Miss Catziatore da Ilezar

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===Metagamers unwelcome=== Lucrezia Catziatore da Ilezar Race: Vampire Clan: Ventrue? Toreador? Eyes: Deep Brown Hair: Russet Brown Skin: Fair, Porcelain Height: 5'5'' (165cm) Weight: 110lbs (50kg) Stature: Elegant, graceful Hobbies: Crafting of exquisite jewelry Relatives: Twin sister of Éiri, and distant cousin of Lady Tatiana Eminescu She cuts an elegant figure, this young woman of grace and grandeur. A tumble of lambent, russet brown tresses crowns her head, spilling to the middle of her back if left loose, but near always arranged in picturesque updo's dressed by little pearls and fixed in place by sharp, twin needles, which upon close inspection appear to have tiny, intricate carvings along their edges. Overall, her countenance can be mobile when it suits her and she possesses an enchanting range of expressions. It is often rendered amiable and - even more often - intelligent or amused. But alas, to those that truly get close, this can change erratically and without warning, like a pendulum caught in a storm. When she speaks, her voice is very soft and offers a faint archaic accent that is hard to place. She wears the most exquisite of jewelry and lavish, often aristocratic-looking gowns and designs. Modest to a degree, but never far from delightfully excessive to some prying eyes. Lucrezia has no visible scars or markings. --,--'--<<@  --,--'--<<@  --,--'--<<@ But birds of one feather, flock together. And this little dove doesn't flutter alone. --,--'--<<@  --,--'--<<@  --,--'--<<@ Éiri Catziatore da Ilezar Race: Vampire Clan: Undisclosed -Chirp, chirp, chirp- Eyes: Nearly Black Hair: Russet Brown Skin: Fair, Porcelain Height: 5'5'' (165cm) Weight: 110lbs (50kg) Stature: Pliant, Sylph-Like Hobbies: Mischief, Murder & Mayhem Relatives: Twin sister of Lucrezia, and distant cousin of Lady Tatiana Eminescu [-Other-] ~ Sporadic elective mutism. ~ Flags several psychosis' markers. ~ Scars/brands/etc. listed at the end. The young human's appearance is that of a ravishing sylph-like creature of comely build that proves to be just a smidgen wider at the hips. Naturally fair of complexion, though perhaps on the pale side, with high cheekbones, a retrousse nose, and heavy, slumberous eyelids fringed in soot black lashes that droop over eyes so dark they appear to be all pupil. Her lips are red and swollen, as if she had spent a night of bruising passion... and when she smiles? There are assuredly dimples of exquisite cuteness! Long locks of rich russet-brown are usually pulled back with a small topknot bound by carved pins or silver butterflies. "And whEn I am GOod, I am VerY, VeRy GoOd, but when I am baD, I am FUCKing GORGeous!" Her voice is soft as velvet, and refined as was expected of a Very Sensible Young Lady of Good Repute. Truly. All the while each syllable has a tendency to squirm relentlessly into the listener's ear; hairs raise, ears pop, and the weak or impatient may very well lose their stomach at her often incomprehensible blabber. The bewildering young female often makes conversations interesting, albeit frequently nonsensical. "I may be MAd, but I'm MAgic, You'll find no Lie in my FiRe." Her garb of choice varies greatly from that of a black silk and lace dress cut in an archaic gothic design that bears corset lacing at the front and a bow-wash in blood red with a white ruffled pinafore; to a servant's muted tatters that are torn both here and there; to form-fitting suits that cling fiercely to her wispy shape. Furthermore, those keen of eye may catch the titles on some of the books she more regularly carries around with her; "The Cobweb Conspiracy", "Skeleton Suicides", and "Fifty Shades of Death". Additionally, she always carries with her a simple little bag, from which is produced the strangest of things; rusty steel syringes, scalpels, sharp razors, half a deck of cards (spades and hearts, of course), small dice, short strings or thin metal wires, and a wide variety of little (smelly) vials. Whatever her plan, it seems... interesting. "My SouL is tHe Rose, ThE roSe is dEAd, LeAVe A mark on my bOard." [-Scars/Markings-] Mouth; multiple tiny, faded puncture wounds across the lips as though her mouth had once upon a time been sown shut. Throat; deep, horizontal scarring that seems to once have sliced her open. Right Shoulder Blade; tattoo, three intertwined crowns of thorns. Left Forearm; scarring covering a tattoo of a series of numbers. Left Palm; scarring from being shot in the hand via a flintlock pistol. Left & Right Palm; unholy brands depicting triquetras. Right Forearm; knife wounds, occasionally fresh. Right Palm; scarring from being stabbed. Chest/Heart; tattoo of a misshapen cross. Abdomen; scarring below navel via knife slash. Ribs, Left Side; knife carving, 'X'. Back; scarring from a wide variety of whip lashes. Derrière, Right Cheek; knife carving, 'Mister C'. Overlapped by a whip scar made from a belt. --,--'--<<@  --,--'--<<@  --,--'--<<@ [-Disciplines-] Detailed in the Eminescu Coven forum. Possesses the typical traits/weaknesses of a World of Darkness Vampire, with various disciplines that are for flavor only and strictly used with trusted players. Auspex     [**********] Celerity     [**********] Obfuscate     [**********] Dementation    [**********] Necromancy     [**********] She is 4th Generation and presumed Methuselah. [-Themes (Too Many!)-] Emilie Autumn - Scavenger Emilie Autumn - Time for Tea The Pretty Reckless - Sweet Things Mindless Self Indulgence - Shut Me Up Current 93 - All The Stars Are Dead Now [-Player Disclaimers-] - Tell-friendly! - If you god mode, metagame, or simply do not RP, I reserve the right to ignore you. - As a player, I understand that this character can be awfully confusing at times. I regret nothing! - Please do not get involved with this PC in any capacity if you cannot stomach the occasional slice of random violence, blood and gore with your RP.
Player:	Akephalos
Gender (Visually):	Female
Race (Visually):	Elf