Foxgloves
Established
Roleplay posts: 28 
Appearance: Foxgloves is shaped like a man for the most part, tall and lanky. He wears a long coat with innumerable pockets and a hood with two long points that flop about like a rabbit's ears. The fingers of his gloves are long and thin, and his pointed boots are unadorned. Most notably, he wears a white mask, behind which only darkness can be seen. He is very light, as though stuffed nothing but cotton and cobwebs.
Skills and Abilities: Foxgloves, at his very core, is a salesman. He primarily sells glass eyes and body parts, although can generally find anything the customer could possibly desire for the right price. He tends to be very curious, and loves nothing more than a good story or a secret. In general, he displays a casual disregard for rules of all kinds, whether they be posted signs, regulations of a nation, or the laws of nature itself.
Biography: Foxgloves is quiet and focused, with a calm voice that hides how high-strung he can be. He has the habit of becoming fixated on certain people or things, usually things he finds particularly beautiful. A soft-spoken individual, Foxgloves’ lack of vocal cords prevents him from speaking above a loud whisper. Very few things upset him, except when it comes to things that he cannot have. If Foxgloves wants something, he will bargain incessantly, before resorting to begging or stealing. If deprived of something he wants badly, he falls into a deep melancholy. Usually, he perks up again once he manages to find or create a facsimile of the desired object, even if it’s nothing more than a piece of painted paper-mache.
Allegiances: Himself
Registered: Mar 19, 2021 19:18:12 GMT -5
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Post by Foxgloves on Apr 30, 2021 1:00:44 GMT -5
Foxgloves bounced alongside Vasco, his footsteps as light and silent as a spider's. The points of his hood flopped and swung as he loped along, taking long, bounding strides to keep up with his new friend. He noticed that Vasco seemed a bit tired of his company, but the fact didn't bother him overly much. Young people could be awfully temperamental at times. This was something that he remembered from his observations of people before, something that he'd made a careful note of in one of his little notebooks. How did people ever understand each other without taking notes? He simply couldn't imagine it. Perhaps they simply forgot things. Judging by what he'd seen of people, forgetfulness did seem like a rather common affliction. How could anyone stand to let all those little precious bits of information slip away so easily? People were so strange.
"You're searching for your mother?" he asked, clapping his gloves together with a soft pat. "Perhaps I can help. I'm quite good at finding things and almost as good at finding people. If you're so certain that I'll find what I'm looking for no matter where I go, perhaps I'll find them if I go looking for your dear mother. Here, you go this way and I'll go that way. We'll be twice as likely to find her then. I must say, though, you have some odd criteria for horrible things. Don't you know how many horrible things are inside your own body? They can be quite grotesque, but I certainly don't see you complaining. Surely entrails and organs are more horrible than mere raven's feathers. In any case, we'd best be looking. Good-bye, Vasco dear. I'm sure I'll be seeing you around shortly."
With that, Foxgloves bounded off, vanishing almost immediately into the trees. His dark, slender form slipped easily into the shadows, crooked limbs and odd hood points soon indistinguishable from the shadows and trees. It occurred to him then that he should have probably asked what Vasco's mother looked like, but he decided that she couldn't possibly be that hard to find. He'd know her when he saw her, he was sure.
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Vasco Correa
Committed
Roleplay posts: 51
Appearance: Thin and lithe, Vasco is his mother's antithesis, taking only her broad shoulders as his own. His narrow, diamond-shaped face and long features can be seen as striking, if not handsome, by many.
He has a head of immaculately trimmed, dirty blonde hair and it is clear he takes great care of it, trimming and oiling and all the works.
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Equipment: Vasco's preferred weapon of choice is a special rapier that houses a thin, hollow chamber typically filled with a neurotoxin found back in their homeland. The chamber can also be filled with other substances.
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Skills and Abilities: Vasco's vampiric curse can allow him to change her form into several distinct shapes: a shaggy black dog, a blackbird, and an eel.
His senses and natural strength are heightened considerably at night and gutter just as significantly during the day. He has excellent night vision that causes him to be blinded completely in the presence of the sun. Despite this, he does not burn in direct sunlight.
The Correa family's shared ability is that which to create loyal thralls without having to sire them into vampires. Thralls are created with a bite and a magical sigil. Sired vampires are created with a bite from the vampire, and then the ingestion of the vampire's blood. Thralls share a portion of the vampire's strength and can still walk freely in the sun, though with a newfound disdain for it. They are not vampires themselves but have a substantial, artificial fondness for them.
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 17:17:59 GMT -5
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Post by Vasco Correa on May 1, 2021 16:55:38 GMT -5
"Oh, that's a lovely idea!" exclaimed Vasco with feigned excitement, hands shaking at his sides. In truth, he was more than delighted to see the unsettling masked figure leave. Once he did, the vampire's shoulders sloped in relief. He pinched the bridge of his nose and turned heel, beckoning to the children. "Quickly!" he hissed. He didn't mention Foxgloves in fear that it was what summoned him.
