Katherine O'Riley

[Katherine O'Riley]

Katherine Lillian O'Riley
{I never made promises lightly, and there've been some that I've broken. But I swear in the days still left we'll walk in fields of gold.}

Full Name :: Katherine Lillian O'Riley
Nicknames :: Katie, Lily, O'Riley.
Date of Birth :: October 28th. BC.
Physical Age :: 3100 Years old
Mental Age :: 21
Species :: VAMPIRE
Ability’s :: Lady Luck--Ever hear of Leprechauns giving out luck? Well that's what she does. She gives out luck. She can give out either good or bad luck. It's in her Irish heritage.

Height :: 5'6
Weight ::[/i] 140 lbs.
Hair ::[/i] Blonde
Eyes ::[/i] Blue
Play by ::[/i] Ashley Benson

Likes :: {ten minimum}
• Blood
• Men
• Hunting
• Killing
• Ireland
• Italy
• Power
• Corruption
• Education
• Seduction

Dislikes :: {ten minimum}
• Animal blood/vegetarian vampires
• Being wrong
• Someone questioning her intent
• Alcohol
• Humans/Halfbreeds
• Being corrected by someone else
• Liars--those willing to betray her
• Unable to control her temper
•Not getting what she wants even in a gambling situation.
•Rudeness

Strenghts :: {two minimum}
• Her determination
• Her martial arts

Weaknesses :: {two minimum}
• Men
• Dominating personalities

Habits/Quirks :: {two minimum}
• Twirling her hair when nervous (rarely happens)
• Ready to attack at a given notice, often kills before thinking

Fears :: {two minimum}
• Dying
• Falling in love

Secrets :: {two minimum}
• Distrusts women--her mother was one to tear her down because she didn't fit in with what her mother thought of as a perfect daughter.
• Love--she's only felt the feeling once, the guy was an abusive prick, and had cheated on her with her best friend, needless to say both were killed by her hand.

Personality :: She has always been known to be strong willed, incredibly perceptive....often impulsive. She is very much an independant type, but is willing to work with others when it suits her needs. She is extremely stubborn, hot tempered, violent when necessary. She is a planner by nature, never willing to let a plan get out of hand. The fact of the matter is, you cross her once, she might forgive you, cross her once, you're dead. Plain and simple. She is vastly difficult to work with and trust is even harder to earn in her mind. She is also very skilled at hiding her emotions from others around her. It's something she learned to do early on.

She is passionate when it comes to those she allies herself with. This would include the Volturi as she believes in what they do, and how they run things. She is distrustful of certain people due to her background. She does not get close to people, unless she has to. She loves to travel, and can easily seduce her victims. Once doublecrossed she is very unforgiving, often willing to kill because of it. She has no foundation of family, due to most of them dead or believed to be dead. She is a nomad, though settling down once in a great while is fun for her. She is also very difficult to handle. She easily can create trouble. But she is also very determined, self sufficient, honest, but quite expendable. She is very lucky in her life, after becoming a vampire she has been able to give out luck. She enjoys it, and it is quite beneficial to those she is allied to.

She is an over-achiever, because when something goes her way, she is very proud of it. A successful plan often makes her day. Her beliefs may have changed since she was a little girl, but her strength and her values has not. She is a proud of her Irish heritage, and willing to help where need be. As proficient as she is on killing she does have a soft side though few have ever seen it. She is very driven in what she does. Quite optimistic, though when it comes to something she believes in, won't hear anyone out who comes to disillusion it.

Mother ::[/i] Alexandria O'Riley (Formerly Delaney) (Deceased)
Father ::[/i] Julian O'Riley (Deceasead)
Siblings ::[/i] Annabella Rose O'Riley and Abigail Dawn O'Riley (Both Deceased)
Other important people ::[/i] None, yet
History ::[/i]

In the country in which she was born, had no real name. There were just settlements. Groups of people creating little nooks and crannies for themselves, no town had it’s own distinguished name. The O’Riley clan had settled upon this very land in hopes of a better future for their family. It was here their heritage would begin. Here they would make this their home.

