Elena Isabella Correa
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Roleplay posts: 7
Appearance: Elena stands at 180cm (5 foot 9~) and maintains an elegant slender figure that services to reinforce the grace in which she carries herself. Her pale skin is as smooth as porcelain and almost as white, owing to the vampiric curse that courses through her.
Her beautiful face is often decorated with expertly applied makeup, normally darker tones such as dark reds and even black, but for more public functions she applies a more rosy tone to offset her slightly unnerving paleness. No matter the colours, however, her icy blue eyes always steal the show.
Her pale features and darker makeup are matched with her very dark brown, almost black hair, an indication of her heritage of the land now known as Rondon. Her hair is always beautifully brushed and pulled into an ornate bun behind her head, and exceptionally straight when she's let it loose.
Equipment: Elena only wears the nicest of gowns, robes, and dresses, usually in dark colours they match her chosen style, and always matched to the colours of her make-up. Her favourite, however, is a hand woven dress that she has owned for almost a century, and it's been maintained perfectly. Some might speculate that she has several copies of the same dress, but she would be the last to confirm or deny such a thing.
Her favourite dress black, to nobody's surprise, and it hugs her body splendidly around the torso and waist, but flares out towards her thighs before trailing behind her. It opens just above her chest in a square-like pattern, flanked on either side by the shoulders and sleeves, and allowing for a view of her pale cleavage.
The very middle of her dress, from the top down to her waist, is made of a sheer material, with vine and leaf like designs decorated through it, mostly erupting from between her breasts and outwards. The shoulders are made up of a similar material and flare out slightly, with the beginning of the sleeves tucked up just under them. The sleeves themselves are a thicker, black material that continues into her sides and around the front, bordering the slightly grey material, and made of a soft velvet.
She's often seen wearing a pair of gloves that match the grey material that makes up the front of said dress, and usually finished with jewellery that either matches her makeup, or her light blue eyes, her favourite being a black, elegant choker her Ramon had purchased for her a century ago, finished with an icy blue gemstone.
Usually, she has either a large black coat or a robe on over said dress, or sometimes just her similar house robe over a more casual outfit or sometimes over nothing at all. Though nobody can confirm either of these things.
For transportation, she still has the pride of the Correa fleet in her galleon, loaded with the materials needed for a long journey and enough to build a vinyard.
Skills and Abilities: Elena's vampiric curse can allow her to change her form into several different creatures: a sleek panther, a humanoid bat creature, and a wolfhound, none of which are smaller than Maribel's human form.
Her senses are incredibly heightened, especially at night, and more so her sense of smell. She has been known to track things for miles based only on their blood. Her sight is dulled slightly during the day, unless she finds herself under the umbrella owned by her loyal manservant. If in direct contact with sunlight, she begins to burn.
While Elena shares the Correan abilities to create Thralls, she often chooses not to, instead finding that gaining the loyalty of humans to be far more rewarding.
She is able to fight, and is quite the duelist when given a blade, but she often prefers to fight with tooth and claw.
Biography: Elena Isabelle Correa hails from the lands around Rondon, but before they were named as such. Before the great Cataclysm that ravished the land, she was a beautiful maiden in a once great city, but not much is known about her previous life. It was fairly average, by most standards.
Until she met Ramon Francisco Del Lobo Correa, that is. Ramon came from what could be considered almost royalty, with vast swathes of land in multiple regions that belonged to his family for generations, and untold riches hidden in vaults in each one. Unbeknownst to Elena, however, he also came from vampiric stock, and was no less than the younger brother of Regulo Correa, the head of the Correa Vampires. They quickly became infatuated with each other and soon fell madly in love, bringing Elena into a world she would have never dreamed of in a thousand years. The world of the wealthy.