The thralls scampered toward him on their little legs with their massive packs, all filled with enough equipment to topple over normal children and fatigue them terribly, but not these little demons, no. Even if Mother was starved, the power she lent them was more than enough to endure long journeys carrying heavy things.
And thus, departing as the sun started to dip below the horizon, they went south, stopping only when daylight peaked through the trees.
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Belladonna Atropa
Established
Roleplay posts: 44 
Appearance: Belladonna has Dark straight black hair that ends just passed her jaw, aside for a long braid. She has ivory skin, dark painted lips and heterochromia with her right eye being a medium grey and the left a deep blue.
There is no color on Belladonna's clothing. She tends to wear long corseted dresses that go from her neck down and leaves everything to the imagination while also not hiding away her charms. She also wears her black fur shawl in colder weather, but if the weather is particularly warm she might go without. Her shoes are calf-height sturdy low-heeled boots.
Equipment: Vials of poison
Small potions bottles
Spool of Red string
Dark red lip paint
Basket
Knife
wooden Staff
Herbology book
Tome of Curses and hexes
Skills and Abilities: Potions, poisons, medicine and drugs. Anything from curses to cures is where Belladonna's (Bella for the privileged few) expertise lies. With the right payment, no work is morally too low for her and no cause too great.
Chemistry: Allows her to isolate plant components and increase their potency on a rudimentary level, however consumes more resources and time to accomplish. Medicine of that caliber can also create highly corrosive or toxic fumes. Mistakes may cause fires or explosions of mundane of magical nature.
Arcane investigation: Bella is in tune with magic, but only senses it in form of intuition or "gut feeling", since her power and senses are muted on the isles. She is also knowledgeable in matters of the arcane and given enough time can decipher occult texts and inscriptions, at least based on her best guess of the meaning, depending how ancient it is and the context evidence is found in.
Ritual curses and Hexes:
All rituals require material and somatic components to work. Due to the influence of the Isles, all curses and hexes are channeled into an item that then needs to be placed on or around the target person. Typically they take form of letters tied with red string, wooden or straw idols or potions/food that need to be consumed by the target.
Arcane knowledge: What is a witch without knowledge on the basics and how to use them?
Biography: All she says is she doesn't remember where she came from, but some have doubts about that statement.
Registered: Apr 10, 2021 9:27:32 GMT -5
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Post by Belladonna Atropa on May 4, 2021 10:14:51 GMT -5
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The waves rose and fell gently as it sleepily pushed the long floating chest towards shore. Atop of it a body lay looking more like they had simply fallen asleep on accident after a hard day's toil than someone floating on it for survival. It was a woman, sleeping on her side. Salt had crystallized in her otherwise black hair that ended just above her shoulders, and the long braid at her right temple. Her clothes were hard to make out beyond the fabric being black and marbled with more salt veins from having been soaked in seawater repeatedly. Her lips were dry from exposure or dehydration, but the woman hardly seemed to mind in her slumbering state. While her body remained still aside from the rising and falling of her chest mimicking the waves, her mind instead recalled a hazy recent past.
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There was the image of a field of treetops surrounded by the gold halo of the sunset that insisted on setting the sky on fire. Hands, properly manicured and painted dark rested on the carved wood that served as the only barrier between them and an abyss that would surely be fatal if fallen into. The breeze carried on it the breath of the flora nearby, mostly of the gardens below. Its perfume was a contradiction of sweet floral notes in tandem with bitter medicinal ones.
Nothing disturbed the peace aside from birdsong serenading the evening, at least, until a lower more silvery song cut in from behind.
"Bella, Are you still upset?" it asked.
"Yes." a light but unusually smoky voice replied.
"Aw don't be like that, Here."
Belladonna's gaze lowered down to the fresh flower held out her way and finally she sighed. It was nothing special, a common flower in the area by all accounts, but nonetheless there was beauty in its simplicity not to mention it had a usefulness in her craft. Taking such a delicate thing by the stem with dainty fingers, she brought the specimen to eye level and finally cracked a smile.
"Only you would dare bring me something so petty and common. I'd laugh you out of my store if you were anyone else."
"Then I’ll consider myself lucky to be in such good graces with you to be able to get away with it. Now what’s on your mind?”
“I was thinking of the ones who have left us..” Though there was more that could be said, instead, she simply paused while her eyes narrowed on the canopy of trees. She felt a hand come to rest on her upper back in an attempt at comforting her.
“How about this, we’ll toast in their memory at the wedding. I’m sure they’d have wanted to be there.”
Belladonna chuckled and shook her head. “I never would have invited them. Too much trouble.” While the response was aloof it only served as a mask, but it clearly didn’t fool her partner who said nothing. He wrapped his arms from behind where she couldn’t see him, though she was content to simply watch the sunset together with him in silence.
