âLife is life, whilst death is death; no matter whom it is, it will live. No matter what they are, they will die.â
Nickname:
Lilia (Lie-lee-uh)
Only those of the Coven call her this. While she doesnât mind others calling her this, she does prefer that only the Coven members calling her this.
Age:
Born in 1912, Lilia is fairly young as a vampire, being about a hundred. While she is older than the average human, she looks to be only in her early twenties; perhaps even looking to be between the age of 19 and 21 years of age.
Gender:
Female.
Race:
Vampire.
Role:
Healer/Doctor/Nurse.
Hair Color:
Inky black stains her hair; while it is natural, it wasnât her hair color at the time of her turning. Liliaâs hair was originally a golden brown, yet, for some reason, once she was bitten, Liliaâs hair turned raven black after a couple of years.
Eye Color:
Deep charcoal orbs rest in her eyes. While some membersâ eyes change colors or remain a light, unnatural color that will intimidate others at first glance, Liliaâs eyes are dark and deep pools that seem endless. Her pupil and iris seem to blend together. While it seems not much and more human at first, the more you stare into her eyes the more you see how truly unnatural it really is.
Skin Tone:
Liliaâs skin is an ivory color with an almost translucent undertone. Her pale skin has no imperfections on it minus the scar that runs along her mid back against her spine. While she doesnât seem sickly pale, it is still a wonder to humans on how pale she is.
Height:
She stands at the average height of 5â6ft; not being too tall nor short.
Weight:
Heavier than she looks, Lilia comes in at a whopping 167lbs. While she doesnât look like it at all, many humans and some vampires have a hard time picking her up and such. It is a very odd occurrence since Lilia looks no more than 100lbs.
Physical Description:
Thin and subtle, Lilia almost resembles a fairy or dancer of some sort. What she lacks in her physic, Lilia makes up in her long, delicate arms and lengthy, slim legs. Liliaâs hips are small and squared, matching her bust perfectly which may give the illusion of her having some sort of hourglass figure; but in reality, itâs all just smoke and mirrors presented by her clothes. Liliaâs eyes are big and doe-eyed, only bringing out her dark, pools even more. She often resembles a cowardly animal; her slightly curved, small nose sits right above her full, rosy lips that will have dimples decorating the sides of her cheeks when it parts to smile. Her face curves down from her high yet soft cheekbones into a V-shape that connects to a long neck and small shoulders.
Liliaâs clothing isnât that much different than when she was turned. While she ditched the decorated hat and fluffy, fancy dresses, her clothes are often variations of what they had worn in her time. Either white or black, Lilia dresses in button down dresses that are ruffled on the top fade out as the skirt parts, revealing her thigh-high equestrian boots or small ankle-boots. A corset will sometimes be worn, although, on days when she is feeling âpantsyâ, Lilia will wear her corset over her ruffled, long sleeved shirt and her tan pants. Instead of having her hair up in fancy buns or tails, Lilia will wear her hair either down or pulled back into a messy braid or bun. Although the time of her life was around the period where makeup was just peeking through the world as exotic and new, Lilia wears little to no makeup at all; she spends even less time trying to apply it.
Potential Interest:
Lilia, like the others of her Coven, prefers not to take interests in anyone. Perhaps itâs something that had rubbed off on her from the others, or perhaps sheâs become bored with the idea of a romantic interest.
Strengths:
- Vampirism:
Predictable as it may seem, one of Liliaâs strengths is indeed her being a vampire. Mansâ strength is his weapons and thought; vampiresâ strength is their speed, agility and brawns. While she isnât as experienced with her powers as the others, Lilia still has a healthy grip on them. - Power- Healing:
Lilia has the power of healing. While, once again, she is new at this, she does indeed have some control and idea on her powers. Her healing powers will only go so far though; because she is new, Lilia can only heal certain wounds. As long as the victim isnât dead, nor has any of the vital organs (heart, brain, lungs and stomach) been mutilated or majorly damaged, she can heal them. Although, because her powers arenât as strong, the victim also must have at least half of his/her blood supply still in their body.
