Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Jun 29, 2007 19:20:40 GMT -5
Name-
Eithne Marie Byrn (Blaise)
Age-
appears 18, real age unknown- she lost track
Date of Birth-
the 14th day of April
Homelands-
Androsia Foothills
Race-
Vampire
Class-
Mage (Gray)
Final-
Divination of the Snare
Eithne summons a combination of light magic and dark magic together and into a form of magic that she has never seen anyone use before. She gathers it into a single orb and will weave it into a new form or leave it at is, though most likely it would shape into an arrow or something of the sort and she'll fire it at her opponent, and even though it escapes from visibility completely once the tip hits the target, it's power continues through them- even in some cases through several opponents.
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{Weapon information}
(Aurora)
A surprisingly light claymore sword that has but not a single scratch upon it's blade, which is thanks to the fact that Eithne cares for it religiously. The weapon has a pair of names etched in it's hilt, 'Eithne and Adem' though whoever this strange Adem person is seems unknown. The pommel has no pommelstone as might be expected and overall it seems plain in design except for the delicate and sweeping way the lettering was written for the names.
[The only enchantment that Aurora has is one to make it lighter, no strength or accuracy spells or seals on it, not even a protective ward to help protect Eithne]
{Armour Information}
(Shroud of Grimoire)
A long jacket, dark as a starless night sky, at the waist it's tied with a belt though it's certainly baggy on Eithne's slim frame. A strip of black material is buttoned in the front to hide her torso since she finds it's easier to deal with people when they don't know what you look like. Silver edges along the collar of the jacket that runs up over the lower half of her face when she has it buttoned up all the way. When she wishes to speak or plans on doing so then she'll unbutton it, but usually this means that it's closed the latter of the time.
[The Shroud of Grimoire is resistant to elemental magic and will not be pierced by weapons though the force of impact still has ability to cause damage.]
{Accessory Information}
(Amulet of Sunlight)
A necklace on a delicate copper chain that's double looped around her neck seeing as it would be far too long otherwise, a large, smooth edged, rectangular sheet of stone that's clear as water with pure sunlight almost like a seed in its center hangs from the chain. She wears it all the time, though not always around her neck, sometimes it also works as a belt as well. She's just never without it, no matter how she's wearing it.
[Before the Amulet was able to heal her and help her gain strength though since she was turned, it was useless to her, but the sentimental value is too great for her to actually get rid of it. The amulet also helps keep other vampires away.]
{Physical Description and Personality}
Eithne is a creature of a tall and slender build, her skin lightly tanned which was certainly an odd thing for a vampire, her hair an ebon black that shines red in even the clearest light, her eyes like drops of crimson, most of the time she'll have it pulled back in a messy bun though occasionally it may be seen hanging down her back or in her face. Though she is delicate in frame, her looks are mightily deceiving, she is able to lift heavy objects with ease. She wears a long, black jacket that runs to her knees. From the look of the jacket, it wasn't hers to begin with, she had probably received it secondhand from someone else, the sleeves too long and loose around her waist. A black skirt is worn under her jacket, the hem of the skirt two inches above her knee, her slender black boots run up to two inches below her knee. What her shirt looks like is nigh a mystery since it's always covered by her jacket though one can only be guessing that it's black in color. She wears a pair of goggles around her neck most of the time, though what exactly their use is has never been shared with anyone and she's rarely been seen wearing them either. She carries a large claymore on her back as well, she uses this weapon very rarely but can be seen polishing it in her spare time.
She's rather apathetic most of the time and will rather silently sit through whatever it is that she does not like instead of bothering to say something about it, usually when she's bored, unhappy, or sad -basically anything less than contentment- she will be seen polishing away at her sword tirelessly. She doesn't care too terribly much for people who make a big deal about emotions and since emotions are something that most other people have- she's vaguely... disdainful of the presense of others. Not only that but she never gets too attatched to people because of the knowledge that most people aren't too fond of a vampire chick and even more so a vampire chick as uncaring as her. So she is likely to negate any attempts at friendship.
The odd thing about Eithne and her being a vampire is the fact that even though she's come to terms with herself being a vampire, she still becomes nervous around other vampires and will never trust them because she knows what they are capable. She considers all vampires to be lying creatures who would doublecross someone- no matter how close to them- at a moment's notice. Where she got these ideals is unkown but they are the ideals she holds, another question being whether she acts like this, and again the answer is unkown.