For generations the O’Riley clan stood together. Although their name was far less traditional. It used to be spelled O’Raghailligh, which was the Gaelic given name, though without meaning. Though over the years the new generations had trouble spelling it, so therefore they shortened it to O’Riley, though it was also spelled O’Reilly. This came about during the Anglicized time period. From the beginning, this small clan stuck together facing many a hardship. Food was often scarce, and they of course fought amongst themselves. They didn’t have much chance of a religious background. They just followed their own rules, plain and simple. They donned léines, a tunic that was extended to the knees, It was gaelic made and therefore it was heavily pleated, with a saffron color. Cloaks were rare, except if you had money. If you were fortunate you may have one, if you’re poor. Four if you’re semi weathy, and more than that if you were of royalty. For years the people in this small establishment worked together to create common goals. Alas the peace would not last.

Katherine (Her mother spelled it with a C, The irish way to pronounce it is Catriona) Lillian (Which was given to her because of her mother wanting her to be named after her maternal grandmother) O’Riley was born to Julian O’Riley, a moderately paid farmer and his doting wife Alexandria Delaney now O’Riley. Alexandria came from a poor home life, while Julian did not. This of course did not suit well to their parents. Marriage between the two, was forbidden. Julian's parents did not want her with him, and Alexandria's wanted Julian to be with their daughter. Julian and Alexandria were a match made in heaven on the outside, the outside world thought they were a perfect sociable couple. But on the inside, it was anything but. Julian loved his wife so severely while Alexandria did not love him near as much as she claimed she did. She only used him for his position, his money.

They had only been teenagers when they had met, and so therefore they didn't think of the results. Julian was 20 and Alexandria was 18 when they had Annabella out of wedlock. They married soon after she was born, her birth was what pushed them to marry, though no one knew they hadn't been married when they had delivered Annabella into the world.

Alexandria was the overbearing, better than thou, mother. She made sure that her daughters were the prime example of what a woman should be. The mother—the caregiver. Alexandria did not dote on her the way that she doted upon her older and younger sisters. Katherine was the middle child, the one that wasn’t expected. Alexandria and Julian had wanted a family ever since they met when they were teenagers. When Katherine’s older sister Annabella was born, Julian was protective over her, and Alexandria was as well. Annabella was one when she was born.

Katherine and Annabella were honest, loving sisters from the start. Julian had loved how close his daughters were. They stayed close to eachother. Annabella was her world. They often played games together. She did not mind being a younger sister. There was a connection between the two of them. Julian was a very polite man, and he was protective over the years. When Katherine was three, Abigail was born. The three siblings would become close. As honest and carefree they were, there was always petty jealousy between the oldest and the youngest. The three of them were cautious and honestly, they were closer than most siblings could be. It made Julian proud that his daughters wre so close.

There was a ruthless determination from her mother from the start. Any time her mother saw them playing games she would come behind them and scold them. Annabella was often beaten by whatever her mother could find, while she had taken Abigail and would hide. Annabella often took the hits for all three of them, as any older sibling would. Julian came home that night, there were bruises all over Annabella’s small body. She was only eight years old. He confronted his wife, who had said, it wasn’t her that did it, that it was Katherine. She would blame everything on Katherine. Julian of course believed her. And from that moment on, Katherine was shunned by her mother.

Alexandria told their other two daughters, that they should leave Katherine out of everything. Julian tried to persuade his wife to not do this, to not separate his girls but she didn't listen. But Annabella and Abigail couldn’t. They were sisters. One night, when Katherine was twelve, they made a plan. Katherine and her sisters escaped Alexandria. Oh she was furious. She wanted to teach the girls a lesson. She followed them into the woods, aiming all her intentions on Katherine. The other two she loved wholeheartedly, but Katherine, well to her Katherine was an enemy.

The sisters kept running, and went to an old friend’s house. Someone their mother had no knowledge about. They stayed with the couple and after some time, it became evident they were never going back. They wanted to live a happy and safe life. Julian tried to find the girls and although they wanted their father to know where they were, they couldn’t. Not without their mother finding out. And that was why they never called out for him. Never let him know where they were staying.