Wisps of mist swallowed the scenery, engulfing the moment of respite gently, until it coalesced into something dark and grey akin to a storm cloud. The sound of thunderous rain accompanied blinding flashes, and the wind howled and felt as though it could cut down to the bone with its chill. The same hands that had been peacefully resting on the carved wood, now scrambled to find purchase under the sudden water that have swallowed the earth. Her hand found his, and he’d had enough strength to pull her back to the surface.
Bella coughed out the water that had nearly entered her lungs and she gasped for air as she fought the powerful current. They lived above the treetops and yet, it now found itself completely submerged with their belongings and wayward wood rushing passed her. She held onto the hand desperately.
“Hold onto me!” His voice called out, and yet in the chaos and the salt in her eyes she couldn’t see as she attempted to blink it away. There was another violent wave among the cacophony of turbulence that hit them both like a stack of bricks. She didn’t have the time to question what hit them exactly that she was plunged into a deep darkness.
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The waves finally made their last push as the long chest finally wedged itself into the soggy earth of the moor. The sudden halting in the constant rocking motion had been enough to jerk Belladonna back to consciousness. She knew better than to move right away, at least not until more awareness came to clear the fogginess of her mind. It was a slow and gentle process that she pushed herself up on the chest that had served as her raft. By some miracle she hadn’t sunk into the water, but she also didn’t recall when she’d climbed onto the chest either. It was while sitting up that she was suddenly able to feel it all. The cold, the pain in her head, neck and shoulders, the thirst, the hunger, but most importantly the feeling that something far more important to her life was missing.
Him.
Her eyes darted around with a lack of focus, but she saw no signs of him. Him, the him she’d just dreamed about, the him that was part of her life before it quite literally all crashed down on them. The man who proposed with the ring she still wore. The woman ignored the pain and stood off the chest, only for the constant motion of the waves she’d been feeling all this time giving her the phantom feeling that the ground was moving unsteadily under her feet. Too weakened to keep her balance she collapsed to her knees on the stone, leaning against the chest for support. Her heart raced, air burned in her lungs yet never felt like enough. Her nails dug into the soggy wood she clung to as she stared out to sea with wide eyes.
The realization that Bella was alone was bad enough, but she needed to remember him. Her free hand grasped at the side of her head though she realized it still clung to a simple common flower that had somehow survived the abuse of the water. She tried to recall anything; his name, his face, anything about the man who she was supposed to marry and yet all she could remember was his voice, and the stupid flower he had given her that day, the flower she’d been clinging to for dear life.
The pain from the head to her shoulders was nothing compared to the sudden pain that felt like her chest had been hollowed out viciously. Despite her inability to breathe, her body moved on its own as it finally pushed her to stand up on her feet. She stared out at the horizon in shock, the ocean breeze passing invisible fingers through her hair. Normally she should have been thinking about her next move, and yet she felt like she was made of stone, flower in her hand and her cloak billowing gently with the wind.
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Alvaro Correa
Established
Roleplay posts: 31
Age: 67
Appearance: Like most Correas, Alvaro boasts sharp features and long, wavy, flaxen hair. Though he has a strapping figure, it's easily hidden behind layered blouses, doublets, and embroidered capes. Alvar trims and oils his beard often, keeping a well-groomed appearance where he can. Just below a pair of long lashes, he has a couple of blue eyes that fade to black.
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Equipment: Alvaro is a political man and prefers not to fight if ever he has the chance to avoid it, but he knows his way around a few bladed weapons. This time, however, he has found himself with a singular dagger.
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Skills and Abilities: The baron's vampiric curse can allow him to change his form into several distinct shapes: a shaggy black dog, a vulture, and a centipede no smaller than his human form.
Alvaro's senses and natural strength are heightened considerably at night and gutter just as significantly during the day. He has excellent night vision that causes him to be blinded entirely in the presence of the sun. If in direct contact with sunlight, he burns.
The Correa family's shared ability is to create loyal thralls without having to sire them into vampires. Thralls are made with a bite that doesn't kill the victim; instead, using the blood that pours from it, they create a sigil that binds them to the vampire. Thralls share a portion of the vampire's strength and can still walk freely in the sun, though with a newfound disdain for it.
Registered: Nov 3, 2021 16:50:55 GMT -5
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Post by Alvaro Correa on Nov 3, 2021 21:44:59 GMT -5
It was as misty and bleak as ever on the cape. Perhaps that was why he lost so much time? Oh, or maybe it was the gentle lull of the waves beneath the boat, rocking him back and forth like a baby's crib? Or, quite possibly, it was because no one bothered to wake his ass up before abandoning him.
Cunts. The lot of them.
Upon figuring out that Maribel and the crew had run off to find a jolly little adventure in the new world, Alvaro weighed his options: either he could pack up and search for them, or he would stay put. Or, or! He could steal the boat.
[continued...]
