Post by nympha saile vesper on Jan 25, 2012 0:28:04 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; height: 380px; background-image:URL(http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h177/animegrl-252/x0r3w0.png); border-left: 10px solid #1e1e1e; border-right: 10px solid #1e1e1e;] NYMPHA SAILE VESPER  HEY THERE, THEY CALL ME NYMPHA AND I'M CURRENTLY 110 YEARS OLD. I'M PART OF THE VAMPIRES AND I'M THE MIDNIGHT ROSE OWNER. ------------------------------------------------- 1894. A seemingly inconspicuous sort of date. And it was. Nympha was born on that year. The year of the horse. Horse type people are proud yet sweet-natured, envious but tolerant, conceited yet humble. And that was pretty much Nympha in a nutshell. She grew up in a wealthy home near Paris, France, but everyone was rich there, so Nympha most usually paid no mind to anyone else. Growing up, Nympha was a brilliant child, gifted with knowledge and a good spirit, to boot. She was determined, and ambitious. But women were no more than housewives, and though she had exceeding potential, her mother taught her to be such. Nympha had met people from the Americas, had seen the spark in their eyes. They knew how to live. France still had a disturbingly stationary caste system. She hated it, despised it, and wanted nothing to do with it. But, finally. Finally! a chance to escape. And close to her eighteenth birthday, no less. The Titanic, the unsinkable ship. Everyone was in awe, including Nympha. She had made arrangements to go to Cherbourg a week before the Titanic arrived, to board the wonderful liner. She traveled by carriage to Cherbourg, and all the time, she held the postcard with a sepia-colored photo of Titanic on it. Nympha kept it close to her, because it was close to her. The Titanic meant freedom. She was headed for New York, of America. The next day, the Titanic pulled into the harbor and thousands of people were crowded around it. Nympha had to elbow her way through the crowd, but she waved her ticket excitedly at the admissions and bounced happily onto the boat. Her parents waved at her from the ground. They were not extremely happy with Nympha leaving, but knowing their daughter, knew that they could not keep her contained. It was a long, long time aboard the Titanic. Fortunately, she lived in style and class. The upper decks were so fanciful and she was able to talk to so many people from England, it excited her. And in return, they seemed very exuberant to be speaking to someone from France. Nympha couldn't have really asked for more. But, Nympha, being a curious little cat, began snooping around in the lower decks. It housed all the people not wealthy enough to afford the upper deck, or the people who were just plain poor. As soon as she descended down the stairs, she was met with hard glares and a turmoil of distrust. She was reluctant to talk with anyone, as they all seemed very unkind to her type. But one gentleman was more than happy to show her around the lower decks. And Nympha was more than happy to follow. He wasn't a terrible-looking guy. And he certainly didn't look like trouble. And yeah, you probably guessed it, the guy was a vampire. He was a lesser vampire, sure, but still one nonetheless. After exploring the lower decks, he had very plainly pulled her into his room, and told her to have a seat. Nympha did as she was told, and was instructed to wait there, as the guy had some wine she wanted her to taste. Convincing. She loved wine. She was French, after all. The man returned with a crystalline glass filled with dark, crimson wine. He grinned ear-to-ear at her as she sipped at it. "This doesn't taste like any wine I've ever tasted," she commented, making a sour face at him. The man shrugged, almost as if agreeing. So he turned round, and rummaged through the nightstand beside his bed. He kept the object behind his back as he walked toward Nympha. A bit suspicious, she got up from her seat, exclaiming that she had to get going. But it was too late. The man leapt at her, slitting her throat with a perfectly-silver dirk. She fell to the floor, and the man stood over her, awaiting her transformation. When Nympha awoke, the amount of pain she was in was unbearable. She writhed around on the ground of the man's cabin, screaming. The man was nowhere to be seen, but returned sharply after hearing her screams, and this time, with a friend. He brought his friend over and told Nympha quietly, "Just sink your teeth in, it will come naturally from there." Nympha gave him the craziest look, but when his friend held out his arm, and she saw the large blue vein, she leapt at it with a newfound drive. She clung to his arm until she was finally pried off by the man. But once she had fed, she felt no more pain. And she felt strangely more powerful. The man warned her against sunlight and werewolves and stakes. It was a lot to take in, but he seemed like he really knew what he was talking about, so Nympha listened closely. She didn't leave the cabin until nightfall, and returned to her own. She continued to go to the fancy parties and galas, as long as they were at night (which they usually were). Nothing was different for Nympha, really. But then came that dreaded night. Nympha had been enjoying tea with some of her English friends, chatting and laughing and such. It was like any other night, but then there was the huge shifting of the ship. Everyone felt it, and the upper class were the first to see what had happened. An iceberg. It was... practically on the ship. Nympha was just completely overwhelmed. All she could do was stare at the enormous chunk of ice before one of the deckhands pulled her away to get in a lifeboat. People were screaming, but the deckhands cried that woman and children were the first to be put in the boats. There were the few desperate men who grasped and climbed onto the boats, regardless. Mostly rich men. Nympha was pushed, rather against her will, onto a lifeboat. She was still in quite a state of shock. As they began lowering the boat, some people tried to jump after it, only to land in the water. Nympha, curiously, looked over the side of the boat and watched them squirm overtop the waves. But the woman beside her grabbed her dress sleeve and told her to stay put. Nympha quietly listened. For hours, their lifeboat floated on, threatening to tip when waves hit them. For hours, Nympha watched the Titanic, the unsinkable ship, break in half and descend to its watery grave. A pang of agony struck her heart as she watched the boat turn into a slope of death. People were constantly falling to their deaths, and she could hear the screams of despair. But there were others. Others like her, that survived. Among them, in one of the lifeboats quite close to them, she saw the man, the vampire. He waved expectantly at her, and flashed her a toothy smile. Nympha felt a chill creep down her spine at his grin. Nympha had fallen asleep upright, cold and numb. She was only awakened when the sound of a cruise ship, Carpathia, was nearby. Everyone on the lifeboat was screaming and flailing around like idiots, and the people with the oars began to row toward it. Before Nympha knew it, she was safely on the Carpathia, wrapped in a warm towel, though she was hardly wet. They led her to a cabin and bid her lay down and rest. But Carpathia was New York-bound. And that was good enough for Nympha. She spent the rest of her days aboard the ship mostly in her cabin. And as soon as Carpathia hit the docks in New York, Nympha took off, exploring like a kid would in a candy shop. She had to pawn most of the jewelry she was wearing, as her money had been lost in the sinking, but she sent a letter to her parents, telling them exactly what happened, and they sent more money. Since then, Nympha has been roaming the streets of New York, and managing the Midnight Rose. She was always one for a good time, anyways. She ventures to the underground every now and again to get a few donors. But Nympha mostly likes to stay on the surface, meeting new people and such. New York, even after living there for a hundred or so years, is still very much a mystery to her. |
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THE PERSON BEHIND THIS WONDERFUL CHARACTER IS GENERALLY CALLED CIEL AND SITS AT 110. SHE LIVES IN THE EASTERN TIMEZONE. ALSO, THIS CHARACTER LOOKS PRETTY SIMILAR TO SUSAN COFFEY, DON'T YOU THINK?
[/div]THE PERSON BEHIND THIS WONDERFUL CHARACTER IS GENERALLY CALLED CIEL AND SITS AT 110. SHE LIVES IN THE EASTERN TIMEZONE. ALSO, THIS CHARACTER LOOKS PRETTY SIMILAR TO SUSAN COFFEY, DON'T YOU THINK?
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