Ramon and Elena spent much of their time together until Elena would discover his twisted family secret. She wanted desperately to hate him for it, but she couldn't do it. Her love for the man was too strong, and it matched his for her. It didn't take long before they reconciled, and Elena grew to accept him and his family's abilities. A few years later they would be married, and on their honeymoon she accepted his gift and willingly gave herself to vampirism. Their love would be eternal, regardless of what the world would think of them. As for her family? They were none the wiser, instead joyous that she had married such a nobleman from a wealthy family. Their debts were quickly cleared.
She spent many happy years as a vampire on Ramon's estates, both in the warmer climates of their home, and the cooler forests north of what would become Isra. Their happiness knew no bounds, and they would often visit and donate to the poor houses and orphanages. For Elena it was her wish to give back to the world, but for Ramon is was more of a cover, to sway folks to his side should his nature be discovered. It's at these orphanages that she would meet a certain Maribel.
Not long after, however, the unthinkable happened. The events of what people now call The Cataclysm. Lives were ruined and untold amounts of lives lost, the effects of which are still seen today from all over. Elena and Ramon lost much of their land to the cataclysm and retreated to the Correa estate north of Isra, where their home was still standing. They remained here for a long while, cut off from their friends and family, not knowing if they had perished. For Elena, the death of her entire family save for her was a reality. Ramon was the only family that remained. Just him and the remaining staff at the forest manor, Mr. Charles Johnathon Chambers, the butler.
It wasn't too long after the Cataclysm that it finally took its toll on Ramon. He had become somebody else, slowly being driven insane with grief, paranoia, and soon a blood lust. Elena's mind remained her own by some miracle, and her concern for her husband soon made her realize he was no longer Ramon, but instead a monster. Something had taken his mind and twisted with it, and began to plan. Soon after, she caught him trying to feed on Mr. Chambers, leaving her with no choice but to drive a wooden stake she had prepared through his heart, ending the creature that was once Ramon Correa.
Years passed as she grieved, but as the world rebuilt around her, so did she. She was even contacted and visited by her old friend Maribel, who she discovered had become like her through her husband's brother.
Though most of Ramon, now her, estates had been destroyed and abandoned, she still had the forested estate she now lived in. It took a long while, over many years, but putting coin in the right hand she had been able to recover most of Ramon's wealth from the hidden vaults in his old estates, as well as any valuables that could be recovered from the now destroyed homes.
She used some of this gold to repair the Correa manor, deep in the hilly forests of the cooler north, and eventually she helped settle refugees in a new town that she had allowed them to build on her land. This town, named Rosewood, would over the years begin to eake out a nice little existence, and through her continued funding to developing the town, and thus her estate, but even with her small developments, they still pay their taxes to her. This is now the home of the Chambers family, generations of personal butlers for lady Correa as the previous one retires, each one as loyal as the last.
The town itself makes a tidy living on the lumber mill in town and the small farms in the land cleared by it, with permission from the land owner herself.
Enough land was soon cleared for her master plan to go into effect. She knew the soil was fertile and took advantage of it by planting a vineyard and she soon began producing wine. Most wouldn't think think much of the heavily forested land, but deep inside is a happy little community, funded by a vampire.
Or course, it's not all sunshine and rainbows in the Elena Correa estate. Little does anyone know outside of the family she had rediscovered a century ago via Maribel Correa, the benefactor and owner of the land also has an extensive, undetected smuggling empire, moving contraband throughout the lands and often right under the noses of authority. It's her network that allows businesses such as the Fine Eye to move their merchandise around. Unlike her family, she keeps to herself however, often called the shadow behind the lights due to her importance in the Correa operations, but her knack for keeping to herself.
Years and years of careful planning and the right amount of coin in the right amount of hands has let Elena sit on a secret empire, hidden behind the gates of her estate and the cases of exquisit wine that travel throughout the land.
Through her wine fame Elena finds herself among the elite of any party or function she is invited to, which are the rare times she is seen in public. She finds the importance of showing her face on occasion, but prefers to keep to herself in her home, enjoying a nice glass of wine or tending to her demonic hounds that guard her property, spending time in her winery, or spending such time with family.
