Post by ALYSSA ESPAILLAT on Jun 9, 2011 15:21:17 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=padding,0,true][atrb=background,http://i52.tinypic.com/e18bpk.jpg][atrb=width,450,true] espaillat, alyssa  deny your thoughts // unbreakable silence name: Alyssa Geneviève Espaillat. This is, in fact, not her real name. It’s actually one of many names that she has assumed over the years in order to mask exactly who she is. age: Two-hundred and thirty-four, however, she appears to be not a day older than twenty-five race: human occupation: Alyssa is the owner of a number of the entertainment establishments in Paris, whether cabarets, public houses, or brothels. Realistically, Alyssa doesn’t strictly need to do anything any more, having accrued large amounts of wealth over such a long period upon the earth, but not only does she enjoy running these establishments, her natural flair for aesthetics making her very competent in creating establishments that are renowned through Paris for their beauty and extravagance, but it also provides a suitable means with which to bury her name. sexuality: Bisexual faustian contract: Alyssa made her Faustian contract with a demon named Zharkotek. The contract essentially means that any and all injury, illness or aging she sustains is transferred to Zharkotek. Naturally, as a demon, this is of little consequence to him. No other service is required, simply to prolong Alyssa’s life. The condition to break it is an unusual one. Should anyone discover her true name, without direct interference from Zharkotek, and live until midnight, Zharkotek will be free to devour Alyssa’s soul. faustian seal: Alyssa’s seal is located on her neck, left side, just below the collarbone. Hers takes the form of the Ouroboros, a snake devouring its own tail, a pure black mark upon her flesh. personality strengths:
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history: Alyssa, or as she was known back then, Lucille Isabella Maquerre was born into affluence and influence. The daughter of one of the more powerful Swiss nobles, who‘s family had made their money through mercenary captaincies throughout the centuries of warfare preceding it, she was brought up amidst a family steeped in history, stained with the blood of countless nations, and with plunder from untold numbers of battlefields. She grew up, seeing the ‘glories of warfare‘, the riches that come with it, and the status surrounding it. In essence, she grew up completely unlike the majority of girls and young women of the time. Despite a very much tomboyish upbringing, she was certainly acquainted with ‘true womanly behaviour‘. One of the things her mother had always said was that ‘appearances were everything‘, and her father always echoed after her, ‘and appearances can be deceiving‘. In her case, that was very much true. While she could walk and talk like a lady of court, she was a free-spirited, opinionated, educated and, at times, hot-headed young woman. She lived her life at a pace no-one else could seem to match. Naturally of course, things changed. Her father died, and her mother soon after. Her idyllic existence was now punctuated by those who would use her to gain her wealth, and life was no longer as simple as her upbringing had led her to believe. At twenty, she had warded off more advances from aspiring noblemen than she dared count, and had begun to slip from her path as one of the nobility, well-bred and bound by tradition and rules. Why should she be left alone, to fend for herself, spurning the advances of men who desired little more than brief company and her money? Something awoke in her one day that sent her down a path that she could never turn back from. She became renowned as a thief of lovers, completely without morals, each act of depravity becoming more extreme with next. Soon, it was husbands, then wives, to the point where she was little more than a predator, not of flesh or blood, but of mind and body, indiscriminately appeasing her own pent up desire to take what she wanted, to be, as her family had always been, mercenary, no allegiance but to herself and that which gave her the greatest profit, in pleasure or in wealth. Five years on, and her lust for life was no less ravenous, and her breaching of rules, etiquette and form no less brazen and frowned upon. In the night of her twenty-fifth birthday, one of her many previous ‘lovers‘, jilted and abandoned by her as quickly as a child discards a toy, stabbed her in the stomach while she slept. While she bled, she prayed for someone, anyone to save her. At any cost. Death, above all, was her greatest fear. One answered. The demon that would both serve as her saviour, and the constant shadow over her. It was simple to evade the contract being annulled immediately. A staged death, the processing of the will to deposit everything of material value in the name of another. She fled from Switzerland, running to Marseilles. Over the next two hundred years, she has flitted from place to place, leaving broken hearts, mutilated over-inquisitive fools, and each time, little more than memory of her passing, each time with a new name. Now, she resides in Paris, living a life of luxury, utterly confident that her secret is safe, revelling in the turmoil that now engulfs the city, for where there is turmoil, there is opportunity, and every opportunity is a golden one. OOC NAME: Jimmeh! FACECLAIM: fate/stay night-saber made by i k k i for black rain! |
