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Lilia

"Tick tock goes the clock... tick tock goes the clock..."

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a character in “Freaks Like Me”, as played by AriaSama123

Description

Name: Lilia
She has no known last name...

Age: physically, about 8/actually: around 300

Appearance: Lilia is about 4 feet, 9 inches with petal pink hair and red eyes darker than crimson. While she may seem small and fragile, her intelligence and accuracy makes her a lethal killer. She has a thin and willowy form with pale white skin, long slender fingers, and a narrow face. Her eyes almost seem too large for her face, yet she carries an ethereal sort of beauty.

Other features: Lilia has a small mark on her skin that looks like a tattoo, though it is actually part of her skin. It is black:
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Background: Lilia is a blood slave, yet her blood goes for a very high price. Blood slaves themselves grovel at her feet for even a sip of her rich, flavorful blood. While all blood carries its own unique scent, Lilia's has an essence of utter and complete power. She is a leader of an underground slave mob, where others gather in the hopes of rising up to break out of their rank. As for her past, Lilia was turned by a vampire she never knew. She was young, playing out in the snow, when out of nowhere she was blinded, bitten, and left to go through hell on her own. She remembers only two things: a mark on the side of his neck identical to the one on her wrist, and his voice: "This is your purpose..."
Until she established herself, she wandered from city to city as a monster, taking blood as she pleased. Eventually a noble found her, an old and hard vampire who taught her how to be more than a savage beast who killed for the pleasure of it. Even though she is still considered a slave, she knows it is only a matter of time before everything changes.

Abilities/strengths: Lilia moves slower than most vampires, but she is incredibly accurate. She uses weapons when needed (mostly those that can be thrown: needles, shards of glass, small daggers). However, most of the time, Lilia uses simple acting skills: the sound of her voice, the touch of her ice cold hands, her enchanting deep red eyes. Catching prey has never been hard for her, and it never will be.

Weaknesses: harsh light
large bodies of water (oceans, lakes, etc.)

Fears: snow
the cold
death
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Her Creator:

Name: Koli

Koli is a vampire whom no one knows much about. He appears and is gone the next second. Nothing is known of his power- only his appearance. He has long, sweeping black hair that flows past his back and piercing gray eyes. He turns very few humans into vampires, and those that he does he does for a specific purpose. His name means "black" or "coal." Rumors and superstitions surround his name; to humans, he embodies darkness, evil, and death. A nightmare.

So begins...

Lilia's Story

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Thorn Buchanan sighed as he walked down the street, frigid air making his jacket cling to him. Five hundred and ten years...How the hell have I managed to live five hundred and ten years...? One hand absently gripped the thick silver knot at his neck, his fingers gliding over it. Well....I know how I got into the situation that makes the question possible.... I miss you, Merrideth...

510 Years ago

HUNGER. That was the first thing, the first pain among a million pains and aches, that hit him: thirst so bad it was hunger. He sat up, and his head pounded so hard he thought his eyes would drop out of his head. With the head came his jaws, then from there downward every muscle and joint screamed in protest at movement. He groaned softly, looking around. God I smell foul....Last thing I remember was....Caine. He shot to his feet, hatred burning away any pain. Lord Caine had won the match; he remembered his sword sent flying across the clearing with a strength no human possessed. He remembered the lord's blade at his throat, then Caine's face inches from his own. Swirling eyes, a cruel, fanged smile....Then, blackness. How long have I been like this...? He looked down at himself; clothing near shredded, the smell....The dried blood on his clothes...
All reason left him then; all that mattered was the need to eat. No...feed. Every fiber of his new being took him to the nearest village, where he proceeded to slaughter every man, woman, child, pet--even flea bitten strays became prey...
"Thorn Buchanan, stop this!" He stalked toward the sun-haired woman who stood defiantly in front of a scruffy young male, staring at those violet eyes. He crouched back, and bolted forward to devour her as he had the others.
NO! Thorne skidded to a stop two inches from her face, fangs bared by her neck. He brought himself back into his mind at the sound of her scream; the boy ran for the stairs yelling. He staggered back in horror as what was left of his own village began to come from their hiding places--armed and furious, terrified, and as confused as he was.
Unable to think, the disgust and pain at realizing what he had done consuming him, he ran. And all the while, he heard Caine's laughter in his head...

Today
He had fled across the country that night, in his most instinctive Shift: that of a massive wolfhound. As the sun rose, and his skin began to prickle, he found relative safety in the darkness of a ship's cargo hold. Once he got off, he toured Europe for centuries. Country to country, war to war. And now here he was. Downtown in a place he didn't recognize, full of technology he didn't understand.
How much longer until I'm caught...?

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Lilia lay on a thin layer of hay, staring up at the ceiling. Though it was pitch black, her eyes glowed a feverish red in the dark, giving her sight where humans would be blind. She lay her arm across her forehead and took in a deep breath. Sighed it out. Though her body was that of a tiny eight-year-old child's, her soul was that of the coldest, hardest woman's on earth. She lifted her arm and looked at the black mark on her wrist.

This is your purpose...

'What does that mean...? After 292 years, I should know by now... Lilia's eyes flicked to the corner of her room, which was bare except for the layer of hay, hard stone walls, and no windows. "Yes...?"
"You have been summoned, Miss."
"In a moment."

