Post by Guinevere Ambrosia on Apr 24, 2013 19:54:42 GMT -8
Guinevere Grace Ambrosia
{How to be brave, how can I love when I’m afraid to fall? Watching you stand alone.}
Full Name :: Guinevere Grace Ambrosia
Nicknames :: Ginny (Only Marcus can call her that) Gwen (Shortened version of her name.)
Date of Birth :: December 31st, 1350
Physical Age :: Over 3,000 years
Mental Age :: 21
Species :: VAMPIRE
Ability’s :: Illusionist
Height :: 5’6
Weight ::[/i] 130
Hair ::[/i] Brunette
Eyes ::[/i] Red or black (When thirsty)
Play by ::[/i] Miranda Kerr
Likes :: {ten minimum}
• Marcus
• Italy
• Travelling
• Friendships
• Shopping
• Human blood
• Being helpful
• Reading
• Volterra
• Chaos (She loves it)
Dislikes :: {ten minimum}
• Being wrong
• Fighting with Marcus
• Death of someone close to her
• Rules (though she tolerates them)
• The fact that Marcus never seems to be happy
• Being unhappy herself
• Having to follow orders but does so because she has to
• Patience (She is not a patient vampire)
• Putting her trust in someone other than Marcus due to her past mistakes
• The idea of her own demise or Marcus’.
Strenghts :: {two minimum}
• Her fighting ability (though she rarely uses it unless she has to.)
• Her intelligence
Weaknesses :: {two minimum}
• Marcus and her feelings about him.
• The Volturi (namely because Marcus is apart of it.)
Habits/Quirks :: {two minimum}
• Stays silent when she’s upset with someone
• Can translate whatever someone says that is not in English, to English with ease.
Fears :: {two minimum}
• Hurting Marcus
• Dying at the hands of someone she trusts
Secrets :: {two minimum}
• She really does love Marcus
• Would rather die than betray her friendship to Marcus
Personality ::
Despite what one might think due to her history that she would be just this introverted, not speaking at all, quiet kind of a girl. She is not, she is able to speak her mind when the time comes for it, but also knows where to draw the line, and show the respect where respect is given. She is intelligent and can hold a conversation forever, though rarely does she find herself inthe company of someone she would want to talk to for that long, save for Marcus. She does not judge others, even when they might deserve to be judged. She doesn’t give mercy where it is not deserved.
She is quite impulsive and will often say things without thinking them through, but she has done her best not to do so infront of the Volturi. She is protective over Marcus given their long friendship. The only one she has ever truly been honest with is Marcus.
She is the polar opposite of Marcus, though where he is apathetic, due to his losses, she has let those losses strengthen her. Most would call her empathetic. She is fair minded though as she will hear someone out (unless they’re human). She has a philiosphecial approach though as she believes that actions are stronger than one’s word. She is very strong minded though as once someone makes an error of judgement against her she will feel free to return the favor. She is not a lover but she is not a fighter either. Some would say after the loss of those close to her, namely her trusted friends in the past that she is completely withdrawn, with not a care in the world as though she almost wishes for death. One of the reasons she is who she is is becuase of Marcus. Because of their friendship. Because without him, she would have been cold, and calculating. Vicious even. Those traits she has, but she does not show them around her best friend. Some would say that the friendship is one sided because she could do all the talking whereas Marcus rarely speaks. She is a good listener and is very trustworthy. Loyalty is one of her strongest personality traits. Once she is loyal she will never abandon that loyalty (unless she has a very good reason to.) She would follow Marcus anywhere in the world he would go if he ever decided that Italy was no longer the place in which he wanted to be. She is passionate when it comes to something she likes, this is shown more through her actions than to her words.
She is adventureous and likes to travel, it was one of the things she did before coming to Italy and sometimes she misses it but for the most part she is content to stay in Italy. She chooses not to let her past stop her from living her life, though she does get withdrawn if she thinks about it for too long. Marcus is the only one who can pull her out of her thoughts in moments like these. She can keep secrets, and is an open book in that if anyone wants to know anything all they have to do is ask, or in certain cases read her mind. (She does not divulge secrets told to her directly, if those are found out it is because someone has read her mind.) She is not openly forgiving should someone betray her, and those she cares for. She is perceptive, sometimes too much and can read people’s faces for subtle hints as to whether to say something or not. She is able to plan things out much easier than most vampires she’s run across, and has no bearing on what others do. They make their choice, she makes her own. She has had people try to disuade her from being so close to one of the Volturi leaders but nothing will ever change that. She is independantly driven to make her own decisions and will take those consequences if something she does hurts someone else (or angers them in Marcus’ case.) She is well educated, self taught in alot of different things, especially when it comes to multiple languages. She’s fluent in many of them.