Likes:
- Flowers:
The brilliant colors and flavorful scents will drift her way to la-la land. It easily wins her over anytime; perhaps itâs her inner girly-girl that adores flowers- or maybe it reminds her of her past. - Animals:
Unlike her fellow Coven members, Lilia absolutely adores animals- whether itâs the despised canine friend or a small beetle acquaintance. She loves them all and will try to keep anything she can as a pet- no matter how many die.
Dislikes:
- Humans:
While she may seem as if she doesnât mind them, inside, Lilia honestly dislikes them. She finds them pathetic and odd; while she does try to find some grounds of understanding since she was once before, a human being, she still doesnât understand them. Oddly enough, not many members of the Coven actually knows that she dislikes them. - The Cold:
While being a vampire typically means that she is always cold, it doesnât always mean that she enjoys her surroundings being cold. In fact, she hates it. She hates the winter, the cold, yet, oddly enough, loves the snow.
Weakness:
- Vampirism:
Yes, while it may be a strength, it is also a weakness. It is obvious when Lilia hasnât eaten; fore, her skin will start to become translucent- allowing those to see her veins, muscles and bone structures beneath her skin. Because of how young she is, Lilia is unable to even stand ten minutes out in the sun; five minutes tops before blisters quickly begin to form and her skin starts to bubble. While churches arenât exactly a big deal to her, she does tend to keep her distance and silver will often give her a more severe form of âpoison oakâ affect. - Interacting:
Often of the time, Lilia is referred as âhandi-capâ when it comes to humans. While indeed she is completely normal (normal may be a bit of an overstatement), Lilia barely speaks to those whom she is unfamiliar with and completely ignores those whom she has no business with. When others say hello or greet her, Lilia will hardly acknowledge them; when a stranger does get her speaking, her words are often tangled and knotted together, therefore comes out in jumbles. In reality, Lilia will only speak when she feels at ease or comfortable in her surroundings with people whom she has a better understanding of.
Fears and Phobias:
- Water:
Because Lilia cannot swim, and because of other reasons she tends to keep to herself, Lilia is afraid of water in general. If the amount is too large and deeper than her height, Lilia will not go near it. Despite this, Lilia will be seen by shallow pools trying to catch frogs and fishes for âpetsâ. - Freezing:
Tying in with her dislikes, Lilia has the fear of freezing to death; this all ties in with her history of her past. Because of this, Lilia doesnât enjoy cold weather, yet, once more, oddly enough, she enjoys snow.
Personality:
Finicky and fickle, Lilia changes her mind often, making decisions a difficult task to complete. She often ponders on what she shall choose, whom she shall choose, and practically every other decision she needs to make. While some need patience to deal with her, itâs just her entire personality. Lilia is a very thoughtful person who has no problem just sitting out in the moonlight all day, basking in its dim light. She is very philosophical, pondering in life itself and the uses and advantages of it all; with this, she often thinks about humans as well, finding them pathetic animals who has the impression of their own society engulfing them in its own artificial pleasures.
Because of everything that goes on in her head, Lilia is quiet, and often mistaken for someone with a mental disability since she isnât exactly fond of meeting new people and talking to them- vampires and humans alike. She is quiet, and when spoken to by someone whom she isnât friends with or whom she doesnât know, Lilia will often stumble upon her words, mumbling and stuttering out her sentences. While she isnât mentally disabled, she does in fact hate to speak, and will make it clear. Those whoâve heard her speak more than a few sentences tend to be those from her Coven.
Lilia, due to the incident of her past, often has the mentality of an animal. Saying this, it doesnât necessarily mean that she growls or barks, but more along the lines that her past is forgotten, her tomorrow isnât worried about, yet her today is where she strives. Lilia has no worries about the future; therefore, itâs hard for her to comprehend othersâ worries. The future to her, should remain a mystery until the future is now; as for her past, due to the incident, she no longer retains memories of where she was before, what she did of before, nor whom she was with. Along with this, Liliaâs trust is hard to gain, and with strangers, she is often on her guard. Though, once her trust is earned, like a dog, itâs hard to break it along with her loyalty. She will do what she told, and how she is told to do it in fear of disappointing her âmasterâ.