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Emilius Correa
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Roleplay posts: 14
Registered: Jan 2, 2022 11:46:16 GMT -5
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Post by Emilius Correa on Jan 20, 2022 8:43:47 GMT -5
Emilius and Theophania traveled like two siblings just out to play, despite the reality of their mission. Emilius walked a step ahead of his sister, who chose skipping behind him to be a more enjoyable method of travel. Despite the boy saying nothing, Theo had wasted no time talking his ear off. The. Whole. Way.
The imaginative girl had plenty of things to look at, things that were more interesting than just staring at the path. Normally she'd go take a closer look, but her brother had a firm grip on her hand. Emilius suddenly stopped and Theo didn't question it as she preferred to keep talking about what she wanted to talk about. Namely the strangers that were in Mother's tent earlier.
"..And the doll promised to make Mother a beautiful dress. I cannot wait to see what it will look like! As for the tree Nymph- I was thinking of asking her to help me make Mother a gift of my own. I found the prettiest-"
"Didn't we leave Desmodus right here?" Emile finally cut her off.
Theophania furrowed her brows, tilted her head as if trying to decipher what he meant. She then looked out at the water, and a dark skeletal and shadowy hand reached out slowly from behind her field of vision and pointed ahead in the empty spot on the water where the Desmodus should be and yet was not. She clapped her hands over her cheeks with a gasp.
"Desmodus is gone!? Oh no- Oh no- Mother will be furious if she finds out! Emile, what do we do?" The younger child asked the older, calmer one.
"That just means we'll have to find her, obviously. She can only travel in water, and there aren't that many directions she could- or would- have gone on her own." Emile replied and cupped a finger over his chin. "I'll have Nocturna scout ahead in the skies."
Theo seemed to calm down, but she hugged her doll closer anxiously.
"Poor Desmodus, out there possibly alone and hungry, or worse not alone and in trouble!" She held up her doll as if it was speaking to her directly. "Oh- you're right. With Emile with us we'll find her in no time. Thank you.."
Emile rolled his eyes at the one sided exchange. His ruined eye had a steady greyish glow to it. One eye remained on the path ahead where he pulled his sister along, while the other eye looked at dark wet stone, deep in the mouth of a cavern. A small tongue lapped at the water dripping off the stalactites before the field of vision took a plunge downwards and swooped back up towards the mouth of the cave it hid in. It looked to the side to see its wings and hooks extended out before looking ahead to the horizon once again.
"If I find her I'll let you know."
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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 Aug 10, 2023 12:02:43 GMT -5
“Land ho!”
The words sounded foreign and unreal as they came down from far above the Rosewood Rover’s decks. Sailors from all over the ship stopped in their tracks in what seemed like shock, casting sudden looks to one another, then up towards the ship’s crows nest, high above the ship’s beautiful sails.
“East by South East!” The words came down from the crowsnest, where one sailor stood, pointing into the waning mists that had surrounded the boat for far too long. He slapped a hand against the wood of his nest as he yelled down at the crew, excitement gripping his heart and fueling him with hope.
The thunder of boots sounded across the deck as those aboard scrambled to the railing, looking out into the haze, squinting to make anything out. Dark shapes moved in and out of the wisps that crept along beside the ship until finally one of them snapped. He grabbed hold of the nearest shoulder and pointed. “There!”
The boat continued forward at full mast until it erupted from the grasp of the mists like a whale from the surface of the water, bursting forth into daylight they’d not properly seen for months, and more importantly, ahead of them stood the thing they had been searching for most - land. It loomed in the distant under cloudy skies, slightly shrouded in a fog that crept around the crags and rocks, but cheers still sounded all across from the gallant crew overjoyed to find land of any sort.
A figure stood at the front of the ship but they didn’t seem to share in the excitement of the rest of the crew. At least, not outwardly. Her eyes remained closed as she pulled in another long, deep, clear breath of the ocean air that surrounded them, picking up every individual note she could. Her ears pricked at the sound of cheers and a small smile tugged at her pale lips, but she did not turn, not yet.
The man beside her, however, took great effort to remain dignified, betraying the excitement he felt welling up deep within him. He cleared his throat and shifted the parasol he held aloft, over his mistress to protect her from the sun shafts that broke through the cloudy sky above. “I dare say you’ve delivered us from hell, ma’am,” he said as a smirk pulled along his cheek. “Salvation appears to be at hand.”
“Mm,” the woman murmured in reply before pulling in another breath. “We, Mr. Chambers,” she said, correcting him. “I only set the course, it was the crew that delivered us.” Another deep breath. Salt, brine, the wood of the deck, but something else seeped through all these scents. The one scent she was anxious to follow. Finally, the woman opened her eyes. She turned on a boot hill with an elegant grace and stepped down from the platform she had been perched on for almost an hour. “Gentlemen.”
