Kendra

[Kendra]

Days go by...

[Kendra]

.::.Go Beyond the Norm.::.

\Full name/
Kallisto Admete Phoenix, Daughter of Kendra

\Meaning of name/
Kallisto--> Most Beautiful
Admete--> Untamed
Phoenix--> As in, the immortal bird

\Nicknames/
Call me only Kendra

\Age/
Over five thousand

\Species/
Vampire

\Canon or Original?/
Canon

\Power Level/
Very Strong

Birthday
Who keeps track of such things after so many millinia?

\Race/
Ancient Greek

\Social Class/
Upper Class

.::.Beauty Captures Your Attention.::.

\Height/
Five feet, nine inches

\Weight/
One-hundred forty-two pounds

\Hair/
Lovely brown hair which she styles as she pleases. In it's natural state, it falls past her shoulders in soft, beautiful waves.

\Eyes/
Deep black eyes which seem to see right through people, while also revealing the power which she holds. In life, her eyes were a beautiful shade of brown, and held the same soul-seeing feature way to them.

\Appearance/
Many have called Kendra stunning, which is true in every sense of the word. Picture the paintings of Greek goddesses of old, and one sees their captured beauty in Kendra's perfect, athletic body. She is slender, but one cannot even doubt her strength because of the aura she radiates from her every pore. With skin alluding to a soft tan, Kendra speaks lovely by her body and body language.

Removing body language, Kendra could be sitting perfectly still, and one would still be able to read of her power and ferocity. She is cat-like in her stillness, "foxy" in her appearance. Her luscious lips and high cheekbones accent her lovely face. Mostly opting to keep her hair pulled back, Kendra further accents her beautiful, features that do not even hint at her great number of years.

It is in her eyes which one may catch a glimpse of her years. But this does not make Kendra old-fashioned. In no matter what she wears, Kendra demands attention from those around her. She is not self-conscious in the slightest, hiding and revealing whatever she likes in her clothing. Her dark eyebrows would look horrid on any other, but they only better accent her perfect, almond-shaped eyes framed by dark lashes. Kendra sometimes decides to accent them further with makeup, but knows she doesn't need it at all.

\Face claim/
Keira Knightley

.::.Personality Captures Your Heart.::.

\Strengths/
The mere fact of Kendra's long years may be seen as a strength, for it means that she has seen and learned much. Her mind soaked in an abundance of knowledge even before death, and afterward, she has even yet to stop adding to what she knows. Kendra's memory is another, for she is quick to think of things she knows, about people, places, anything really. Along with this is her fierce nature, which has kept her alive for a great number of years. Finally, Kendra's passion may be seen as a strength, and from it has created many strong fledglings.

\Weaknesses/
Though some would view Kendra's passion as a strength (including Kendra herself), others would view it as a weakness, for it means that she has a certain adoration for something, which could catch her off guard later on. Other weaknesses would include her solitude, unwillingness to trust, and her reminiscing about the past (though it does not hinder her physically).

\Best trait/
Physically, she believes it would be her eyes, or simply her overall immaculate form.
Non-physically, it would be her great strength and prowess.

\Worst trait/
Non-physically, perhaps, her temper.

\Likes/
Art, music, studying creatures, beautiful humans, reading, her beautiful (hidden) home, the blood of young women, her power, speed, remote places.

\Dislikes/
Weak, useless beings, the blood of animals, overcrowded areas, too much sunlight, anything which makes her feel hindered, anyone who angers her, a wrong note, ugly humans, television (though cinema may be acceptable), the humans around New Mayhem

\Shadows/
The world lacking knowledge
The loss of beauty (not in self, but in art)
The loss of a beautiful fledgling

\Strive/
To know more, to always know more
What other goal would one have after so much time? Before, her goal was to stay alive, but she has much surpassed needing that set as a goal.

\Secrets/
She once was passionately in love with Siete
Still at times feels a kindling of what passion she once held for her blood-father

\Personality/
Known for her fiery temper and vibrant personality, Kendra can be surprisingly withdrawn. When she is on her own, Kendra loves nothing more than to read, observe, or simply think. Observing may be perhaps one of her favorite things; whether it be people, nature, or creatures, she loves just watching things and learning more about them through doing so.

When Kendra does spend time with Vampires, the active part of her personality comes out. As of late, she has been around them quite a bit (to make sure that she is keeping up-to-date on the goings on of all the Vampires of her world), which is bringing up her temper a bit.

