Daphne Greengrass (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} _silvertongued) wrote,@ 2011-12-22 22:37:00 |
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PROFILE
WHEN THE LINE IS CROSSED I GET OFF Daphne knows she’s a pretty girl, and wants for everyone else to know it as well. She keeps her dark hair at a medium length, and won’t be seen outside of her room without flawless hair, make-up, and nails. She will use many different subtle means of standing out, such as eye-catching and occasionally dramatic jewelry. It helps that she is a tall girl, standing at 5’7”, and has never had a problem with her weight. Her face is lightly freckled, and her dark eyes often sparkle with a hint of mischief and humor. She carries herself with a certain amount of importance, all the while maintaining an air of someone who hasn’t a care in the world. PERSONALITY YOU DON'T KNOW THAT I KNOW YOU WATCH ME EVERY NIGHT AND I JUST CAN'T RESIST THE URGE TO STAND HERE IN THE LIGHT Daphne is, and always has been, a very good friend to have. It’s not simply that she’s from the right family with the right background (though she certainly is), but she appears to have all the qualities someone of her proper breeding should have. She’s witty and pleasant, well-mannered and of course, well-connected. She is fiercely loyal, and would fight to the death for someone she cares about. At the same time, she’s a horrible enemy to have. If you remove all the grooming and the veil of wit and manners, and were to look straight into what makes Daphne Daphne, she is not a good person. She’s selfish and out for herself, and doesn’t care who she has to destroy to get what she wants. She was seemingly born with a gift for manipulation, and she doesn’t care in the slightest who she hurts. In fact, she delights in winding people up and setting them off after each other, so she can watch the drama unfold. She is cold and calculated, and absolutely never forgets a slight – upon herself, or those she holds dear. HISTORY YOUR GREEDY EYES UPON ME AND THEN I COME UNDONE AND I COULD CLOSE THE CURTAIN BUT THIS IS TOO MUCH FUN Both of Daphne’s parents came from similar wealthy backgrounds. Delaney Evergreen was the only son of one of the most respected doctors in Britain, and something of a lazy lady’s man in his youth. After failing far too many of his exams for his family’s liking, his father, Dermont Evergreen, informed his lay-about son that he wouldn’t see a single penny of his inheritance unless he got off his pampered arse and made something of himself. And so Delaney pulled it together – money was truly a wonderful motivator – and picked a way of life that was full of danger and excitement (and was, of course, greatly impressive to the fairer sex). After getting his act together at school, he gathered funds and men to work with him and set out to explore the world. He called himself an archeologist, but more valuables were damaged than preserved. The legitimate finds of worth he usually took home with him to display at fancy parties to wow Victorian London. And all of this was greatly attractive to a woman like Dahlia Wickes-Down. Despite being born in Britain, she had been raised in Europe most of her life. By the time she and Delaney met, she had already published her first romance novel, and was engaged to a French man her parents had deemed suitable. Dahlia and Delaney thus began a torrid affair, eventually leading to running away together. It was quite the scandal in those times. With a life like that, it’s hardly surprising she wrote erotica in her spare time. It was always published anonymously in magazines, but still, it was something. Daphne was the first child born to the newly-wedded pair, and was doted upon at every turn. She was a little queen in her parents eyes, and that never changed – not even when her younger sister, Victoria, was born. The happy sisters were simply Queen Daphne and Princess Victoria, and theirs was a happy kingdom. There was a minimal amount of rivalry between the girls, and neither ever wanted for anything. The sisters truly could not have been closer, and remained close all their lives. They managed to each lead separate lives in separate circles, and yet remain best friends and partners in crime the whole way. To this day, Tori is the only person that Daphne ranks as high as herself in importance. Naturally, Daphne always did well in her studies. She always got great marks, and was an extremely popular girl. Daphne played host several times a week to other girls her age. Sewing circles, tea parties, whatever was fashionable at the time. Daphne had a secret, of course – she was much darker than any of the flittering little girls she pretended to be friends with. The fact that her family had fae and demonic blood was not a secret to the Evergreens, and like her parents before her, Daphne was a born witch. She adored her magic, but she didn’t have a lot of time to practice it as a child, or even a young adult. She was only at her second level of black magic by the time she turned twenty. Twenty was an interesting year for Daphne. It was around that time a young man by the name of Bennet Younger began coming to court Daphne. Daphne had absolutely no interest at all in Mr. Younger. He was so very pure. By Victorian standards, he was perfectly correct in all he did. Quite simply, he bored Daphne to tears. Once in a while she would attempt to say