Staying with the old Irish couple was brilliant, they had fun. Were able to live lives like most other kids in their time. They had a team like connection. Wherever one was, the other two were sure to find. When Annabella was sixteen, a man arrived at the house, stating he was to marry her. Of course, Annabella did not want anything to do with it. Of course the man was not a traditional man...he was an old friend of their mother's. That was why he had come. He was going to teach the girls a lesson. Annabella refused his advances, and one night the man was found dead...shortly after he snuck into Annabella's room that night. Katherine was the one to find him. Of course Annabella was still alive, but sleeping. The man, was dead. Truth was the man had only come not to attack her in the home but to steal her so he could perform the wedding himself while they could be alone together.

When local authorities were brought in, they couldn't figure out why it was that the man died mysteriously at the house. What they didn't know was that Katherine had killed him, snapped his neck. She was fifteen, and was quite capable of defending herself and when it came to her siblings she was overly protective.

Later that week, she and her sisters apologized to the couple, stating they could not stay there anymore. Said it was too dangerous for them to stay, so with that, they packed up their little belongings, and moved foward. Annabella guided them to another small town about a hundred and fifty miles away. They were using their middle names as their first to protect their identity.

One day, the day of Katherine's 16th birthday, she fell in love with a man named Aiden. He was older, by far. He was at least ten years older than her. Of course to him, he knew her by Lillian. There was no going back to her first name, now. But her sisters did not trust him. They claimed she was going to get hurt by him. The two had an open courting....she wanted nothing more than just him. Annabella had gotten engaged to her own beau, and Abigail was just learning about dating, and what it truly meant.

One night, she was attacked by a big guy, who had come to her because she knew too much. She was always this inquisitive girl, and he didn't like that she knew so much. He liked the fire, the spirit within her. He had resisted the temptation from the start. Instead he watched her from afar. After this she took it upon herself to learn the best way to protect herself and her sisters. The three of them agreed to learn martial arts, and any other defense tactics that were given to them at the time. They learned this on their own, since very few men were willing to teach them. Only one man was willing to teach them. Of course, there came with it a price. Annabella fell in love with the instructor, when she turned eighteen. They got married soon after.

But Annabella and the instructor, a man named Andrew, brought the other two girls to live with them. Annabella of course kept her maiden name. Katherine felt much better staying with her sister and her brother in law than she did with anyone else. Though she often visited Aiden late at night, when Annabella was asleep.

Aiden was never a part of the situation. Annabella often questioned her about it. She began learning how to hunt with her brother in law. There was something about it that instilled in her. It made her feel powerful, more alive. As though she had some control on whether something lived or died. At nineteen years old, she was on her way over to her friend Andrea's small cottage.

Andrea lived by herself though she was due to be married to a man named Austin the next day. She thought nothing of visiting her old friend. But when she knocked on the door she could tell her friend was home. The door was left ajar. She walked in, and when she did....she entered the small house....and that's when she saw.....Andrea and Aiden....involved. She became enraged. She couldn't control her temper and then she snapped.

She didn't even remember what happened....all she knew was it was as if someone or something else had come over her. She of course was nervous, though. What if someone found out she'd just killed her best friend and her boyfriend? She was worried, but of course the killing had been silent. There was no way she could be tied to the crime of course, as she had not touched anything in the small house except for one knife, which had been used to slice Andrea's throat, and Aiden...was kind of terrified, but before he could fight back she was able to subdue him, though it was difficult. His death was a little more violent. She cleaned herself up in the river nearby, there was very little blood on her except on her shoes, though the water washed much of that away.

She returned to her sister's house. Distraught. Hiding her feelings was easy to do, though as she had to pretend that everything was fine. It had come naturally to her, after everything they had been through. Authorities had found the couple the next day, and all of their friends, had been questioned. When she was questioned, she lied of course, not giving away anything that could incriminate her. The authorities believed her. They left it alone.

