Arianna Adel Nero (Comments Welcome)

[Arianna Adel Nero]

Name:
Arianna Adel Nero
Gender:
Female
Birthdate:
October 12th
Age:
Looks About 19-20 Actually 589

Place of Birth:
Dark Hills
Sexual Orientation:
Heterosexual
Species:
Vampire
Sire:
The First Blood
Bloodline:
Ebonshade of The Royal Blood

Height:
5’9
Hair Color:
Black
Eye Color:
Green
Body Type:
Skinny, but not too much. She is more of an exercising slender then a model thin.
Markings:
Both ears pierced. One long thin scar on the left side of her neck. Four long diagonal scars on her back, the small burn scars on her stomach right around her belly button, and one inch long scar on her side.

Other:
N/A

Side:
Vampires

Personality:
Arianna’s personality depends all on the people she is around and whether or not she respects the person or not. She often times is quiet and observant. To vampires she does not know she is often cold, uncaring, and even mean. If there is anything that Arianna is, it would be stubborn. If you do actually get her talking, or you are dumb enough to get into an argument, she will not back down until her point is made. To humans though, she is worse. Except for the sole fact that she prefers human blood over animal, she could care less if they were wiped off the face of the planet.

Although, everything changes when she is with those that she knows and those that she respects. With those she dislikes, but respects, she is quiet but polite. She will smile, but often when she does there is no humor behind her eyes. It is not true. As said before she is very observant, so she pays much more attention to who and what is around her then speaking. To those she knows and likes though, she may even hold an entire conversation; share a smile or a laugh. Though, she does not exactly show affection either. It seems to be a part of her that died a long time ago, or so she would like to think. It still comes out every once in a while, to her dismay, like with her animals especially.

[Arianna Adel Nero]

History:
Arianna was born slightly before 100 years after the slaughter of the Avaerite people. Being the youngest of three not much attention was paid to her. She grew up with a tired, house keeping, maid of a mother and a not so hardworking drunk of a father. Being the youngest and a female the only attention that was paid to her was if she had an injury or if she was being educated about her duties as a woman. But things like sewing and cleaning and having children didn’t interest her in the least. She looked at her older brother and wanted to be just like him. Fighting, playing with friends, and even working like him.

She was told that she and the rest of this village were the direct descendents of those that were slaughtered from the Avaerite Sands when she was eight years old. There had also been talk about the elders of the village forming an army of the young males of the village to go back and try to find the beasts who had murdered her great grandfather and the rest of their people. No one was really sure if it was true, until there began repeated raids of homes where the young men were taken and left nothing but a note saying the army had called and they had to leave.

It was when she was ten that her brother was taken one night. Shipped off to the army they were creating and training; her mother had wept while her father had beaten his drunken anger into her. He hadn’t wanted his only son taken away; it left him with only females. Arianna and her father had never gotten along well. Her older sister though, Adeline, named after her grandmother, and the ‘perfect’ child. She had already learned to sew at age eleven and had even been helping mother cook and clean since she was thirteen. She knew not to speak unless spoken to, knew that her thoughts accounted for nothing, and knew to show no emotion to anyone or else punishment would follow.

But Arianna had too much of her father’s blood, to much stubbornness to follow all those rules. She made a huge mistake by trying to pull her father away from her mother the morning they had found Darien gone. Her age had no factor as her father turned on her and beat her just as hard as he had beaten their mother. That night she had been left to cry and sleep in the back yard. But it was that night she had seen him, a man, walking through the village in the pitch black, almost like he was searching for something. She would try to get closer to him, but every time she thought she would get close enough to see his face, he vanished. She had tried to mention it to her parents, but of course they did not listen. For the next three years, whenever she was beaten and thrown outside she saw him walking around in the darkness. She left it to be a spirit from the Avaerite Sands, wandering the land possibly looking for its family.

When she was fifteen was when her mother was found dead in the lake just beyond the village, her father was to blame, but was never caught. Her brother had still not returned and her father was left with only one daughter. Her older sister, now twenty three, had been married and had gone to live with her husband and was already pregnant. So Arianna was left to take care of her father. With age he grew quieter but more violent and often times she was beaten and left outside more times then not. No longer a scared child, she often would go out and wander the village at night, as long as she could walk, searching for the man she used to see wandering when she was younger. It was one cold dark night a year later, that she heard them coming towards the village, men screaming words she couldn’t understand. There were at least twenty of them, all in armor of some sort and she hid behind trees and in bushes as she heard them break down doors and people screaming.