Despite this, Lilia can and does function quite normally. While she doesnât speak often, she does interact with her Coven members quite well. Playing childish games being quite the curious cat amongst them; itâs hard to picture that she was once a silly girl worrying over trivial things such as marriage and love.
Family:
- Mother: Annabelle Lee Satin. Deceased.
- Father: James Shain Morte. Deceased.
- Family Friend: Shallow Enth Morgantel. Missing.
History:
Born to dark winter days, Lilia was a silent child; she did not cry, nor did she move or thrashed around like a newborn should. Her mother and father, James and Annabelle, had always thought that sheâd never survive, and because of this, they cared immensely for her; trying to aid her in the life she may have left. Turns out, they were semi-right. Lilia was born with a weak heart and body.
While she spent her days in the company of their family friend and doctor, Shallow Morgantel, Lilia still functioned like an average human being. She attended schools, played with the children and even hung out with the stable buckâs daughters, although, this had always brought the bad side in her parents since they did not want her to hang out with others of a darker color. Although she had some friends, the one whom left the best impression on her and the one who was her first love and best friend, she hung out with Shallow the most. Shallow was an ageless man; he was often sought after by the rich to barter him to marry their daughters. Popular amongst the women for being a young, handsome man who was not only a doctor who made a healthy amount of money, but he was also the sweetest talker in town. While he did flirt and visit the brothel often, he still took great care of Lilia.
If she could only remember the sweet, spring days where the wheat swayed with the wind and the flowers bloomed colors. It would be a scene out of a fairytale where Lilia had brought in a rabbit sheâd caught, trying to keep it for a pet; hiding it away from her mother and father. Shallow would often do exams on the âpetsâ Lilia would bring in. Heâd examine them while Lilia struggled on her tip-toes to see over the big, metal exam table, her light golden hair would always be tousled or unkempt. Dirt would often the times litter her face and her dress would be shoved into her underpants and ripped. As Shallow would examine her animals, heâd often look over Lilia from the corner of his eyes with a smirk on his face; of course, sheâd be getting an overturned bucket or chair and pushing it up against the examine table to try and see.
Other memories involved him teacher her, reading to her. During the hot, muggy summers, after church, Lilia would run over to the office and greet Shallow before they went on a hike through the wheat fields and woods to the creek and down the river. There, Shallow would take her swimming in the creeks; playing hide and seek and stick and hoop. When a deer would wonder onto their paths, Lilia would chase the deer to try and catch it, while Shallow would chase Lilia before she wondered too far and got lost. Other times, Lilia and Shallow would go out for a ride, perhaps to town or to the valley down past the woods.
While the winters where rough, to the point where Lilia was hanging onto the last strands of life, she made it to become eighteen. Despite her aging, Shallow still remained the same, only furthering her bond with him. While she didnât push him into anything, neither did she reveal her feelings to him; it was obvious that her feelings were romantic to him. Shallow knew, yet he seemed not to care. Perhaps he did, yet he didnât want her to know. Lilia was tall enough now not to need the stool or overturned bucket; her golden hair decorated with brilliant flowers and braids, the only thing that stained her face was makeup and her dresses where always gowns. Yet, while she did enjoy feeling pretty and love the looks she had gotten walking down the town, she still loved the childish activities her and Shallow kept on doing.
While everything seemed perfect, the spring breeze playing tunes in her hair while they sat on the bank of the river, fishing and eating crackers, both her and Shallow where getting antsy. Shallow knew something that Lilia hadnât, yet, Lilia knew her conflicting feelings couldnât be stuck inside of her for long. Then it happened. Four days later, Lilia fell sick; her heart pumped irregular and her body began to destroy itself. It seemed like forever that she was like this; in fact, she was deathly sick all the way until winter. Everyone was surprised that she lasted this long; even Shallow himself. She had mutilated sores along her body, her golden hair no longer in her head, blood stained her mouth and nose and every other opening in or around her body. She still got up, out of bed to greet her parents and Shallow.
