Description

⌈Name⌋
Rory Faith Beckman

⌈Nickname⌋
Faith

⌈Age⌋
114 | Looks about 21-23

⌈Gender⌋
Female

⌈Race⌋
Caucasian

⌈Sexuality⌋
Hetero-flexible

⌈Role⌋
Prelate

⌈Face Claim⌋
Jennifer Lawrence

⌈Hair Color⌋
Rory's hair ranges from a light blonde to a lighter brown with a deep undertone.

⌈Eye Color⌋
A light green with red tints.

⌈Height⌋
Standing at 5'5", Rory is the shortest of the Prelates.

⌈Weight⌋
Rory isn't very large, only setting her at about 113 lbs.

⌈Tattoos⌋
Back

⌈Piercings⌋
Ear

⌈Physical Description⌋
What Rory lacks in stature, she makes up in speed and intelligence. She is a very fair woman, normally attracting the attention of not only vampire men but also human men. Her stature along with her fair and soft but defined face add to the effect. Her fangs are almost 2 inches long and are a very pearly white. She normally doesn't wear a lot of makeup and goes au natural most of the time.

⌈Personality⌋
Indifferent | Funny | Anxious | Private | Jaded
Most would say that she is cold and unfeeling. And while that may have some truth, she does feel. She has the ability to laugh and cry and scream and love...she just doesn't always have the capacity. She just doesn't feel the same way. She is not obnoxious, but she is not a shy person either. She is not easily excited and the word mellow doesn't even explain it correctly. She likes her privacy and she revels in the quiet afternoon. Your problems are safe in her hands and some find her lack of empathy refreshing and quite reflective, while others of course, don't. She doesn't really have friends because most don't understand her definition of space or the depth of her indifference. Or should she say, the cold logistics of her robotic-like heart. She has an extremely dry sense of humor that most have actually come to find quite amusing. Her life has always been relatively separated and lonely.

Likes
❖ Knitting
❖ Rain
❖ Classical Music

Dislikes
❖ Rock Music
❖ Winter
❖ Hockey

⌈Place of Origin⌋
New York City, New York

⌈Birth Date⌋
March 2nd, 1900

⌈History⌋
Rory used her looks and personality to her advantage. She was a thriving actor when she was a human, leading to being very well set off with money. She loved her job and had many acquaintances, along with a family. She had a husband and two children, a son and a daughter. One night when she hadn't come to a show to stay home with her family, the next day her family was murdered. She was left alone and mercilessly beaten by her perpetrators. She lay in the alley way, near to death when a pair of shoes clicked down the concrete.

Click. Click. Click.

She struggled to lift her head, only being able to turn her head to show the full extent of her injuries. She stared up at him, her startling green eyes still alive. "Help... me." She breathed weakly as the man bent down. Then it all went black and she woke in Caius' room, her injuries attended to and new sharp teeth poking at her lips. She chuckled. Now she really was a monster.

Happiest Memory
When her children were born or when she married her husband.

Saddest Memory
Seeing her husband and children hung from the tree outside of their home.

Dance with the Devil by Breaking Benjamin

Here I stand, helpless and left for dead.

Close your eyes, so many days go by.
Easy to find what's wrong, harder to find what's right.

I believe in you, I can show you that I can see right through all your empty lies.

I won't stay long, in this world so wrong.

Say goodbye, as we dance with the devil tonight.
Don't you dare look at him in the eye, as we dance with the devil tonight?

Trembling, crawling across my skin.
Feeling your cold dead eyes, stealing the life of mine.

I believe in you, I can show you that I can see right through all your empty lies.

I won't last long, in this world so wrong.

Say goodbye, as we dance with the devil tonight.
Don't you dare look at him in the eye, as we dance with the devil tonight?

Hold on. Hold on.

Say goodbye, as we dance with the devil tonight.
Don't you dare look at him in the eye, as we dance with the devil tonight?

Hold on. Hold on.

Goodbye.

So begins...

Rory Faith Beckman's Story

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#2014-05-04 03:23:14, as written by CyberGlowfly

Ethan found himself standing on the side of the street, hood over his head and watched his surroundings. He looked like many of the bums that lived out on the streets but he was much more than that. He is surveying the streets for his brethren and will soon go in and report to Caius, the Doyen of his coven. Nothing truly unusual except for the amount of people passing in the streets. Less than most nights and that was something to report. As he made his way home he was staggering here and there from blood withdraw. He tried not to drink for blood slaves because he despised why they were there in the first place. He didn't do this because he wanted to. He did this because he had to. He walked up the cold stone steps of the entrance and then paused at the door before composing himself and walking inside. He immediately went to the kitchen, seeing the Doyen there. He bowed to the Doyen then began to report. "Caius. There aren't as many humans strolling the streets and this might have a impact with us. It's very insignificant but I wanted to inform you just in case."