Mother ::[/i] Elissa Ambrosia
Father ::[/i] Cronos Ambrosia
Siblings ::[/i] None biologically
Other important people ::[/i] Marcus Volturi (Who is the only one still alive from her past)
History ::[/i] Guinevere Grace Ambrosia was born on December 31st, 1350 to Elissa and Cronos Ambrosia. Elissa was a homemaker, which was something that she had chosen to be, while Cronos was a less than noble man. He was the kind of guy that a girl woud love to bring home to meet the parents. And her mother was a kindhearted beauty, always willing to help others out. When she was four years old her mother and father were attacked and her father was murdered. The man who did it was in love with her mother. Although he did not want Guinevere at first, he soon accepted that she would be a part of the package if he hoped to gain favor with her mother. The man, whose name she only learned once he stole her mother from the home in which she had loved.
The man, Poseidon had fallen for her mother but but before he could make a move on her, to marry her tragedy struck. Alas she would not survive long enough to be of use, as less than a year after he had taken the two Elissa had died. so Poseidon turned his attention to Guinevere. She grew up knowing Poseidon had every intention to do unspeakable things, as he was quite the warrior but he had a charming quality to him. She learned to be afraid of him. Unlike most children who had at least a chance at a happy childhood she did not. Poseidon did not want her to wander off, and did not want her to learn too much. Poseidon raised her into thinking that she needed him and that their relationship was a normal one. Whenever she did something he did not like she would hear about it. The next few years were like a blur to her, noting substantial happened. Not until she turned thirteen.
It was then that he decided he was going to make her his. No one dared question it. As he was a powerful man in his own right. There was no guarantee that she would live to see the next day as Posideon was a cruel man, as there was no emotion behind him. It was like he had lost all reason for existing when Elissa had died. When she looked at him, all she saw was a cold and calculating sociopath. But alas his decison would not be swayed.
The night of her wedding, she had the servants of his home help her get ready. One of them commented on how tragic it was that she had to marry such a cruel and calculating lord like Poseidon. She had to agree. The ceremony was about to start, and although she did not wear a traditional outfit to her wedding, she was able to still fight with it. She did not want to be there but she had no choice. So she chose to do things a bit different than her predecessors would have. She carried with her a small knife, one that could have an impact on her life should she use it. The moments leading up to the ceremony were a blur. It was only Poseidon, herself, and the few “loyal” subjects to him aside from the preacher. She would not stop until she got out of this situation, by any means necessary.
She did not want to marry him after all. In a flash, all she could remember was at one moment standing beside him at the alter, and the next he was on the floor bleeding. He was dying. A grin appeared on her face as she knew she had been responsible for it. His last words to her was “Why....my love.” Her answer was simple “Because I didn’t love you.”
Everyone knew she had done it, there was no denying it as her hands were bloody. She could remember running away. Running from the very life she had been doomed to live. Everyone was searching for her. She had to be punished they said. Only one person was willing enough to help her. A gentleman by the name of Orion. He was her mother’s oldest friend, and someone that Elissa had trusted with her life.
Orion continued to look after her, until she was old enough to make her own decisions. She was able to be homeschooled as Orion was giving her only the best to make up for her troubled past. Throughout the next couple years he treated her like a daughter, and she treated him like a daughter would treat her father. They had a comfortable, loving relationship between a parent and a child.
At age 18, a man came into her life, someone she had never in her wildest dreams could have predicted. His name, coincidentally, was Lucifer. Some would say he was forshadowing what was to come, but to her, he was just a simple kind of a guy. He was only a bit older than she was, and was willing to wait until she was ready to trust him completely. What she did not know was that he was a vampire. He was able to keep that a secret and not even Orion had been able to tell what he was until it was too late. When Lucifer asked her to travel with him, Orion had put his foot down and did not approve. She had wanted to stay with Orion. Lucifer did not like it, and because of that tragedy would soon strike.
Orion had been asleep in his master bedroom, which was right down the hall from hers. She had been sleeping so soundly that she didn’t hear anything. Lucifer had wanted her to himself and because he couldn’t get permission he killed the poor man. She had no idea that the man she had called her father, was dying. That next morning, she was down in the kitchen fixing breakfast, when she realized that he hadn’t come down yet. Going up to his room, she knocked on the door. When she did not get an answer and the door was ajar, she hesitantly opened it. And when she did, she saw a bloody scene. One could not tell where the blood began and where it had ended. The only thing remaining of poor Orion was his head. Everything else it looked like had been torn into little pieces, pieces that would have taken more than one lifetime in order to put back together.
It was the first time that her life was ripped apart. Where someone who had been truly a good influence in her life was soon taken from her. It was though her dream of a happy and safe life was shattered and the illusion of it was all but a memory. One she continued to cling to long after the event occurred.