She even watched as the other young boys her age were taken in ropes and chains with the men. And she realized that these were the people that recruited her brother. Against her better judgment she had come out of hiding, and screamed out her brother’s name. Hoping that one of them would turn in recognition. To her surprise one did, and as she stared into the deep brown eyes of her brother, a glare was plastered on his face. He told her to leave and if she ever spoke of what she saw that night, she would be killed. She had run home and tried to tell her father, but he suspected her of lying and was only beaten again. Much like a Spartan warrior was trained by fighting and by taking just as many hits as they had given, she learned to handle the pain without tears, and without much reaction.

For another two years she stayed that way, living and taking care of her dying father and was not allowed to move out, marry, or even go to the market unless something was absolutely needed. The only time she was allowed outside was after she was beaten, which as her father got older became less frequent. By the time she was nineteen there was another raid of boys and her father had been outside and watching. Drunk as usual he called out his sons name and five of the men came to their home. They threatened him, pulled their weapons, and asked how he knew that his son was one of them. And her father had happily admitted to Arianna being the one to tell him what she had seen those years ago.

They had busted into the house then, Arianna heard them coming for her, screaming her name, screaming that she was to die. Out of fear she ran and after the years of wandering the streets from when she was younger she evaded them, running through every cut she knew. Hiding in the most secretive places, and after she watched the rest of the men leave, she mistakenly went back home. Only to see her father standing with two more guards, they had been waiting for her to come back home. He laughed as she walked up, out of breath, dirty and exhausted. But he wasn’t laughing for long as she watched one of the armored men take his sword and in one smooth motion, her fathers head was severed. His body sank to the floor while his head rolled down on the ground and the armored men came toward her. In complete shock, she couldn’t think, all she did was turn and run. She didn’t know which direction she was running in, where she was going. All she could do was just keep running as the picture of her father’s still blinking eyes haunted her thoughts.

She ran until her legs collapsed, her body was extremely sore, her feet throbbing and blistered, her entire body soaked in sweat and her mouth and throat dry. She laid there silently as feeling and sound finally came back to her. She heard the rush of water not far from where she was, and even with the dim light of the rising sun, she managed to find her way to the river. She had reached the river that marked the end of the Dark Hills. But it was there she launched herself into the water, and she wept. Wanting to wash away everything that she had seen and everything that she felt, all the blood that still was on her body from the beating the night before, and all the scars she had from her father. It was there she cried until she passed out on the river bank.

She was woken up later in the night by a loud rustle behind her in the brush, but her body was too sore for her to move. She could hardly even open her eyes as she saw someone walking up to her. Her eyes widened as she realized, it was that man. She wanted to speak, but she couldn’t move her mouth, or her body. And after that all she saw was him appear beside her and a sharp pain on the right side of her neck that actually brought a quiet scream from her dry throat. It felt as if she had been stabbed by two large needles and finally the pain was enough that she simply passed out once again.

When she finally awoke she wasn’t sore any longer, and she didn’t feel dirty or wet or even cold. She looked around and noticed she was in a large, elaborately decorated bedroom. The bed she was laying in was huge and the gown she was laying in was silk and hugged her thin body to perfection. She began to go into a panic, but before she could the man was back. He explained to her what she was, what she would need to do, and that this room was now hers and that this place was her new home. There was no arguing or fighting, he simply made it fact and told her what she needed to know.

Literally for years she did not want to accept it. She didn’t want to believe what had changed about her, believe that she was a creature of myth and legend. A creature of death and destruction. One of the first things she did was try to go back to her village, but she couldn’t let the people see her as she was now. Her face clear of the scars that once were scattered across it, her nose no longer crooked from being broken so many times. Her right knee completely repaired and she no longer walked with a limp and her posture was impeccable. Over the years though she watched as the people of her village tore themselves apart, watched over hundreds of years as they died out. But instead of feeling sad she felt disgusted, she watched as the humans wasted their short lives away, as they committed pointless crimes, murdered each other, and everywhere everyone was trying to beat everyone else down and get themselves on top.

