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Post by MAEVA DELACROIX on Mar 25, 2016 13:34:00 GMT
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[attr="class","ilbgdtraits1"]ORIGINAL UPIR
[attr="class","ilbgdtraits2"]OPPORTUNIST
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[attr="class","ilbgdtraits1"]SINGLE
[attr="class","ilbgdtraits2"]NINA DOBREV
[attr="class","ilbgdtraits3"]KELSIE
MAEVA DELACROIX
[attr="class","dropfrumbodytxt"]PERSONALITY:
✔ charismatic, independent, clever, protective, confident, vivacious
✘ secretive, assertive, calculating, cold, fatalistic, predatory
HISTORY:
"All it takes is one bad day to reduce the sanest man to lunacy."
Born into the roaring Middle Ages, Maeva Delacroix was thrown into a life of chaos when she was brought into the world by Lord Charles Delacroix, and his wife, Anne. She was born in the year 1185, and was raised in a feudal system. But, unlike many others that lived during the Middle Ages, Maeva was part of a royal family, so she was not plagued with poverty. She lived in a castle and was treated like a princess. She was meant to lead her father's feudal state with a suitor when her father passed, but that changed when her little brother was born. He was born two years after her, and was immediately the favorite child. She was overlooked because she was a girl. She felt the neglect throughout her younger years, and only fully felt the discrimination when she was ten years old.
Her father, Charles, had always given a special sort of attention to her. Not the kind he paid to his young son, but something much worse. Charles considered her to be a young woman by the age of ten. What seemed to be a simple, neglected childhood changed in an instant when Charles, along with some of his guards, began to sexually abuse the young girl. She was only a child, so she could not fight off the many men in her youth, and learned to take the beatings she received on almost a weekly basis. She could never look at her father in the same light, especially since he threatened to have her hanged if she spoke a word to anyone about his crimes. Not even her mother had a clue as to what her husband was doing to their daughter. Maeva lived her youth in fear -- she never knew if she would wake up and be raped or killed.
The sexual abuse continued for years. Late into her teen years and into her early twenties, Charles continued to rape his daughter with his consorts whenever he so desired. The abuse halted, though, when a mysterious male appeared in the castle. He was a young man, the son of a lord, who was seeking refuge with the Delacroix's after his castle had been attacked and ruined. She took an immediate liking to the male, as he to her, for he was a good distraction from the abuse she experienced on a weekly basis. But, as the male, Gavriel, remained at the castle, he soon learned of the abuse that Maeva was put through. He then revealed to her that he could wield the powers of magic, and promised her that he could stop her father and his consorts from hurting her any longer. All it would take was a bit of her blood and some herbs that he already had in his store. Having dreamed of this freedom for over a decade, Maeva agreed. Through the few months she had known Gavriel, she had grown to trust him, and knew that he would help her escape her torturers.
She offered her blood to Gavriel for the ritual, but found that what she thought was going to be a small amount of blood turned out to be too much. She lost consciousness, and woke hours later in the middle of the woods, surrounded by bodies. As she rose to her feet, she began to recognize the bodies that lay around her. They were her fathers consorts, the men that had raped her repeatedly for years. Shock coursed through her as she looked from one face to another, but she never expected to see her fathers body laying at her feet, his throat sliced cleanly, with blood now dry at the wound. She found that even in the darkness, she could see the bodies with ease, and she could hear the creatures of the night all around her. An owl turning its head in a tree to her right, a rat scuttling near a bush to her left. Her senses were beginning to be overwhelmed when a familiar figure stepped into her line of sight. Her eyes locked onto those of Gavriel's, whose once kind gaze now held a certain degree of malicious satisfaction. It turns out that Gavriel was not an innocent man of pure magic -- he was a darach, and had used her trust against her. He had a personal vendetta against a creature that had taken his family from him, and had wanted to create a creature stronger than himself to do his dirty work. Maeva was his creation, a monster of night that had heightened senses, strength and speed. Her eyes faded to black when she was near her needed food source -- blood.
As Gavriel explained her new purpose of life, she grew volatile. Out of a pure rage, she attacked Gavriel, ripping the darach into shreds before he could even attempt to stop his creation. She stood over the mangled body of the darach, who now lay in the middle of the slain bodies. She then left the scene, and her home. She could not return to the castle as the monster Gavriel had created.
Maeva spent the next few centuries discovering more about herself, and what she was. In the rare occurrence that someone found out what she truly was, she was spat at in pure hatred, with the word 'Upir' falling from the lips of her persecutors. She learned to accept the term, finding some sort of solace in the fact that her species had a name. But, she no longer was the only upir. She found that she could produce more of her own kind, accidentally, while taunting a human who had attempted to kill her after claiming she was a child of the devil. She shoved her blood down the male's throat, claiming that she was not the only creature who could feed on the blood of others. Out of rage, she snapped the man's neck, thinking the job done. But, as he rose shortly after, with eyes black as night and fangs too similar to her own, she knew that she was no longer alone in the world. She could create more upirs, but only those that could accept the harsh life. Her first turned ended up killing himself out of hatred for what he was.
