Forbearer Leader
Name: Alessa Fia Dattolo
Nickname(s): Alessa asks her vampires to call her by her full first name. Only those she cares a great deal about are given permission to call her by a nickname.
Age: 22 years young (1601 years old)
Birthday: 2 .18. 411
Blood type: O-
Place of Origin: Scotland
Likes:
-Exercising
-Hunting
-Music
-Reading
-Dance
-Art
-Weapons
-Sparring
-Blood
Dislikes:
-Fallen
-Rain
-Fear
-Loud noises
Fear(s):
-Drowning
-Burning
-Falling
-Being Forever Alone
-Becoming Fallen
Alessa believes her fears are irrelevant. Being a vampire having lived as long as she did, she believes that she must be powerful to be alive for that long, and that she will be able to overcome the fears that she has. Everyday she attempts to convince herself that her fears are silly, and that she is too strong for them, and everyday those fears sit in the back of her mind, constantly horrifying her.
Secret(s):
Years ago, when Alessa had first became a vampire, she couldn't control her thirst. She tried to deny what she had become, but she grew weak, and lost her mind after going so long without blood. She lost her consciousness, and attacked a young male. She pounced on him and almost completely drained him. His life was slipping through her finger tips, and she finally came to when he was on death's door. She feared that she would Fall, so quickly changed him as his last breath left his lips. He become like her, but crazy. He went on a rampage, killing all over Italy. Eventually, Alessa was forced to kill him. She had been so close to Falling that she was scared to drink again, and to this day she has trouble controlling her thirst.
Personality:
There are many faces to Alessa. She can be a doll one moment, and a raging wildfire the next. She's been through a lot in her long lifespan, and all of the horrific things she witnessed will show on her face. Her expression may seem emotionless most of the time because she doesn't like to show how she feels. She remains calm in tough situations, but even in the most serene places, horrible images will replay in her mind, and frighten her. She will usually go off on her own to think, weep, or remember.
The girl is also compassionate. Throughout her life as a human and vampire, she had always been a compassionate person. When someone is hurt or in need, Alessa will be there to offer a hand to squeeze or shoulder to cry on. She sympathizes with others, and has a strong feel for human emotions. She gets sympathy pains and feelings when around others in distress, and can't help but be there when someone, human or vampire calls for help.
Getting close to someone can cause little Alessa to become over protective. Vampires tend to be overprotective, but Alessa has seen that is becomes worse with age. The older you are, the more attached you become, also making you more protective. She will not let her family be in harm's way, and will sometimes get to the point where she spends all of her time with her coven. She will not stand to see those she loves in danger.
Over protectiveness comes with rage, and that is something Alessa has dealt with before. When she fell into the first thirst after being changed, she became so angry at the world, at herself for being changed. She was close to making a big mistake in her life, and it was all because of her anger. Once a match hits the fuse, she'll go off like a bomb and blow out everyone in her path. Her anger only comes in desperate situations, and when she is incredibly angry from lack of blood.
Of all of the faces of Alessa, the judgmental mask has to be her worst. She makes assumptions quickly, and because of those decisions she has ended up where she is today. Before she was turned, she deemed her attacker just another boy desperate in love with her and blew him off. Because of that she became the creature she is today. A vampire. She also turned a girl into the blood thirsty creature when she promised her revenge on the person who attacked her. Alessa didn't even know the full story.
History:
Alessa was born as the daughter to Maggie and Giuseppe Dattolo. The couple had met in Scotland, Maggie's home country. Giuseppe was from Italy, but loved Maggie so much he decided to move to Scotland. They were only able to conceive one child, and were overjoyed with their little girl. The family was wealthy, and had everything they could ask for. The family was well known, and were respected by all in the country. They were known to be quite kind despite having the status they did. Alessa wore fine clothing, ate delicious foods, and was taught by the best tutors. The tutors had the most impact on her life, for the girl grew up to be extremely interested in learning.
Though she was skilled academically, Alessa was also blessed with her appearance. She was a stunning girl, and was sought out by many bachelors in the city. She was of age to accept partnership, but always refused. She was more interested in studying paintings, reading books, and writing stories. When she had turned nineteen, a man who she had seen around the city before approached her as she read in the park. He offered her a flower, and asked for her hand. He pronounced his love for her, and waited patiently for a reply. After a silent moment, Alessa politely declined, saying again how she needed to study. The man left abruptly after apologizing for interrupting her book.