The woman’s voice was quiet, but it carried like a cold gust of wind on a winter’s day, flowing around each of the cheering men until they quickly took notice. While their attention was captured, their grins remained, excitement flowing through their veins. Lady Correa would know, she could smell it.
“Our predicament may be at an end,” she said, her voice still carrying her thick Rondon accent over all these years, yet she remained as articulate as ever. “And I would like to thank you all. Without your efforts, we would have been lost long ago. I am proud of every one of you.” She gave a pause, enough for them to give another cheer at the recognition, but she quickly raised her hand again for quiet. “But we are not finished yet.”
“Captain,” she called out. “Make a course for the shore and prepare three rowboats. I want two teams, one to go east, and one to go west along the shoreline.Tell them to look for any signs of life, or return to us after three hours.” The main nodded as he made mental notes. “The ship will remain at anchor offshore. Once the parties have returned, we will choose a direction and start off in search of friendly faces or a good place to make landfall.”
“Aye ma’am,” the captain replied, already choosing scouts in his head. “And the third boat?”
The woman looked to her manservant and a small smile formed on her lips, but it was the look in her eye that told him the full story. He knew what she wanted, and nodded in reply. She looked back to the captain. “Fetch O’Leary, Kennedy, and Guillerme. They, myself, and Mr. Chambers are going ashore.”
“I’ll have them brought up immediately, My Lady, and I’ll ensure you’re supplied.” The captain said with a stern nod. “If I may, Ma'am, what kind of expedition should I inform the men to prepare for?”
The smile she had given her butler returned once more. “They are to get me ashore, of course.” She wasn’t about to row herself, nor babysit it once ashore. “As for myself… the hunt is afoot.”
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Not long had passed before all three row boats had been dropped into the water, one headed east, and one west, each filled with eager, excited sailors who had not touched land in over six months, then the last boat which made for shore directly ahead of them.
“Quite fetching, isn’t it,” the butler asked in a quiet voice to his mistress, who sat beside him, looking out into the island. It was hardly paradise by most people’s definitions, but it was precisely Elena’s dower, gloomy style. “Dare I hold hope for a new home?”
“Dare as you will,” Lady Elena Correa replied, but she seemed far less interested in what she saw, but more what she smelled. The others hadn’t picked up on it, but the scent lingered at the top of the water, where streaks and bubbles of red subtly wove through the blue and green of the water ahead of them. “The men deserve a home, and they shall have it if its suitable.”
The boat gently pushed up onto the gravelly beach of the island and the five disembarked. Three of the men contained themselves just long enough to secure the boat before two of them fell onto the shale, giddy to be on solid ground once more. Their senior, Kennedy, seemed about to reprimand them before Elena stepped down from the boat, aided by the steady hand of Mr. Chambers. “Once your moment is done, guard the boat until we return, gentlemen. Be prepared for anything.”
Mr. Kennedy seemed to want to object for just a moment, but he quickly remembered that he knew better. Most of the crew, if not all, knew exactly what she was. While he had anxieties of his employer and leader running off into unknown lands without an escort, well… she hardly really needed it. “Aye aye, ma’am.”
With that, Elena turned about and started off towards the rocky foreshore and under the shade of a carefully and expertly placed parasol, held by Mr. Chambers, the only companion she felt she needed on that little expedition.
“May I ask what we’re looking for, My Lady?” The older looking gentleman asked in a quiet voice as they escaped earshot of her underlings. He wasn’t quite sure of the secrecy of her mission, though he knew it would be apparent to all before long.
Elena stopped for just a moment. “Si, you may,” she said before pointing to the ground ahead. The tide had washed most of it away, but up ahead her trail remained, enough for her to maintain the scent. “The answer to my own questions.”
The scent of fresh blood.
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Khulgana
New
Roleplay posts: 3
Age: 33
Appearance: Bronze-skinned and strapping, Khulgana betrays the image of a princess. Forever the daughter of the steppes, she harbors the muscle of a mounted archer. To her own people, it is clear that her heritage is not purely that of the Tamorjin. Her thin, foxlike eyes and large lips hint that her father lived beyond their borders.
At the request of her mother, she wears her hair long but has learned to put it in a topknot so that it cannot be snagged in battle.
She often wears a mammilare and a sabai with loose trousers. In colder weather, she layers linen shirts with a fur-lined coat and a variety of hats.
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Equipment: A saber from her father's homeland, a longbow from her mother's, and a wicker shield are kept by the once-princess. All other supplies are kept on her horse, Tolin.
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Skills and Abilities: Mounted archery and sword fighting are but a few skills that Khulgana has picked up, and in her mind, the least useful of them. She would rather spend her days farming and hunting for game than she would be preparing for war.
Registered: Mar 25, 2023 22:15:34 GMT -5
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Post by Khulgana on Aug 26, 2023 21:13:42 GMT -5
It wasn't just blood.