Then came her second cataclysm, one as devastating as the last. Elena's luck has carried through however, as she and her ship had set off over the open sea to warmer shores where she had bought land to start up a second winery. Thankfully they had the supplies, but after months at sea it is starting to dwindle. Until now....
Registered: Jul 12, 2023 12:14:12 GMT -5
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Post by Elena Isabella Correa on Mar 1, 2024 8:17:50 GMT -5
-Description to come later. Big boat, very ornate.-
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Elena Isabella Correa
New
Roleplay posts: 7
Appearance: Elena stands at 180cm (5 foot 9~) and maintains an elegant slender figure that services to reinforce the grace in which she carries herself. Her pale skin is as smooth as porcelain and almost as white, owing to the vampiric curse that courses through her.
Her beautiful face is often decorated with expertly applied makeup, normally darker tones such as dark reds and even black, but for more public functions she applies a more rosy tone to offset her slightly unnerving paleness. No matter the colours, however, her icy blue eyes always steal the show.
Her pale features and darker makeup are matched with her very dark brown, almost black hair, an indication of her heritage of the land now known as Rondon. Her hair is always beautifully brushed and pulled into an ornate bun behind her head, and exceptionally straight when she's let it loose.
Equipment: Elena only wears the nicest of gowns, robes, and dresses, usually in dark colours they match her chosen style, and always matched to the colours of her make-up. Her favourite, however, is a hand woven dress that she has owned for almost a century, and it's been maintained perfectly. Some might speculate that she has several copies of the same dress, but she would be the last to confirm or deny such a thing.
Her favourite dress black, to nobody's surprise, and it hugs her body splendidly around the torso and waist, but flares out towards her thighs before trailing behind her. It opens just above her chest in a square-like pattern, flanked on either side by the shoulders and sleeves, and allowing for a view of her pale cleavage.
The very middle of her dress, from the top down to her waist, is made of a sheer material, with vine and leaf like designs decorated through it, mostly erupting from between her breasts and outwards. The shoulders are made up of a similar material and flare out slightly, with the beginning of the sleeves tucked up just under them. The sleeves themselves are a thicker, black material that continues into her sides and around the front, bordering the slightly grey material, and made of a soft velvet.
She's often seen wearing a pair of gloves that match the grey material that makes up the front of said dress, and usually finished with jewellery that either matches her makeup, or her light blue eyes, her favourite being a black, elegant choker her Ramon had purchased for her a century ago, finished with an icy blue gemstone.
Usually, she has either a large black coat or a robe on over said dress, or sometimes just her similar house robe over a more casual outfit or sometimes over nothing at all. Though nobody can confirm either of these things.
For transportation, she still has the pride of the Correa fleet in her galleon, loaded with the materials needed for a long journey and enough to build a vinyard.
Skills and Abilities: Elena's vampiric curse can allow her to change her form into several different creatures: a sleek panther, a humanoid bat creature, and a wolfhound, none of which are smaller than Maribel's human form.
Her senses are incredibly heightened, especially at night, and more so her sense of smell. She has been known to track things for miles based only on their blood. Her sight is dulled slightly during the day, unless she finds herself under the umbrella owned by her loyal manservant. If in direct contact with sunlight, she begins to burn.
While Elena shares the Correan abilities to create Thralls, she often chooses not to, instead finding that gaining the loyalty of humans to be far more rewarding.
She is able to fight, and is quite the duelist when given a blade, but she often prefers to fight with tooth and claw.
Biography: Elena Isabelle Correa hails from the lands around Rondon, but before they were named as such. Before the great Cataclysm that ravished the land, she was a beautiful maiden in a once great city, but not much is known about her previous life. It was fairly average, by most standards.
Until she met Ramon Francisco Del Lobo Correa, that is. Ramon came from what could be considered almost royalty, with vast swathes of land in multiple regions that belonged to his family for generations, and untold riches hidden in vaults in each one. Unbeknownst to Elena, however, he also came from vampiric stock, and was no less than the younger brother of Regulo Correa, the head of the Correa Vampires. They quickly became infatuated with each other and soon fell madly in love, bringing Elena into a world she would have never dreamed of in a thousand years. The world of the wealthy.