At twenty years old, she was starting to get her life together again. Abigail started dating a man named Anton. A man who the sisters actually approved of. The family grew closer, now that Aiden was out of her life. They were planning Abigail's wedding, though Abigail promised she would be eighteen before she wed. It was a happy occassion, and they were excited about their future.

The day of Abigail's wedding, six months later, all hell broke loose. The night of the wedding, Abigail, her new husband, Annabella and her husband were all found brutally slain. There was nothing to pin point how they were killed. It was as though they had all but fallen asleep but didn't wake up. Needless to say, she was left entirely alone. The strange thing about their deaths, was that there were two, what appeared to be teeth marks in their necks. She didn't believe it. How could that even be possible? Her mother had been found dead, out on the ravine, she'd drowned. Her father had gone missing and was also presumed dead.

Alone, and outnumbered, she wandered around, the authorities couldn't explain how they were all dead. The case was left open. Six months later, on the day of her twenty first birthday, she was attacked. It was late at night. She was walking home from a friend's house, her friend Susan's...when there was this guy following her. It startled her at first. Why was she being followed?

Somehow she had been subdued, and taken into this abandoned home. It looked completely run down. As though, no one had lived there for what appeared to be years. The last thing she could remember was the big guy on top of her, it was as though the most horrible pain anyone could ever experiance was being sent through her. She felt as though she was paralyzed. Couldn't breathe, couldn't think rationally. It was as though she could feel death calling out for her. She was sure that was it. That she was dying.

Three days later, she woke up. She had been completely cleaned up....but was completely alone. The countryside was beautiful, and everything felt as though it was right in front of her. Her senses were all but heightened. Her eyes were pitch black, and she was hungry. There was a man, walking outside the small home she rented, and she could smell his blood. She couldn't understand it, but pulled the man inside. Instinct drew her to his neck, and she could feel the blood going down her throat, and the next thing she knew, she couldn't control the feeling, and within seconds the man was drained of his blood. She did not feel remorse for the killing, though she knew she was a monster by most human's existance. But everything she had, everything told her they were the monsters now. She did not have anyone to teach her. The one thing that she did notice was luck seemed to follow her in all the right ways. She never anticipated what that would be.

But still she knew there were consequences, and she chose her victims on a whim. She always killed in the shadow of night. She felt more beautiful than she had ever been before. Something told her to watch how she killed and when, though she couldn't control herself. There were bodies piling up. From where she was, so she moved. From that point on she didn't stay in one place for very long. She had moved all throughout the country of Ireland, until she was several hundred years old. After that, she bid the country adieu. It felt like a relief to move around from country to country. She eventually controlled the blood lust, enough to where she could be around humans without immediately wanting to kill them.

Education was always of vital importance to her, for obvious reasons. Though observant, she knew someone was organizing the world in which she lived in. She had no direct contact with any other countries aside from Ireland itself. So she had not been aware of how dominant the Egyptian and other well known leaders, like the Hitters and Assyrians played a part of every day to day life of a vampire. She chose to focus on just living her life instead of relying on others to give her rules to follow. She followed her own. No one had come to tell her differently so she figured she must not be doing too bad of a job. She has always been one to stay under the radar, both of the authorities who had to figure out how the people died, to whom she knew must rule the vampiric world.

By that point she was unsure of the number of bodies in which she had left in her wake. She had moved from country to country, while working in various jobs throughout the years. She was cunning enough to work with very rich men, and enjoyed it. She only killed them when she got bored of them.

For three thousand years she wandered the country side, often taking live victims from under the noses of their family members, even the local authorities. In 8,000 BC her country was when a large gathering of migrating individuals arrived. They would form the country which later was known to be Ireland. Time continued and most hunts came to her, with ease. The blood seeping through her veins, calling out to her like none other. The truth was, that she enjoyed her Irish heritage and could drink like no other.

In the mid 5th Century A.D. A religion came into place within the shores of Ireland, known as Christian. Missionaries including St. Patrick himself. They believed in this wholeheartedly which made her laugh since she had no religious connections. Why bother when you were damned for what you were? It took a century for the Christian religion to become well known in Ireland.