Nira stood in the corner, shifting nervously on her feet. She had been turned at the age of fifteen twenty years before. Lilia had found her hiding in an alley, struggling to stay alive. Though she had been turned into a vampire, she refused to kill for blood. Lilia took her in and showed her more... humane ways of finding nourishment. "Will you be alright, Miss? You haven't fed in days."
A corner of Lilia's mouth turned up just barely. The closest she would ever get to a smile. "I will be fine, Nira. I will feed tomorrow night. My blood is still good yet." Nira nodded before turning and leaving the room. Lilia stood up slowly, her breathing shallow and drawn out. This was the tenth summoning in a week. Most often she was summoned for family members, but other times her Master used her blood as a way to advance his reputation among higher nobles. Her master disgusted her; he viewed her only as a blood bag - a way to gain money and get in good with the even sicker higher ups. He had shown her how to control it, the monster within. He had given her a home, but it had all been only to enslave her. Lilia's eyes turned dark crimson as she made her way through the underground tunnels to the prison she called "home."
'One day I'll kill them all... The clock is ticking. Tick, tock, tick tock...

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Lilia stepped into a bedchamber with a huge ceiling, mahogany furniture, and a fireplace. Lace curtains billowed from the wind passing through an open window. The door shut behind Lilia with an ominous thud as she searched the room for her caller. Slowly, a young girl rose from the massive bed to her left. Her long, wavy blonde hair hung in her face as she sat up, a finger beckoning Lilia forward. Without a word, Lilia obeyed. She sat gingerly on the soft coverlet and tilted her head to the side. She did not move as the girl licked her neck, took in a breath, and bit down deep. This had happened so many times that she was immune of all feeling. Feeding brought Lilia no joy - her life as a slave had taken that away from her.
When the girl was done, she smiled and kissed away a drop of blood from Lilia's neck. "Thank you, my darling. It was quite... exquisite. Do come again." Then the girl lay down once again, and Lilia left the room. Lilia decided to take a walk outside. Though it was dangerous for her when she it was so close to her next feeding, she felt that she would suffocate if she had to spend one more second in the underground tunnels. She slipped quickly out of the manor and made her way down the street.

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Lilia walked down the street for god only knows how long. As she passed a strange building, her body stiffened and her fangs automatically sharpened. Strange scents poured around the area, but she couldn't tell where from. That wasn't the reason they had sharpened though. Lilia smelled blood. The scent was faint, yet it instantly overpowered everything else. Lilia forced herself to her knees. She crouched, breathing heavily and trying to keep her instinct under control. Her eyes glowed redder than crimson, and it took all Lilia had not to give in. 'Kill... Kill' the voice whispered. The mark on her wrist pulsed, as if in reminder of the horror that remained in her past. That could repeat itself.

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Lilia's eyes shot up as she heard footsteps coming her way. Coming, more like stumbling. She could tell from the ragged breathing and the unsteady gait that the man was drunk, maybe around 40-years-old. He reeked of alcohol, and possibly even a little morphine. There was no telling where he'd come from, as there hadn't been any bars for blocks. Any person would have dismissed the man within an instant, maybe even eyed him with disgust, but Lilia eyed this man, her prey, with a beastly desire. He stopped as he finally noticed her crouched against the building. "Hah? Whaddya doin by that buiiiilding, little guuuurl? Why don't you come home with Papa where you'll be waaaarm?" The man had a sickening smile pasted to his face and within a split second Lilia had made a decision."

"I'm cold." She spoke just loud enough for the man to hear her, her voice high and shaky like that of a lost child's. "I'm so cold and hungry." The man laughed too loudly as he stumbled over. He picked Lilia up easily, though his hand remained on her posterior for far too long. "I am going to take gooooood care of you, my darling." He whispered it low and rough in her ear, but within the next second he couldn't speak at all. The man dropped to his knees with a violent jolt and he would have screamed if Lilia's hand hadn't covered his mouth with inhuman strength. She closed her eyes and relished the taste of his blood as it poured down her throat. The morphine in it gave her a high she had experienced many times before, and she had to force herself off of the man to keep from killing him. She stare down at her victim as he lay in the snow, two tiny holes in his neck and a trail of blood that leaked down into the snow, dying it red. I had better move him so that no one else sees. As pathetic as he is, he will not die from cold. She dragged the man down an alley and left him behind a dumpster so that he would have at least some protection from the cold. Lilia then leaned against the wall, a frail girl with petal pink hair, dark red eyes, and blood that covered her face and neck. A perfect picture of darkness. The mark on her wrist pulsed once like it always did after a feeding, and Lilia closed her eyes as the morphine made its way through her system. It wouldn't stay for long, given her increased metabolism and immune system, but Lilia enjoyed it for the small amount of time that it was present.

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(OOC: My apologies for taking so long to post guys, been going through school and some minor emotional issues. I hope everyone's still here....Tagged everyone so they knew I had FINALLY posted... Sorry again...)

Thorne

Thorne couldn't help but laugh at the girl's response. "A beautiful name, Miss Jazz. And for who I am hiding from, it is much smarter than it seems. Clinics are sanctuaries, to most sacred ground. Unless you're a vile coward, you wouldn't harm someone in a place of healing, spiritual or physical. As to helping me, perhaps you can start by explaining to me what it was you smelled? You still seem nervous, or am I mistaken?"

Michael

Michael couldn't help but flinch at the word "sunrise." He took a long drink, finishing off the hidden bottle and chucking it halfway across the room into the large trash can in the corner behind the bar with practiced aim. He ocld swear the times he missed still marred the wall with shards of glass.