Ramon and Elena spent much of their time together until Elena would discover his twisted family secret. She wanted desperately to hate him for it, but she couldn't do it. Her love for the man was too strong, and it matched his for her. It didn't take long before they reconciled, and Elena grew to accept him and his family's abilities. A few years later they would be married, and on their honeymoon she accepted his gift and willingly gave herself to vampirism. Their love would be eternal, regardless of what the world would think of them. As for her family? They were none the wiser, instead joyous that she had married such a nobleman from a wealthy family. Their debts were quickly cleared.
She spent many happy years as a vampire on Ramon's estates, both in the warmer climates of their home, and the cooler forests north of what would become Isra. Their happiness knew no bounds, and they would often visit and donate to the poor houses and orphanages. For Elena it was her wish to give back to the world, but for Ramon is was more of a cover, to sway folks to his side should his nature be discovered. It's at these orphanages that she would meet a certain Maribel.
Not long after, however, the unthinkable happened. The events of what people now call The Cataclysm. Lives were ruined and untold amounts of lives lost, the effects of which are still seen today from all over. Elena and Ramon lost much of their land to the cataclysm and retreated to the Correa estate north of Isra, where their home was still standing. They remained here for a long while, cut off from their friends and family, not knowing if they had perished. For Elena, the death of her entire family save for her was a reality. Ramon was the only family that remained. Just him and the remaining staff at the forest manor, Mr. Charles Johnathon Chambers, the butler.
It wasn't too long after the Cataclysm that it finally took its toll on Ramon. He had become somebody else, slowly being driven insane with grief, paranoia, and soon a blood lust. Elena's mind remained her own by some miracle, and her concern for her husband soon made her realize he was no longer Ramon, but instead a monster. Something had taken his mind and twisted with it, and began to plan. Soon after, she caught him trying to feed on Mr. Chambers, leaving her with no choice but to drive a wooden stake she had prepared through his heart, ending the creature that was once Ramon Correa.
Years passed as she grieved, but as the world rebuilt around her, so did she. She was even contacted and visited by her old friend Maribel, who she discovered had become like her through her husband's brother.
Though most of Ramon, now her, estates had been destroyed and abandoned, she still had the forested estate she now lived in. It took a long while, over many years, but putting coin in the right hand she had been able to recover most of Ramon's wealth from the hidden vaults in his old estates, as well as any valuables that could be recovered from the now destroyed homes.
She used some of this gold to repair the Correa manor, deep in the hilly forests of the cooler north, and eventually she helped settle refugees in a new town that she had allowed them to build on her land. This town, named Rosewood, would over the years begin to eake out a nice little existence, and through her continued funding to developing the town, and thus her estate, but even with her small developments, they still pay their taxes to her. This is now the home of the Chambers family, generations of personal butlers for lady Correa as the previous one retires, each one as loyal as the last.
The town itself makes a tidy living on the lumber mill in town and the small farms in the land cleared by it, with permission from the land owner herself.
Enough land was soon cleared for her master plan to go into effect. She knew the soil was fertile and took advantage of it by planting a vineyard and she soon began producing wine. Most wouldn't think think much of the heavily forested land, but deep inside is a happy little community, funded by a vampire.
Or course, it's not all sunshine and rainbows in the Elena Correa estate. Little does anyone know outside of the family she had rediscovered a century ago via Maribel Correa, the benefactor and owner of the land also has an extensive, undetected smuggling empire, moving contraband throughout the lands and often right under the noses of authority. It's her network that allows businesses such as the Fine Eye to move their merchandise around. Unlike her family, she keeps to herself however, often called the shadow behind the lights due to her importance in the Correa operations, but her knack for keeping to herself.
