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| User: | _ice_princess (86314) |
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| Name: | Mistress Asya | |||||||||
| E-mail: | desalire@gmail.com | |||||||||
| Bio: |  |Vital Statistics| nicknames: some may call her Asya gender: female age: 747 DOB: September 6 place of Birth: Siberia, Russia race: vampire |Corporeal| height: 5'5" weight: 120 lbs build: perfectly proportioned curves complexion: flawless porcelain finish hair: strawberry blond eyes: blue distinguishing Features: engaging eye and full pouty lips dexterity: right health: perfect illnesses: none, she is undead |Psyche| IQ: untested first impression: cool, reserved, arrogant personality: Spoiled brat. Given to temper tantrums, more like raging fits of anger when she doesn't get her way. Otherwise can be sweet and genteel. Always very ladylike, even when bludgeoning a person to death. Try that! Keeping to her good side is not so difficult a task… don’t make designs on what belongs to her and stay clear of her path should a tantrum develop. health: Stunted emotional growth, Anastasiya never made it past the “Me” stage of her childhood where it appears her Id is forever trapped. This is not completely true however as within a few hundred years of his service, she is beginning to learn from Diarmad, her opposite in such matters. Her eyes have been opened, whether she actually gains in this is yet to be seen. In truth she is quite sensitive and extremely insecure. She doesn’t know what it is she’s lacking, only knows the depth of that void. illnesses: untested fears: loosing Diarmad, facing her past likes: luxury, snow dislikes: arguments strengths: persistance weaknesses: selfishness motto: “All things truly wicked start from an innocence.”* |Power| magical ability: - charms and subtle manipulation or mind control - mind over matter, ie.. telekinetics; defy gravity (enough to walk on walls, etc.) - ability to turn to mist special skills: increased speed and strength, heightened senses, telepathy, faintly empathic, mind speak with any younger weaknesses: fire, holy objects, decapitation, spine breakage, pierced heart, blood lust, too much, or too direct, sunlight training: She has never had need for weapons as a form of protection. Guards and her own claws and teeth have served her well in that. Though she is quite adept with knives and bludgeoning instruments. |Halcyon Halls| house: staff housing rooming with: Diarmad time at Halcyon: a few months teaches: Art History guide students: ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} swans_ascensionred_splashsirens__calldreamers_danceAIM Name: cold hunger |Relationships| sireling: enslaved_heartfriend(s): none enemies: many often seen with: Diarmad relationship status: Diarmad |History| As with all creatures of legend, there have always been rumours surrounding the beautiful vampire known in her homeland as Vourdulak. Some say she slept with and sold her soul to, the devil, though Anastasiya will be quick to answer that her soul, dark as it may be, is still very much in her own possession. All that is known for certain was that she was once a princess, in a place and age where such existed, not in abundance, but more then is seen today. Her tiny kingdom set high in the icy region of northern Siberia, has long since died, though the castle can still be seen on a clear day. In life she was known for her beauty, and her vanity, and though the stories told were of a sweetnatured child filled with laughter and tenderness, most servants told a far darker tale. Violent raging tantrums, abuse, and worse. One day, she hit a young surf so hard, she cracked the girl's cheek, causing her blood to splatter on Anastasiya's face. The girl was beat severely for it, and chained with no food or water, and no blankets, in the dungeon beneath the castle. Within two days she had died, but Anastasiya was ecstatic. Her skin glowed from where the young virgin's blood had streaked it. Soon she was having other similar servants brought to her chambers in secret. She would beat them and cut them, and coat her naked flesh with their blood, often literally bathing in it. Vanity and her greed drove her to seek out more and more, never quite getting exactly what it was she searched for. The servants numbers dwindled, her father, always so willing to spoil the child continued to give into her every whim, not asking and turning a blind eye to what really was happening to his people. Soon it was villagers being brought to the princess, young girls of age but not yet married, and still virginal. It was purity after all that she sought, purity that offered the most cleansing blood. Finally in rage and terror, the villagers rose up against their liege, tearing him from his bed in the dead of night, his body being torn limb from limb while his daughter fled into the night. Her most trusted servants along with her advisor fled with her, all eventually moving south, into Romania. There Anastasiya continued her blood orgies, always the numbers dead increasing as her demand rose. Eventually, one night, her tiny household was attacked, everyone but the princess slaughtered by a lone assailant, a vampire who had been watching. Her attacks rose such fear in the locals, he explained, that her methods would only result in her supply fleeing, if they didn't at first rise up and kill her. He should have killed her, he said, but she fascinated him, and so he shared with her the curse he had carried with him for a thousand years. A curse. Anastasiya called it a blessing. She stayed with him until he would let her go, and moved finally back to her home land. Years had passed, decades in fact, until all who had lived in her time had turned to dust, and all Anastasiya was in their village was a legend told in fearful whispers. A new king now sat in the thrown of her father, a handsome king with a beautiful bride and a home full of delicate, fat, beautiful children. One by one the children began to die in their own beds, until all had perished and the queen too had joined them. Suicide most said, though the puncture wounds in her neck and the lack of blood, left some to wonder. The king, griefstricken, alone, and in need of a bride was only so happy to marry the beautiful princess Anastasiya, despite the superstition surrounding her name. The ice princess was back where she belonged. The number of dead continued to rise, just as before, and the king, quite smitten with his young bride, never once suspected her. The legend seemed almost to repeat itself. This time however, it was not the villagers to kill the king, it was his bride, and the princess did not flee into the night, but into the streets, killing the villagers in ever increasing numbers until it was they who finally fled in terror. Alone finally, and hungry, Anastasiya eventually left the tiny kingdom, traveling as she willed, collecting for herself anything which caught her eye and struck her fancy. The pride of this collection was a creature who, for a hundred years lay cast in stone. Anastasiya freed him from this prison and in the process captured his heart. He was her own, her champion, her Diarmad. She loved him. As much as so black a heart could love, and bound him to her forever. Though no longer feeding as freely, or as ravenously as she once did, Anastasiya still expects to get her own way as much as possible, and more. Recently her restlessness brought Anastasiya and her prized pet to the Isle of Demons, to Halcyon Halls, one of the princess' many investments. Who knows how long they'll stay, or what damage might be done before they take their leave. |Preferences| month: January animal: silver fox color: white food: caviar drink: bloodwine accessory: Diarmad (or diamonds) music: Tchaikovsky prey: whoever stands in her way |Aversions| month: August animal: any bugs or insects color: yellow drink: milk PB: Scarlett Johansson [Disclaimer: None of the graphics within this journal are mine. . Those not credited individually were created either by ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} rpg_icons or vampyreerotica, or the creator is unknown to me. Scarlett Johansson does not belong to me, her likeness is borrowed for the portrayal of the character. This is fake and only for fun. Anastasiya Vourdulak belongs to me. *quote is attributed to Ernest Hemingway] | |||||||||
| Interests: | 1: diarmad | |||||||||
| Schools: | None listed | |||||||||
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| Account type: | Free Patient | |||||||||