{Background}
Eithne was born into a normal, middle class family and had a pretty decent life, she had a lot of your average friends. Nothing seemed particularly strange about her, though when she was a young child it was noted that she was very sickly and though nothing could be found as to why this was, it ensued untill she was well the age of seven. At that time, her parents moved from the dense forests of Phiilya to the Androsia Foothills.
After moving she spent long hours of the day, laying on the floor, sleeping in the sunlight that poured into thier new home. Previously when they had lived in Phiilya thier home was always dark, save lanterns. This was due to the dense foliage from the evergreens that surrounded the house and it always seemed that Eithne was too poor of health to wander far from the house anyways so it didn't matter much. Upon thier moving though, something amazing happened to poor little Eithne's health and she grew stronger and stronger at almost an alarming rate. She ventured into the town and began meeting the other children her age, as well as the adults. She watched the blacksmith at work with his smithing, the fletcher with his fletching and she grew smart and resourceful. She spent much time around the smithy's shop as she watched them at thier trade, though she always seemed to have an eye watching the apprentice boy, Adem. She would spend countless hours watching the brown haired, emerald eyed Adem at work, learning intently in the process, though her knowlege was worthless without practice. She would point out Adem's mistakes and offer advice in metalworking untill in frustration he replied, "Well if you think you can do better! I'd like to see you try!" Eithne accepted his challenge and began working on a sword, when she was finished it was warped and brittle. Adem then began to help her fine tune her abilities in swordmaking and general smithing as well. The two bonded deeply and even fell in love over time, and then it became simply a matter of time before she turned eighteen.
It was realized that Eithne had a special connection with light itself, she was an elemental though not particularly your average kind. Her element was Sunlight itself, that was why when she was devoid of it she would become sickly and when she spent her days with it swathed against her face she would grow strong and able. Though nobody in her town had a particular knowlege or talent for magic, her parents bought books from peddlers and salesmen to help her in her learning. She found the work hard and tedious, finding very little information that would help her in learning her particular element so she never became to terribly powerful with it. She still learned, though. Some of the things she learned were best kept secret in all honesty, she was not the daughter of her father. Her real father was a powerful dark mage who was known as Raven Blaise, Eithne's mother had an affair and the result from it was Eithne herself. This didn't do many good things to her self esteem but she vowed to find the infamous Raven Blaise some day, she wished to meet her true father.
Upon the arrival of her eighteenth birthday she had a small celebration with her family and was given a few special items which included a new dress which seemed to be made of silk. She thanked her parents for the gift and the next day when she went about the town she wore the dress to show it to the others in town, she recieved gifts as well from her friends who had seen the weak, sick young girl blossom into the woman she was that day and Eithne was beyond grateful for what they had given her but was still deeply saddened because she hadn't seen Adem all day. Later that evening she was approached by Adem who asked for her hand in marriage and Eithne said yes and so they were engaged, of course. (What did you think would happen? Geez! Nothing bad happens yet! Geez! Bloodthirsty, good for nothing jerks!)
That night was Eithne walked home, she seemed in a total daze as she thought about the fact that she was going to marry Adem, her eyes were starry as she danced on her way home.
Eithne skipped in a circle as she made her way towards her home, a basket looped over her arm, carrying her gifts she had recieved from the others but none of them seemed to compair to what Adem had given her, and what she was giving him. They were giving each other thier lives. She began daydreaming as she wandered, her eyes glittered as she gazed at the starry night sky.
Alysdair's red eyes sparked like flames as he stalked after the young woman, his footsteps silent on the ground as he looked at his prey. His fangs grew long and he licked his lips in anticipation of the act ahead, he slinked through the shadows and towards Eithne. He had done some talking earlier that day and found her name was Eithne, and it was obvious that she was perfect for the role he needed to be played. He needed a progeny. "Eithne..." he whispered into the wind like a secret and it drifted to the ears of the young woman.
