





⌈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.





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.