Annelise River Murdock

[Annelise Murdock]

Why do I need anyone else
When I can break the sky myself?

[Annelise]
{River}
[Murdock]

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

\Full name/
Eloise of Aquitaine (Birth name)
Today's name is Annelise River Murdock


\Meaning of name/
Annelise's current name doesn't have much meaning to her-- it's just a name she liked and she figured it was time to change it again. For her, she knows that Vampires who want to know who she is will always know her, but she spends a bit of time dabbling in the human world, thus needing to update her name. Annelise's actual meaning is "Grace, favor," but it doesn't really mean much to her. River is just because she notices her live is a constant movement, much like a river but, again, not too much meaning behind it.

\Nicknames/
She has many people call her River. If anyone were close to her, they may call her Lissy, but since she isn't really close to anyone, many call her Annelise or River.

\Age/
Born in 1283, making Annelsie seven-hundred twenty-six

\Species/
Vampire

\Canon or Original?/
Origonal

\Power Level/
Strong in the area of mind-blocks (her mind is extremely guarded), but her other powers would be about intermediate-strong

Birthday
Born sometime in the summertime of 1283 (or right around that year)

\Race/
French-English

\Social Class/
Upper class

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

\Height/
5'8"

\Weight/
140 lbs.

\Hair/
Kept a bit past her shoulders, Annelise's hair is deep brown and has a slight wave or curl to it. She can attest to having near-perfect hair, with good body and just enough wave, making many women jealous. Although she has had it blond in the past, Annelise has "gone back to her roots" (awful pun intended) and allowed the dark brown to show.

\Eyes/
In life, Eloise's eyes were a silvery gray, striking in their piercing quality. Now, of course, Annelise's eyes are black from pupil to iris, though she sometimes likes to remember their beautiful silvery quality and allows them to be that color.

\Appearance/
Stunning is the single word which anyone may use to define Annelise's looks. She is tall, thin, in an attractive way, and carries herself with all the grace and poise of one raised in a home of nobility. Annelise always holds her head high and is even good at keeping eye contact, even if the situation would make most cringe or look away. She is disciplined and it shows.

Having the perfect body for a model, Annelise has done model work here and there, always making sure it isn't enough for anyone to notice that she modeled thirty years ago and still looks youthful enough to model now. Her face has strong, striking features-- her jaw is strong yet feminine, her nose perfection, and her lips beautifully shaped. Even Annelise's eyebrows are sharp in a way, and yet still attractive. Her fingers are long and delicate (perfect for playing the piano, which she can), and seem to touch all things lightly. Whether it be a wineglass, a dagger, or her prey, Annelise's touch is always light, yet extremely strong, which has to do with her upbringing all those years ago when she had to be a perfect lady at all times.

Lastly, Annelise's style is, again, nearly perfect. She loves to keep up with the latest fashions, but can still blend into the background a little with jeans. With her perfect body, really, she can wear anything. Most of the time when she's out, Annelise makes sure she looks good; by this, it may be wearing a dress (she still wears a lot of dresses, though in styles much different from anything she lived with for a long time), or it might be a pair of jeans and a shirt which look perfect on her thin frame. Along with this, Lissy loves to wear high heels in almost any setting.

\Face claim/
Olivia Wilde

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

\Strengths/
-- Mind blocks- the ones in her mind are extremely strong
-- Strong-willed, but not power hungry
-- Sees things others don't
-- Independent

\Weaknesses/
-- Is sometimes self-conscious about her looks and may obsess over her looks
-- Always on guard, almost to a fault
-- Actually likes children, and sometimes wonders if she made the wrong choice in changing
-- Doesn't let things go easily
-- She has a destructive, chaotic bone in her body which sometimes gets the best of her (whether this is good or bad depends on the Vampire)

\Best trait/
Lissy would find her overall looks as her best trait

\Worst trait/
Doesn't know when it's okay to put her guard down, so when she accidentally does so, she puts it back up quickly, stopping herself from getting close to people

