Post by Sali Idlayel on Apr 18, 2011 8:20:25 GMT -8
Name: Salidavya Idlayel
Age: 470 (born in 1541)
Species: Vampire
Occupation: Death Dealer
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History: The year was 1541 when Sali came into the world, the third of what was to be a very large family. She was small, weighing in at about seven pounds, but that wasn't too unusual for babies in at the time. Black hair and pretty blue eyes were the first things her parents noticed of the little child, that and she had pale skin. Now, those of the Irish heritage are usually pale but for some reason her family had naturally Olive toned skin...except for little Salidavya. As she grew her skin began to get slightly more tan but she never would fully develop an olive skin color like her older siblings. Of course, lucky for her the four younger siblings all were as pale, or more pale, than she was. By five her eyes had turned to a brilliant green giving the most mischievous of looks whenever she went out to play. In a way she was the prized child of the family because she was naturally a pretty girl but others swore she was an omen to the family. In her village all of the families had the same color eyes, same skin tone, and even the same behavioral characteristics, but Sali was different from her own family.
Instead of being a proper child she wanted to romp around, play in the mud and be a normal kid. Oh how bad that was in the eyes of the other villagers. Improper children were looked down on, some were put away in a little home where they weren't seen or heard from because they weren't accepted into society. Her father was a rich merchant who had no room in his house for an ill-behaved child. The punishments that Sali had to go through weren't of the kindest nature but she dealt with them each time, slowly toning herself down to become what they called 'proper'. She was seen but not heard, had no comment on anything, especially politics, and when she was out to play with her friends they weren't to frolic, they were to sit down and be civil children. Those stupid Englishman that her father called the Tudors were ruling over her country and making their religion and way of life mandatory. It wasn't the most pleasant at times but what the Tudor rulers did bring was their rich luxuries and some of their culture. Also, there was the education that was even better than what Salidavya was receiving at the time.
Oh how her mother loved the English with their tight corsets, poofy dresses and snobby ways of life. Sali personally hated the English because she hated having to grow up wearing the most uncomfortable clothes and having to shut her mouth no matter what the situation. She was a thing to be placed upon a mans arm when she was of age, and that was all she was. By twelve years old she was considered a young woman in society, accompanying her older siblings and parents to many events not only in their village, but now they were going to England to see the wonderful sites that they had only heard about. Oh joy, months on a disgusting ship with nothing to see but water for miles upon miles. Sali didn't say a word of her dislike of the idea and simply had her servants pack her bags and on the ship she went. By the time they reached England she was already thirteen and blossoming into a respectable young lady of the hierarchy of Ireland.
England was a beautiful place, unlike any country she had ever seen but London, thats where her love really was. London was wonderful, a bit smelly in spots but not too bad. The University was quite large and only men were allowed to go there for schooling, but one day Sali was going to be educated at University. Right now she had just enough education to make her smart enough to voice opinions when they warranted, which was never. While in London, the older four children were allowed to walk the streets by themselves as long as they remained in good behavior. Sali took her brothers arm, he was the oldest after all, and walked beside him with her fan to keep her cool. The market was their favorite place to go simply for watching the types of people who owned the stands and who were there to actually shop. Unlike at home, these markets were more for the poor people and for the servants of the richer folk of London. The siblings would laugh and scoff at the filthy children running around, the ragged clothes that these people were wearing and they enjoyed themselves in all the wrong ways.
They stayed in England for near a year and a half but her father was deciding on staying in London. It wasn't a terribly bad idea considering they could still own their homestead in Ireland, use it as a vacation home if they wished, and the boys could get the best education possible. It took quite some time for all of their things to arrive in London but once it did, Salidavya couldn't have been happier. All of her things were here for her to peruse at will, she had made some friends that she saw on a daily basis and her parents seemed to be happy with their choice. Maybe it was because they enjoyed London, or maybe it was because her father had wiggled his way into the political system with the Tudor King and their croonies. The more money the better in his eyes.
