Christabella

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Christabella Church

Age: 1,218. Turned when she was 19
Height: 5 foot 9
Weight: 152 pounds, 3 ounces
Sex: Female

Some vampires are cold, elegant creatures. Living in mansions, sipping blood out of wine glasses. Romantic, whimsical creatures of the night, as much erotic dream as blood drinking monster. These are the Nobility; vampires that are civilized, beautiful.

Then you have the.. others. The blood drunk, the true monsters. As apt to tear your throat out for a few licks of lifeblood as it leaks out onto the floor as anything else. The sort that will chew into your neck rather than a gentle, sweet kiss. One's that will gorge themselves to the bursting on an entire village, rather than sipping at one sweet thing for several nights. Looked down upon, despised by their own kind, these tend to be rather powerful if they live more than a few years. All that blood makes them strong indeed, but their own kind is quick to put them down. And this, my dears ,is exactly what happened to Cristabella Church.

Let's jump, shall we, to the french countryside, the year 809 AD. A small village is attacked, and over the course of several weeks, four girls go missing, the most beautiful ones in the village. An expedition is mounted, and the girls are soon discovered on the grounds of an old abandoned church, all dead, their throats bitten, as well as the corpse of a man. All had extended canines and, even in death, had gained an un-natural, eerie beauty. Even here they'd heard the legends of vampires, and stakes were quickly made and put to good use, hammered down through the chest of the vampire itself. After it's body had turned to dust, the other girls were placed in coffins and dealt with, each by their own fathers, as was customary. It was Christabella's father that balked, though, and simply locked his dear daughter inside, rather than delivering the blow that would have freed her from undeath. And so they were buried.. three coffins of ash, one with a sleeping vampire..

Five hundred and sixty three years pass. The hundred year's war is well under way, and a group of rogues discovered the ruins of an old church. Theives turned grave robbers, they dug up several of the crudely buried coffins, and discovered one far different than the rest. Chains encircled the now mostly rotten wood, and these were bound together with a silver cross as a clasp. Well, pure silver, this was something delightful.. and as they removed it and eagerly pulled the coffin open, such a sight to behold; a corpse in the dress of a young woman, fresh as the day she'd been buried. So startling was this vision of beauty within that they failed to notice the horrible scratches on the sides and top of the coffins interior, as if this dear creature had for several days tried to rip her way out before lack of blood had left her too weak to move.

The poor fools.. night was already beginning to fall, and one of these theives had been wounded in a raid that morning. The scent of blood was faint, mostly dried out, but more than enough for this starved creature to awaken. The screams that echoed out over the countryside that night were enough to drive an old woman, living a hermits life alone in a shack some half a mile from the church's ruins, completely mad.

It wasn't until several days later that someone else happened upon the scene. The bodies, what was left of them at least, was a horrible scene. Two had their heads torn clean off, and a third was decapitated as well, but it looked like it'd been chewed off his neck. Others were mutilated, torn to peices, and there was not a drop of blood to be found. Their bodies were withered, and on closer inspection two had their hearts torn out and eaten. Scavanger animals wouldn't go near the bodies, and all had been burned. Of the beautiful young woman, there was no sign.

So what of Christabella? She gorged herself on flesh and blood, and then fled. For hundreds of years she wandered.. small villages of ten or twenty families would sate her for days, but she was careful not to go after ones much larger, or let word escape the village. A very few of her victims arose as ghouls, but never another vampire.. and most had been damaged far beyond even that. Her travels took her across whole countries.. through Egypt and into Africa, across Asia. She saw the night sky from Kyoto, from Moscow, from Calcutta. For hundreds of years she moved.. sometimes forced to destroy her own kind when they judged her even too much a monster for their own tastes, her gluttonous habits that'd devoloped after hundreds of years of starvation frowned upon.

And so it came to pass that she found herself in Spain, 1517. Ships, headed to invade a new world; what better a place to go? It was reasonably easy to slip onto one of the ships. The hardest part was sating her bloodlust.. four soldiers vanished over the course of the trip, and had not only been fed upon but entirely eaten. Their corpses were never found, and they were assumed to have fallen off the deck. And thus, Christabella came to Mexico.

South America proved to be a wonderful place for her. The dense, thick jungles kept the daylight at bay for much longer times, and it was far easier to cut a tribe out here off than it was a village, back at home. Still, her nomadic habits were strong, and she wandered through most of South America, and even up north, feasting. Colonial America proved a rather nice place to feed, and indeed, so did the country after it became it's own nation. The expansion to the west provided her with travelers to feast upon; immigrants gave her people with no ties to devour. Indeed, this place proved to be one of her favorites, and it was in this country that she stayed for over three hundred years.. right up to the present day.

Now? Well, Christabella hasn't lost any of her gluttony. The present is ever as blood drenched as her past, though she can usually sate herself with one victim a night. She is an erotic creature, seducing and feasting upon the living, sometimes screwing them even as she bites into them and tears them apart. She's devoloped a taste for the female sex more of late.. while she fed before on anything, out of necessity, the blood and vitality of a young woman has proven to be more entoxicating to her than any fine wine could have been. And so, she feeds..


( Whew. I think I got a little too into her history. ^^ Well, uhm. Expect hard, bloody play. She'll bite chunks out, I'm afraid, and lap at the wounds like a dog. Wether she lacks the ability to do many of those vampiric tricks of legend, like transforming herself into fog or bats or whathaveyou, or simply doesnt know how, is up to debate. Hoever, she is exceedingly strong and agile, can smell fresh blood from over a mile and hear heartbeats from a thousand feet. She's fast, ruthless, and oh so sexy. Care to join her for a bite to eat? )

( Oh. And she LOVES to feast on the holy. Paladins, priestesses, what have you. )

Some suggested storyline ideas! For those who like more than just being eaten alive:

For one, having another character.. another vampire perhaps, or something else eternal like a demoness or something, taming her and teaching her to control her blood-thirst somewhat, and become more civilized, might be fun.

Turning someone, and having them be her family/slave. This could involve turning them into a full on vampire, tainting their humanity, or even a near mindless ghoul.

Killing her. Yep, Id be okay with that. You'll have to be reasonably powerful and wililng to devote yourself for a good, long chase, fight, and ritual. Even then, no vampire can really die.. proper rituals can have her back to new in no time. Speaking of which...

Bringing her back. She's been killed, and you're some kinda whackjob whos going to bring an old, powerful vampiress back to life. Well, fine. Better have plenty of offerings for her, or its your neck..