or do something shocking, and while it flustered him, he would quickly try and force the conversation back onto a more acceptable topic. If only Mr. Younger had taken that as a sign to back off. Instead, he asked her parents for their eldest daughter’s hand, and they readily accepted. They didn’t much care for the boy themselves, but he was from an excellent family. That just wouldn’t do. Daphne still had things she wanted to do in life, and she wouldn’t get any of them if she was attached to that. A few weeks later, when Mr. Younger was tragically killed, trampled by his own horse, no one was surprised at all when Daphne took to her bed for a week. She was grieving, of course! She’d witnessed the whole thing, too. Poor dear. Well, actually, she was recovering from a spell she’d attempted that was far above her level. Any damage done from that spell had been to Daphne alone. Still, the horse spooking and trampling Bennet as he attempted to come to her aid had worked out just fine in the end. Daphne healed, and was allowed a good long stretch of time before her parents even dreamed of their daughter courting again. They were fairly certain she had killed the boy, but that was no matter. Still, to have it happen again? No, that would make people suspicious. Better to leave Daphne to her own devices for a time. Just as well, as Daphne had decided to follow in her mother’s footsteps. She begged her parents to send her away somewhere where she could learn to write, and was quickly informed of the impossibility. So she wrote on her own, and found she actual had talent. Though she doesn’t remember when, at some point in her life Daphne figured out her affinity, gifted to her by her fae blood. Her affinity was for words. Whether it be using them to tell a good story, or to wrap people around her finger… words were the greatest weapon she’d ever have against the world. So Daphne continued to write, her stories spanning across all genres. She managed to have a few proper stories published, and the more controversial material went to dirty magazines under false names. However, it was not Daphne’s talent that brought the attention of the Enlightened to her family. It was her father. The council had finally decided that Delaney Evergreen was just the worst sort of jackass. He destroyed more than he ‘restored,’ and the great works he did come across usually ended up decaying in his study. When a handsome stranger named Octavius Dosett moved in to the manor down the road, it brought a great deal of excitement to the area. He was handsome, unattached, and hopelessly wealthy. He was also a very kind man. He attended every party, always had the correct response to every comment or question, and generally, everyone liked him. No one suspected that he had been sent to see that Delaney Evergreen was put to a quick end. Ultimately, Octavius delayed in his task for a time, because he found the idiot adventurer’s daughters to be much more interesting. The younger Victoria already showed great promise in her own gifts, and Daphne? Yes, she needed a bit of polishing, but Octavius was certain he had come across a great talent. Over the course of a year the two got to know one another, mostly in private. It was a long time before Octavius confided in Daphne about what he was, and of course, she demanded proof. Seeing his fangs excited Daphne, and when she was offered a chance at joining this life, she didn’t have to think about it much. She did, however, come with a couple of requirements of her own. First, he could not kill her father. She didn’t care what the elders wanted. They had ordered to put him to an end. That didn’t have to mean death. Daphne proposed an injury – a significant injury, to his leg, to keep him at home for the rest of his life. Octavius was not pleased with this bit of manipulation, but he agreed to it. A terrible accident with a runaway carriage later, and Delaney’s adventuring days were over. The second requirement was that she wanted a bit more time to spend with her family. She had just helped to cripple her father. Yes, she had done it to save his life, but she still didn’t feel right about just leaving. If Octavius wanted to take her away, he had to come up with a good story about how they were going to do it. Something that would allow Daphne to actually come back. Third, she wanted permission to sire her sister later down the road. And finally, she wanted Octavius’s vow that after her, he would sire no more women into their little family. Daphne knew what Octavius thought he had so well concealed. He was in love with her. He would have given her anything she asked for. And so, arrangements were made. A few more years past while Octavius built up his reputation among the elite, and when the day finally came to put their plans into action, it went off without a hitch. Octavius called on Mr. and Mrs. Evergreen, and explained of a most prestigious academy for young women gifted in the arts, located in Paris. His uncle, he said, was the headmaster of the school, and Octavius assured them it was perfectly respectable. There was even an affiliated school for young men, and it could be an ideal place for Daphne to find herself a husband. He even promised to go along to Paris as her chaperon, and keep a very close watch on her. Daphne was twenty-six by then, and her parents thought this was probably an excellent opportunity. Arrangements were made for