are more than. No worries! Posting later today.
You mean me rejoining isn't enough inspiration? Psh....
Name: Evelyn de Winter
Gender: Female
Age: 132
She stands 5’6” with a slight frame. She seems very delicate to others, though she has muscle and spirit to fight off any would be attackers.
Personality: : Evelyn is very proper. She is not a lady taken to encouraging the morally corrupt or extreme passions. She loves tea and a good book, a fireplace and a comfy chair. She often hums sad hymns to herself without noticing and rarely makes a grand expression like a full-fledged smile or horrible frown, more like smirks and nods, slightly furrowed brows and shaking her head. She is quieter but has never been pushed to the extreme by anything. Even when horrible things happen she is a lady, not throwing herself into depression but working through it and coming out stronger.
Likes: Books, tea, quilts, fireplaces, walks, dresses
Dislikes: Cursing, unnecessarily loud people, classlessness, ignorance, lack of imagination, the cold
History: Evelyn was born in London. She was raised by a wealthy family who wanted only the best for their daughter. She went to private school, then finishing school, and then to a normal college where she planned on learning to be a school teacher. While there she fell in love with one of her professors, Marcus de Winter. He taught English and took an interest in Evelyn’s poetry, sweeping her off her feet with his own. She married him, not completing university. Her parents weren’t sorely disappointed though, considering she married a wealthy man who took good care of her. Soon they wanted to start a family though, and Evelyn was concerned about the state London was in and whether it was the best environment for a child. Marcus agreed and found a teaching position in a small school in Ipswich. They moved but during the move Marcus was run over by a carriage with a horse that went mad, running him down. Evelyn was heartbroken, unsure of what to do with herself. She was forced to make decisions though, decisions she thought she and Marcus had years to discuss. She had Marcus buried in the graveyard of Ipswich, going ahead and moving into a smaller home than they had picked out together in the village since she was by herself. She needed something to do with her time besides mourn her love, and took a job in the local bookstore. There she encouraged others to read and sometimes just sat outside with her husband’s favorite poetry book and read. Many nights she visited the graveyard at dusk or even at night, telling Marcus about her day. It was during one of these visits she was approached by a man who was injured. Never one to turn away anyone, she took the pale injured man to her home. She knew something was off about him though, and pried until he admitted his affliction of vampirism. Quite taken with him, she asked to join him, and although he refused, he continued to visit her, seeking her company. One night, the villagers had noticed too much and stormed her home, demanding the vampire. He was not present, so they accuse Evelyn of being one in their bloodlust, trying to beat her. Within an inch of death, her friend returned, fighting off the villagers and rescuing her. He changed her in order not to lose her, and her life, or death rather, has never been the same since joining him and the other aristocratic vampires he covened with, unaware she was in fact a descendant of Dracula himself until it was revealed by her new ‘family’ through some digging.
She stands 5’6” with a slight frame. She seems very delicate to others, though she has muscle and spirit to fight off any would be attackers.
Personality: : Evelyn is very proper. She is not a lady taken to encouraging the morally corrupt or extreme passions. She loves tea and a good book, a fireplace and a comfy chair. She often hums sad hymns to herself without noticing and rarely makes a grand expression like a full-fledged smile or horrible frown, more like smirks and nods, slightly furrowed brows and shaking her head. She is quieter but has never been pushed to the extreme by anything. Even when horrible things happen she is a lady, not throwing herself into depression but working through it and coming out stronger.
Likes: Books, tea, quilts, fireplaces, walks, dresses
Dislikes: Cursing, unnecessarily loud people, classlessness, ignorance, lack of imagination, the cold
History: Evelyn was born in London. She was raised by a wealthy family who wanted only the best for their daughter. She went to private school, then finishing school, and then to a normal college where she planned on learning to be a school teacher. While there she fell in love with one of her professors, Marcus de Winter. He taught English and took an interest in Evelyn’s poetry, sweeping her off her feet with his own. She married him, not completing university. Her parents weren’t sorely disappointed though, considering she married a wealthy man who took good care of her. Soon they wanted to start a family though, and Evelyn was concerned about the state London was in and whether it was the best environment for a child. Marcus agreed and found a teaching position in a small school in Ipswich. They moved but during the move Marcus was run over by a carriage with a horse that went mad, running him down. Evelyn was heartbroken, unsure of what to do with herself. She was forced to make decisions though, decisions she thought she and Marcus had years to discuss. She had Marcus buried in the graveyard of Ipswich, going ahead and moving into a smaller home than they had picked out together in the village since she was by herself. She needed something to do with her time besides mourn her love, and took a job in the local bookstore. There she encouraged others to read and sometimes just sat outside with her husband’s favorite poetry book and read. Many nights she visited the graveyard at dusk or even at night, telling Marcus about her day. It was during one of these visits she was approached by a man who was injured. Never one to turn away anyone, she took the pale injured man to her home. She knew something was off about him though, and pried until he admitted his affliction of vampirism. Quite taken with him, she asked to join him, and although he refused, he continued to visit her, seeking her company. One night, the villagers had noticed too much and stormed her home, demanding the vampire. He was not present, so they accuse Evelyn of being one in their bloodlust, trying to beat her. Within an inch of death, her friend returned, fighting off the villagers and rescuing her. He changed her in order not to lose her, and her life, or death rather, has never been the same since joining him and the other aristocratic vampires he covened with, unaware she was in fact a descendant of Dracula himself until it was revealed by her new ‘family’ through some digging.Old CS okay?
Name: Evelyn de Winter
Gender: Female
Age: 132
She stands 5’6” with a slight frame. She seems very delicate to others, though she has muscle and spirit to fight off any would be attackers.