On her sixteenth birthday Sali had a nice party for her coming of age and all of her fathers partners were there, along with Sali's friends and her family. It was a wonderful occasion for Sali to be shown off as a young woman, now ready to become a wife. Oh yes, in 1556 a sixteen year old was to be married off just as she had been before. Salidavya's older sisters hadn't been married until they were nineteen, which was pretty frowned upon at the time, so if she could find a suitor now she would most certainly make her family proud. It didn't take long for one man to find her suitable for his own son, a twenty-three year old politician who happened to work with her father. He was a handsome man with dark brown eyes and almost black hair, and boy was he tall. Sali stood at a small five foot two inches, he was a leggy six foot three inches so she was quite dwarfed. There were no complaints from Sali's mouth when the families both agreed on the marriage.
Sali was only three weeks shy of her seventeenth birthday when she was married to Liam Andrews III. At first all was well, Sali was happy with her new husband and he was happy with her. She kept her mouth shut, did her job of being an accessory and stayed at home while he was off at work. Three years went by of them being happy together until he came home one night in quite the rank mood. Now, Sali was a wise twenty years old thanks to some extra classes her husband had allowed her to take at the university, so she simply asked what was wrong. He snapped at her and she didn't approve, so she said something about that which only led to all hell breaking loose. Three strides put her against the wall, his hand around her throat and he began to yell in her face. The words that came out of his mouth resembled that of slut, whore, b#*ch, and how she was an improper wife. Although it angered Sali she didn't say a word, too afraid of what he might do to her if she did speak up. The bad mood went on for a few weeks and Sali made sure to watch where she walked, what she said and allowed him to ravish her at his will.
Finally he started to improve in his mood and Sali let herself relax a bit. She wanted to have a small party for their friends and family to celebrate both of their birthdays as well as a recent promotion that Liam had received. What she didn't take into account was the fact that Liam didn't like parties anymore and preferred to sit in his quarters and fume about this or that. Of course, it would have helped her if he had told Sali that he didn't like parties anymore. So, she brought the idea up to him one night while they were in the study but he didn't answer her. Getting up, she asked him again while walking over to him and before she knew it she was on the ground with a sharp pain in her cheek. The son of a b#*ch had hit her! Looking up at him as he scream at her, she didn't really know what he was saying since she couldn't hear from the ringing in her ears. He must have asked her a question because he picked her up and roughly pushed her onto the couch.
He asked her again, this time she heard something about why she would think having a party was a good idea. Somehow she managed to stammer out that being social was a nice thing, but it was the wrong answer so he whacked her again, this time on the other cheek. He went off to do whatever and she ran to find one of her maids, who brought her something cold to put on her cheek. Sali had to get out of the flat so she had her maid help her leave, not caring that it was late in the night and she wasn't supposed to go out without Liam's permission. She made it eleven streets before her legs became too tired to move anymore and she sat herself upon a little bench in front of the bank. It wasn't long before a stranger happened upon her, asking if she was ok and if he could help her. For some reason she did accept his help, walking with him to his own flat on the other side of town. It was a beautiful place, and she was being naive thinking he was a kind man trying to help a woman.
At twenty-two years old she should be smart enough to not trust a strange man but when you've been hit twice, you're pretty much knocked silly. He brought her some wine but when she tasted it, it was quite rank. He gave a light smirk at the face she made and walked closer, touching her cheek which simply scared her into standing still. Then he was kissing her neck, and then there was the sharp pain of something piercing the soft skin of her neck. She didn't move, she didn't fight it, she just let herself relax as this man did whatever he was doing. Sali passed out, waking up she didn't know how many days later in the darkened flat and when she went to open the window curtains, her skin began to burn. The man, whom she figured out his name was Andreas, laughed from the corner where she hadn't quite seen him. He promptly educated her on her state of being dead, dealt with her anger that lasted a few days, and then began to educate her in her new ways of life.
