Post by Aurelia Bathory on Oct 24, 2008 13:53:50 GMT -7
---BASIC DETAILS---
Full Name: Aurelia Bathory
Date of Birth: October 23, 1293
Place of Birth: Szabolcs, Hungary
Gender: Female
Race: Vampire
Occupation: Inn/Bar Keeper
Appearance:
---BACKGROUND---
Heritage: Muggle
Family:
- Father: Ladislaus Brasoveanu, Nobility, age 45 at time of death.
- Mother: Anna Ionescu, Nobility, age 37 at time of death.
- Husband: Briccius Bathory, Nobility, age 47 at time of death.
- Children:
- John I, Count of Szatmar, died at age 52.
- Andrew II, Bishop of Varadinum, died at age 27.
- Laurence I, died at age 2.
- Nicolaus I, Count of Csongrad, died at age 36.
- Luke, Lordship of Ecsed, died at age 28.
- John I, Count of Szatmar, died at age 52.
- She has many other relatives due to her age, but the only other one of note is a young woman by the name of Erzebet. She was more commonly referred to as Mistress Bathory or "The Blood Countess."
History:
- Childhood:
As a young child, Aurelia was provided for in every way by her wealthy parents. They lived like true nobles should - with servants, beautiful gowns, grand feasts, and acres of land to run around on. In her early childhood, she would often be caught following the maids around and stealing food from the kitchen before dinner. As she grew, her parents hired a tutor so as to sculpt her mind into the pretty thing all young ladies valued. She was taught proper grammar, foreign languages, arithmetic, musical arts and other such borish things. Her free time was spent in the outdoors with the flowers and butterflies.
- Adulthood:
She had an arranged marriage to another noble by the name of Briccius Bathory when she was in her early teens. He was honoured by King Ladislaus IV by being given Bator, a large estate in the Hungarian county of Szabolcs. Briccius took on the name Bathory because it reflected on this honour. Though their marriage was not one of love, Aurelia was not unhappy with it. She rarely saw her husband and the times she spent alone were some of her best moments - she could simply be herself and not worry about impressing anyone. Soon, however, her moments of peace and tranquility were replaced by the sound of crying babies and screaming toddlers. She bore five children with Briccius - each more troublesome than the last.
Though she was not particularly excited for each child, she loved them completely when they arrived. They were part of her and, therefore, beloved. When she lost one of her young ones just two short years after his birth, she was crushed. He had fallen ill and was too young, too fragile, to fight off the disease. She had two more children after that and then no more. Her husband died in 1322 of heart failure and she was left with nothing but an empty house and quiet halls. - Transformation
After the death of Briccius, Aurelia spent most of her time outside on the grounds of her estate. Only the call of her servants announcing that dinner was served would tear her away. Night would fall and she hated the dark. It was sinister to her for some unknown reason. Yet one night she found herself curiously drawn to the stars. Her feet carried her to the garden and her eyes trailed up to the moon. It was a cool night, a quiet one, and all she could hear was the whisper of leaves on faraway trees and the steady coursing of water as it trickled over the rocks in the fountain. She closed her eyes, letting herself simply be, and when she opened them, she was on the ground.
Someone had rammed into her from the side, knocking her roughly against the stones that made up the garden pathway. She gave a sharp cry of surprise and twisted around to see what ruffian had dared to treat her in this way. And then she screamed again, louder. This was no man, but a monster, with teeth sharp and fierce. His eyes blazed with a bloodlust that surely meant her imminent demise. The creature barely noticed her pathetic struggles. He knocked her flailing hands away and placed an iron grip around her throat. Instantly, her bloodcurdling screams choked off. The beast gave one menacing laugh before lowering his head to her throat, moving his hand just enough to be able to press his lips against the skin. His fangs pierced the delicate flesh of her exposed neck and all she could do was whimper. The pain was unbelievable and there seemed to be no escape. Just when she had given up all hope of surviving this encounter, she felt the demon rip his teeth away from her, the skin tearing like old fabric. Dazedly, she looked up to see what had caused this. One of her servants was standing above her, silver knife in hand. Aurelia had only enough strength left in her to see the thing claw at the wound, hissing in pain, before the stars twinkled out and she was sucked into blackness. - After Shock
In the days that followed the harrowing event, Aurelia realized that she was indeed changing. She couldn't bear the sunlight, nor could she attend vespers. She was always terribly hungry, but no food seemed to satiate her. She was growing pale and thin, but she felt stronger, which wasn't reasonable by any standards. The servants whispered about infections and curses, but kept a pleasant demeanor when around their mistress. Everything was changing and it was not for the better. Aurelia could no longer bear not knowing what was happening. She sent away for doctors and experts, but all of them yielded the same results - nothing. Some said it was a mental illness caused by the stress of her attack. Some said it was a disease of the blood. And some said she was cursed by a demon. None of those things were particularly helpful. But the matter was settled shortly after a priest's visit - well, shortly after the priests death, actually. In a fit of unbearable thirst, Aurelia had lunged at the man. Surprise quickly changed to horror on the man's face before his life's blood was gone and he was no more than a shell. At that moment - the one in which she stood over his pale, dead body - Aurelia knew what she was. She was a monster.