the journey at once. The plan had been not to actually give Daphne the embrace until they were settled in Paris, but things didn’t quite go as planned. Late one night they were arriving in London, when a group of men attacked the carriage. Of course, Octavius was able to make a quick job of slaughtering them, but not before Daphne’s throat had been cut. She lay there on the cold ground, drowning in her own blood. It had to be then. The embrace was, of course, excruciating. As it went on Daphne was convinced that he had made a mistake, and that she wouldn’t actually survive it. To be fair, Octavius hadn’t counted on Daphne’s status as a born witch making the process any more difficult. It was hell. By the end of it Daphne would have welcomed death. Death finally came, but then there was still that nasty rebirthing process to worry about. As the sort of girl who had never needed to experience anything more painful than a corset or a hangnail, it was easily the worst thing to ever happen to her. Until… it stopped. She felt better. She felt stronger. She felt everything. Without hesitation she announced the urgent desire to fuck, right then and there amongst the mud, guck, and gore, and that was what they did. Looking back, Daphne likes to think she set the bar perfectly for her new life. They had a happy, honeymooners sort of period, bumming around Europe and eating whoever took their fancy, but it wasn’t until they actually arrived in Paris that Octavius felt he should inform Daphne that they weren’t the only two in their new family. He had sired before. A man going by the name of Aquilla Dosset, though he refused to give his original name to anyone but their sire. And as soon as the three were in the same room, the little family was in trouble. Octavius, of course, was in love with Daphne, and while she had shared his bed a few times in the past, her feelings for him were based more off of what he could do for her. She felt no actual attraction to him. Aquilla was an entirely different story. He was young, tall, and handsome. What was more, there was immediate chemistry between the two. Their minds worked in very similar ways, and many a nights were spent with Octavius trying to reign in the terror twins before they did something stupid enough to get them all killed. For several months they managed happily, though there were the occasional tensions. Octavius and Aquilla taught Daphne how to live as a vampire of their house, and she took well to it. In the beginning weeks she would frequently succumb to pains and confusions, and they eventually realized this was due to the magical abilities she had lost. One night, when Daphne and Aquilla were alone and laughing over something or other, Aquilla caught her eyes in a gaze and began to smirk. “Oh sister, I’m afraid our father is in love with you.” They got a great kick out of these sorts of jokes, and the more incestuous humor they could throw into the mix the better. Daphne smiled and nodded, but she didn’t release his gaze. She then asked if her dear brother was prepared to break their father’s heart. He was. That night they were lovers for the first time. In the morning, when Octavius came to rouse them, he said nothing. He left the house they had been sharing, only returning a few days later to suggest they all go their separate ways for a short while. Daphne thought he was being quite the party pooper, but she really did need to see about siring her sister. Aquilla ended up tagging along. Oh, the pair had great fun parading Aquilla off as her wealthy fiancé. She told her sister the truth about their lives, of course, and Victoria was only too happy to go along with it. It seemed that Victoria was trapped in a tedious engagement of her own, and she was quite eager to just run away from it all. So that was what they did. No concocted stories of where they were going this time. They simply left in the night. A week later, Daphne sent her mother a letter informing her parents that while she did love them dearly, Victoria had been terribly unhappy and she’d taken her for her own good. She promised to take care of her, and that they would write often. She even kept her word on that part. She embraced her sister, and her new family felt rather complete. Of course, Aquilla wasn’t her fiancé, but she didn’t want that anyway. She wasn’t looking for a marriage. She was looking to dedicate herself to her writing and have a strong man with the body of a greek god waiting for her in her bed at night. This arrangement worked out well for both of them for a very long time. Nearly a decade passed before she heard from Octavius again. The three newly Enlightened didn’t always stay together, but they always knew how to find one another. One day, Octavius showed up at Daphne’s door and angrily demanded to know what she had done to him. He had tried to sire more girls, and none of them had taken. Each one of them had died. Horribly, in fact. Daphne had smiled sweetly, and asked him if he had forgotten the vow he’d made to a witch who – at that time – was quite capable of making sure it stuck. Cheerfully, she informed her sire that Octavius would never sire a female again. The men he embraced would also be incapable of it. Surprisingly, Aquilla would be the exception to this rule, but Daphne hadn’t known he existed when she wrote the spell. Oh well, can’t win them all. Octavius was furious, and very seriously considered