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(Left: Sane Vivian Right: Frenzied Vivian)[/align]
GeneralFull Name: Vivian Cross, Ghelhiest
Age: As old as time itself.
Gender: Female/None
Species: Doppelganger
Race: Currently Human
Descent: English (Body)
Honorifics/Titles/Nicknames: "The Transgressor"
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual/Asexual
Birthplace: Yorkshire, England (Body)
Date of Birth: Questionable.
Strengths: ...
Weaknesses: ...
Disabilities: ...
Abilities (Magical or Otherwise): I'm a doppelganger, I eat bodies and then have the ability to become them. I also can drift through time and space, but honestly, I can't control where I land. I can do a tiny "rift walk", but I can only go short distances.
Appearance
Markings/Tattoos/Piercings:
Height: Five foot, eight inches
Weight: One hundred and twenty pounds.
Physical Condition: Thin, almost emaciated.
Eye Color: White, void of irises.
Hair Color: Silvery.
Skin Tone: Pale, on the grey end.
Occupation and Location
Occupation: Drifter.
Education:
Language(s): Any and all.
Now Lives: Questionable.
Lives With: Lover (Vivian Cross)
Relationships
Relationship Status: Single/Married. (Vivian Cross)
Family/Relatives: Ezreal Cross (Deceased)
Accomplices: None.
Organizations/Tribes/Clans: None.
Former Affiliations: None.
Current Relationships: Vivian Cross (Lover/Wife)
Hobbies and Interests
Likes: Fresh Blood
Flesh
Intelligent Conversation
Keeping Sane
Ogling Bodies
Dislikes: Flying into a Frenzy
Gibbering
Real Vampires, I dislike the competition.
Crowded, Congested Areas.
Loosing My Self Control.
Hobbies: Socializing with upper crust societies.
Interests: Money, Men, Women, Bodies, Fresh Meat...
Hopes and Fears
Goals: Currently: To find her next meal.
Life's Ambition: To find a body for Vivian to take over.
Fears: ...
Crippling Fear: ...
Personality
With Friend(s): ...
With Lover(s): ...
With Enemies: ...
General philosophy: ...
Least Outspoken About: ...
Most Outspoken About: ...
Mannerisms: ...
Psychological Condition: ...
History
The Early Years: We live between worlds. We walk rifts, contort through realms, we bring with us the unimaginable and the impossible. We are many, we are none, we are all, we are none. We are doppelgangers. We are you, yet not you. We are monsters, we feed upon you, then take your shape. We covet the bodies you work so hard to manipulate into your warped image known as "beauty". We take you as you are, suck you in, and spit you out. We are no one, we can be anyone.
I have no name, but at one point I was called Ezreal. I had eaten a noble ages past and took his form. I lived his life, married his wife, helped consummate his daughter, but I wasn't Ezreal, I was just some thing holed up in a hollowed out husk of a man that used to be. His wife was a harpy, his mistress was bland and tasteless, but his daughter, once she grew old enough to marry, she was perfect. I had staged Ezreal to die a "natural" death, but in all honesty, I fed on a charming young man who was no one of any status and riches, and left what was left of Ezreal in a bed, covered in blood. No one spoke of him after that.
The man was named Johnathan, such a plain name. He was a beggar, or a stable hand, or some lower class worker of some sort. No one would assume a thing. A killer has to change their modus operandi often so patterns do not shock the general public. I made Johnathan into a millionaire in a manner of months, I had lived long enough and in enough realms to know how to not alter the course of history as well as make inconspicuous money in bulk. I charmed my way into Ezreal's family once more, since I knew everything about his wife and daughter, I did marry the woman in my last body and help raise the child, and somehow won the affections of his daughter.
Later On: Before we got married, however, something struck me as odd: the girl had white hair and eyes, I had known that since her birth, and I didn't find it all that odd, but it was the telepathic connection that all doppelgangers share that somewhat scared and confused me. She seemed to know what I was going to do to her once I had whisked her away, she didn't seem to be scared, but fascinated. She wanted to know more about us riftwalking creatures who fed upon others to survive and maintain balance. For once, I had fallen in love with this body for all that she was, and not because she was perfect in every way for my tastes.
On the night before our wedding, I consumed her, but a piece of her consciousness seemed to latch onto mine, feeding off of me slightly to survive. The feeding she practiced on me was mental, but she managed to suck out my sanity little by little. She made me hungry all the time, hungry and insane. I would fly into little blood lusts, and I found that feeding upon the blood of a living creature would sate my frenzies for a while. I became what was known as a "vampire" in so many types of lore, but the craving for flesh was what I had, not the blood.
The blood just kept me from eating people alive. At least with the sanity that was being sucked out of me, my daughter, nay, my lover gave me a sense of self control. My only goal now is to give her a body, one that looks exactly like the body I stole from her, and the consciousness of a doppelganger as opposed to one of a human's. Both are nearly impossible tasks, but I will continue to walk rifts and avoid my own to provide for my lover. I only hope I can find a wonderful female body after this is all over, I'm tired of being a man all the time.
I am nameless once more. I am no one, but I can be anyone. I am a doppelganger.
Now: ...