The deep grooves of horse hooves made prints in the sand, then into the dirt beyond that. Behind it, the trail of blood- but it didn't belong to the horse. Not one bit. There were also dingies on the shore, about a dozen or so scattered. Some still had crates in them filled with trivial things, like children's toys and silver cutlery. The cutlery in question, if anyone decided to investigate it, had a peculiar engraving on the handles:
A shaggy dog with ichor dripping from its maws. The Correa Crest.
Khulgana couldn't tell how long it had been. Her fever, her racing heart, her aching limbs, they took time away from her. They almost took the world, too. It was all she could do to hold onto Tolin's back and feel him breathing. That was a comfort, and it was the only one she had in this strange, warm land that made every breath feel as though she were underwater. The horse did not stop until they came to a pond, its waters clear as glass. Tolin knelt next to the grass here, and Khulgana rolled off, half-drenched in the cold water. It was a relief, with her body burning up so. Somehow, she'd been able to tie her wound up in cloth. The princess couldn't remember doing it, but she was glad she was lucid enough to do that much. For now, she drifted off in the water, listening to her horse drink thirstily beside her.
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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 Aug 27, 2023 6:31:21 GMT -5
Mr. Kennedy watched as Elena and Mr. Chambers set off into the brush, having largely ignored the boats in search of an apparently greater pride. He scuffed his boot against the shale covered beach and took in a deep breath, filling his lungs with the air of their new home.
He let out a long sigh and looked to his compatriots, chattering with excitement from the rowboat behind him. "Right you two," he said, clapping his hands once then rubbing them together. "Let's get busy. Those boats and crates, we could always do with more supplies."
The two men jumped to it alongside their impromptu leader and set off for the other boats. Mr. Kennedy set about trying to identify the boats for sigils or crests, anything to figure out a port of origin. It made sense that others had found their way, but would they be friend or foe?
It wasn't long after he'd started his inspection that the other two had begun cracking into the boxes and discussing their finds, but they both went quiet by the third crate.
"Mr. Kennedy?" O'Leary called out before jogging over, a box of what sounded like silverware under hand. He opened it to show off the contents, an unsure smile across his lips.
Mr. Kennedy reached in and plucked a fork from the bunch. Silver, it was worth something, sure, but what really grabbed his attention was the crest engraved into the handle.
"...Lady Correa will want to see this."
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Lady Elena sniffed at the air as they followed the trail of blood and hooves. The horse tracks had surprised her when she first came across them, her curiosity only increasing as a result. A wolf killer and a horse washing up on the beach? She hadn't been that excited in what felt like years.
But with a horse in the equation, speed became a priority.
Her slick coat shimmered in the light that filtered through the clouds and the tree canopy above, and her feet ran with an incredible agile cat-like grace through the brush as she followed the long trail of blood ahead. Mr. Chambers had since offered to be left in her wake, certain she would make quicker progress without his mere human form holding her up - besides, he was an expert tracker, he'd find his way. She had set off ahead of him, leaving behind markings on trees as she passed with her claws, ensuring he'd find his way.
She was getting closer, she could smell it. She could taste it. That savoury, savage taste that lingered along with the blood of whatever human was skilled enough to fell such a fearsome beast.
The panther continued forward, whiskers on alert and nose sniffing at the air. It had been too long since Elena had chosen forms, and while she was relishing in the opportunity, the hunt was far more important.
Finally she heard it, over the trees and occasional sound of birds, the steady huffing of a horse. Horse and blood, human and beast, so many smells that seemed to delight the panther that krept closer to the edge of the brush.
A few moments later, the form of a human emerged from the trees. Lady Elena stood in all her elegance, dress as perfect as if it had just been pressed. She took a moment to reacquaint herself with her real body then set off towards the pond, taking in the sights as she stepped. She passed by the horse, ensuring it saw her, and gave its neck a little pat. "You've done well," she cooed in her native Rondon tongue in hopes of keeping it calm. She had no need for a horse in hysterics while she worked.
Satisfied after a moment, she approached the pond and the woman within. Quite the specimen, and not quite what she expected. She knelt down by the edge of the water and reached out to gently pull the body closer, then she propped her head up gently. As soaked through as the clothing was, she could tell that the woman was steppes folk, without a doubt. It told her… Tamorjin, perhaps? Her knowledge of the steppes was regretfully limited, especially in that moment, but she felt confident enough about it. She knew she was at least close.
Her cool, undead hand pressed against the skin of the woman's cheek and a frown creased her face. Fever, a severe one too. "Poor soul…" she whispered as she looked the woman over and finally spotted the wound that the woman had managed to bind. From the binding and the muscles her wet clothes clung to, she could tell the woman was a warrior. Good. "Strength be with you in the coming battle."
If her research was correct, she could tell the Tamorjin woman was edging closer to turning. The internal battle would soon commence between the soul of the woman and that of the beast. Who would emerge victorious?
Elena intended to find out.