She ran to get help, but of course no one was willing to help her, no one was even willing to come to the house to see if what she was saying was true. Save for Lucifer. He told her that someone must have targeted her family and that because of what had happened to Orion that she was no longer safe in that house. That he would protect her so long as she stayed by his side. Reluctantly she agreed. She had no choice in the matter. Lucifer had seen the potential in her and had wanted her to be his mate for all intents and purposes. For a few years he played the role of her protector, someone that she could talk to about anything. They travelled from one end of Greece to another. She never knew what he really was until the night of her twenty first birthday. They had celebrated that night and she had gone to bed with one hell of a headache. That night Lucifer had decided he could not wait any longer. He had to know if she could accept him for the truth of what he was. While she laid there asleep in the bedroom she had taken in the new home the two of them lived in.
Three days later she awoke, her eyes a crimson red. She had no idea what had happened. Of what she had become. She had a little restraint at first. Lucifer had explained only that she had been different. That they both were. He explained that they were vampires and unlike the humans, they could not eat regular food, that their diet was simply of blood. He showed her how to hunt, and how to select a tasty morsel as he had described in his own words. She consumed nothing but that of human blood since.
That night was not like any other she had ever seen. The nightmares from her human life had come back to her. It was as though she was seeing it once again. As though she was reliving it. But it wasn't just the nightmares she saw...it was good thing too. Once she learned to control it which had taken quite some time, she could project either her own "visions" upon someone else or also take it in. Meaning she could take the bad or good "visions" someone else had and keep them from experiancing it but she would experiance it in their place.
A couple months after her change, she and Lucifer had been out on a hunt, when two nomads, as Lucifer called them, came up to them. One was a thin little vampire who had no backbone, he was the weaker of the two. The other was stronger, and taller than the other. The weaker one, would not say much only that they weren’t enemies. Lucifer of course did not agree and had wanted to protect her. The stronger one....fought him. But Lucifer did not survive the match. She watched in horror as Lucifer’s head was no longer attached to his body and his body burned. The weaker of the two male vampires said this was the only way to ensure a vampire didn’t pretend to die. The stronger one, named Aramis only could say that she was coming with them whether she liked it or not. The weaker male vampire, named Athos, tried to talk him out of it and she watched as the stronger one killed him as well. Seeing the strength the older one seemed to have, she didn’t think she had it in herself to be that violent. To kill without precedence, except if it came to survival. Aramis stayed by her side and taught her how to kill more efficiently without being caught by humans or other vampires.
Aramis became the protector of the duo, while she remained steadfast and quick to attack if need be, since she was a newborn. She killed many humans without a problem. But the way she viewed herself was that she was frozen, unable to move forward but unable to move backwords.
After a couple months they found themselves hunting every where they could. Keeping to the shadows. Nights were easy enough to move around in, but in the sunlight when she had to be out, she covered herself from head to toe so she did not sparkle, like a thousand diamonds.
Aramis was strong enough to survive all odds, or so he thought, but a battle would soon prove to be fatal. With nothing but the memory, she moved forward, on her own. Aramis had not been her mate but just someone that she had truly learned to care for.
One day, six years to the day after Aramis had died, she found herself in front of an older vampire, one named Marcus. The two soon hit it off, becoming good friends. She even followed him from Greece to Italy because she needed someone that understood her. He was the one friend she had had that didn’t seem to want to use her for anything. She watched as Marcus had joined the Volturi and her loyalty was soon extended to them. She would later meet his beautiful wife, and she wasn’t jealous and even became friends with her as well. Didyme's gift was to create happiness where hers could be considered to create nightmares.
Didyme was a beautiful vampire, and the two had often talked. They were close. She knew of her friends’ plans to leave the Volturi. She knew the risk of that involved. She tried to warn Didyme that she ought not to speak so openly about it, despite the fact she was Aro’s sister. She just didn’t want to see anything happen to her friends. The day that Didyme died, she was not with her friend, something she had regretted. She had been out in the field so that she could be fully fed for the next few days so she didn't do anything which would cause her own demise. Not knowing what happened, put a burden on both herself and Marcus. It was one of the things they bonded over, was the loyalty they had to her.
A part of her would always love Marcus, but alas sheknew better than to risk that. Mostly because she valued her friendship with him. Vampires only seem to have one other half, and Marcus had had his even though she had not. She didn’t seem to seek one out or look for one. All she needed was the friendship in which she and Marcus continued to have, as they could talk to eachother about anything, and being around eachother it was like they could be themselves, without all the depression and guilt still lingering about. She does reside on the outskirts of Volterra but she does manage to spend as much time as she can with her best friend. Seeing him lights up her world in ways that she had thought had long since disappeared and she could see how happy they could be with the other around them.
Your name ::[/i] Alyssa
Age ::[/i] You should know this by now. (I have 3 other characters. <3)
Experience ::[/i] A lot!
Have you read the rules ::[/i] Yes
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