Full Name:
Tacitus Heilwig
Meaning:
“Silent Battle”
Species/Role:
Female Vampire 2
Human Subjugate:
Tristan Blair
Gender:
Female
Age:
Appears 20, actually is 123
Height:
5'2''
Weight:
100lbs
Appearance:
Tacitus is a very slim girl, especially for how old she appears. There's little muscle on her arms and torso, with just a little more on her legs. He ribs show just a little, though she would never really let people look at her that closely. She's got a very weak air to her, no matter how you look at her. The only thing strong she seems to have is her intense gaze. Her eyes are bright red with strange rings in them, so her look can be very frightening. This may be why so many insist that she is intimidating, despite her small stature.
Overall, Tacitus has a rather plain face. Her eyes are the only interesting thing, in her opinion. Her nose is a little long and thin. Her lips are small enough and her ears are slightly pointed. Her long, black hair is cut so the bangs often hang in front of her eyes and always cover her ears. Her hair only reaches about to her shoulders, before stopping in neat cuts.
As far as clothing goes, Tacitus likes simplistic clothing. A simple, black shirt or tank top appears to be her favorite thing. Sometimes her pants are a little more interesting. They could be red or white, maybe black, with a few designs if she's feeling particularly fancy that day. She doesn't like to wear shoes if she can help it, but will wear plain shoes if forced outside. The only consistency in her outfit is that she always covers most of her torso and right arm with bandages.
Distinguishing Features:
Tacitus has several scars lining her throat and right arm. These appear to be from some sort of animal attack.
Motto/Catch Phrase:
“...”
Personality:
Being completely mute seems to have really taken a toll on Tacitus. She's become somewhat cold and unwilling to attempt communications with other vampires, opting to instead communicate only through hand motions and body language. Most people would consider her somewhat intimidating, or simply rude. She has no intent of changing her mannerisms, though, so she'll remain eerily silent to see how others react.
Tacitus doesn't take very well to pity. When people say that they feel sorry for her inability to speak, she normally rolls her eyes and makes small airy sounds. She doesn't like it when people think of her silence as a flaw, as she sees it as more of an odd twist of fate that lead to learning a new way of living. If she has to lose something, she'll normally look at the positive side of it.
However, this never makes her a bubbly person. Looking on the bright side of life has only help Tacitus inwardly. Outwardly, she's as cruel as ever and just as violent. She seems to enjoy occasionally scaring humans to the point of them screaming and begging for mercy. She doesn't really enjoy hurting them, unless they deserve it, but it's still fun to watch them writhe. Given the right motive and situation, Tacitus will often go overboard; injuring anyone who says the wrong thing. She, perhaps, has a few anger issues she would rather ignore.
In the long run, Tacitus does like people. She may have no desire to speak with them, but she wants them to talk to her. She likes to hear what others have to say most of the time, and often sits around and just listens for hours on end.
Likes:
Stories, swimming, puns, deer, gems, and surprises(preferably of the more good kind)
Dislikes:
Powerful scents, tattle-tales, silk, cold water, ice/snow, fairies, and loud voices
Weaknesses:
Extremely frail, mute, and easily manipulated/convinced
Fears:
Running water, becoming blood drunk, any animal of the canine species
Theme Song:
Wolfgun- Ghosts
Once I asked you to fill an empty space
To live inside the shadow of the life I had to face
And though you took me, and made me feel alive
I wonder just how much of me that you have helped to die
And now I know that you are waiting somewhere
Watching me, to see what I will do
So I will go, no, I won't stay to bother you
The one thing that I counted on that I believed was true
Just like a burn will linger, she crept between my fingers
And to my body she has now become a new disease
A fog to cloud my vision, more like an apparition
She made a mess and now abandoned me
So I thought I'd burn the bridge you made for me
But when I did, all our love was left behind
Now what we've got to show is a memory
And just like ghosts, it will keep me up at night
Well I had a revelation, cause I found a new location
A place inside your heart you thought that I would never see
Without a hint, or notion, you wrought without emotion
A brand new world for you to toy with me
And now I know that you are waiting somewhere
Watching me, to see what I will do
So I will go, no, I won't stay to bother you
The one thing that I counted on that I believed was true
Powers:
Telepathy(she uses it very seldomly), Hypnotism
General Skills:
Book keeping, cooking, bartering, stealth, charm
History:
Tacitus hasn't always been a mute. When she was still human, and a very young one at that, she lived with her older sister one of the kingdoms. Of course, Tacitus wasn't aware that her older sister was a vampire at the time. In fact, she had always just assumed her sister didn't go out during the day because she disliked the sun getting her eyes.
Tacitus lived out her childhood rather normally. Her sister seemed to keep her safe enough and never did anything to bring light to the whole vampire issue. That was, until Tacitus turned about sixteen. At that point, her sister got mixed up with a few other vampires. Tacitus was aware that one of the boys her sister was hanging out with was “bad news” but tried to ignore it. After all, her sister would always come home and talk about how in love she was. Tacitus couldn't deny her sister that kind of happiness.
When Tacitus turned eighteen, she moved out. She tried getting a job in town, just a simple market job. She would barter with the customers and keep tabs on all of the prices of items and what was sold when. She had a good life, so she thought. She enjoyed the simplicity of it all. Sometimes she would hear from her sister, but she didn't really see her around.
That was until one night in particular. Tacitus was woken up in the middle of the night by her sister and three other vampires. The four begged her to hide them; yelling something about Vampire Hunters and being afraid. Tacitus didn't know what was going on, but gladly allowed her sister and sister's friends to hide in her house. When the Vampire Slayers broke into her house, all of the vampires scattered. Tacitus, being too terrified to know what else to do, joined them in their attempt to escape.
Of course, she was no vampire. She was easily caught and mauled by the slayers dogs. She can remember very little about this event other than the sounds of the dogs barking and trying to scream, but being completely unable. The next thing she knew, she woke up in a river; cold and confused. Somewhere along the lines, she had been turned. Because of the attack from the dogs, she was left with scars covering most of her body, but, more importantly, she had lost her ability to speak. The dogs' assault on her neck must have removed her voice box somehow or at least damaged it. She questioned most of her life. Why had this happened? Where was her sister? Her sister's friends? Had they all died?
She learned that her sister had been killed years later, after having adjusted to the ways of being a vampire. This was all new to her.
Over time, Tacitus has gotten more and more powerful. While she's still very frail, she's cunning and light on her feet. She's gotten to a good place among vampires and doesn't seem to be afraid of another slayer trying to hunt her down. If anything, she's interested in meeting a slayer up close and personal, just to see how they react to her. Despite this, how Tacitus came to be living in such a lavish castle is a mystery. She just happened to be in the right place at the right time.
Other:
Being mute is a huge problem for Tacitus, mostly because she absolutely refuses to use her telepathy. There's only so much she can convey without speaking. Sometimes, she can make very weak sounds, but never loud ones or even anything worth much note. She does occasionally make airy sounds though.