\Likes/
-- Observing the goings-on of the Vampire world without getting involved
-- Clothes
-- Being able to protect her mind
-- Motorcycles
-- Women and men, though she's been liking women more lately
-- The arts
-- Painting
-- Creating chaos and watching to see what will happen
-- Breathing
-- The sound of a heartbeat
-- Studying animals and their habits
-- Those who know of her lineage

\Dislikes/
-- Power-hungry people
-- Thinking about her human past
-- Being bothered
-- Most men, since she finds them very hard to trust
-- Not getting what she wants
-- Getting hurt (emotionally, not physically)
-- Most destruction not made by her
-- When she loses control of her emotions
-- Those who lack proper decorum
-- Having her faults pointed out
-- Animal cruelty
-- Being hated for her lineage, when she fights it as much as she can

\Shadows/
-- She fears being hurt again, like she was hurt in the past
-- The darkness within her that sometimes makes her destructive
-- Not being in control of a situation

\Strive/
-- To rid herself of that "chaotic bone" she has
-- To red herself of the desire to get rid of the chaotic bone (confusing, huh?)

\Secrets/
-- Annelise is prone to deny that she loves the chaos and destruction she can create, but she always feels satisfied afterward- and it sort of terrifies her
-- She likes to keep her power to her mind, rather than destroy just to flex her Vampiric power

\Personality/
Annelise's past has played a large part in who she is today. Going all the way back to her childhood, events of her human life shaped her and molded her, and this process continued for a very long time after she was changed into a Vampire. Growing up as the daughter of a prestigious Duke and Duchess very close to the King, Eloise knew that her life was planned out for her from her birth. She hated to hate to constantly be a lady, for even from a young age, she sensed that she was missing out on a childhood. Eloise was an intuitive child who had many passions-- one being rebelling as much as she could.

As she grew older, Eloise always fought for some sense of control in her life. She had a very strong-willed and passionate mind and heart, no matter how often she was scolded for it. Being taught the ways of a lady, Eloise began to understand that there was an art to her personality; she began to open herself up to being ladylike and, at the same time, developed in the arts of manipulation and control. Her passions stayed right beneath her skin, burned in her eyes. She loved to paint and the be outside on her own, but gave into the fact that she had to always have a chaperon. Eloise always wished she was strong enough to defend herself, but couldn't very well learn that in her time period.

When she wed at age fourteen, her beguiling, manipulative ways did very little for her cruel husband. By the time she was sixteen, Eloise was still passionate, but it grew into a black angry mass in her chest; she hadn't borne a child yet, and she hadn't gone more than a sennight without being beaten. She was angry and bitter and just wished to be free. Everything changed the night she ran away and began to live with a group of bandits Even they shaped her, allowing her to live out her anger and resentment as they traveled, and even more changes had gone on by the time she was twenty-two. She was considered "old," by many standards, but she was still strong and healthy . Her heart was closed off from everyone around her, and she was constantly guarding herself, having been hurt by the men around her, and she still held bitterness in her heart for the man she had wed been first hurt by. Then she met the Vampiress who changed her forever... and she it still being shaped today.



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

\Family/
For a while after her change, Annelise kept track of family members, but there comes a point when a Vampire must cut such ties-- she thinks this is why she is still confused about her dark power and her desire to embrace it and fight against it

\Pet/
A falcon called Artemis, who is almost always somewhere near her

\History/
I hear of many humans who blame their parents for how they turned out, but I cannot do so. I grew up in a home raised by a string of governesses. Home- if one could call it such- was a vast castle, of which all its beauty could not make up for how extremely lonely it was. Father was some important duke, always conducting business- I did not know him well. My mother's love was not her only child (me), but fashion; she loved to dress me up when she could, but when I began to fight back, she was through with me and left me strictly to my governess. Even when she was around, it was for the sole purpose of showing off the new clothes she had bought for me. I hated my parents; they expected so much from me, though they never wanted to know who I was. All my frustrations began with them.