Eithne heard her name and she stopped dead cold, the voice seemed to beckon her to do so and so she obeyed. For such a simple tone and utterance, there was such persuasion in it that it was scary. She looked behind her and saw a pair of red eyes, no more than slits in the darkness and she began to feel herself began to drown in the crimson pools of blood, everything else fealt blurred and fuzzy except for the eyes that remained crisp, they were the only thing that seemed real, everything else seemed like a dream.
Alysdair stepped from the shadows and approached Eithne, "Hello my puppet." he whispered into the lady's ear tenderly as he ran his thin fingered hands through her hair.
Eithne's mind was in a jumble and she couldn't think of anything to say or do, she didn't pull away from the stranger, instead she fealt herself lean into him, in response to his greeting she uttered a soft mumble as her mind began to try sorting out what was going on though nothing seemed to work.
"Come with me, darling." he said as he stepped away, one arm hung to his side, his other hand clasped around Eithne's as he lead her towards the inn. The lights inside the ground level shone into the street and Alysdair brought his captive through the doorway, the dead body of the innkeeper lay not far away.
Eithne saw the death and understood what it was but like everything else, her mind was at a loss as to what she was to do, just one thought echoed in her mind, 'Follow him.' she wasn't sure exactly why she followed the stranger, and into the inn of all places but a feeling in her heart made it pulse the need to obey through her veins and working her muscles to obey the ominous, superimposed thoughts.
The two went up the stairs and into one of the rooms, red rose petals lay accross the floor and various candles throughout the room, in the middle of the room lay a bed, luxurious silk sheets draped over the mattress and incense burned as well, the room carried a sweet aroma that hung thick like magic.
Eithne's mind panicked though still there was the voice that seemed to overpower anything she wanted to do or say, her hands trembled and her breath was unsteady as she was lead to the bed, and then more commands came and she was still unable to do anything to stop, 'Who is this guy, whats going on and what am I doing? Oh God! What AM I Doing!?!'
Eithne did as Alysdair willed her to do, every movement like a puppet on strings and her mind was too foggy and clouded to see what exactly was happening, her thoughts never reached a state of comprehension where she would understand what was actually going on that night.
The night continued, much to Alysdair's delight and Eithne's muddled discontent but when the sun rose Alysdair was fast asleep while Eithne was in an exhausted stupor next to him, her hair matted like a net gently against the side of his face. Sweat beaded on her brow and the only noise in the room was the gentle whisper of her rapid, tired breaths, the sun was blocked away by heavy drapes so as to keep Alysdair safe from the instantly being turned into ash deal.
Eithne was no longer human, she was turned that night and was a Kindred now, a Vampire. She hated her master, Alysdair to the core of her damned soul, wishing with every passing moment that she could kill him where he stood, but one thing could not be denied. That Alysdair was more powerful than she, it was proven when they first met and he so easily had his way with her. The moments echoed in her mind when the town had found out what had happened when she was pulled away from her family, a leash tied around her neck as she was dragged out of town, down the middle of the street. Mothers clutched their children close to keep them safe from the dangerous creatures.
She wasn't sure if she was depressed or relieved by the fact that her parents were not there to see her in her hour of shame, but she knew the sting of Adem's sadness. He couldn't watch as she was pulled away, Adem had averted his gaze from her. She was unclean now, not worthy of the love she had known since she was young, and had returned so happily though such pleasant things were her past, there was nothing but the bitter sting of immortality ahead of her. She belonged to this vampire now, like a slave only worse, she was his progeny, in how this strange new world of vampires and demons considered it, she was created by Alysdair and that was all that there was to it.
The memories haunted her dreams but nothing could be helped about it so she told nobody of her dreams and slowly but surely she became more enclosed and talked less and less.
She still used her light magic, in fact- she began to excel at it even! It was a way to pass the time and an ability she had that was far out of Alysdair's reach. The light magic within her gave her advantages that were not possessed by the average vampire, she was unaffected by the rays of sunlight that would normally ash another vampire instantly. She still had the other weaknesses of vampires other than that, such as crosses, silver, holy water, a stake through the heart (though it's only in theory, nobody's gonna test it.), though the whole garlic thing is a myth and doesn't affect really any vampire.
Eithne and Alysdair traveled for many hundreds of years it seemed like, though time becomes trivial once you're immortal. On several occasions Alysdair tried to have his way with Eithne again but he never succeded again since not only was Eithne a vampire as well now, but she spent long hours not only working on her magics and combat, but also on training her willpower. The only time when Eithne and Alysdair seemed to get along over all those years seemed to be when they were seeking prey, otherwise there was an uneasy, benign tension that bit at the air around them.
