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Seraphine Allanach

If you don't know the way, walk slowly

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a character in “Cogaidh: Blood on the Street”, originally authored by Terraformer, as played by RolePlayGateway

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What is Bliss if you are too Ignorant to understand Woe?






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Full Name:Seraphine Allanach

Nickname or epithet:"Sera"or"Little Flame"

Gender:Female

Age: 645

Species: Mature Vampire

Kingdom: Vampire







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Hair Color:Flame red

Eye Color:Black

Height:6'1

Tattoos:One small celtic knot arm band. She also has a large celtic piece that runs down her back and around her legs.

Piercings: Ears

Scars: none

Description: Tall and slender, she stands above average men and women, as if her eyes weren't intimidating enough. Her flaming hair hangs in variations of loose waves and small dreadlocks down to the tops of her thighs.She sticks to greens, blues, and blacks when she wears normal casual wear. However, her favorite style is the modern couture and she has very expensive and sophisticated taste.







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Personality:
{Cool, Calculating, Smart, Sarcastic, Fiery}
Seraphine Is a full-blooded woman who demands respect and, more often than not, received it in abundance. She is no where near the oldest living vampire, but her age has matured her like fine wine. She is calm and calculating in battle, but if crossed, she is extremely sharp-tongued and sharp-witted. She has a strong sense of justice and will do whatever it take to do the right thing for her and her people, despite those who would say otherwise. She often keeps to herself, finding it boring in her old age to maintain relationships with others.
Oddities:
-Severe fear of starvation
-Extremely neat

Likes:
  • A full stomach
  • Hypnotic, meaningful music
  • Philosophy
  • Playing the violin
  • Her brief moments in the sun
Dislikes:
  • Those who would harm her people
  • Spiders
  • Ignorance
  • Drama
  • The reactions when humans see her

Strengths and Weaknesses

Character Skills/Talents:
  • Stealth and Espionage
  • Small weapons and bow
  • String Instruments
  • Persuasion/Seduction

Character Flaws/Weaknesses:
  • Long Period sun
  • Starvation of any kind
  • Two-handed or Heavy combat
  • Her Loneliness


Secrets:How she became a vampire
Fears/Phobias:Arachnophobia







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Biography

Place Of Origin:Shores of Ireland

Birth Date:August 15, 1369

History:
Seraphine grew up in a rather large kingdom on the stormy shores of Ireland called the Northern Ui Neill. There were times when we had plenty and there were times when we had very little, for it was very cold and the sea was treacherous. Connor Allanach, our leader and my grandfather, led with both an iron fist and a gentle hand. He was a kind man and would always tell Seraphine many stories of sea monsters and vikings and distant lands ripe for the taking. He sometimes even told her of her mother, who died in childbirth, and her father, ever the adventurer. She would always listen in awe as girl and a young woman to the same stories her Grandfather told. But one day, the stories stopped, her grandfather grew ill after the stress of a recent war with an enemy clan. Soon, he succumbed to his sickness, leaving no male heir, only Seraphine.
Seraphine's grandfather had an advisor, a snake of a man, who had always wanted the title of clan leader. After the death of her grandfather he finally got the chance. All of her life, Seraphine was taught how to be a leader and all the ways she was expected to act. However, the night before the feast that would mark her as the new leader she was taken in the night. She fought all she could but it was no use, the arms around her were like chains that she had no hope of breaking. She cried from the realisation of the fate of her people and of her own mortality.
Soon after traveling for what seemed like hours, Seraphine was dropped roughly to the ground with the sack she was carried in. Shen she was uncovered by the bag and laid eyes on her Grandfathers advisor. "Traitor." He laughed and knelt down and brought his face close enough to where she could smell his rancid breathe. " If I were you I would shut that pretty mouth of yours before I remove your tongue personally..." He looked me up and down," Or at least put it to good use." He chuckled and she gagged. "You will not get away with this, snake." She spat, it landing on his face. He became angry and slapped her so hard she saw stars. "You pathetic child. You think anyone can stop my plans now? You?" He grabbed a handful of her hair and drew her up against his engorged form. "When I am done with you, you will feel it in the afterlife..."
And it was no time before she woke up in a strange cottage. No marks, not wounds of any kind, but...thirsty...