I was a headstrong child and always wanted to make my own choices, and always rebelled when I didn't get my way. As I grew older, I gained a bit of control in my life, but it was never enough to defeat the rule of the parents I barely knew. As I said, I was raised by a string of governesses, and my single goal with every one was to terrorize them. I was strong-willed and passionate, even from a young age, and I was often beaten for it. By the time I was fourteen, there were a good number of suitors lined up for me, and I hated every single one of them because I knew they only wanted to marry me to gain my fortune and the pedigree my name came with. One amongst them tried to win my heart. He seemed to be kind, though I could sense there was something else behind his gallant facade. Even with this feeling, I figured he was the best choice and was married at just 15 years of age.

I was wrong. I was treated more cruelly than I had ever been treated at home, and I quickly grew to hate the man I called my husband. He had wanted many children, and in three years time, I had produced only one child, and he died before he reached a year of age. Of course, I was to blame for this, when I will really never know if I was sterile or he was. Well, by the time I was twenty, I had attempted to kill myself numerous times. Even though my husband was unable to defeat my stubborn ways, I figured death would be easier than the life I had been given. All I longed for was the son I had bore and lost. To this day, I can still hear his tiny cries echoing in my mind, can feel his tiny hand wrapping itself tightly around my finger. He was my love and passion, and I shall love another as much I have loved him.

Finally giving up on suicide attempts, I fled my home and homeland and joined up with a group of bandits who, against all odds, were actually extremely accepting. Sure, I was a pretty face to them, but they soon learned that I was a powerful being as well. Even amongst them, though, I still found my heart broken not once, but twice. By the time I was twenty-two (old for that day and age), I was still strong and healthy and passionate in all things, and my group of bandits was overcome by a Vampiress called Kendra. I had never heard of such creatures, but whispers spread of one who killed quicker than we did and she soon came upon us. Apparently, though, she had studied us first, for two of us lived. I was, of course, one of them. The other was a male from the group who was powerful and violent in all things.

Kendra took us with her to a place we had never been simply by thinking it (then, of course, I thought it some strange magic, which I suppose is almost correct by many standards) and began to explain to us our two choices. I could practically feel the power rolling off of her, and I loved it. For once, I would be even more powerful than the men around me. Her offer was one which I accepted quicker than the man with me, and Kendre gave me immortality at the price of the other man's life. Though I had been living with him for a few years, Kendra's one requirement for my own change was to spill his blood, which I willingly did (keep in mind, I had a very angry and pained heart and was closed off and willing to do whatever I could to feel vindicated at this point). He was my first meal after I was changed.

Kendra stayed with me for some time, but soon left me on my own. For many years, I traveled around the world and discovered new peoples and lands and just loved to be whoever I desired to be. After encounters with other creatures, I quickly learned the thing I hated the most was others being able to invade my thoughts. The feeling was one which disturbed me, and I knew I had some power against that, and began to build strong blocks in my mind. This wasn't as difficult as I thought, especially since I had built up strong blocks similar to these around my heart when I was still alive. My passionate anger (which had first drawn Kendra to choose me) gave me the drive to accomplish this task, and I built it up so strong that even stronger Vampires soon found it difficult to invade my mind.

With this freedom, I also found that I could defeat other Vampires, even if they were physically stronger than me. The darkness which had long been boiling in my chest exploded and I killed whoever I wanted to gain power. Every kill, though, made me feel emptier inside, and after over two decades of killings like this, I was so pained within that I had to stop. I cut myself off from society once again, only using those around me in times when I wanted something. I gained wealth quickly and kept it to myself, changing currencies as I went along. Anywhere I went, creatures whispered how I was a fledgling of Kendra, and I hated such a title, for I had learned of her.