"My lady," Mr. Chambers' voice gently called from the edge of the clearing, having followed his mistress' markings.
"I have found the one I was looking for," Elena said in a gentle tone as she drew a finger down the side of the Tamorjin woman's face. "It won't be long now. We must get her back to the ship, to my workshop. I wish to record what happens next." She gently rested the woman's head on the soft grass by the pond's edge. "Load her up on the horse, it will be quicker."
The older man approached and looked her over. "...will bindings be necessary, my lady?"
Elena stood and followed his gaze. If she turned prematurely, it would be… regrettable. "I have confidence in our skills, Mr. Chambers. If she awakens, we do not want to appear to be the enemy. It's my intention to help this woman, should she survive."
"For future study?"
Elena flashed a small smile. "Because she may be a worthy ally." With that, she set off for the horse once more. Further study would come as a benefit along the way.
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Khulgana
New
Roleplay posts: 3
Age: 33
Appearance: Bronze-skinned and strapping, Khulgana betrays the image of a princess. Forever the daughter of the steppes, she harbors the muscle of a mounted archer. To her own people, it is clear that her heritage is not purely that of the Tamorjin. Her thin, foxlike eyes and large lips hint that her father lived beyond their borders.
At the request of her mother, she wears her hair long but has learned to put it in a topknot so that it cannot be snagged in battle.
She often wears a mammilare and a sabai with loose trousers. In colder weather, she layers linen shirts with a fur-lined coat and a variety of hats.
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Equipment: A saber from her father's homeland, a longbow from her mother's, and a wicker shield are kept by the once-princess. All other supplies are kept on her horse, Tolin.
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Skills and Abilities: Mounted archery and sword fighting are but a few skills that Khulgana has picked up, and in her mind, the least useful of them. She would rather spend her days farming and hunting for game than she would be preparing for war.
Registered: Mar 25, 2023 22:15:34 GMT -5
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Post by Khulgana on Dec 18, 2023 0:56:11 GMT -5
Khulgana could remember little. She felt the world spin as something touched her, dragged her... where? Was it Tolin? Her jaw lolled left and right. She felt an immense amount of heat leave her body whenever she breathed out, only to bellow up again in her belly, threatening to melt her from the inside. Whatever was carrying her was cold as ice, though. It couldn't have been her steed, but she could hear his hooves following.
Half-awake dreams plagued her through this journey. Visions of her mother and father, memories of the war, nightmares from the flood and the slaughter. She could still feel those claws in her skin, causing her to grab and pull at her captor, fearing the wolf's hunger. In a bout of fury and pain, she arched her head back and roared, searching desperately for her saber. This energy dissipated before she could find it, and she was left to her fevered mania and babbling once more. Her breath was shallow and pained.
Tolin followed closely behind, his breath flipping the warrior's hair as he sniffed her. He picked up his trot so that he was beside Elena as she walked, eying her curiously, concernedly. What was to become of his partner?
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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 Feb 19, 2024 17:19:35 GMT -5
Elena stepped between Mr. Chambers and her charge as the woman began to thrash, concern flashed across her face for the briefest of moments, cracks showing through that cold, emotionless visage she often carried. It wasn’t for her own safety, but instead partly for that of her more fragile human man servant, and for the potential loss of her prize. Once the woman had settled once more though, she approached and removed her glove to place her cold, pale hand to her forehead.
“Rising heat…” she murmured, then reached under the woman and hefted her up. “We have little time before the war begins. What she is experiencing now is but a taste of what she will endure.” With the aid of Mr. Chambers, though likely unnecessary, she lifted the woman onto the back of the horse, then gave him a gentle pat. “Her horse is strong. Mr. Chambers, how is your riding?”
The man stood straight and adjusted his sleeves, having stowed whatever he could find of the mysterious woman’s belongings on the horse. “Impeccable.”
Elena slipped her glove back on as she watched her friend climbed aboard the horse, careful not to spook him while whispering words of friendship and encouragement. It wasn’t long before he had the reins. “Meet me at the beach and get her onto a boat. Go!”
With that, the human whipped the reigns and the pair darted off into the brush, carrying Elena’s newest curio with them, back towards the waiting beach. Branches snapped under hoof and the flora almost exploded around them as they thundered away under the powerful hooves of the warhorse. It was more than enough to impress Elena.
She took one last look around the clearing for anything left behind, and confident there was little left, she herself walked into the tangled growth of the forest. She stepped, skipped, and dove, landing on the four paws of her large cat form. She was off.
Flashes of green exploded around them, Mr. Chambers careful not to jostle the babbling woman too much, but with her constant slipping in and out of consciousness, he doubted she’d even see or feel much outside of the heat that radiated off of her and onto his back. Part of him worried about her changing on the horse’s back, but he had confidence in his mistress, she wouldn’t put him in harm’s way if she could avoid it. He kept his gaze forward as he followed the path they’d made previously.