Personality: : Evelyn is very proper. She is not a lady taken to encouraging the morally corrupt or extreme passions. She loves tea and a good book, a fireplace and a comfy chair. She often hums sad hymns to herself without noticing and rarely makes a grand expression like a full-fledged smile or horrible frown, more like smirks and nods, slightly furrowed brows and shaking her head. She is quieter but has never been pushed to the extreme by anything. Even when horrible things happen she is a lady, not throwing herself into depression but working through it and coming out stronger.
Likes: Books, tea, quilts, fireplaces, walks, dresses
Dislikes: Cursing, unnecessarily loud people, classlessness, ignorance, lack of imagination, the cold
History: Evelyn was born in London. She was raised by a wealthy family who wanted only the best for their daughter. She went to private school, then finishing school, and then to a normal college where she planned on learning to be a school teacher. While there she fell in love with one of her professors, Marcus de Winter. He taught English and took an interest in Evelyn’s poetry, sweeping her off her feet with his own. She married him, not completing university. Her parents weren’t sorely disappointed though, considering she married a wealthy man who took good care of her. Soon they wanted to start a family though, and Evelyn was concerned about the state London was in and whether it was the best environment for a child. Marcus agreed and found a teaching position in a small school in Ipswich. They moved but during the move Marcus was run over by a carriage with a horse that went mad, running him down. Evelyn was heartbroken, unsure of what to do with herself. She was forced to make decisions though, decisions she thought she and Marcus had years to discuss. She had Marcus buried in the graveyard of Ipswich, going ahead and moving into a smaller home than they had picked out together in the village since she was by herself. She needed something to do with her time besides mourn her love, and took a job in the local bookstore. There she encouraged others to read and sometimes just sat outside with her husband’s favorite poetry book and read. Many nights she visited the graveyard at dusk or even at night, telling Marcus about her day. It was during one of these visits she was approached by a man who was injured. Never one to turn away anyone, she took the pale injured man to her home. She knew something was off about him though, and pried until he admitted his affliction of vampirism. Quite taken with him, she asked to join him, and although he refused, he continued to visit her, seeking her company. One night, the villagers had noticed too much and stormed her home, demanding the vampire. He was not present, so they accuse Evelyn of being one in their bloodlust, trying to beat her. Within an inch of death, her friend returned, fighting off the villagers and rescuing her. He changed her in order not to lose her, and her life, or death rather, has never been the same since joining him and the other aristocratic vampires he covened with, unaware she was in fact a descendant of Dracula himself until it was revealed by her new ‘family’ through some digging.
She stands 5’6” with a slight frame. She seems very delicate to others, though she has muscle and spirit to fight off any would be attackers.
Personality: : Evelyn is very proper. She is not a lady taken to encouraging the morally corrupt or extreme passions. She loves tea and a good book, a fireplace and a comfy chair. She often hums sad hymns to herself without noticing and rarely makes a grand expression like a full-fledged smile or horrible frown, more like smirks and nods, slightly furrowed brows and shaking her head. She is quieter but has never been pushed to the extreme by anything. Even when horrible things happen she is a lady, not throwing herself into depression but working through it and coming out stronger.
Likes: Books, tea, quilts, fireplaces, walks, dresses
Dislikes: Cursing, unnecessarily loud people, classlessness, ignorance, lack of imagination, the cold
History: Evelyn was born in London. She was raised by a wealthy family who wanted only the best for their daughter. She went to private school, then finishing school, and then to a normal college where she planned on learning to be a school teacher. While there she fell in love with one of her professors, Marcus de Winter. He taught English and took an interest in Evelyn’s poetry, sweeping her off her feet with his own. She married him, not completing university. Her parents weren’t sorely disappointed though, considering she married a wealthy man who took good care of her. Soon they wanted to start a family though, and Evelyn was concerned about the state London was in and whether it was the best environment for a child. Marcus agreed and found a teaching position in a small school in Ipswich. They moved but during the move Marcus was run over by a carriage with a horse that went mad, running him down. Evelyn was heartbroken, unsure of what to do with herself. She was forced to make decisions though, decisions she thought she and Marcus had years to discuss. She had Marcus buried in the graveyard of Ipswich, going ahead and moving into a smaller home than they had picked out together in the village since she was by herself. She needed something to do with her time besides mourn her love, and took a job in the local bookstore. There she encouraged others to read and sometimes just sat outside with her husband’s favorite poetry book and read. Many nights she visited the graveyard at dusk or even at night, telling Marcus about her day. It was during one of these visits she was approached by a man who was injured. Never one to turn away anyone, she took the pale injured man to her home. She knew something was off about him though, and pried until he admitted his affliction of vampirism. Quite taken with him, she asked to join him, and although he refused, he continued to visit her, seeking her company. One night, the villagers had noticed too much and stormed her home, demanding the vampire. He was not present, so they accuse Evelyn of being one in their bloodlust, trying to beat her. Within an inch of death, her friend returned, fighting off the villagers and rescuing her. He changed her in order not to lose her, and her life, or death rather, has never been the same since joining him and the other aristocratic vampires he covened with, unaware she was in fact a descendant of Dracula himself until it was revealed by her new ‘family’ through some digging.Ok ok! Let me get caught up for a second and find the CS ya goober.
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Ha I kinda got that vibe and thought about that possible plot line myself. Would have been fun!Well- Yeah! You dropped out right before it died! I think I was going to have WillyWilliamWilsonWill take a liking to you (And possibly start messing up her ever-so-proper attitude)!!Miss me? :)InterestedYou again!
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Miss me? :)InterestedYou again!
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I finally get the baby asleep and ya'll go making all this noise! Psh...
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