Vermona, my vampire.

DragonSlayer4 · June 11th, 2010, 1:02 am

Okay, this is a new for me. I don't usually write with vampires, so this shall be interesting.lol

Name: Vermona (stands for vampire in the ancient vampiric tongue)

Age: She's lost count, but she was 23 when she was changed.

Gender: Female

Skills: Vermona has no magic. Her vampire nature gives her the emmense speed, and extraodinary strength that is given to all of her race. Her diamond hard skin is also natural. But she has one gift that is unique. When she touches something, immortal or mortal alike, she can feel their emotions and feelings as her own. And she can also alter those emotions. But only if she is touching them physically. She has never tried this talent on Allen, though, since she is uncertain how he would react to her. But she did try it on a human once, and the result was...interesting. Aside from having to be in contact, doing this makes her weary. Since becoming a vampire she has never felt the need to rest, but in doing this it makes her tired. It makes her disconcerted sometimes, feeling so weary, and yet so strong at the same time.

Race: Vampire (she believes she was human before the change).

Hair: Mohagany

Eyes: Bright gold/amber when she has recently hunted. Coal black if she is thirsty.

Home Village: She doesn't know, but she woke up in a village at the foothills of the Spine.

Parents: She has no memory of her blood parents, and her creator didn't stay long after biting her.

Siblings: No human siblings that she is aware of, or vampire for that matter.

Character Personality: Vermona is very compassionate, despite her vampiric nature. She has an adept skill at herbs, which ones will help heal, and which ones will ease pain. She helps those from the war when she can, though she mostly avoids open wounds. At first glance, no one would even think that there was something off about her. She acts as human as possible, without really thinking about it. But at second glance, it might be possible to see something different. The pale skin. The cold touch. So far she has escaped question. But it will happen at some point. From a human's view, Vermona might seem aloof and closed down, with little sense of humor. This is because she tries so hard not to breath when around humans. From Allen's view, she is devastatingly beautiful with the humor of a joker. She is amazingly patient, particularly with him. Alway has a smile or pun ready to fly out, most of the time at his expense. She is polite to others of their kind, though she never invites them to her home. Most other vampires would think her hunting habits....strange. With Allen, Vermona is very open hearted and hardly ever keeps something from him. With others of their race, she is quite shy around them and talks little. Mona doesn't really have a temper, but her tongue is still sharp as a viper. Few is the human/vampire that got away from her tongue. Even Allen is wary of her, and he's the one with the temper. She is really quite sweet, though.