destroying her. Unfortunately, he was still in love with her after all these years. He had tried to find other women to take his mind off of her, but obviously that hadn’t worked. In the end, he just couldn’t destroy the woman. So, again, he left. Daphne moved around a lot over the years, but she always preferred to stick to cities of note. London, Paris, Milan, New York. Through the years she’s written many novels, under many different names of course. She has also sired more members into her happy little family. All men after Victoria, of course. The first was Cedric. Cedric was a young air elemental who had devoted himself to Daphne’s needs. He continued to bleed and breathe, and was paid well for it all. He had an interest in painting, so she arranged for another Enlightened vampire to teach him. At night, they shared a bed. In the morning, he shared his blood. It was a wonderful system, until he was drafted into WWI. Cedric then asked Daphne to give him the embrace. He was a painter, not a fighter, and saw no need to go off and get himself killed. They’d had a few good years together, so Daphne consented. Unfortunately, once his blood didn’t give her the boost she so desired, Cedric ceased to be appealing to her. She didn’t dislike him, but she no longer shared his affections. This could easily have been just as ugly a situation as it had been with Octavius, but surprisingly, the two were both very amiable about it. Cedric appreciated all Daphne had ever done for him, and would be content only to remain by her side while he learned the ropes of his new life. They got on quite well like this. No longer lovers, but friends. Friends weren’t bad. The second, Luther, was a gifted pianist whose progress Daphne had been watching when she witnessed him get hit by a car. Daphne made a snap-judgment, and decided he was just too talented – and too pretty – to waste. The third was Claude. A brilliant mind, dying slowly of cancer in a hellpit of a hospital. Daphne had never met Claude. An order from the elders had simply been sent to embrace him, and so she did. It worked out well. There was never anything romantic there, as Claude declared himself to be ‘gay and merry as springtime,’ but after Victoria and Aquilla, Claude was probably one of the closest friends Daphne ever made. Daphne loved her family. They weren’t always together, and they were always drifting from one circle to the next each other, but it was a happy arrangement. If you ignored the fact that her sire both loved and hated her and has struggled with whether or not he should just kill her for a hundred years or so. Since the Light of May: She’d heard whisperings amongst her house, of course, and surprise surprise: Daphne was one of the ones who believed the Light of May was nothing more than an experiment, taking place purely for her own house’s amusement. Terribly generous of the world to cooperate, though. The Light of May did lead to Daphne finally breaking her rule about cities of worth, however. Ann Arbor was so not on her radar. Not even when they had the first vampire bar in America. It was only after the latest opening of the Hotel di Sei Ali – the world’s first luxury hotel catering to supernaturals – that Daphne decided the place was worth a look-see. PSYCHE I GET OFF ON YOU GETTING OFF ON ME GIVE YOU WHAT YOU WANT BUT NOTHING IS FOR FREE SPECIAL SKILLS/ABILITIES: Classically trained pianist. Surprisingly, Daphne can cook. When she was a little girl her mother told her that the way to a man's heart was through his stomach. Daphne took this literally, and asked the house chef - a French woman named Emeline - to teach her how to cook. She keeps up with it. Sure, she doesn’t care about food, but the men who warm her bed tend to. If they’re nice enough to feed her, she’ll be nice enough to return the favor. Daphne’s fae affinity is for words. Whether she uses them for good or for evil… well… more often than not, probably the latter. Hers is a silver tongue, and she has a knack for getting people to do exactly what she wants them to – all while thinking it was their idea in the first place. Over the past hundred years she’s had at least seventy novels published under a long list of names, and a few of them are even considered classics. Daphne is also fluent in many languages. Mainly French, Italian, Greek, Latin, and German. WEAKNESSES: STRENGTHS: |  DAPHNE EVERGREEN I KNOW HOW TO TWIST YOU TO BRING YOU TO YOUR KNEES FULL NAME: Daphne Evergreen ALIAS: Many different pen-names NICKNAMES: Daph, Queenie CURRENT AGE: Eternally 26 (Actually 155) DATE OF BIRTH: 3rd of May, 1854 PLACE OF BIRTH: Dartford, Kent MARITAL STATUS: Single SEXUALITY: Heterosexual OCCUPATION: Writer CURRENT RESIDENCE: Currently staying at the Hotel di Sei Ali (and loving every second of it) PARENTS: Delaney Evergreen (d.), Dahlia Wickes-Down (d.) SIBLINGS: Victoria Evergreen OTHER FAMILY: Octavius Dosset (Sire), Aquilla Dosset (Vampiric 'brother'), Cedric (Childe), Luther (Childe), Claude (Childe)  • Believes that people of different complexions/hair colors taste differently. • Has a strong weakness for gingers. • Has never fed from a female without killing her. • Still gets entirely random headaches from the loss of her magic. Her 'family' isn't sure if it's all in her head or not, so they just try to avoid her during.  NAME: LS AIM: damn the muses EMAIL: verbalasphyxiation [at] gmail [dot] com PB: Gemma Arterton |