Now, she can't quite remember what happened in the following one hundred to two hundred years, only bits and pieces of murdering people, satisfying her thirst and living with Andreas. He was quite the lover, that was for sure, but after some time she got bored with Andreas and his...weird antics. He preferred to play with his food before eating it while Sali ate it right away. Andreas knew she was bored with the lifestyle but didn't say anything, simply let her go to where she wished. But one day, she was just gone from the flat. No note was left or anything, Sali had packed her things and had left. It was closing in on the 1900s when she left and there was no way to know where she had gone.
Sali had gone to America to find more vampires like herself. It was....an interesting escapade but she managed to find a small coven. That's when she heard of the Death Dealers, which sounded like a fun game to her. She made her way to Los Angeles, the city of angels, and made her presence known. She would leave bodies here and there, mangled, with just the bite mark and sometimes in pieces. Sali was a sick person but what vampire isn't in some way. One night she decided to find these dealers, leaving a corpse for all to smell until they came along. The initial meeting was tense but finally she managed to let convince them she was here to join them, not to kill them. It took some time of gaining trust but once that trust was gained, she became a top hunter for the group. LA was just the beginning, though, she had managed to gain connections in Reno and a few other cities. Now she just wants to find her way in the hierarchy of the entire Death Dealer coven more for her own good than anyone else.
Personality: Sali's a bit of a twisted person mentally. She enjoys messing with her prey to a certain extent before hand, but a lot of the time she'll mess them up a lot after eating. Her favorite thing to do is mangle the person, twist their arms certain ways make their legs seem funny. But that's with her prey, not with her fellow vampires. To everyone else she will either hate you and be a b#*ch, or love you. Those that are in the 'I'm not sure how I feel about you' category get the double treatment. When she's close to someone she's a HUGE snugglebug and loves some intimate time. Now intimate in the sense of being close, some minor bare skin touching and maybe something more, not that she doesn't enjoy the greater pleasures in life. Just stay on her good side, that's the best advice anyone can be given otherwise you will be going through hell.
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Age: 470 (born in 1541)
Species: Vampire
Occupation: Death Dealer
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History: The year was 1541 when Sali came into the world, the third of what was to be a very large family. She was small, weighing in at about seven pounds, but that wasn't too unusual for babies in at the time. Black hair and pretty blue eyes were the first things her parents noticed of the little child, that and she had pale skin. Now, those of the Irish heritage are usually pale but for some reason her family had naturally Olive toned skin...except for little Salidavya. As she grew her skin began to get slightly more tan but she never would fully develop an olive skin color like her older siblings. Of course, lucky for her the four younger siblings all were as pale, or more pale, than she was. By five her eyes had turned to a brilliant green giving the most mischievous of looks whenever she went out to play. In a way she was the prized child of the family because she was naturally a pretty girl but others swore she was an omen to the family. In her village all of the families had the same color eyes, same skin tone, and even the same behavioral characteristics, but Sali was different from her own family.
Instead of being a proper child she wanted to romp around, play in the mud and be a normal kid. Oh how bad that was in the eyes of the other villagers. Improper children were looked down on, some were put away in a little home where they weren't seen or heard from because they weren't accepted into society. Her father was a rich merchant who had no room in his house for an ill-behaved child. The punishments that Sali had to go through weren't of the kindest nature but she dealt with them each time, slowly toning herself down to become what they called 'proper'. She was seen but not heard, had no comment on anything, especially politics, and when she was out to play with her friends they weren't to frolic, they were to sit down and be civil children. Those stupid Englishman that her father called the Tudors were ruling over her country and making their religion and way of life mandatory. It wasn't the most pleasant at times but what the Tudor rulers did bring was their rich luxuries and some of their culture. Also, there was the education that was even better than what Salidavya was receiving at the time.