- Unliving
Following the discovery of what she had become, Aurelia withdrew from society. Nearly all of her servants were fired and only the few trusted remained. Afraid to die and meet her maker - and the final judgment - she decided against killing herself. Instead, she had her servants bring her animals from the nearby forest and fields for her to feed off of. The blood was no where near as sweet as the priest's had been, but she would not allow herself to give in to the beastly urges that now cursed her. She spent her days inside and only ventured out at night when she absolutely had to. The fear of being discovered was ever present and she knew her days were numbered - surely someone would notice how her skin was smooth and white as porcelain? Surely they would see that she had not aged a day since the attack? And what of her aversion to crosses? The villagers would burn her in an instant...
Years passed with a cruel slowness that almost drove her mad, and she bore the weight of her hunger in silence until one night it grew to be too much. She could no longer stay in Szabolcs. Yet she couldn't very well leave witnesses to her condition - even the trusted servants. So she crept to each of their quarters in turn and snapped their necks with a powerful yank of her hands - she refused to feed off of them. And then the night and the unknown claimed her. She traveled far away from her home in Hungary, further east to where Romania lay. - The Long Years
The next few centuries found Aurelia traveling. Being the nomadic person she was, she never bothered with buying a home, though she had quite a bit of money from her days of nobility. Instead, she made do with abandoned buildings and, if there were no suitable lodgings, caves and thick forests where the sun never touches the ground. She never kept a home for very long - or a friend, for that matter. No one would accept what she was and she would rather not give the opportunity for them to revile her. This hatred that others held for what she was made Aurelia come to resent them all. How dare they judge her before they knew her? How dare they call her monster when a common human murderer had killed more people than she ever had in her entire existence? And finally, this thinking led her to feed off humans. If they were going to treat her like a killer, she might as well have the satisfaction of being one.
But soon she found that she was not alone in this burden. Others were like her, dead and cursed. She soon found a whole other world sprawling out before her, one that she had never before considered. It was a world of magic and mystery, of wizards and dragons and mermaids. It was as if a fairytale had escaped its pages and was now running rampant all over the countryside. Thinking she would finally be accepted, Aurelia threw herself into the society whole-heartedly. Yet her hopes were without wings and soon fell to the unforgiving ground of reality. She was no more accepted in this world than in the one she had left. Even amongst the freaks, she was considered an abomination. Feeling a deep sense of betrayal - though no one had promised her anything - Aurelia withdrew once again into the shadows of obscurity. Fairytales, it seemed, were not the things of children's books. - Now
While in the East, rumours circulated of a Dark Lord - one that was quickly gaining power and seemed to have brought England to its knees. This news did not concern her, however. England was not her home and she had no reason to make it so. Voldemort had no bearing whatsoever on her life and so she ignored him, forgot he even existed. Until, on some nameless whim, she decided to travel to London, but it seemed she was too late to witness the destruction of the Ministry. The Dark Lord that instilled so much fear in everyone had been defeated. And by a seventeen year-old boy, nonetheless. Oh yes, he sounded quite fearsome.
After her move, Aurelia decided to peek out of her shell of shadow one more time. She was the kind of silly fool that could hope even after being crushed. Her plan was to buy some property and make a haven out of it - one that all could seek solace in. And so began her hunt for an inn...
---GENERAL CHARACTER TRAITS---
Personality: Her personality varies on the mood she's in. Sometimes she feels like being kind, other times she feels like ripping into someone's throat - no pun intended. Her temper is sharp and quick and easily extinguished. A sort of cool calmness hangs about her, but you can easily tell she's braced for some disaster. This looming threat is not one of real danger, but one of disappointment. Her hope for acceptance is small and fragile and guarded by a wall of apathy. A cold exterior is the best defense - against what, she does not know.
It is in her nature to be fickle - not where true friends are concerned, but where the population in general is. She hates getting attached to things because she views it as a weakness. And if she cares for nothing - not even a home - then she cannot be hurt when losing it. This is the main reason she travels so much.
Likes: Nature, the sound of the violin, the smell of rain, the feel of a soft bed, and the taste of blood - though at the same time it repulses her.
Dislikes: People who judge her based on what she is, vampire hunters, wizards who use their magic against her, seeing fear on people's faces as they realize what she is.
Habits: Sometimes she hums an old Hungarian lullaby.
Does your character like Quidditch? Not particularly.
---ABILITIES---
Strengths: Aside from the common vampiric abilities, (strength, speed, heightened senses, etc.) she isn't stupid. A good, level head rests atop her delicate shoulders.
Weaknesses: Aside from the common vampiric weaknesses, (holy relics, running water, sunlight, silver, etc.) she isn't perfect. She makes mistakes and she gets in trouble. Her unwillingness to trust others ensures that she never has someone fighting on her side. She is always alone and outnumbered.
Powers: Just her vampiric ones.
---OTHER---
Pets: N/A
Wand: N/A
Broomstick: N/A
Which Hogwarts house would you NOT like to be in?: Hufflepuff. Though since she was a muggle before becoming a vampire... well, yeah.
Anything else?: I used Wikipedia to research the Bathory family heritage. Some facts have (obviously) been changed.
How did you find us?: I found the link to the old TWOM on Google while surfing the internet.
Oh, and thank you for telling me that, James. I'll be sure to check back on the vampire information once it's changed. 