Over thier travels they had met very many other vampires and seen many different cultures as well, Eithne made sure to learn something in each city and town she visited. She learned the value of study and practice quickly with this life and dealing with other people became unnessesary since all she ever had was books, and her combat practice that was all she really wanted, and so- her overly exceptional social skills faded away into obscurity and ceased to exist alltogether so she was no longer adequate in the world today, even though she understood it exceedingly well- the one thing she didn't get was people.
The only person she had to talk to (and only when necessary) was Alysdair so her outlook on life wasn't a particularly sunny one though if someone ever asked her she was, "Content, there's enough prey so we haven't had to kill each other... yet." and that was most one ever heard from her at one time, other possibilities were phrases such as, "No", "Perhaps", or the occasional, "Aye." otherwise she was silent as a church mouse, well perhaps a dead churchmouse at that.
Once she had helped a vampire slayer in an attempt to destroy several other vampires, which included Alysdair in the lot and unfortunatly the vampire slayer failed and was killed. Lucky enough for Einthe she was not found out to be his accomplice, she placed all the right evidence so that it would point to another and leave her clean from all suspicion. The kindred who had been found guilty in her place was staked and Einthe watched without emotion. Survival was key and all that mattered in the world, what else was there to do in the world when you are dead, other than to make certain that you don't die a second time. Strange, I know.
Over time Eithne had severed her mental ties to Alysdair and was able to leave him, so she traveled, perfecting her white magic and continuing in her studies of her black magic as well. She merged the two together as well, light and darkness as one, gray.
She reached the point where she knew that she'd have to find some sort of school or academy to learn at and that was when she caught word of Twilight Moon Academy and she worked hard to let them know she existed and in good time she received a letter. She then made her way to The Acedemy, she traveled alone which she found to suit her quite well to be honest. She became dissapointed upon nearing the Ghost Shipyard though, the presense of took her off balance but she simply told herself it was what needed to be done.
{Pictures}
Eithne Marie Byrn (Blaise)
Age-
appears 18, real age unknown- she lost track
Date of Birth-
the 14th day of April
Homelands-
Androsia Foothills
Race-
Vampire
Class-
Mage (Gray)
Final-
Divination of the Snare
Eithne summons a combination of light magic and dark magic together and into a form of magic that she has never seen anyone use before. She gathers it into a single orb and will weave it into a new form or leave it at is, though most likely it would shape into an arrow or something of the sort and she'll fire it at her opponent, and even though it escapes from visibility completely once the tip hits the target, it's power continues through them- even in some cases through several opponents.
[glow=gray,4,300]----------------------------[/glow]
{Weapon information}
(Aurora)
A surprisingly light claymore sword that has but not a single scratch upon it's blade, which is thanks to the fact that Eithne cares for it religiously. The weapon has a pair of names etched in it's hilt, 'Eithne and Adem' though whoever this strange Adem person is seems unknown. The pommel has no pommelstone as might be expected and overall it seems plain in design except for the delicate and sweeping way the lettering was written for the names.
[The only enchantment that Aurora has is one to make it lighter, no strength or accuracy spells or seals on it, not even a protective ward to help protect Eithne]
{Armour Information}
(Shroud of Grimoire)
A long jacket, dark as a starless night sky, at the waist it's tied with a belt though it's certainly baggy on Eithne's slim frame. A strip of black material is buttoned in the front to hide her torso since she finds it's easier to deal with people when they don't know what you look like. Silver edges along the collar of the jacket that runs up over the lower half of her face when she has it buttoned up all the way. When she wishes to speak or plans on doing so then she'll unbutton it, but usually this means that it's closed the latter of the time.
[The Shroud of Grimoire is resistant to elemental magic and will not be pierced by weapons though the force of impact still has ability to cause damage.]
{Accessory Information}
(Amulet of Sunlight)
A necklace on a delicate copper chain that's double looped around her neck seeing as it would be far too long otherwise, a large, smooth edged, rectangular sheet of stone that's clear as water with pure sunlight almost like a seed in its center hangs from the chain. She wears it all the time, though not always around her neck, sometimes it also works as a belt as well. She's just never without it, no matter how she's wearing it.