I saw the chaos she caused and knew I had caused such things as well. From others, though, it always seemed worse (hypocritical, I know), and I despised many Vampires for their doings. Then again, there were still times when the anger inside me got the best of me and I would kill as I pleased. As time passed, I had lovers who I tried to love, but they ended up breaking my dead heart in some way, and I gave up on loving them back. What I learned was that many creatures would give something in return for whatever pleasure they may want, whether money or sex or some sense of power, and I could give that to some extent. I wasn't a whore, don't call me such, but I became a passionate lover, an investor of sorts, sometimes a mercenary, all for my own personal gain.

Again and again, the blackness ate at whatever remnant there was of my soul... it is a constant struggle which I do my best to deal with. There are two parts to me-- one which loves the darkness I can create, and one which despises not only my personal darkness, but the darkness in all of my kind. I feel so torn at times-- I wish to have love, but I hate what pains love has caused me every time. Instead, I began to love simply for the pleasure and even that makes me feel empty still sometimes.

Of course, times are always changing. There were times when my loving another woman was not seen as a bad things, and other times where it was frowned upon, but I love who I please. Even today, I still think the women (even among my kind) may have power, but they may also have a bit more caring nature to them. They are easier to break, and less likely to break me. Today, I have bank accounts all over the world, passed down through generations of my making money for myself. I have homes wherever I please, because I have always kept a foot in the world of humans (though I think this may be the cause of some of my own issues-- perhaps if I let go of all that, then I wouldn't be so unwilling to dive into my own darkness), again for some sort of gain for myself. I could have power if I wanted it, but I have been finding it better lately to just sit back and let others have the power. If I ever wanted, I could have as much as my "mother," but I do not wish such things anymore.


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

\Level of Schooling/
Annelise has learned enough over 700 years to boggle the mind of any great scholar. Of course, it is this way with many older Vampires. She tried to go to school a few times, but didn't like to apply herself the way it was expected at school-- she learns all she wants from studying the things themselves or from books.

\Schooling Abilities/
Since everything she was taught while she was alive was by a private tutor, Annelise had to have perfect handwriting, etc. But she didn't learn much since she was a woman, just the basics. Since then, she has enjoyed educating herself, and excels in many areas, though she doesn't enjoy math that much at all. Some sciences, but others bore her.

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

\Name/
I more often just go by Kendra, but you can call me Amber if you'd like.

\Age/
18

\Gender/
Female

\Experience/
Meep, about seven! (I'm a Mod, so I guess I don't have to fill all this out but I don't care!)

\Other characters/
Seeta Akatriel Israel
Kallisto Admete Phoenix (only known as Kendra)

\Fanfiction Sample/
Not often seen at the particular bar she was at, Annelise seated herself on one of the few open bar stools and winked at the woman behind the counter. Ah yes, she remembered her from a few weeks ago, but the Vampiress felt no lingering feelings for the girl. The girl noticed the wink and brought a bottle of something wonderful smelling for Annelise without her even asking. Not that Annelise River (known to this girl as River) really drank alcohol, but the drink was sweet smelling.

Lifting her glass to the girl, River downed it and smiled in thanks, turning in her seat to scope out the area. River wasn't really in the mood for anything tonight, but it was still nice to study the humans, since they had changed so much in the last seven-hundred years. There was a drunk girl dancing right up against a guy and she could tell what would happen with that girl by the next morning-- she would regret her actions, be lonely once more, and be in even more pain than she was before she got drunk. If River could get drunk, she was quite sure she would follow a similar destructive pattern.

Instead of getting drunk, though, the closest she could get was drinking the blood of a drunk human, and even that barely did anything. With a sigh, she turned her seat back around and discovered another drink in front of her. The sweet taste lingered in her mouth, though it was nothing even close to the delicious sweetness and smoothness of human blood. Ah well, it would do until she could lure that girl out from the other night and have her fill of her blood. It wouldn't be long, then River could go back to being alone to her thoughts.