Character History: Vermona has no memory of her human life. Maybe that's a good thing, but it tortures her. She woke in a crumbling building in a destroyed village, completely alone. She only dimly remembers who bit her, but other than that fleeting image, her human life is a mystery to her. At first she didn't know what the flaming burn was in her throat, but she quickly found out. A Shrrg crossed her path as she wondered. A rage whipped through her, and without thinking, she attacked. The gigantic wolf was no match for her, a newborn vampire. The wolf's blood soothed the ache, and she understood what she was. Although she was not happy with the concept of being different, she did not feel repulsive toward herself. This was what she was now. At first, she steered clear of humans, elves, dwarves...anything that was not an animal. She was scared she would lose her self-control and attack. But a lone hunter stopped that. She could smell him from a mile away. If she had recently hunted, she might have been able to run away. But she was thirsty. And so she went to make her kill. She was stalking him up in the trees, so quiet that she could hear his gently placed feet on the ground. She pulled her lips back in a silent snarl. Just as she crouched to spring, he looked up and met her eyes. She froze, surprised. His pale hazel/green eyes mesmerized her. The blood haze lifted from her vision, and she could think clearly again. She held her breath, turned, and leaped away. After she had freshly fed her thirst, she looked for the hunter again. She found him camped in a cave with a steady fire going. The warmth pulled her in. Since she had been bitten, her skin had become ice cold and hard as stone. But in that cave, she felt warm for the first time in months. She found his name to be Allen. He was sixteen, and the supporter of his family. His father, David, had been called to the Empire to fight in the war. He had been killed in a raid from the Varden. Allen confessed that he didn't blame the Varden for his fathers death, but the Empire. They were the ones who had called David to fight in the first place. Vermona sympathized with him. She wished she could wrap her arms around him, but was afraid her cool skin would frighten him. The next day, when she came back to visit with him, she found his cave empty. His scent mingled with anothers. One of her own kind. Fear racing through her, she sprinted as fast as she could along the trail. The scent led her to the edge of a cliff. Allen was bound hand and foot against a tree. He made no noise of fear, only glared at his captor. The vampire was male, with crimson red eyes and violet colored hair. He was aged, she could tell. No match for a pissed off newborn. Rage thrilling through her, she zipped in front of her friend, using her speed to move so fast it was almost like she didn't move at all. She heard Allen's intake of breath, but did not pause. The battle was short, but she sent the male away with a warning snarl rather than killing him. She wouldn't stoop to that with her human friend watching her. She released her friend, but instead of running away in terror, as she expected, he stayed where he was and studied her face. Then he smiled. Vermona was surprised, but smiled back. They became much closer after that incident. She even told Allen what she was. He didn't flinch, just insisted that they were friends, and that was all that mattered. She never really understood his attitude towards vampires, but didn't question him. Years went by. Allen grew older while she stayed frozen in time. It tore her silent heart apart to watch him die right before her eyes. One day, she went out to hunt, leaving her friend alone. She was stalking a leopard when an agonized scream tore through her sensitive ears. She flew back to Allen's cottage. Only to find that she was too late. Allen was writhing on the floor in pain. A vampire bite stood out like a sore thumb on his neck. All she could do was sit and watch until the change was finished. When it was over, her friend sat up, crimson eyes wide in surprise. She showed him the way of their race, how to restrain his newborn strength so he didn't hurt anyone. She showed him every thing that she had been forced to learn on her own. Vermona and Allen became closer than ever, now that they were equal. Centuries flew by for both of them. They hardly noticed the world changing around them, since they were so secluded in the Spine. That changed when Imperial soldiers attacked their cottage. They killed all of them with ease, but realized it would be safer to move. They did. Word reached Allen that a new Dragon Rider was abroad. And then war exploded all throughout Alagaësia. She and Allen are constantly on the move, always trying to be where the blood isn't. For though neither of them have ever tasted human blood, or smelled it for that matter, they don't want to test their self-control in that way.

Weapons: Her razor sharp teeth and extroadinary strength. (is her skill considered a weapon?)

Likes: Sunlight. Friends. People who don't judge her by her nature and accept her for who she is as a person. Allen.

Dislikes: Darkness. Closed spaces. People who hurt those she cares about. The vampire who changed Allen.

Weakness/Fear: Losing everything that she has gained.

Animal Companions: None

Character Physical Description: Vermona is much like any other vampire. Same pale white, ice cold, and diamond hard skin. Her mohagony colored hair curles in ringlets down to her waist. She is 5' 7" with bright amber/gold eyes, except for when she's thirsty, then they darken to a cold, hard black. Mona is not bulging with excess muscle, but her body is very lithely corded with sinew, especially her arms, legs, and torso. Mostly from her vampire origins, but a little bit from the battle training with Allen. No weaponry is strong enough for their blows, so they had to tussle physically. Though their hardened skin protected them from more serious injuries, both parties have some scars from the mock battles. Mona's scar traces lightly over her right eye and on her right temple to her hair-line.

Dreams for the Future: Find out what happened to her in her human life, who her parents were, and who bit her.

Reason for Dreams: She wants to know the truth.

Alignment/side: Who ever doesn't hurt her at first sight.

I'm thinking of making Allen her mate sometime in the future....Just one more bio for me to try and gather together. *sigh* Ah well. I'm already working on his...might take me a few more days to finish, though.

Vermona, my vampire.

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