So begins...

Seraphine Allanach's Story

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Character Portrait: Seraphine Allanach Character Portrait: Keira Saphira Character Portrait: Levi Mercy Comeaux Character Portrait: The Merlin Character Portrait: Rothbar vas Durere Character Portrait: Alexander Daniel Farmer Character Portrait: Charlie Stone Character Portrait: Augusta Patience Character Portrait: Moria Zephyra
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Keira adjusted the sleeve of her daughter's gown as they were escorted through the halls of the Merlin's abode. It had been two days since she'd received the summons and left Darielle and Kiran in charge of her court. The entire arrangement had been a mess of preparations and measures taken to secure the kingdom while she was away. Sylvaya had been pining to go on one of her mother's diplomatic trips and had drew the line at not meeting the famed wizard. Keira had given in and allowed the girl to travel with her. Now that they were in the sweltering Tennessee heat it was obvious that the girl was regretting leaving Chicago, the city where they were holding a temporary court for Sidhe in the area. Upon the threat of the vampire court and an alarming number of Winter Sidhe, she had decided to take the trip to speak of the alliance between wizards and her court.

"Straighten up" Keira tapped two fingers under her daughter's chin as they paused in front of a set of wide oaken doors. She made sure the sunset orange and pinkish gown she wore was straight as the wizard escorting them opened the doors, allowing the Queen to sweep into the Merlin's meeting hall. She raised her head at the few remaining wizards in the room. It was perfectly time, just as the younger members of the council had left, leaving advisers, the Merlin, and several wardens in the room.

"I believe you know why I am here, Merlin" Keira smiled accordingly as Sylvaya and their attendants stopped just behind her. They watched on as their Queen adressed the Merlin informally. They were equals even here, and nothing was going to change that.

