| �Some are born to sweet delight, Some are born to endless night. Some are born to endless night When the soul slept in the beams light. God appears and God is light To those poor souls who dwell in night.� William Blake Born the daughter of Lord Patric de Sinclair and his Lady of Warwicke, in the mortal court of Charlemagne. The innocent child with the violet eyes and voice of an angel became the fascination of a Toreador Prince. Upon her 10th year, she was abducted from the Castle Warwicke to be groomed by the Toreadors until she became of age for the Embrace. Many years spent as the Prince�s muse, she grew into a stunning young woman. Her passions for music and all of life continued to grow under the watchful eye of a Toreador ghoul, who unbeknownst to the Toreadors had whispered tales of the child with the voice of a nightingale at the local taverns. The ghoul�s words spread quickly throughout the darkened streets to the ears of the curious night creatures. Upon her 21st year, she was given the mark of the Toreador� a small rose tattooed on her lower back; it was an early wedding gift from the Prince. Not long after, the night came when the young woman was to be embraced into the Toreador life, to become the Prince�s childe and wife. That day she watched the sunrise for the last time, and just after sunset was lead away by a group of women servants to prepare her for the wedding and the embrace. Unfortunately for the Toreador Prince, a prankful Malkavian named Mishalocke Machevella knew of the night�s events and decided to borrow the violet-eyed treasure of the Prince�s. M&M, as he liked to be called, left a rather puzzling note for the Prince describing the whereabouts of his nightingale, of which he had placed within a gilded cage. The Prince only had till dawn to discover her golden hiding place else he would embrace her at sunset the following evening. He had placed her in a golden cage, making her quite comfortable with in it, hanging the cage in one of the Prince�s own galleries, a place of honor befitting the beautiful songbird that the Prince had so admired. M&M found her the following evening, still in the same golden cage that he had left her in the night before. Releasing her from her prison, he felt that the Prince was not worthy of keeping one such as the she safe, for he could not even find her hidden under his own nose. M&M took her to his haven, explained to her of life and the new sight she was to attain. She was embraced that eve by the ancient Malkavian, loved and cherished as the mortal daughter he had lost so many centuries ago. He took her from the ancient cities as the Prince�s sheriff was now hunting for him. In their new home he taught her many things about the ways of the great Malkav. M&M kept his young childe safe and sheltered just as the Toreador Prince attempted to do, out of touch and away from any and all who could possibly cause her harm for many centuries. But one eve he made a fateful error and invited the devil into his own haven, introducing the handsome young man to his childe. The man, Exael, though not kindred, was far from mortal. He had an ethereal beauty about him, long golden hair, and eyes so green. He immediately fell for the young woman who�s innocence and purity shown brightly in her dark violet eyes, making plans to sweep the childe off her feet and steal her away from the only real �father� she had ever known. M&M grew suspicious of this young man whom he had befriended, becoming jealous of the time he spent with his childe. He confronted him early one eve of his intentions. The two fought, but Exael�s aim was true. M&M�s final death came swiftly to him that eve. His childe felt his passing, still trembling, the blood tears streaming down her ivory cheeks when Exael found her later that eve. He spoke to her of his undying love, and how he would care for her eternally. M&M had protected her well from the world, and because of that she never learned to distrust others. When she realized the man who held her, who comforted her over her sire�s death wore his blood on his shirt, it was too late for her for the dagger plunged swiftly into her chest. Exael could not look into her eyes as he took her life that night, bringing to her final death. As her soul parted her body he was there, capturing it as it passed through the Shadowlands. And that is when she became as he, one of the Malakim. He returned her to her body, the incantations of the angel Exael healed the wounds on the vessel she now resided in. She was the same, and yet different. The darkened wings she now wore, matched the new sadness that lived within her dark violet eyes. The sorrow and betrayal that he had brought her was something that would ne�er be forgotten. Her fragile heart destroyed by the first and only man she had ever loved, lay shattered in pieces on the floor. Twas then that the Archangel Eli appeared. The dissonance caused by Exael ringing through the celestial realms. The taking of a life without just cause was forbidden, and on this night Exael had taken two. Exael was cast out for his sins, committing the greatest sin of the Malakim, dishonor. Eli looked upon the childe that Exael created. Eli, the Archangel of creation, smiled at her seeing the innocence still in her eyes hidden behind the sorrow. He allowed her to remain as she was now, one of the Malakim. Her body that of a vampire, she does not need blood to live, but still craves it. Eli and the Archangel Gabriel have taken her as their ward. She is watched over by the angels above, their special angell of the darkness. �donc doux n'�tait jamais si fatal� �et mourir de plaisir, sans la crainte, � jamais� |
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| this model of darkest ~~~~~> was created for me by someone very dear to me... he created the skin for use in our adventures in the online Masquerade game... she even wears the Malakim symbol of the flaming sword on her necklace... |