Oh how her mother loved the English with their tight corsets, poofy dresses and snobby ways of life. Sali personally hated the English because she hated having to grow up wearing the most uncomfortable clothes and having to shut her mouth no matter what the situation. She was a thing to be placed upon a mans arm when she was of age, and that was all she was. By twelve years old she was considered a young woman in society, accompanying her older siblings and parents to many events not only in their village, but now they were going to England to see the wonderful sites that they had only heard about. Oh joy, months on a disgusting ship with nothing to see but water for miles upon miles. Sali didn't say a word of her dislike of the idea and simply had her servants pack her bags and on the ship she went. By the time they reached England she was already thirteen and blossoming into a respectable young lady of the hierarchy of Ireland.
England was a beautiful place, unlike any country she had ever seen but London, thats where her love really was. London was wonderful, a bit smelly in spots but not too bad. The University was quite large and only men were allowed to go there for schooling, but one day Sali was going to be educated at University. Right now she had just enough education to make her smart enough to voice opinions when they warranted, which was never. While in London, the older four children were allowed to walk the streets by themselves as long as they remained in good behavior. Sali took her brothers arm, he was the oldest after all, and walked beside him with her fan to keep her cool. The market was their favorite place to go simply for watching the types of people who owned the stands and who were there to actually shop. Unlike at home, these markets were more for the poor people and for the servants of the richer folk of London. The siblings would laugh and scoff at the filthy children running around, the ragged clothes that these people were wearing and they enjoyed themselves in all the wrong ways.
They stayed in England for near a year and a half but her father was deciding on staying in London. It wasn't a terribly bad idea considering they could still own their homestead in Ireland, use it as a vacation home if they wished, and the boys could get the best education possible. It took quite some time for all of their things to arrive in London but once it did, Salidavya couldn't have been happier. All of her things were here for her to peruse at will, she had made some friends that she saw on a daily basis and her parents seemed to be happy with their choice. Maybe it was because they enjoyed London, or maybe it was because her father had wiggled his way into the political system with the Tudor King and their croonies. The more money the better in his eyes.
On her sixteenth birthday Sali had a nice party for her coming of age and all of her fathers partners were there, along with Sali's friends and her family. It was a wonderful occasion for Sali to be shown off as a young woman, now ready to become a wife. Oh yes, in 1556 a sixteen year old was to be married off just as she had been before. Salidavya's older sisters hadn't been married until they were nineteen, which was pretty frowned upon at the time, so if she could find a suitor now she would most certainly make her family proud. It didn't take long for one man to find her suitable for his own son, a twenty-three year old politician who happened to work with her father. He was a handsome man with dark brown eyes and almost black hair, and boy was he tall. Sali stood at a small five foot two inches, he was a leggy six foot three inches so she was quite dwarfed. There were no complaints from Sali's mouth when the families both agreed on the marriage.
Sali was only three weeks shy of her seventeenth birthday when she was married to Liam Andrews III. At first all was well, Sali was happy with her new husband and he was happy with her. She kept her mouth shut, did her job of being an accessory and stayed at home while he was off at work. Three years went by of them being happy together until he came home one night in quite the rank mood. Now, Sali was a wise twenty years old thanks to some extra classes her husband had allowed her to take at the university, so she simply asked what was wrong. He snapped at her and she didn't approve, so she said something about that which only led to all hell breaking loose. Three strides put her against the wall, his hand around her throat and he began to yell in her face. The words that came out of his mouth resembled that of slut, whore, b#*ch, and how she was an improper wife. Although it angered Sali she didn't say a word, too afraid of what he might do to her if she did speak up. The bad mood went on for a few weeks and Sali made sure to watch where she walked, what she said and allowed him to ravish her at his will.