Liliaâs condition only worsen as winter headed to its peak; the ground was white, yet the air was bitter. Her back was completely decaying; her long, dainty arms where no long white, yet, only a blackish purple with red. Like parents are, they had worried about her for a long while, yet, now, they only wanted her to pass in peace. They hated the sight of seeing her so decayed and gone. They were disgusted and heartbroken. Finally, it happened. Lilia was painfully asleep in her bed, rotated onto her stomach since her back was corroded from bed sores and sickness while Shallow was out in the field, gearing up his horses to head back to his office- parents away at church, a fire broke out.
It came to shock for all; Shallowâs horses reared upwards and charged off while he remained wide-eyed and shocked. Lilia was unable to move; grounded in her bed with nothing but smoke filling her surroundings. She knew she couldnât live long, already, she was nothing but a burden to everything around her; but she never knew sheâd be going out in a fire. As thoughts provoked tears, Lilia laid there, feeling the flames grow closer and closer; or until a shatter was heard from the opposite side of the room and she jerked from her bed and the next thing Lilia knows, was that she was in the cold, soft and surprisingly welcoming snow. Though, this was quickly interjected with a sharp pain that jolted her body; her neck overpowering any other pain she felt throughout her body. It was also sucking whatever energy she had, only leaving her with the small amounts of adrenaline in her body that made her grip onto Shallow, jolting with each pain wave that hit her.
When Lilia had awoken, she had awoken in a strange corridor, her body no longer in pain, but only an enjoyable warmth and quiver. The corridor was an olive green color; which had two windows, four wall panels, a bed, a bath basin, a wood stove, and a small dresser in the corner with only a note that was clamped underneath a candle on the dresser. Her weakened legs trembled as she tried to walk over to get a better visual of her surroundings, only to find Shallow in the corner, his arms crossed underneath his chest, watching her like a hawk, his eyes stained a distinct hue of golden orange; a different color from his usual hot, welcoming chocolate eyes. In fact, he looked totally different. His fun demeanor and cocky posture was gone, replaced by a hunched over, glaring posture. His straight, neat, expensive clothes where now tattered, ripped and bloody. His kept, soft hair was tousled and messy.
Of course he had worried her- even frightened her to the point where her trembling body would only cease if she curled up into the blankets. He kept her there for days on end, not speaking to her, nor did he look at her; he only fed her liquids with an omniscient red tint to it. Heâd disappear and then returned. It was driving her nuts. Especially since she was curious on what had happened prior, where she was and her parentsâ location, everything- yet, he remained only silent. Finally, after twenty days in the small room, Shallow finally spoke to her. He said little, yet almost enough to make her brake down and cry. He turned her into a daemon. It was more from frustration and crazed illusions that made her cry. How could she believe her first love when he had become so crazy? Telling her that sheâd been asleep for months, how he almost abandoned her. He was absolutely nuts!
As the years went by, Liliaâs hair quickly grew out, finer and thicker, darker. Much darker; within four years, it had become ink black. She lived with Shallow and always stayed near him, much like a bitch to her master. Despite their previous history, everything with Shallow changed. He was temperamental, bossy and never played with her. He never spoke of the sugar like days where heâd take her to the creek to play or fish. Naturally, their relationship became bitter and stale. Lilia began to draw back away from him, while he still had a control on her; she began to ease away from him as the days past. While he taught Lilia how to control her own powers and hunt food without killing, he grew mean and bitter. Shallow would hit her hard and threaten her with severe threats if she didnât do anything correctly or if she wasnât obliging. This indeed changed her whole attitude and personality greatly.
Then she met her; another vampire whose name remains a mystery. The vampiress had long, beautiful blond hair that was like golden honey itself; her eyes a crystal blue. She was truly a looker. Lilia liked her; Shallow didnât. It didnât take long that Shallow found out that the vampiress was bonding with Lilia, beat Lilia and warned the woman. It also didnât take long for the woman to nearly kill Shallow and Lilia, knocking her out. When Lilia had awakened, all memories of beforehand, everything about Shallow, her parents, everything, was gone. While the knock against the pavement wasnât hard enough to jar her memories, nor was there a cut on her back big enough to leave a scar, something else had. From then on, Lilia traveled alone. She collected the clothes in the dresser and the money that was fastened on the table. Lilia never has regained her memories of before. Before long, she had stumbled across a small Coven, ran by an intimidating man who slowly accepted her under his wing. Sheâs stuck with them since.
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