As if that wasn't difficult enough to deal with, when the Vikings made their way to Ireland, things got horrible. Food became even more scares, there was war and famine....a horrific scene to witness for the humans, for her, it was prime feeding ground. People often questioned the leadership in the country, which continued for years. Even when Mercenaries came to the Isle in 1169 A.D., it wasn't enough. As during this time other countries got involved with Ireland....from the English to the British, this occurred over a seven hundred year time period.

War continued not only inside their own country, but to defend themselves against others. Loyalty would soon be divided within the country, as wars continued between the years of 1534 and 1691. During this time she had been able to make quite a few kills, without raising a suspicion. Though it was growing harder and harder to do so. The thirst was becoming harder to ignore.

During the seventeenth century, all hell broke loose. The country was split in half. She didn't want to pick a side as she loved her country fiercely. It was a fight between the Roman Catholics and the Anglican minority. During this time she was able to change the spelling of her last name to something easier to understand by all she came into direct contact with.

In 1892 Many of the Irish people wanted to escape the endless rule, the terrible conditions in which they were kept in. Many of the vile humans she had hunted had been persecuted and had been given only one option in which to escape the repression. Leave Ireland, and never look back. While many travelled to the new world, to Ellis Island, she did not. She stayed only to collect enough money to travel to Italy. Something she had longed to do. An Italian Vampire had once visited Ireland and she had become interested in the country in which the older Italian vampire spoke.

She travelled to Italy in the winter of 1900 A.D. She was deeeply in love with the city ever since. But, as a vampire, she learned enough about the rules, especially while being in Italy, residing here, that there were rules...rules that were meant to be followed. And if not, there were consequences. She had lived in Italy, for quite some time when she found herself entering the city of Volterra. Around 1912, she had discovered the quaint little city. Once there, she couldn't put into words what that was like. She has lived there ever since. Though she does travel so she doesn't stay in the city as much as she wished she did. She doesn't have one specific area to call home yete. She kills when she has to, though, now has learned to do it ever so discreetly so not to let the vile humans find out about her. She knows of the Volturi, though they have never been properly introduced. She follows their every whim. Trusting in what they are, how they lead their world. It was because of them that she never once doubted her life, drinking from the vile humans there are out there.

Around St. Patrick's day, her power seemed to become much stronger, it was a day of luck. Her ability does not increase anyone's power, but it did increase the luck someone would have. She noticed it especially when she was with an old ally of hers, another vampire she met several centuries ago. She used her ability to draw out her prey, promising they would get lucky....win lots of money, and whatever they desired, most times it worked. But no matter the age, no matter how much money her victim had, it never seemed to be enough for them. She would never throw luck on someone who did not deserve it, plain and simple.

She has seen many a vampire lose their lives due to the complex...complicated emotion they feel....and will not subject herself to such a thing. She will not seek love out. Refusing to believe it even still exists. Time will tell if she's accurate that it's just for the faint of heart, the disillusioned humans. Even still she has lived in Volterra for some time, though is not afraid of the consequences of doing so. She knows who Aro is, who his coven members are, and stands by them, though she is not one of them.

In 1943 she returned to Ireland, to visit. Mostly because she missed her home land. That and to visit her sisters' graves, whose deaths still haunted her. Every year on the eve of their deaths she tries to visit, not always being able to. But she brings flowers to mark the anniversary of her sisters' deaths, knowing her sisters would never understand how she had become into this monster, which is what they would have called her. She loved her sisters, and therefore they were the only humans...though deceased that she still had feelings for. Not even her father was that fortunate. She later found his grave, he was buried not far from her sisters' though it was hidden in the brush. He'd died about five years to the day after her sisters had been killed. Her mother's grave also resides next to her father's.

In 1945 She returned to Volterra, though something kept drawing her back to it. Aside from the occassional travelling she kept coming back to Volterra, knowing there was something that connected her to it. What that something was, she couldn't explain.