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Music vibrated the walls of her high flat over the streets of Chicago. It was a Friday and she was...thirsty, at least for blood. The rest had to wait. No one complained, no one who even lived near her bothered to inquire or wonder about her strange habits. As much as humans claimed to be the top of the food chain as well as intelligent creatures. A prey always knew a predator when they saw one. There was no one way to tell when it came to a vampire. It could be their perfect skin, perfect bodies, deep hypnotic voices, or their black hollow eyes. Everything both repelled and attracted. It was all so very strange, so most turned away. Good for them, because as soon as you look into the black orbs, there's no going back. The huntings have become more frequent. The entire race is under stress over the new war with the magic pests. Wizards. They will never understand how it is to live when someone tells you you can't eat. Needless to say, the situation has escalated rather quickly without much kindling. The recent spell-murder on Lord Druganin, Recent transfer from our russian brothers. He was a good man.
Seraphine would not allow herself to mourn any longer. She had just finished fixing her thick and long fire red hair and was now getting dressed in her best little black dress that showed off her intricate tattoos over her back and legs. The boys didn't stand a chance tonight. After clipping in her stockings, slipping on her pumps and refreshing her lipstick, Seraphine ran her tongue over her fangs and was out of the door in what would look to be an instant. Once she was down stairs, two of her fellow vamp friends we waiting on her. The were definitely a site walking down the street to the new goth club in town. The shorter one, Aaliyah, was about 5'3 with cocoa skin and a bad attitude. The second ,Milka, looked like she belonged in the Moscow Ballet. She was tall and willowy with impossibly straight blonde hair. They quickly arrived at the club and walked in with no objection from the large gentleman at the door who was , coincidentally, one of them. Bodies were convulsing on the dance floor as the music made their chests quiver. Seaphine smiled and closed her eyes for a moment. They had no trouble finding willing partners to dance with. A tall man with a spiked collar and mesh shirt beckoned Seraphine too him and she almost scowled. The arrogance. At least male vampire had something to be more proud of. This young man was wearing more mascara than her. But alas, nature was calling and she could feel her fangs lengthen at the process and she glided to him and led him to the dance floor. Not surprising to anyone, he had Roman fingers that liked to test the limits of her garter belt, but unlike most women, she didn't mind. Let the poor soul enjoy a touch before the finale. % songs and one billion grabs for her ass later and he was sweating like a pig. She, of course, was not. She made eye contact with Milka and Aaliyah. They all lead their partners to the rear exit.
"And where are we going now gorgeous?"
Seraphine batted her eyelashes and brought her face to his neck and inhaled before giving it a flick of her tongue, enjoying the way he tensed beneath her like a kitten. "We are going somewhere more private, my dear. I cannot wait any longer to devour you." The statement made in her thick Irish accent was the closest thing to the truth she could inform him.
He looked as if he was going to squeal like a small boy at the prospect and she finally led him out of the door, trying not to roll her eyes. No matter the generation, men were always the same and was always the same technique. Hey, don't fix it if it ain't broken. She was in a deeper part of the alley than her two friends but they could all see each other, not that any of these men knew the difference.
The mascaraed Don Juan pushed her against the disgusting alley wall and she grunted, pushing him off of her and pulling him so his back was too the wall. She was always in charge. She kissed, no matter how much she didn't want to, but it didn't last long before she trailed her lips down his neck. He was very eager at this point which actually made Seraphine a lot happier. The faster she could drain him, the quicker she could move to her next meal. She lightly bit on his neck and judging from the sounds he was making he was extremely grateful. She raised her head and bared her fangs, whether the young man saw them or not, the slight stench of fear waft into her nose, but it died as soon as her fangs sunk into his jugular. Luckily for the hunted, the bite is one of the most pleasurable things a human can experience...before they died of course. He was tasty enough, she supposed. It wasn't like the old days, when blood was pure and mostly clean. Now if it's not the over-the-counter's dulling their senses and pounding through their bloodstream, it was the illegal kind.
Seraphine drank as quickly as she could and let the boy's body drop with a thud as she licked the remaining blood from her lips, she took the mans wallet and sliced the front of his neck with her retractable claw. It was of the utmost importance that we stay in peoples nightmares, and out of their reality. Smoothing out her hair and dress she turned to face her friends.
"Sera are you finished?"
"It looks to be that way"

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It was late at night, and the air was pleasantly warm as Alexander walked the streets of Chicago. His eyes were alert while he walked, for with the war having begun the vampires were even more active, feasting on the defenseless humans to stockpile as much energy as possible. Alexander had been listening to the police reports and the amount of missing persons has shot through the roof, quite a few of them being in Chicago, which meant he had work to do. Being one of the four Wardens of Chicago, it was his job to hunt the hunters, and that was what he was doing. Since the war had begun the amount of work he had laid on him had quadrupled, and he had killed three vamps so far. Not including that fellow he had accidentally incinerated... His thoughts were interrupted when he heard a slight slurping noise in an alley behind a bar. Immediately alert, Alexander cautiously stepped towards it and was greeted by the sight of a few too-pale women dressed scantily holding their mouths to the throats of some young men. Stepping forward into the light, he called out "Don't you know raw food is bad for you? Here, let me cook it for ya!". He then thrust his hand forward, and a jet of pure flame slammed into the shortest of the three, turning her impeccable skin into a burned horror, and then into a blackened skeleton. While the vamps were shocked, Alexander clenched his fingers into a fist and called out "Pyros, Estleris, Serve me!". Upon these words a pair of golden doors opened, and two armored warriors stepped forth. Hashari, another of the races created by the wizards of old, used for close melee encounters where a wizard's skills don't really help. These particular two served Alexander, and had been with him for nearly fifty years. They stepped in front of Alexander, and pulled out golden blades that gleamed as if sunlight bathed them. With a wolfish grin, Alexander pointed his hand towards the two vampires, and said "Well lads, looks like we do get some action tonight. After this, drinks on me?".