[Before the Amulet was able to heal her and help her gain strength though since she was turned, it was useless to her, but the sentimental value is too great for her to actually get rid of it. The amulet also helps keep other vampires away.]
{Physical Description and Personality}
Eithne is a creature of a tall and slender build, her skin lightly tanned which was certainly an odd thing for a vampire, her hair an ebon black that shines red in even the clearest light, her eyes like drops of crimson, most of the time she'll have it pulled back in a messy bun though occasionally it may be seen hanging down her back or in her face. Though she is delicate in frame, her looks are mightily deceiving, she is able to lift heavy objects with ease. She wears a long, black jacket that runs to her knees. From the look of the jacket, it wasn't hers to begin with, she had probably received it secondhand from someone else, the sleeves too long and loose around her waist. A black skirt is worn under her jacket, the hem of the skirt two inches above her knee, her slender black boots run up to two inches below her knee. What her shirt looks like is nigh a mystery since it's always covered by her jacket though one can only be guessing that it's black in color. She wears a pair of goggles around her neck most of the time, though what exactly their use is has never been shared with anyone and she's rarely been seen wearing them either. She carries a large claymore on her back as well, she uses this weapon very rarely but can be seen polishing it in her spare time.
She's rather apathetic most of the time and will rather silently sit through whatever it is that she does not like instead of bothering to say something about it, usually when she's bored, unhappy, or sad -basically anything less than contentment- she will be seen polishing away at her sword tirelessly. She doesn't care too terribly much for people who make a big deal about emotions and since emotions are something that most other people have- she's vaguely... disdainful of the presense of others. Not only that but she never gets too attatched to people because of the knowledge that most people aren't too fond of a vampire chick and even more so a vampire chick as uncaring as her. So she is likely to negate any attempts at friendship.
The odd thing about Eithne and her being a vampire is the fact that even though she's come to terms with herself being a vampire, she still becomes nervous around other vampires and will never trust them because she knows what they are capable. She considers all vampires to be lying creatures who would doublecross someone- no matter how close to them- at a moment's notice. Where she got these ideals is unkown but they are the ideals she holds, another question being whether she acts like this, and again the answer is unkown.
{Background}
Eithne was born into a normal, middle class family and had a pretty decent life, she had a lot of your average friends. Nothing seemed particularly strange about her, though when she was a young child it was noted that she was very sickly and though nothing could be found as to why this was, it ensued untill she was well the age of seven. At that time, her parents moved from the dense forests of Phiilya to the Androsia Foothills.
After moving she spent long hours of the day, laying on the floor, sleeping in the sunlight that poured into thier new home. Previously when they had lived in Phiilya thier home was always dark, save lanterns. This was due to the dense foliage from the evergreens that surrounded the house and it always seemed that Eithne was too poor of health to wander far from the house anyways so it didn't matter much. Upon thier moving though, something amazing happened to poor little Eithne's health and she grew stronger and stronger at almost an alarming rate. She ventured into the town and began meeting the other children her age, as well as the adults. She watched the blacksmith at work with his smithing, the fletcher with his fletching and she grew smart and resourceful. She spent much time around the smithy's shop as she watched them at thier trade, though she always seemed to have an eye watching the apprentice boy, Adem. She would spend countless hours watching the brown haired, emerald eyed Adem at work, learning intently in the process, though her knowlege was worthless without practice. She would point out Adem's mistakes and offer advice in metalworking untill in frustration he replied, "Well if you think you can do better! I'd like to see you try!" Eithne accepted his challenge and began working on a sword, when she was finished it was warped and brittle. Adem then began to help her fine tune her abilities in swordmaking and general smithing as well. The two bonded deeply and even fell in love over time, and then it became simply a matter of time before she turned eighteen.
It was realized that Eithne had a special connection with light itself, she was an elemental though not particularly your average kind. Her element was Sunlight itself, that was why when she was devoid of it she would become sickly and when she spent her days with it swathed against her face she would grow strong and able. Though nobody in her town had a particular knowlege or talent for magic, her parents bought books from peddlers and salesmen to help her in her learning. She found the work hard and tedious, finding very little information that would help her in learning her particular element so she never became to terribly powerful with it. She still learned, though. Some of the things she learned were best kept secret in all honesty, she was not the daughter of her father. Her real father was a powerful dark mage who was known as Raven Blaise, Eithne's mother had an affair and the result from it was Eithne herself. This didn't do many good things to her self esteem but she vowed to find the infamous Raven Blaise some day, she wished to meet her true father.