She still maintained her control over her thirst, sometimes taking the lives of two to three inviduals on any given day, disposing their bodies efficently, and without notice. In 1960 she changed her name from Catriona as she got fed up with people mispronouncing it. Later she went against tradition spelling her name with a "K" and it sounded more English than anything really, making it appear to others as Katherine. In the late 2,000's she found herself back in Volterra, after a visit to Ireland. She decided once and for all that she needed to make Volterra her home but she wasn't sure how to do it. She knows she has got to make herself known to the Volturi if they do not know of her already. Still that makes her somewhat anxious. Especially since she's been in their mist, for over fifty years now.

Your name ::[/i] Alyssa
Age ::[/i] You already know
Experience ::[/i] Look at Bella
Have you read the rules ::[/i] Absolutely

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They say patience is a virtue but she really didn’t believe it. Walking through Volterra, she had no idea what she was going to be seeing next. There were the humans—the vile things still walking among the sides of the streets. Oh how often she had wanted to end their puny lives with her own two hands. Her gaze shifted between the small couples who had no idea that they lived near the very monsters they feared. There were small children, who asked her to play. She turned to look at them, her eyes glistening in the red color they were known to be. She had scared them.

She missed her home country, but Italy had grown on her just like she hoped it would. The isle of home was always on her mind. She had not brought much here when she had arrived centuries ago. No, it was safer to keep very little. All she had on her was the photograph—a painting of herself and her sisters in happier times. She kept it with her always. It was the only comfort, to know that wherever she went that her sisters would always be with her.

Walking along the streets of Volterra, she smirked seeing an elderly couple walking in front of her. It was clear both of them did not have long left. If she had chosen to, she could have ended their lives, and spared them future pain, but no. She did not desire blood at this moment. She had fed earlier that morning. Though honestly the idea of killing someone was always on her mind.

Pain was something she was used to. Hurting people just came naturally to the blond haired blue eyed vampire. Hunting humans was something of a game to her, it was as much a sport as the average human sport could know. Of course with hers, it was a far cry from normal.

She enjoyed the scenery in Volterra. Of course it’s beauty no one could rival to Ireland’s. The blonde chuckled when she noticed two of what would appear to be Aro’s guards walking toward her. She knew it was one of his, because who else would be coming in her direction. They kept walking toward her, which in any case would have made her nervous. But no. She had not paid a visit to Master Aro in some time.

“Easy boys. No need to be violent. Let me guess, Master Aro called for you to find me, did he? Well let’s not keep him waiting shall we? I know the way boys. No need for you to direct me there, thank you.” The two vampires nodded their head once, but to follow orders they still stayed within close proximity to her as she made her way to the castle. She’d only visited the place a few times.

The one thing she was the most proud of was her Irish heritage and she showed it whenever she could. She enjoyed a good glass of wine here and there, though she often didn’t see the need. Headstrong as she was, she did not need someone to tell her what to do, though it wasn’t like anyone was still alive that had told her what to do.

Moving from the streets to the castle of Volterra, she grinned. Home. Yes she considered the castle a home like environment even though she was not a member of the Volturi. Entering the throne room, she smiled. There in the seat, sat none other than Aro Volturi. The Master of them all. She was sure she was here for one reason and one reason only. A mission. She was a hit woman after all. Could kill either a vampire or human at any given time. "Hello Aro. I see you had your guards to summon me. So, what may I ask....did I do this time?" She smirked as she said it, as he probably was either going to yell at her for how sloppy her latest kill was or to ask her to kill for him. Either way, she was prepared for the outcome. Her tone was the respectful one that Aro was used to, and one that had a hint of her Irish accent involved as well.

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• hey there! apologies, as i'm on my phone, but i was reading through your app and it says she's over 3100 years old. that wouldn't be a problem, except her backstory--and her name--doesn't fit with the time period she would have been born in. i'd change her age to something a little more probable, as just nothing in the backstory really coincides with society from that particular era (the dominant empires at the time would have been the ancient egyptians, hittites and assyrians). from the sounds of her app, it seems like she would fit in way better around the time period of maggie's birth--that is to say, the 1800s, with the industrial revolution. that's where a lot of the true business men came in.

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