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No sooner had the last drop of the romantic goth-wannabe's blood slid down her throat and into her aching stomach that Seraphine knew something was wrong. She had almost become numb to the feeling, for trouble was always brewing these days, but this time it was undeniable.Her reaction time would be too late in this case, unfortunately, for just seconds after she thought this, a man in a long duster and black hat that almost hid a permanent 5 o'clock shadow appeared and Aaliyah burst into flames, as if she were nothing. Like she was a small piece of paper caught by an ember. She was so young, just barely 200 years old, a slave who escaped with the wrong person...
Seraphine growled loudly and her perfectly manicured nails grew into claws. Some had certain levels of anger, but even with Seraphine's age there was no denying the fire inside. She witnessed the man responsible for Aaliyah's death open a portal that revealed doors opening up to call up on his "protectors." She scoffed at this. Coward. To dare commit such a crime and dare retreat behind other beings.
Not wasting any time Seraphine ran towards them, it took her longer than expected. By the time she arrived towards the mouth of the alley, Milka was fighting bravely, but she too was reasonably young with her age right over 260. The "protectors" ambushed her and overcame her strength, forcing her to the ground. Milka was still putting up a fight, but this was one she was less likely to bounce back from.
With the two warriors preoccupied with Milka, Seraphine launched herself at the man whom she presumed to be a warden. He was tall, at least 3 inches taller than her in her heels, which said something. She was most definitely not a short woman. She was also not young by any means. Over six hundred years of practice definitely gives one an...advantage. Even in Louboutins. Blocking and hitting. They constantly went back and forth. Seraphine was surprised to find that she was almost out of breath. Almost. Behind her she could hear Milka expelling her last shrill cry as one of the protectors ripped her head from her shoulders as the other one had been "disposed of".
Seraphine echoed a shrill cry of her own and made to attack before the protector could come to his master's aid. She swung her right foot up and it collided with his face, but not before the man grabbed her leg firmly and tackled her to the ground. Air shot from her lungs as she looked up at the darkened face and hissed, nearly spitting in his face but thought better of it.
"Release me, warden. I will see you dead for what you've done"

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Alexander winced at the blow to his face, but the threat to his life turned his attention back to the vamp he was currently tackling. With a wry grin he remarked "Ya know, for an older vamp, you know nothing about confrontations. Death threats come AFTER the banter!". The vampire in question glared at him for that comment, and retorted with "You know, for a warden, you talk WAY too much" in a thick Irish accent that was slightly beguiling. Her eyes also began to draw Alexander in, but he snapped his gaze away and said "Oh lovely. Stereotypes. Ya know, for a dead person, you talk WAY too much!" with a wink. She gave a small smile, and merely said "Do you like the sound of my voice O Warden?" as her voice lowers into more sultry tones. Between the voice and the eyes certain ideas are starting to pop into Alexander's head, but the iron will that is drilled into all wizards shoved those ideas down. Angrily, he growled out "Don't play that game with me, vamp. I'm not some weak willed teen you can just lure..". The vampire's smile merely widened as she said "It's not about allure. It was never about allure, warden. It's not a game. It's a permanent state. If someone responds, they're going to respond...". Alexander's fury at these words and himself for being attracted at all ignited. He shouted in her face "I'll be DAMNED before I respond as you so put it. I am a Warden of the Council dammit, and no HARLOT of a vamp is gonna get in my head!". She gave a small chuckle and then said "Harlot? What a choice of vocabulary you have, Warden" ,she turned her head slightly, "Even though you have no idea how wrong you are." Seeing that his choice of words had made her uncomfortable he tore into her. "Ma always said I had a way with words... So, did the terrifying devourer of men get hurt by the mean old wizard's words?" Alexander's voice with filled with scorn. She draws back as if slapped, and turns the power of her gaze to 120. Her voice is bubbling with anger as she says "Careful of your words WARDEN." she spits the words out, "I did not survive 600 years of hell and men and blood and fire to let some child of a wizard psychoanalyze me!" and as she finishes her remark she twists her body under his grip, gets her feet in his stomach, and then kicks out, slamming Alexander into the wall, and then she runs swiftly, vanishing into the Chicago night. As Alexander picked himself up, he looked about, rubbing his gut, and muttered to himself "This is going to be a long war..."