Upon the arrival of her eighteenth birthday she had a small celebration with her family and was given a few special items which included a new dress which seemed to be made of silk. She thanked her parents for the gift and the next day when she went about the town she wore the dress to show it to the others in town, she recieved gifts as well from her friends who had seen the weak, sick young girl blossom into the woman she was that day and Eithne was beyond grateful for what they had given her but was still deeply saddened because she hadn't seen Adem all day. Later that evening she was approached by Adem who asked for her hand in marriage and Eithne said yes and so they were engaged, of course. (What did you think would happen? Geez! Nothing bad happens yet! Geez! Bloodthirsty, good for nothing jerks!)
That night was Eithne walked home, she seemed in a total daze as she thought about the fact that she was going to marry Adem, her eyes were starry as she danced on her way home.
But she was being watched.
Eithne skipped in a circle as she made her way towards her home, a basket looped over her arm, carrying her gifts she had recieved from the others but none of them seemed to compair to what Adem had given her, and what she was giving him. They were giving each other thier lives. She began daydreaming as she wandered, her eyes glittered as she gazed at the starry night sky.
Alysdair's red eyes sparked like flames as he stalked after the young woman, his footsteps silent on the ground as he looked at his prey. His fangs grew long and he licked his lips in anticipation of the act ahead, he slinked through the shadows and towards Eithne. He had done some talking earlier that day and found her name was Eithne, and it was obvious that she was perfect for the role he needed to be played. He needed a progeny. "Eithne..." he whispered into the wind like a secret and it drifted to the ears of the young woman.
Eithne heard her name and she stopped dead cold, the voice seemed to beckon her to do so and so she obeyed. For such a simple tone and utterance, there was such persuasion in it that it was scary. She looked behind her and saw a pair of red eyes, no more than slits in the darkness and she began to feel herself began to drown in the crimson pools of blood, everything else fealt blurred and fuzzy except for the eyes that remained crisp, they were the only thing that seemed real, everything else seemed like a dream.
Alysdair stepped from the shadows and approached Eithne, "Hello my puppet." he whispered into the lady's ear tenderly as he ran his thin fingered hands through her hair.
Eithne's mind was in a jumble and she couldn't think of anything to say or do, she didn't pull away from the stranger, instead she fealt herself lean into him, in response to his greeting she uttered a soft mumble as her mind began to try sorting out what was going on though nothing seemed to work.
"Come with me, darling." he said as he stepped away, one arm hung to his side, his other hand clasped around Eithne's as he lead her towards the inn. The lights inside the ground level shone into the street and Alysdair brought his captive through the doorway, the dead body of the innkeeper lay not far away.
Eithne saw the death and understood what it was but like everything else, her mind was at a loss as to what she was to do, just one thought echoed in her mind, 'Follow him.' she wasn't sure exactly why she followed the stranger, and into the inn of all places but a feeling in her heart made it pulse the need to obey through her veins and working her muscles to obey the ominous, superimposed thoughts.
The two went up the stairs and into one of the rooms, red rose petals lay accross the floor and various candles throughout the room, in the middle of the room lay a bed, luxurious silk sheets draped over the mattress and incense burned as well, the room carried a sweet aroma that hung thick like magic.
Eithne's mind panicked though still there was the voice that seemed to overpower anything she wanted to do or say, her hands trembled and her breath was unsteady as she was lead to the bed, and then more commands came and she was still unable to do anything to stop, 'Who is this guy, whats going on and what am I doing? Oh God! What AM I Doing!?!'
Eithne did as Alysdair willed her to do, every movement like a puppet on strings and her mind was too foggy and clouded to see what exactly was happening, her thoughts never reached a state of comprehension where she would understand what was actually going on that night.