Years and years of careful planning and the right amount of coin in the right amount of hands has let Elena sit on a secret empire, hidden behind the gates of her estate and the cases of exquisit wine that travel throughout the land.
Through her wine fame Elena finds herself among the elite of any party or function she is invited to, which are the rare times she is seen in public. She finds the importance of showing her face on occasion, but prefers to keep to herself in her home, enjoying a nice glass of wine or tending to her demonic hounds that guard her property, spending time in her winery, or spending such time with family.
Then came her second cataclysm, one as devastating as the last. Elena's luck has carried through however, as she and her ship had set off over the open sea to warmer shores where she had bought land to start up a second winery. Thankfully they had the supplies, but after months at sea it is starting to dwindle. Until now....
Registered: Jul 12, 2023 12:14:12 GMT -5
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Post by Elena Isabella Correa on Mar 1, 2024 8:18:21 GMT -5
Keeping their charge from turning would be impossible, both Elena and Mr. Chambers knew that, so there was no wasting time rowing their boat back to the grand majesty of Elena’s flagship. With its tall sails, its multiple decks, and its unique figurehead, the ship always brought pride to its mistress.
However, there was no time for that.
With the aid of her crew, the ship mistress and her butler scrambled up and onto the top deck, the mysterious lady carried carefully in Mr. Chamber’s strong arms, and they scurried across the deck, ignoring the strange and confused looks they got along the way.
Captain Fenwick, the ship’s commanding officer under Elena, anticipated their arrival and began barking at the crew to make way before flinging the doors to the lower decks open before them. He followed through and ordered them closed behind them in an effort to maintain any secrecy Lady Elena may have desired. In their line of work, you could never be too careful.
“Captain,” Lady Elena said, lifting the front of her skirt and keeping pace with Mr Chambers as they made their way through the ship. She didn’t let Fenwick speak before continuing. “Inform Doctor Cruikshank that we have our prize and to remain on standby, and that I will call on him when needed. Post two guards at my study door, I am not to be disturbed save for Mr. Chambers and those I call for.”
She didn’t wait for his acknowledgement, but he quickly changed direction and headed for the ship’s infirmary. He always understood his tasks and went about them without question, precisely what Elena kept him in command for. He was as efficient and loyal as he was ruthless to her enemies, a true full package.
The ship was befitting of her flagship status. The halls were neatly decorated in reds, yellows, and tastefully bare wood, and lit with carefully placed oil lamps. Most of the doors they passed seemed well made, if regular, but those to important parts of the ship were ornate and to Elena’s specifications, each bearing her sigil and each with a hand made handle, topped with the head of a panther. Paintings hung on the walls with regular spacing, some depicting events and people from Elena’s long past, some bringing an artistic flare with no real meaning, but many were of current and former crew members, their home of Rosewood, the Grand Correa herself, and some of the many events that had played a part of the ship’s colourful history. Battles, victories, artistic renditions of her in port, they were truly well done and must have cost a fortune. For Elena, it was a small price to pay for her crew’s high morale and loyalty.
The largest picture, hung above the stairs further down, was of the Correa family as it was centuries ago, when there were only a few. Elena, her sister in law Maribel, and their respective husbands, The First.
There was no time to admire them though. The pair scurried through the clear path made by crew members meandering around below decks. They passed the mess and the crew quarters, the library and study, and soon they went even further down below.
They were four decks down by then, and the light had dimmed through the halls as they went. Most of the crew had no reason to go down that far, save for a security patrol, instead choosing the cargo hatch that opened through all four decks. It was Elena’s domain.
The front half of bottom deck, like the one above, was the ship’s full cargo hold, still carrying the goods they had left the northern reaches of Isra with, but towards the back was a large room, accessible at the end of a dimly lit hall through an ornate locked door. Elena stepped ahead of Mr. Chambers with an alien grace, and fished a key from the folds of her dress, opening the door into her study.
It was forbidden for anyone to enter her study without permission, but knowing their employer nobody found that even the slightest bit tempting. People were happy to keep what happened down there Elena’s business, and hers alone.