They were the first to arrive back at the beach, exploding through the foliage like a bat out of hell, followed closely by Elena in her panther form, and over the beach they thundered. More of her crew had gathered on the shore, loading what salvage they could, but they quickly had weapons drawn, taken by surprise by their employer’s return, but just as swiftly as they’d been wielded, their weapons quickly returned to their scabbards.
“My lady!” Mr. Kennedy called as the Panther disappeared behind the horse for just a moment, and emerged in her human like form, as elegant as ever. She hadn’t broken a sweat. “I had to call for more men, we’ve found something for you t-”
“No time,” Lady Elena said, raising a hand. “Listen to me carefully. We have found what we came for. Load her up, and signal the ship to have Dr. Cruikshank prepare my study. We're going to have a guest.”
The man was ready to protest, but instead he nodded, knowing not to second guess Lady Elena. It could mean his life. Instead, he shouted towards two of the younger crew members, one fiddling with a sizable mirror and the other adjusting it to catch the sun. It took but a moment to relay the message, and the pair began flashing a card over the mirror’s side, catching the attention of the ship beyond.
Elena looked up with a disgusted squint into the sunlight that had begun to filter through the clouds above. Horrible thing, that ball of flame. Getting back to the ship couldn’t happen quick enough, and she wasn’t about to interrupt Mr. Chambers as he loaded their guest back onto a boat, despite wanting her parasol. Had they even brought it? It didn’t matter!
“My Lady?” Mr. Kennedy asked, interrupting her thoughts. “We’ll be ready momentarily, but…”
“The horse,” Lady Elena assumed, knowing it couldn’t be loaded, at least not easily. “Have the men ensure it is kept safe, secure… happy. I believe it has importance to our guest. I will send more men here to establish a camp, that will give us time to figure out how to take it with us.”
“Aye ma’am,” the man said, but his lingering look told Elena that wasn’t what he meant. She raised an eyebrow, slightly annoyed but more at the sun that pricked at her skin above. She reluctantly raised a hand to cover her brow, then gestured for Mr. Kennedy to continue, but he didn’t speak. Instead, he offered her a piece of silverware that had been plucked from one of the crates they’d salvaged.
The woman narrowed her eyes, but she knew her crew had no intentions on wasting her time. They were handpicked for that reason, after all. So she took the silverware in her hand and looked it over. It still held its shine and had some heft to it, clearly legitimate. Excellent craftsmanship. It looked like the type she’d had back in her manor. Then she turned it over and saw the engraved sigil. A Correa sigil.
Her breath caught in her throat, something that didn’t happen often at all. It wasn’t hers, no, it lacked the Rondon text under the coat of arms, that of the Correan first family, but it was still one of the other branches. One she held dear. They live? Live, of course, being used loosely.
“My lady, we are ready to leave,” Mr. Chambers said as he came to her side, catching his breath a little as he spoke. “She’s still in and out, but she’s clearly getting worse.”
Elena took a moment to consider all of this. The sigil, her guest, the possibilities were endless, but that moment was just that - a moment. She hadn’t had much to truly think on recently, and suddenly she had everything to consider - a feeling she’d longed for. She quickly looked to Mr. Kennedy. “If you’ve found this, the owners cannot be far, we may be being watched. I will have the captain raise our flag, and in turn you will raise our standard here at our beach head. Make sure it can be seen from as far as possible, and if anyone approaches you are to greet them. Especially if they present my crest.” The man nodded, understanding the mission. He and the crew had been loaned to other parts of the Correa family before, each time brought riches and infamy, but more importantly for now he knew most of the crests at a glance.
Then Elena gestured to Mr. Chambers. They took to the waters, and back towards the ship. They’d make it, but only barely…
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Elena Isabella Correa
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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....
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Post by Elena Isabella Correa on Feb 19, 2024 17:33:34 GMT -5
In the hours that followed, two more groups arrived at the beach, each bearing supplies for the makeshift camp. Tents were set up in a clearing off the beach, and a perimeter established with various makeshift guard posts set up. Tables and equipment stations had been put together in the middle of the clearing, and men barked orders to each other to cut down trees, build barricades, go here, go there. It had become nice and busy, even if they all knew it was temporary. Anything to be on solid ground.
Two things were clear at a glance, first that this outfit was professional, from their matching uniforms, to how quickly they followed and gave out orders, and the craftsmanship they employed at speed. The second thing was that they were men under the command of the Correas, judging by the standard placed in the middle of camp, the one owned by Lady Elena Isabella Correa, senior member of the family, and likely recognizable to anyone who may have Correan silverware amongst their possessions.
If they were being watched, as Elena had predicted, they certainly put on quite the show of hard, efficient work. It may have puzzled a few of the men, but Mr. Kennedy knew well enough why they had to do it, despite the camp being temporary, and even if they were expecting someone or something friendly. They worked for Lady Elena Correa.
Presentation was key.
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