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The title by which I am called: Elizabeth Marie Sterling. (Liz, Bloody Marie, Mistress.)
How long I have walked in this world: Born one thousand, five hundred and sixty three years ago, but stopped aging around twenty three.
My heratige: True Lamia (Vampire who was born like a human, but still feeds like a vamp. *Lamia can chose to stop aging if they please, and do not have to bear children. As well, they cannot turn anyone into Vampires.)
What I hide under my dressings: Female.
How I chose to defend myself: Stilettos (Small dagger like throwing knives, for those who don't know.), telepathy, telekinesis, pyrokinesis, and the regular vamp super strength and speed.
What I look like: Liz stands to be about five foot five, with midnight black pixi cut hair. Her bangs slant across her beautiful, aulmond shaped ruby red eyes. Whenever Liz is hungry, pissed off, or excited, her eyes start to glow. Her facial features are soft, with full, soft rosey lips and a strong yet feminin jawline. Her skin is flawlessly pale, with a peachy hue to it. As for her body, like most Lamia, it is agile and graceful, a true asset for her hunting. A few curves, here and there. Her legs are longer than her torso, allowing her to run up to speeds of seventy to ninety five MPH. You can usually find Liz wearing a cami covered by a dark jean jacket. On her waist, she wears skinny jeans. Her boots, vamp-made stilettos, go up to her mid-thigh. It is in there, behind her back and in her pants waist that she stashes her throwing knives. As well, since her boots are vamp-made, they make no sound whenever she walks, unless of course she steps on something, or anything that it its self would make a noise. Around her neck is a purple lace drop choker, where the drop is a single black diamond, about the size of a nickel hanging from a ruby encrusted white gold chain.
People I allow around my persona: None at the moment; Liz perfers to do her dirty work alone.
My life's story: Elizabeth Marie Sterling was born to Lucy Annet and Xander Lucifer Sterling, the two highest ranking vamps in the Lamia world. Liz had a very spoiled up-bringing, always being waited on hand and foot by the lower Lamia, or the human servents that chose to live with them. Unlike most upper Lamia, Liz didn't like being treated as a gem. She wanted to fight, to train. Her goal in her forever life was to train to be the Lamia's world most feared assasin. Of course, when her parents heard of this, they were agasht. Their sweet little Lizzy, wanting to be something so disgraceful. They forbid her, of course. But because she was of royal blood and class, she got the assasin core of her world to train her. Keeping all this a secret from her parents until she was about twenty was difficult. Alas, when she turned twenty-three, the well-bred, dangerous Lamia was crowned Mistress of the Lamia Assasin Coven. Of course by then, she could no longer hide this from her mother and father. They were loving people for such bloody creatures, and instead of having her slain like most upper Lamia would, they chose to accept her and praise her for her success. Leading her own little section of Lamia, Elizabeth is one of the most powerful Lamia there is today. The only time that she is away from her warriors is when she is on a mission herself, or traveling, looking for more Lamia to enroll in her training courses.
 o-x-Rishkia-Ame-x-o-RP- · Sun Oct 24, 2010 @ 10:01pm · 0 Comments |
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