Post by teagan on Sept 15, 2008 2:12:06 GMT -1
[/color]l'attrait - scent of magnolias that hypnotizes humans in order to allow Teagan to feedn a m e ,
teagan mercy moore.
s p e c i e s ,
vampire
a g e && g e n d e r ,
female
born 1452
d e s c r i p t i o n ,
Finding humans to feed upon is certainly no task with the overpowering beauty that Teagan possesses. Born int he later half of the 1400's, Teagan was a prized possession due to her soft features but is even more so now.
Due to the lack of money in her human life, Teagan never had enough food to keep her plump. Rather, her form is rather slimming, with plenty of curves to accent her beautifully. Due to the fact that her body doesn't accept human food, she never has to worry about gaining or losing any excessive pounds.
Though Teagan's skin tone is a rather fleshy pale tone, her softened features light up the room. With a delicately set face, she attracts the looks of many. Unlike many of her original era, she was lucky enough to gain a close to perfect set of dentals, other than those of her elongated canines. Being that she's hundreds of years old, she should be aged beyond belief but being part of the walking dead has kept her looking nineteen.
Soft brown curls are typically kept facading over her shoulders which even more so accentuate everything about Teagan. She doesn't give much attention to them being that her striking blue gaze diverts most anyone.
p e r s o n a l i t y ,
At one point of her, Teagan was a follower of the lord, even finding a temporary job as a temple maid. She could be found worshiping in service every day since she became the age of fifteen. However, being that god had betrayed her into becoming the monster she was, she had long since given up. She’s definitely one of those people who proves girls can be the rebellious type of people. She has a rather large ego and refuses to accept the fact that she’s wrong nor does she let people talk trash about her. It’s extremely hard to get around to Teagan‘s sensitive side though it can be done through family. Very few times have people actually heard her speak of her father or mother and it only adds to the claim of her stubbornness.
Meek is not a word that is used to describe Teagan. She’s not the least bit shy and will do just about anything to get what she wants or do what needs to be done. Teagan’s what you may call a perfectionist.
Believe or not, Teagan does have a soft side. What is even more shocking is that it happens to be for guys. Though she can be a rather snotty bitch, there aren’t a whole lot of guys who can’t get to her or who she can turn away, especially when it comes time to feeding.
h i s t o r y ,
Born just as the renaissance was flourishing withing France, Teagan Mercy Moore was born nothing more than the daughter of a bourgeoisie man who's wife was no better off than he. Her father had never really had much to do with her being that she had not been born a boy and her mother had little say as to what went on in her life.
Life wasn't anything too grandiose for dear Teagan. She had never been allowed to attend school seeing as she was a female and her mother had trained her properly on the duties of the house hold. However, it was Teagan who was forced to take over the house hold at a mere age eleven as her mother fell ill from the black plague that was sweeping over ancient Europe.
With little encouragement from her father, Teagan turned to the church, looking to find some parental-like shelter from the templars. Though the missionary was as sexist as the rest of the world at the time, they had taken Teagan in as an alter girl, allowing her to light candles and repeat small chants during services.
After nearly eight years of tending to the church's small matters, a war arose withing France against England. Teagan's father was recruited to fight in the battle, losing his life after a mere month. As France fell deeper and deeper into the losing end of the war, Teagan, disguised as a young boy of nineteen, took to the war. Later switching sides after realizing the brainwashing powers of the church, Teagan was taken into the hands of the devil. God had decided to punish her. Lingering on the edge of death, Teagan laid on the battle field, awaiting her death.
Micah Perion, a young childhood friend, had already been changed over into the Stigori. Seeing that the girl he had watched over so many years was nearing her death, he took her to a safehouse in France, a rare one at that. Softly laying her on a spot on the floor, Micah slowly drained the remaining crimson liquid from her bodice, replacing with his own. He watched over her for six days until her human death occurred on the seventh. Two days later, nineteen year old Teagan had two canines protruding from her upper palate, ready for her first feeding.
Two centuries had passed with Micah and Teagan deciding to escape to the hills of Scotland. It hadn't taken but a near death experience before the two had learned of the Templars attempts to assassinate all the Stigori that had remained. At the time, hundreds dwelled in Europe, Micah and Teagan but two. Out on the look for a feeding, Teagan had left Micah to rest, only returning to realize that he had been slain.
Since the 1600's and the death of her lover, Teagan has yet to take another lover, always holding remorse in her heart.
p o w e r s && w e a k n e s s && training
powers ,
``Strength - exceedingly large amount of strength when l'attrait is enacted
``Healing abilities - wounds heal withing a matter of seconds
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weakness ,
``crucifixes - paralyzes Teagan
``daylight - causes extreme hunger, l'attrait will not work, dizziness
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training ,
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f a m i l y ,
`` Micah Perion - husband, deceased, Stigori
`` Shiloh Moore - brother, Stigori
s a m p l e ,
Soft rains patted the outside edge of the windowsill, providing for a somewhat ruined day; at least for the normal person. Barely being of four in the afternoon provided that a tortured soul should have been asleep. Rolling over in the rather hard bed, a hand ran over delicately aligned features before glancing out at the weather. Rainy weather meant that there would be very few people wondering on the streets tonight and in alleyways but rather inside clubs. Apparently feeding was going to be a chore tonight.
Though Teagan had no problem attracting a victim of hers with her looks, she attempted to avoid attention with all of her ability. Those who wandered alone in alleyways were key targets for her seeing as no one else would notice a strange disappearance. However, a challenge was occasionally a bit of fun for her.
Pulling the sheets off her bare legs, Teagan walked to the house-sized closet within the mansion bedroom, pulling on a casual pair of clothing. Sometimes, she almost dreaded the size of the home, wishing it was something serene and peaceful. Instead, it was full of dead echoes and hollow chants. She hadn’t dwelled there alone but it most certainly felt like so on more than one occasion.
Nausea taunted her, feeling the effects of not having fed the previous day. Unlike some of her kind, she had never enjoyed killing the humans she used and therefore, learned to feed without taking much more than a bit of blood. She was often sorrowful over the fact that she could never eat solid foods or drink much more than a bloodwine. Then again, it saved her time being that she hadn’t needed to exercise.
Quietly find her way down the stairs, Teagan found her brother in the parlor, watching him with little interest before decending to the lower levels of the castle-like home. She often wished for a bit of simplicity rather than the enormous amounts of elaborate work in the hidden home.
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