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The speed at which her legs carried her could never be enough to drive her away from the man she was trapped under for those brief minutes. Agonizing minutes. Humans and wizards alike were food, nothing more. They had no emotions, no power, and especially no persuasion of feelings; not over her. Seraphine fumed at no one in particular. Her long heels made soft clicking noises on the cobbled alleyways as she moved. People will pay for her loss. The lost of her mortality, her virtue, her pride. All of this pent up emotion and anger, all of this fire let out in a Celt's furry.
"Go hifreann leat!", she shouted to the night.
To hell with the warden and all else who step into her path. Which is ironic to say, she thought better, because that is exactly what I want. Smiling, she rounded the corner and fixed her path on the park ahead when she smelled it, Seelie AND Unseelie. What an interesting coincidence. I was beginning to think the entire night was for waste. She quickly lessened the heavy cadence of her steps to a whisper to not alarm the possible confrontation, but she knew even before she spotted them. The Seelie was young, even for most and the Unseelie was older, a male. Seraphine had seen him before and even worked with him, she scrunched her face at the memory of one too many inappropriate gropes from him.
He looked like he was about to devour her. He was obviously much more confident in the situation and Seraphine looked down at her feet as a spark of pain went through her chest. She almost felt sorry for the young one.
I have to help her...
Absolutely not! Are you insane! She is the enemy!, her mind reeled back.
I have no choice, no one deserves to die a fearful death, not even a Seelie.
Past the grunting anger of her conscience, Seraphine "adjusted" herself and fluffed her hair. She threw on her brightest smile and sashayed to the two fae. The Seelie, of course saw her right away. Seraphine gave her a wink and looked to the man as his gaze rested on her, then her chest...
"Ahh my little spit fire"he said as she walked around and nuzzled his neck," It has been too long."
"Indeed it has Joshua. Who do we have here? Another woman?", feigning a wounded expression.
To this he snorted, "Hardly my dear, just a young Seelie bitch that will never see the daylight again."
She ran her hand up his chest and kissed his neck. Seraphine saw him close his eyes at her delicate ministrations and she saw the opportunity to look to the younger fae and motion pointedly with her eyes. Suddenly, she spun joshua around and slammed her lips to his. He of course, returned it wholeheartedly and she almost gagged. She hated this aspect of her life. Most women would kill to have men beg to even kiss their feet, but there's no correct way to explain the insecurities it brings. She just hoped to God the young fae got the message and bolted. Otherwise, there wasn't much else she was willing to do.
She broke the kiss, faking a dreamy look on her face.
"Well that was nice." and before he could even bat an eye, Seraphine bolted from sight. Leaving an extremely confused and unsatisfied Joshua behind and a ,hopefully, non-existent Seelie girl.

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Vampire. Sylvaya sensed her before she saw the redhead. The woman was walking seductively toward the Unseelie Sidhe in front of her, ignoring Sylvaya all together. She doesn't know who I am Sylvaya sent a silent prayer toward the Mother Gaia before she used her magic to shroud herself and bolted toward the exit of the park. Hopefully the Unseelie wouldn't reveal to the Bloodsucker who she was. Being a Sidhe princess was a dangerous title in Chicago. It would be better if she avoided other Sidhe while she was here, lest they gossip about the Queen of Summer sending her daughter to the forefront of the war. Keira pulled out the little piece of paper and held it up as she exited the park.

"288 31st street" She read off quietly, glancing up at the street sign. She was at Janura park, a few streets over. If she headed east she'd be fine.

Before leaving, Sylvaya turned to the brick wall surrounding the park. She could leave a message for the vampire woman that had saved her. She pricked her finger on the tip of her blade, mixing the silvery blood with magic so that only a supernatural could see it. Bringing her finger to the bricks she carefully scrawled her message. Thank you....if we shall meet again, I'll refrain from killing you -S.S. After stepping away, she sealed the small wound with magic and set off down the street, assured that her cloak would hide her from anyone who hadn't been exposed to her magic. Both the Vampire woman and Unseelie male would see her if they were looking, but she wasn't too concerned with that.