The more she watched the more disgusting they seemed to be becoming. She finally grew tired of watching them destroy themselves and began to see them as nothing more then food. As she became accustomed to living in the castle and becoming at least acquaintances with the others living there she became quiet and calmer. She tended to spend most of her time in her room, out practicing with throwing knives or archery. But what she seemed to enjoy most now was training her dogs. She has already been through the pain of knowing that they will die within a very short time period, but she is alright with that. She loves them anyways, and they tend to be her best friends on the worst of days.

Play By: Mila Kunis

[Arianna Adel Nero]

Pets



~Seze~
Seze is her wolf-dog hybrid. The day she brought her home she immediately fell in love. Her and this dog can practically read each other’s thoughts and moods; practically one in the same. Both have that innocent side, Arianna once being human and Seze that half of a domesticated dog. But their other parts, the monster she now existed as and Seze’s wolf side helped them understand each other like best friends. Seze is very temperamental and stubborn, just like her owner. There is no command needed to attack by Seze. She knows exactly when Arianna feels threatened or needs her to attack. She gets along well with other animals, and sometimes people. But she doesn't seem to be fond of Ebonshade.



~Kayden~
Kayden is her sweet but deadly dog. He is the most obedient out of all of the animals that she has and is also the quietest. He likes to play fetch every once in a while but most of the time he just likes to lay down and be petted or go off on his own and hunt small animals. He has been trained to know every hand motion, whistle, click, snap, or word that Arianna has and he will obey accordingly. He tends to not mind other animals as long as they don't bother him. He is also very friendly towards other people and loves to be pet. But with one word, motion or whistle, he can turn deadly.



~Savvalas~
Her name meaning wild in Latvian, this is the horse she chose for no other reason then Ebonshade thought it would be good for his royals to have a horse, or something like that. She likes the animal, but now in the age of cell phones and cars she doesn't exactly need the horse. Although every now and then she likes taking her out for a ride to calm down and think about things.


~Lígo Póno~
Greek for little pain, she followed Arianna home one night and some how, managed to get inside Arianna's room without her even noticing. Now as a hater of cats she nearly killed the thing, but its wild look and it's rather adorable yawn caught her attention and so she deals with the 'little pain' in her room. She isn't exactly sure why though as the damn thing is always getting into trouble. Although, Lígo Póno does get along very well with Kayden, Seze hates the little varmint.

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Cars

She has a thing for fast cars



2010 Chevy Camaro




Lamborghini MurcielagoSV




Corvette z06

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Relationships

Friends|Enemies|Curious|Lovers|TheOne|Aquaintence|Sibling|Childre|Interest

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[Tala Ebonshade]

I do hope it is alright to post now. I absolutely love it! Its well thought out, the theme centers exactly around the Plot, and it seems almost like an exact female replica of my app o.O Pets and everything XD Including one useless pet they both "cough-dislike-cough" but keep around anyway XD

I like it alot, if I may ask if it is done so I can move it...?

And so not worry, with your writing/posting skills I have no doubt you will be the Sixth Royal

[Arianna Adel Nero]

I swear I didn't even notice the similarities besides I wanted to just get the numbers of things the same and I also didn't know what to write for the sire or bloodline since I was hoping she could be a royal. But, if there is ANYTHING you want for me to change (If it's too similar or just plain bad) I will, no problem But unless you have anything for me to change then you can go right ahead and move it. Thanks for the compliments too. I really appreciate it

P.S. I know I copied her having the horse, but I wasn't sure when I read yours that you wanted the royals to have horses, or if it was just your choice. XD So sorry if I got a bit confused there.

[Tala Ebonshade]

Its literally their choice, but Royals do have a bit more pressure to have some kind of animal,pet or something from the olden days, as "requested" by the mysterious man

And its fine, accepted ^^
Have you applied for a rpyal position already? <.<; *Cant remember <.<

[Arianna Adel Nero]

If you mean by pming you that little form that is on the royal/sub-royal thread then yupp I did that. But if there is something else, then I would need to do that

[Evangeline Moon]

I love this! The history is awesome. That's all I have to say.