Finally he started to improve in his mood and Sali let herself relax a bit. She wanted to have a small party for their friends and family to celebrate both of their birthdays as well as a recent promotion that Liam had received. What she didn't take into account was the fact that Liam didn't like parties anymore and preferred to sit in his quarters and fume about this or that. Of course, it would have helped her if he had told Sali that he didn't like parties anymore. So, she brought the idea up to him one night while they were in the study but he didn't answer her. Getting up, she asked him again while walking over to him and before she knew it she was on the ground with a sharp pain in her cheek. The son of a b#*ch had hit her! Looking up at him as he scream at her, she didn't really know what he was saying since she couldn't hear from the ringing in her ears. He must have asked her a question because he picked her up and roughly pushed her onto the couch.
He asked her again, this time she heard something about why she would think having a party was a good idea. Somehow she managed to stammer out that being social was a nice thing, but it was the wrong answer so he whacked her again, this time on the other cheek. He went off to do whatever and she ran to find one of her maids, who brought her something cold to put on her cheek. Sali had to get out of the flat so she had her maid help her leave, not caring that it was late in the night and she wasn't supposed to go out without Liam's permission. She made it eleven streets before her legs became too tired to move anymore and she sat herself upon a little bench in front of the bank. It wasn't long before a stranger happened upon her, asking if she was ok and if he could help her. For some reason she did accept his help, walking with him to his own flat on the other side of town. It was a beautiful place, and she was being naive thinking he was a kind man trying to help a woman.
At twenty-two years old she should be smart enough to not trust a strange man but when you've been hit twice, you're pretty much knocked silly. He brought her some wine but when she tasted it, it was quite rank. He gave a light smirk at the face she made and walked closer, touching her cheek which simply scared her into standing still. Then he was kissing her neck, and then there was the sharp pain of something piercing the soft skin of her neck. She didn't move, she didn't fight it, she just let herself relax as this man did whatever he was doing. Sali passed out, waking up she didn't know how many days later in the darkened flat and when she went to open the window curtains, her skin began to burn. The man, whom she figured out his name was Andreas, laughed from the corner where she hadn't quite seen him. He promptly educated her on her state of being dead, dealt with her anger that lasted a few days, and then began to educate her in her new ways of life.
Now, she can't quite remember what happened in the following one hundred to two hundred years, only bits and pieces of murdering people, satisfying her thirst and living with Andreas. He was quite the lover, that was for sure, but after some time she got bored with Andreas and his...weird antics. He preferred to play with his food before eating it while Sali ate it right away. Andreas knew she was bored with the lifestyle but didn't say anything, simply let her go to where she wished. But one day, she was just gone from the flat. No note was left or anything, Sali had packed her things and had left. It was closing in on the 1900s when she left and there was no way to know where she had gone.
Sali had gone to America to find more vampires like herself. It was....an interesting escapade but she managed to find a small coven. That's when she heard of the Death Dealers, which sounded like a fun game to her. She made her way to Los Angeles, the city of angels, and made her presence known. She would leave bodies here and there, mangled, with just the bite mark and sometimes in pieces. Sali was a sick person but what vampire isn't in some way. One night she decided to find these dealers, leaving a corpse for all to smell until they came along. The initial meeting was tense but finally she managed to let convince them she was here to join them, not to kill them. It took some time of gaining trust but once that trust was gained, she became a top hunter for the group. LA was just the beginning, though, she had managed to gain connections in Reno and a few other cities. Now she just wants to find her way in the hierarchy of the entire Death Dealer coven more for her own good than anyone else.
Personality: Sali's a bit of a twisted person mentally. She enjoys messing with her prey to a certain extent before hand, but a lot of the time she'll mess them up a lot after eating. Her favorite thing to do is mangle the person, twist their arms certain ways make their legs seem funny. But that's with her prey, not with her fellow vampires. To everyone else she will either hate you and be a b#*ch, or love you. Those that are in the 'I'm not sure how I feel about you' category get the double treatment. When she's close to someone she's a HUGE snugglebug and loves some intimate time. Now intimate in the sense of being close, some minor bare skin touching and maybe something more, not that she doesn't enjoy the greater pleasures in life. Just stay on her good side, that's the best advice anyone can be given otherwise you will be going through hell.
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