Later Alessa walked through the streets of the country side. She was on her way home from the park, her path illuminated by the full moon that shined brightly above her head. She took her time, thinking about specific chapters in her book. She had particularly liked this novel. It was a love story, a sad story. Scenes in the work flashed through her mind, bringing smiles or frowns to her lovely face. She was unaware of what went on around her; she was too caught up in her book. She only briefly looked up to see where she was headed, and saw the dark eyes the stared back at her .
Alessa was scared, but curious. She looked harder at the eyes, trying to decide if she was seeing things. Her conclusion was made quickly when the glowering eyes disappeared, leaving her alone in the darkness again. The girl began to make her way down the street again when she was attacked from behind. She fell hard against the pavement, her hands not even strong enough to stop her fall. Her wrists cracked, and she immediately knew from the sudden wave of nausea that her bones had broken. She struggled to crawl away, but was whipped around onto her back. She stared into deep red eyes. She kicked up with her right foot, catching her attacker in his sweet spot. It didn't fase him, though. Alessa tried again, and made contact with his nose. She knew she had broken it, for blood dripped down his chin. He grabbed her loose hair, and pulled her head sideways. His legs rested on hers, pinning them down. Her arms were rendered useless with her broken wrists. He dipped his head, and bit her, his long fangs sinking into her warm flesh. A scream escaped her lips, and it shrilled through the air. She struggled, but her strength ebbed as more and more of her blood was sucked from her body. When her attacker pulled away, he smiled at Alessa's limp form, and Alessa recognized him as the man from the park. He left, leaving Alessa alone in the dark.
The change came slowly and painfully. Her once limp form writhed painfully on the pavement. She convulsed, and her eyes fluttered shut. Her bones cracked and splintered in impossible angles. A fire began in her heart as it stopped beating. The flames spread throughout her body, burning her inside. Alessa screamed for help, but no one heard her. The screams stayed inside her, and never passed the points growing from her canines. After what seemed like eternity, Alessa's consciousness slipped away again, leaving her alone.
When she awoke, Alessa was no longer on the pavement. Her finger tips stretched out, and felt the soft feel of cloth. She was rested on a warm bed inside her parent's home, sleeping soundly. She finally regained her consciousness when she heard loud yelling. Only, it wasn't yelling. Her mother and father were speaking in the foyer. Only then did Alessa remember the previous night. Her senses had been heightened. Her ears could hear speaking in a home five blocks away, her eyes could see the shore a mile away, and she could spell the bakery in the next town over. Alessa gripped a bedside table to pull herself up, but the wood splintered, and Alessa realized her strength. Immediately, she made the hard choice to leave her home with word. She slipped out of the window and fled, only to later feel the pains of thirst.
Alessa denied what she had become at first, trying to live among humans in a southern town in her home country. Her pains become worse, though, and she fled again to an abandoned city at the shoreline. She made a residence in a small home, hiding away from the sunlight which burned her skin in a cellar. She rocked back in forth in a ball on the ground, until one day she went mad and nearly killed a man. She then made the decision to train. She exercised daily, and tested her resistance to pounce with nearby homeless humans. After about a year, Alessa felt ready, and left.
She roamed Europe and Asia, going from country to country looking at art, reading different books, taking part in different activities. Alessa spent five years in Japan and became a black belt in karate trained by an ancient master. She visited India and was taught with weapons. She met with a business man in Switzerland and learned how to handle finances. Alessa learned many things throughout her time in Europe, and returned to Italy twenty years later to collect money her parents had left for her when they passed.
Feeling as lonely as ever, Alessa roamed Europe and Asia for centuries until she decided to take a trip to America with the British. She had learned English on her journies, and was quite fluent in the language and easily adopted the accent. She lived in America all of her years, becoming quit wealthy. In the late eighteen hundreds, she discovered a coven of creatures like herself, but was intimidated by the red eyes.
It was two hundred years late that she stumbled upon a meeting of a coven. The vampires were unlike others she had seen. Their eyes were human colors, but either dulled or more pronounced. One she recognized as a man from another time. She was curious, so she snuck up to the top of the building they met in. There was a glass sky light right above them, she she laid herself on the glass, and peered in at the group. Alessa spent a good five minutes up there when she felt the glass crack. Before she had time to react, she fell two stories down and landed on the shoulders of the male speaking. He reacted immediately, throwing Alessa to the ground. She rolled to the side as he punched at her face. Quickly, she jumped into the air and onto the man's shoulders again. He grabbed her hair, but she quickly twisted his head around. The man slumped to the ground, and Alessa jumped off. According to the other members of the coven, Alessa had succeeded in killing the leader, and that made her leader. She tried to decline, but the members said that she had a duty as leader. Alessa explained that the entire situation was an accident, but accident or not, Alessa was leader of the Forbearers.