The room itself was as dim as the hallways, just the way Elena liked it, the only light coming from the dimly lit oil lamps that sat in the middle of the side walls, the one on her strong, sturdy, and incredibly well built desk that sat on one side of the room, and from the open doors at the back of the study leading to her personal staircase. The ship’s portholes began above the stairs, far above the water line, bringing light and air into the private stairwell and down towards the study.
The walls were lined with paintings of friends and family, and under them tapped barrels that had a distinctive musk, the scent of aged wine, brandy, and the subtle overtones of fresh blood.
One corner of the room was dominated by a large metal slab that had several lamps, turned off for now, all around it, and whatever was on it was hidden by a large bloodied sheet, obscuring it from observation.
And opposite her desk was a cage. Not just any cage, of course, one purposefully built for her means. Some may have thought it was for torture, to drag secrets from her family’s enemies, prisoners of the vampire countess, but they’d be wrong. That was elsewhere in the ship. It’s incredibly strong bars and expensive locks were built to take absurd amounts of abuse, the abuse that only Lupus Hominarius could dish out, should her charge fail in battle. Inside the cage was a strong bed with a somewhat comfortable but inexpensive mattress, but not much else, but outside and within reach were several items that could be pulled through the bars, items that would only be of use to those who survived the incoming ordeal.
“Prepare the cage,” Elena ordered, allowing Mr. Chambers to gently place the woman down. Elena knelt beside her, propping her head on her lap and placing a cold hand to the woman’s forehead. If her studies were correct, it may help to quell the fight long enough to get her ready.
While Mr. Chambers opened the cage and ensured its security, Elena set about pulling the woman from her soaked, filthy clothes. Normally, she’d have let her be, but Elena had an eye for fine clothing. Whoever the woman was, her culture was one very foreign to Elena’s, and her clothing appeared to be a symbol of that culture, maintaining it may help her make an ally in time. It was no simple Isran garb that she could replace, after all.
She undressed the woman down to her under garments, ensuring she maintained her modesty, and placed her hand on the woman’s head once more. “Tranquila…” she whispered in her native tongue, blue eyes staring into the troubled face of her charge. She had so many questions, so many things she wanted to know… the woman had best survive.
It’d be a waste of beauty otherwise.
“We’re ready, my lady,” Mr. Chambers announced, squatting down and ready to take the woman into his arms again. With a nod from his employer, he lifted her and gently took her into the cage, careful not to spark any sort of outburst. Then he placed her on the bed, and a pillow under her head. He stepped out, and with three heavy clunks, the door locked in place, not to be opened without the sturdy key he handed to Elena.
She allowed a smile and a small sigh as she worked the key over in her hand. Success. Finally, success. They had found land for the crew, and found a survivor of an attack from a beast she had spent decades obsessing over. Whether or not it would be like the common savages she’d only so far hunted down or something that could speak, only time would tell.
“Take the clothes and have them washed,” she ordered, gesturing to the sodden clothing she’d placed over the end of a chair. “We have guests now.”
“Yes, my lady,” Mr. Chambers said as he gathered her things. “Will there be anything else?”
“You’ve done well today, my friend,” Elena said as her heeled boots clicked against the wooden deck. She grabbed her chalice from her desk and gently tapped the cage’s key against the kegs as she chose her imbibement. “I believe you have earned some respite after the clothing is seen to. Enjoy your evening, Mr. Chambers, I will only send for you if needed.” She finally stopped at a wine cask, one of her personal favourites, and turned the tap, pouring herself a glass of wonderment.
“This may take several hours.” She sat down at her desk, eyes fixed on the cage before taking a drink of her wine. “And I am not to be disturbed.”
The man nodded and left the study, the door locking automatically behind him. Elena tapped the golden side of her chalice with a long black nail and stared at the cage. A long, unnatural grin spread across her otherwise perfectly porcelain face.
Let the performance begin.
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