Passion rules much of what Kendra does. It has created a great library of books and music, beautiful paintings and sculptures, and many other things. Her collection has caused her a need for a big house, which she keeps very well hidden. Kendra's hidden home is her sanctuary and place of rest, but she also keeps a place in New Mayhem for those days which she enjoys being in the middle of chaos.

Even though to many, Kendra's personalities seem to be split, she does not see it as such. After so many hundreds and hundreds of years, one can only imagine the need for solitude, as well as company. For this reason, Kendra enjoys spending time in the chaos of New Mayhem, and sometimes causing chaos elsewhere. For the most part, though, she just likes to watch it. If she becomes involved, it is dangerous for whoever decides to cross her.



.::.It's a Family Thing.::.

\Family/
Ha! Living relatives? Do you know how old I am?

\Pet/
She has been considering getting a lioness (she had one in the past), but for now is simply living on her own.

\History/
History is an interesting word... I have seen kingdoms rise and fall, seen people I cared for die... everything. The pain of the years has worn on me at times, but I remain strong. I was living a good life before I found Siete... by love for beauty-- and my own beauty-- led to many things in my life. Even as I was in my young teen years, I had many men begging for me, and I pined for many a man. My mother and father were welcoming to all of those who I was attracted to, and I found my time to... "entertain" the handsome, strong men I was attracted to.

When I was in my twenties, I discovered Siete. He was handsome, stronger than other men I had met, and was different. His beauty was different-- it was a pulling sort of feeling that I had whenever he was around. I adored him; he was so much better than anyone I had ever met, and I was madly in love. Oh yes, the Vampire had stolen my heart. He did not tell me for quite some time what he was, but I continued to question what he was.

When Siete finally told me what he was, told me about his immortality and his unchanging beauty. I wanted it. I demanded it... and I reveled in my newly found power. Amazingly enough, I found that my personality had been enhanced-- my fiery ways and my strong personality were so much better than anything I had ever felt before.

And my beauty, it was forever stayed! It was amazing, all of the new things I could do. My ability to change my form, to stay awake as long as I liked... oh yes, I still love it all. I still stand amazed at times by how easily I can do so many things. I love all that I can do, and I still find myself adoring Siete for his changing me.

(OOC: I'll add more later!)

.::.You Can Educate a Fool.::.

\Level of Schooling/
Schooling changes throughout the centuries. When I was growing up, it was focused on art, beauty, and philosophy. I learned how to think and create, and soaked in all that was around me. After I was changed, I went to school at times, but other centuries, I would just learn through reading what knowledge was being presented at the time.

\Schooling Abilities/
Although I am not particularly interested in mathematics, I can still do it.

.::.Not Just a Pretty Face.::.

\Name/
My first name is Amber, but I don't go by that... you can call me Amber if you want. I might change this later, though ^_^ Normally, I just go by my main character's name.

\Age/
18 (and three-quarters)

\Gender/
I's a lady.

\Experience/
I was thinking about this today... I always put five, because I thought that's what it was. But really, it's more like six, close to seven!

\Other characters/
Not yet xD


\RP Sample/
The night was still young as a being appeared on the very outskirts of New Mayhem. As she appeared, Kendra's aura reached out through the area before her shape changed gracefully into that of a night-black jaguar. She was smooth and lithe in the form, and staled through the woods with such silence that not even the animals really stirred. Yes, they sensed her presence, but Kendra was able to keep them all calm simply through her thoughts.

As she stalked through the woods, the ancient Vampiress searched with her mind for those around her. A couple weaklings feeding on the wildlife, and they made the ancient woman scowl. Through nearly black eyes, she searched for them and almost decided to pounce on one, just out of fun.

Stopping her urge, Kendra instead changed back into her regular form, still scowling at the being so weak that it's aura was almost useless. Practically a human, she thought. "Get out," she told the Vampire, who abandoned his prey and simply disappeared out of fear. She knew where he was going, and would follow soon. It was always nice to have someone announce her before she went in; it made things more interesting. And Kendra knew that as soon as he got to the popular bar in New Mayhem, he would tell everyone who he had seen.

The whispers of the powerful Kendra were almost as good as the whispers of Siete's presence. It would be nice to see the old man, she grinned at the thought, wondering what new things he had done as of late. Continuing her walk, Kendra crinkled her nose at the gross smell of the weak deer blood the other Vampire had been feeding on. It would stay there until he knew she was away from it, and he may even continue to feed on the cold blood. Disgusting...

Moving away, Kendra finally turned and started to walk toward New Mayhem, wanting to hear the thoughts of those who were whispering of her even as she walked along. With seemingly unending patience, Kendra made her slow walk to the town she loved.