After creating a few upirs to accompany her, she discovered what she was truly created to hunt. She first came in contact with a werewolf in the 1300's, and as she tore it limb from limb to taste its decadent blood, she knew that Gavriel had created her to kill wolves. Her eyes transformed to a sickly copper, and her body began to transform into that of a true monster. She slaughtered the entire pack of wolves to get to the blood, and from that moment on, upirs were seen as the enemies of the werewolves due to their true desire for their blood.
Maeva found that the older she was, the stronger she was. The younger upirs were no match for her, neither were lone wolves or weak ones. But, she moved away from wolves as the centuries went on, tired of the volatile and dangerous life she was beginning to live. She wanted to settle down for a while, and she found this opportunity when she met Alexander in England during the second world war, the man she would marry soon after. He did not know what she was until she admitted it to him deep into their relationship, but he learned to look past what she was for who she was. She had never loved another so deeply, and she went truly insane when Alexander was taken from her.
A nogitsune took Alexander as a host, and in an attempt to put his soul to rest, she killed his body. This did not kill the nogitsune, though, which she soon realized. After the death of Alexander, Maeva become unstable. She returned to hunting wolves as one of the only upirs left, for the rest of her kind had been slaughtered by their enemies. She could not control her addiction until she met Natalia Vass in 2007.
She was in the woods when she smelled wolf blood. Drawn to the scene of the injury, she then found that an alpha was sexually abusing one of his own. A wolf, yes, but the girl was no more than 16 years old, and was helpless against the alpha werewolf. As memories flooded her mind of her torturers from her youth, she stormed forward, taking the alpha from the girl before beginning to tear at him. She was about to go for the killing blow when the young girl urged her to stop. Holding the bleeding alpha by the throat, she then watched as Natalia finished the job. The alpha dropped to Natalia's feet as the girls eyes then shone red, gifting her alpha abilities.
She did not harm the young wolf, but rather began to watch over her. She let Natalie rule her pack, but advised her from afar. She grew fond of Natalia as she watched her grow into a woman, viewing her as the closest thing to family she had in a long time. She considers Natalia to be under her protection, and would slaughter anyone that would try to harm her, despite Natalia being fully capable of protecting herself. Maeva also learned tolerance from Nat, for she began to feed on the alpha regularly, learning how to control her cravings while becoming stronger from feeding on the wolf blood.
Recently, Maeva has learned that the nogitsune who took her husband as a host has returned. She has tracked it to Beacon Hills and has discovered the hunting group, Verum Venatores, whose mission is to take it down. She plans to infiltrate the group to use their aid to take the nogitsune down.
✔ charismatic, independent, clever, protective, confident, vivacious
✘ secretive, assertive, calculating, cold, fatalistic, predatory
HISTORY:
"All it takes is one bad day to reduce the sanest man to lunacy."
Born into the roaring Middle Ages, Maeva Delacroix was thrown into a life of chaos when she was brought into the world by Lord Charles Delacroix, and his wife, Anne. She was born in the year 1185, and was raised in a feudal system. But, unlike many others that lived during the Middle Ages, Maeva was part of a royal family, so she was not plagued with poverty. She lived in a castle and was treated like a princess. She was meant to lead her father's feudal state with a suitor when her father passed, but that changed when her little brother was born. He was born two years after her, and was immediately the favorite child. She was overlooked because she was a girl. She felt the neglect throughout her younger years, and only fully felt the discrimination when she was ten years old.
Her father, Charles, had always given a special sort of attention to her. Not the kind he paid to his young son, but something much worse. Charles considered her to be a young woman by the age of ten. What seemed to be a simple, neglected childhood changed in an instant when Charles, along with some of his guards, began to sexually abuse the young girl. She was only a child, so she could not fight off the many men in her youth, and learned to take the beatings she received on almost a weekly basis. She could never look at her father in the same light, especially since he threatened to have her hanged if she spoke a word to anyone about his crimes. Not even her mother had a clue as to what her husband was doing to their daughter. Maeva lived her youth in fear -- she never knew if she would wake up and be raped or killed.
The sexual abuse continued for years. Late into her teen years and into her early twenties, Charles continued to rape his daughter with his consorts whenever he so desired. The abuse halted, though, when a mysterious male appeared in the castle. He was a young man, the son of a lord, who was seeking refuge with the Delacroix's after his castle had been attacked and ruined. She took an immediate liking to the male, as he to her, for he was a good distraction from the abuse she experienced on a weekly basis. But, as the male, Gavriel, remained at the castle, he soon learned of the abuse that Maeva was put through. He then revealed to her that he could wield the powers of magic, and promised her that he could stop her father and his consorts from hurting her any longer. All it would take was a bit of her blood and some herbs that he already had in his store. Having dreamed of this freedom for over a decade, Maeva agreed. Through the few months she had known Gavriel, she had grown to trust him, and knew that he would help her escape her torturers.