Rory resided in her room most of the night(day?), sleepless after waking from a nightmare. They were becoming more frequent and they often had her and the rest of her coven members in a very barbaric machine, much like a gallows but strong enough to where that vampires couldn't break it. She always woke up in night sweats then walked the house, making sure her comrades were okay. Checking every bed, every room and often running into people that were still awake. She kept to herself and normally doesn't like coming out of her room. She hadn't come out in three days actually and right about now was the time when Caius would come to get her like a child. He was the one that saved her that night so way back when. She had many books in her room, often reading then re-reading the books in the same week. Classics like Pride and Prejudice, Sense and Sensibility, Catcher in the Rye and other novels. Some were newer novels that she had received for special occasions. Right now she was sitting indian style on her bed, re-reading To Kill A Mockingbird for the 6th time in her life.

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#2014-05-14 01:33:44, as written by CyberGlowfly

Ethan nodded to the Doyen then went over to the young woman standing by the fridge. She had white liquid in a glass which he assumed was milk. He looked at her and tried to begin a conversation. After all, they both had a very big part in the Coven's success. "So how are you today Ms. Petrova?" He inquired, subconsiously holding his neck as he tried to ignore the smell of blood that came from Anneliese and off of Alastair's fangs.

Rory continued reading. Atticus was feeble: he was nearly fifty. When Jem and I asked him why he was so old, he said he got started late, which we felt reflected upon his abilities and manliness. He was much older than the parents of our school contemporaries, and there was nothing Jem or I could say about him when our classmates said, ‘My father – ’ Jem was football crazy. Atticus was never too tired to play keep-away, but when Jem wanted to tackle him Atticus would say, ‘I’m too old for that, son.’ Our father didn't do anything. He worked in an office, not in a drugstore. Atticus did not drive a dump-truck for the county, he was not the sheriff, he did not farm, work in a garage, or do anything that could possibly arouse the admiration of anyone. Besides that, he wore glasses. He was nearly blind in his left eye, and said left eyes were the tribal curse of the Finches. Whenever he wanted to see something well, he turned his head and looked from his right eye. She stopped reading, wondering why it was so quiet in the house. She slowly made her way to the staircase, listening for movement and speech.

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#2014-05-14 23:45:23, as written by AthaNielsen

Annelise sighed softly, smiling in content as Caius allowed her to cling to him. She hardly ever got to do this.. But she knew it was because he was afraid of her getting too close and something going wrong, but he would never admit it. She lifted her head weakly at the sound of his voice, "Mm, I'm fine.." She cooed, wiping the last blood leaking away as she pulled the cloth away. Sighing, she put her head back down when the door open, only the give a scream of surprise when it quickly slammed shut, signalling Alastair's arrival. The girl gasped, her breathing shaky as she recovered and gazed up at the young vampire when he strode past, getting a harsh glance in return.

Still clinging to Caius the best she could, she listened to the two start to argue. This wasn't gonna be fun.. Her breath hitched as she felt the comfort of her master's arms begin to leave her. "I.." She began, stumbling when he pulled away and gripping the wall for support. Slowly, she hobbled her way out of the kitchen and into the living room, easing herself down on the couch and clutching her neck. As fine as she acted, she still got exhausted from being fed on, she couldn't help it though. A creak was heard on the stairs, causing her to give a small gasp and look up in surprise.

Nag nag nag. That's ALL he ever heard. "I said I don't want to hear it!!" Alastair snarled, whipping around to face his "father" and sending a hateful stare before walking onward again, wiping blood from his face. He felt a hand on his shoulder, and he would have probably shoved him off but if he complied to his whiny demands and explained this wouldn't take very long. At the look on Caius' face he could only roll his eyes. "You're overreacting!" He groaned, "You really think I killed her?" He scoffed, shaking his head in disbelief as Caius went on. "You not only risk exposing us, you risk exposing yourself to the diseases mankind has brought upon themselves!" The cocky vampire would have continued, but the reminder of Lydia hit him like a brick without it even needing to be said. "Whatever.." He choked, tears threatening to well up in his eyes as he shoved past and walked upstairs.

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#2014-05-18 16:12:20, as written by CyberGlowfly

Rory stayed in the shadows, almost looking like a frightened young girl when Annelise rounded the corner and looked up at her. She watched with her vibrant green eyes that fought against the dark red that was fighting to take control. "Caius Cassius." When the girl seemed to be confused by this fact, she decided to delve forward. "Caius Cassius was a Roman senator and the leading instigator of the plot to kill Julius Caesar." She didn't think of Caius that way but giving a woman like her books like that gave her things to reference to real life. The girl still stood there as did Rory, locked in a never ending loop.