The night continued, much to Alysdair's delight and Eithne's muddled discontent but when the sun rose Alysdair was fast asleep while Eithne was in an exhausted stupor next to him, her hair matted like a net gently against the side of his face. Sweat beaded on her brow and the only noise in the room was the gentle whisper of her rapid, tired breaths, the sun was blocked away by heavy drapes so as to keep Alysdair safe from the instantly being turned into ash deal.
Eithne was no longer human, she was turned that night and was a Kindred now, a Vampire. She hated her master, Alysdair to the core of her damned soul, wishing with every passing moment that she could kill him where he stood, but one thing could not be denied. That Alysdair was more powerful than she, it was proven when they first met and he so easily had his way with her. The moments echoed in her mind when the town had found out what had happened when she was pulled away from her family, a leash tied around her neck as she was dragged out of town, down the middle of the street. Mothers clutched their children close to keep them safe from the dangerous creatures.
She wasn't sure if she was depressed or relieved by the fact that her parents were not there to see her in her hour of shame, but she knew the sting of Adem's sadness. He couldn't watch as she was pulled away, Adem had averted his gaze from her. She was unclean now, not worthy of the love she had known since she was young, and had returned so happily though such pleasant things were her past, there was nothing but the bitter sting of immortality ahead of her. She belonged to this vampire now, like a slave only worse, she was his progeny, in how this strange new world of vampires and demons considered it, she was created by Alysdair and that was all that there was to it.
The memories haunted her dreams but nothing could be helped about it so she told nobody of her dreams and slowly but surely she became more enclosed and talked less and less.
She still used her light magic, in fact- she began to excel at it even! It was a way to pass the time and an ability she had that was far out of Alysdair's reach. The light magic within her gave her advantages that were not possessed by the average vampire, she was unaffected by the rays of sunlight that would normally ash another vampire instantly. She still had the other weaknesses of vampires other than that, such as crosses, silver, holy water, a stake through the heart (though it's only in theory, nobody's gonna test it.), though the whole garlic thing is a myth and doesn't affect really any vampire.
Eithne and Alysdair traveled for many hundreds of years it seemed like, though time becomes trivial once you're immortal. On several occasions Alysdair tried to have his way with Eithne again but he never succeded again since not only was Eithne a vampire as well now, but she spent long hours not only working on her magics and combat, but also on training her willpower. The only time when Eithne and Alysdair seemed to get along over all those years seemed to be when they were seeking prey, otherwise there was an uneasy, benign tension that bit at the air around them.
Over thier travels they had met very many other vampires and seen many different cultures as well, Eithne made sure to learn something in each city and town she visited. She learned the value of study and practice quickly with this life and dealing with other people became unnessesary since all she ever had was books, and her combat practice that was all she really wanted, and so- her overly exceptional social skills faded away into obscurity and ceased to exist alltogether so she was no longer adequate in the world today, even though she understood it exceedingly well- the one thing she didn't get was people.
The only person she had to talk to (and only when necessary) was Alysdair so her outlook on life wasn't a particularly sunny one though if someone ever asked her she was, "Content, there's enough prey so we haven't had to kill each other... yet." and that was most one ever heard from her at one time, other possibilities were phrases such as, "No", "Perhaps", or the occasional, "Aye." otherwise she was silent as a church mouse, well perhaps a dead churchmouse at that.
Once she had helped a vampire slayer in an attempt to destroy several other vampires, which included Alysdair in the lot and unfortunatly the vampire slayer failed and was killed. Lucky enough for Einthe she was not found out to be his accomplice, she placed all the right evidence so that it would point to another and leave her clean from all suspicion. The kindred who had been found guilty in her place was staked and Einthe watched without emotion. Survival was key and all that mattered in the world, what else was there to do in the world when you are dead, other than to make certain that you don't die a second time. Strange, I know.
Over time Eithne had severed her mental ties to Alysdair and was able to leave him, so she traveled, perfecting her white magic and continuing in her studies of her black magic as well. She merged the two together as well, light and darkness as one, gray.
She reached the point where she knew that she'd have to find some sort of school or academy to learn at and that was when she caught word of Twilight Moon Academy and she worked hard to let them know she existed and in good time she received a letter. She then made her way to The Acedemy, she traveled alone which she found to suit her quite well to be honest. She became dissapointed upon nearing the Ghost Shipyard though, the presense of took her off balance but she simply told herself it was what needed to be done.
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