She offered her blood to Gavriel for the ritual, but found that what she thought was going to be a small amount of blood turned out to be too much. She lost consciousness, and woke hours later in the middle of the woods, surrounded by bodies. As she rose to her feet, she began to recognize the bodies that lay around her. They were her fathers consorts, the men that had raped her repeatedly for years. Shock coursed through her as she looked from one face to another, but she never expected to see her fathers body laying at her feet, his throat sliced cleanly, with blood now dry at the wound. She found that even in the darkness, she could see the bodies with ease, and she could hear the creatures of the night all around her. An owl turning its head in a tree to her right, a rat scuttling near a bush to her left. Her senses were beginning to be overwhelmed when a familiar figure stepped into her line of sight. Her eyes locked onto those of Gavriel's, whose once kind gaze now held a certain degree of malicious satisfaction. It turns out that Gavriel was not an innocent man of pure magic -- he was a darach, and had used her trust against her. He had a personal vendetta against a creature that had taken his family from him, and had wanted to create a creature stronger than himself to do his dirty work. Maeva was his creation, a monster of night that had heightened senses, strength and speed. Her eyes faded to black when she was near her needed food source -- blood.
As Gavriel explained her new purpose of life, she grew volatile. Out of a pure rage, she attacked Gavriel, ripping the darach into shreds before he could even attempt to stop his creation. She stood over the mangled body of the darach, who now lay in the middle of the slain bodies. She then left the scene, and her home. She could not return to the castle as the monster Gavriel had created.
Maeva spent the next few centuries discovering more about herself, and what she was. In the rare occurrence that someone found out what she truly was, she was spat at in pure hatred, with the word 'Upir' falling from the lips of her persecutors. She learned to accept the term, finding some sort of solace in the fact that her species had a name. But, she no longer was the only upir. She found that she could produce more of her own kind, accidentally, while taunting a human who had attempted to kill her after claiming she was a child of the devil. She shoved her blood down the male's throat, claiming that she was not the only creature who could feed on the blood of others. Out of rage, she snapped the man's neck, thinking the job done. But, as he rose shortly after, with eyes black as night and fangs too similar to her own, she knew that she was no longer alone in the world. She could create more upirs, but only those that could accept the harsh life. Her first turned ended up killing himself out of hatred for what he was.
After creating a few upirs to accompany her, she discovered what she was truly created to hunt. She first came in contact with a werewolf in the 1300's, and as she tore it limb from limb to taste its decadent blood, she knew that Gavriel had created her to kill wolves. Her eyes transformed to a sickly copper, and her body began to transform into that of a true monster. She slaughtered the entire pack of wolves to get to the blood, and from that moment on, upirs were seen as the enemies of the werewolves due to their true desire for their blood.
Maeva found that the older she was, the stronger she was. The younger upirs were no match for her, neither were lone wolves or weak ones. But, she moved away from wolves as the centuries went on, tired of the volatile and dangerous life she was beginning to live. She wanted to settle down for a while, and she found this opportunity when she met Alexander in England during the second world war, the man she would marry soon after. He did not know what she was until she admitted it to him deep into their relationship, but he learned to look past what she was for who she was. She had never loved another so deeply, and she went truly insane when Alexander was taken from her.
A nogitsune took Alexander as a host, and in an attempt to put his soul to rest, she killed his body. This did not kill the nogitsune, though, which she soon realized. After the death of Alexander, Maeva become unstable. She returned to hunting wolves as one of the only upirs left, for the rest of her kind had been slaughtered by their enemies. She could not control her addiction until she met Natalia Vass in 2007.
She was in the woods when she smelled wolf blood. Drawn to the scene of the injury, she then found that an alpha was sexually abusing one of his own. A wolf, yes, but the girl was no more than 16 years old, and was helpless against the alpha werewolf. As memories flooded her mind of her torturers from her youth, she stormed forward, taking the alpha from the girl before beginning to tear at him. She was about to go for the killing blow when the young girl urged her to stop. Holding the bleeding alpha by the throat, she then watched as Natalia finished the job. The alpha dropped to Natalia's feet as the girls eyes then shone red, gifting her alpha abilities.
She did not harm the young wolf, but rather began to watch over her. She let Natalie rule her pack, but advised her from afar. She grew fond of Natalia as she watched her grow into a woman, viewing her as the closest thing to family she had in a long time. She considers Natalia to be under her protection, and would slaughter anyone that would try to harm her, despite Natalia being fully capable of protecting herself. Maeva also learned tolerance from Nat, for she began to feed on the alpha regularly, learning how to control her cravings while becoming stronger from feeding on the wolf blood.
Recently, Maeva has learned that the nogitsune who took her husband as a host has returned. She has tracked it to Beacon Hills and has discovered the hunting group, Verum Venatores, whose mission is to take it down. She plans to infiltrate the group to use their aid to take the nogitsune down.
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