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#2014-06-02 06:01:06, as written by Scarlet Loup

Even though he was still concerned for Annelise's welfare, Caius hardly noticed it when she hurried from the kitchen. His pale hand tightened around a handful of the material that made up the shoulder part of Alastair's shirt. "Do I look as if I give a bloody damn whether or not you want to hear it?!" he snapped. He cared not if he spat blood into the Regent's face. The younger vampire was covered enough in blood that it would make little difference. Truly, it did not seem like Alastair to kill a human in such a bloody manner, but it was not like Caius to admit he was wrong.

"That is beside the point! Had a human seen you feeding in such a sloppy manner, what would you have done? Had they run, would you have run them down, too?!" Caius tightened his fist. "Why not just feed from the slaves? It is healthier, it is safer. Your defiance will be the end of you, boy." He spat the last word in Alastair's face tauntingly almost. He hoped for a response out of Alastair, but the young vampire only grew unresponsive and pushed Caius roughly aside to leave. Speaking of Lydia upset Caius enough for him to loosen his grip so that Alastair pulled away with ease.

"Come back here, damn you! You coward, you ungrateful bastard." He wheeled into the living room, long hair flying into his face. Angrily and ungracefully, he brushed it away from his face. Caius's hair had the look of over-straightened hair. It still came in relatively thickly, but the only thing giving it any semblance of volume was the breeze. It had reflected the period for thousands of years, but the vampire found it hard to shear the hair he'd grown out during the sixties. Another sign of his unwillingness to move on.

Caius entered just in time to catch Rory's remark. As Alastair disappeared from sight, he slowed down, scowl still distorting his features. Without even looking to Rory, he nodded. "Cassius was never a fan of men with too much power...he was a seditious man who was killed in battle after defying his leader!." The last statement was, quite obviously aimed at the vampire who had fled up the stairs. But the Roman senator had certainly known how to turn friend on friend...Caius would have never dreamed of assisting in the assassination had it not been for Caius Cassius.

He spared a glance for Annelise, checking to make sure she was alright still and not too shaken by the yelling. Knowing his yelling was futile now, Caius slowly breathed inward and outward, calming himself before he turned to Rory. His eyes, saturated enough that they looked black, blinked once, twice, at her before his lips curled into a smile. Blood still colored his lips redder than usual, making them stand out against his milky flesh. Fangs retracted quite quickly into his gums until only sharp, normal-sized canines remained. "Good evening, mee carissime," he said softly, disrupting the cycle of Annelise and Rory staring at each other. "Sleep well? I hope Alastair did not wake you."

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#2014-06-02 16:03:25, as written by AthaNielsen

"H-Huh?" Annelise choked, trembling slightly as she sat paralyzed on the couch. How was she supposed to reply to such a statement? She opened her mouth hoping some words that made sense might come out but she was so exhausted from feeding that she couldn't think straight. In some way it came as a blessing as Caius screams echoed through the house after Alastair, it got Annelise out of the uncomfortable situation but.. She hated yelling. It terrified her and brought back memories she liked to keep locked away until needed. Tears welled up in her eyes as she shrunk in on herself, frantically wiping away any trace of sadness as Caius entered the room still yelling.

The girl lifted her head slowly as the two vampires reached a lull in the conversation, locking eyes with Caius and giving a pitiful smile in an attempt of reassurance. "I'm ok.." She croaked, clearing her throat and lifting her hand from her neck. "See? No more bleeding.."

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#2014-06-02 17:10:56, as written by CyberGlowfly

Rory nearly growled as the Regent passed beside her. He had woken her from the little sleep that she got too many times and sleep was a rare thing for Rory. Her attention turned back to Caius when he spoke. "Cassius was never a fan of men with too much power...he was a seditious man who was killed in battle after defying his leader." She shrunk back into her corner, ashamed that he had heard her comment about Caius Cassius. "Good evening, mee carissime, sleep well? I hope Alastair did not wake you." She was about to respond when the human girl replied before her. She knew it was pointed towards herself and not that blasted Annelise. She stayed shrunk in her corner, only half of her face showing as her eyes turned a deadly venom green that looked evil. "That comment was directed towards me Ms. Nielsen." She spat. It wasn't often that Rory got interaction but she relished in it when Caius spoke to her. "You need to hold your tongue." She didn't mean any malice behind it because she was just irritated that the Regent couldn't act more mature. She looked back towards Caius and saw a look of disappointment on his face.

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