BEATRiCE.

[beatrice]

Out Of Character

What would you liked to be called?: Beatrice.
Are you over the age of 13?: Yes.
Have you read and understood all the rules?: Yes.

In Character

Name: Beatrice Simoni Allegheri. [bee-ah-treesh-ay all-ay-gahr-ee]
Age: Over four-hundred years, but with the permanent apperance of a twenty-one year old.
Gender: Woman.
Species: Night Crawler.
Special Power: Extra Strength.

Father: Paolo Allegheri.
Mother: Giulianna Simoni Allegheri.
Siblings: Rafaello, Tomaso, and Vivianna Simoni Allegheri.
Partner: None.

Apperance: Flawless, the kind of perfection that draws innocent strangers to her without so much as a suggestive glance. The main reason for her success in the world of the Night Crawlers is because of her beauty, which draws all sorts of creatures into her venomous clutches. Therefore, she doesn't need extraordinary speed to track her victims. All she needs is the strength to end their lives, which she certainly has. Her shape is immaculate, from her long, slender legs to her skinny waist, the wide hips and the slightly above-average sized chest. She stands at about 5'8", maybe a little taller, though it's hard to tell because of her style in shoes. Hardly ever is she seen in anything except for heels, which adds anywhere from two to five inches to her height. Beatrice has perfected the art of walking on dangerously tall heels, and even with them has a confident, superlative stride that wouldn't be faulted even if somebody stuck their foot out to trip her. Although, if this were the case, she'd just slam her pointed heel into their ankle as they were extending their leg. What a sweetheart.

Before being changed into a vampire, Beatrice boasted natural chestnut hair and bright green eyes. Since the bite, the natural chestnut hair has gradually changed to a lighter shade, a golden blond. The green eyes have turned almost purple, though at first glance they'd look like a deep blue, and her lips.... Well, let's just say at one point in her life, her lips were so thin that one couldn't see them from ten feet away. She looked as if there was just a hole where her mouth was. And, to make things even better her lips had been almost the color of her skin. Never having bothered with lip liner, stick, or gloss, Beatrice had actually never been fazed nor had she noticed this physical quirk of hers. About a month after being changed, she was gifted full lips that were dark pink in color, with a natural shine (though some extra coloring and some gloss doesn't ever hurt). Other things that have changed since she's become a vampire include the condition of her skin (Beatrice was, at one point, a pepperoni face and her skin was rough and unpleasant to the touch), the size of her feet (disproportionately small), and her posture.
Animal Form && Apperance: N/a.

Icon of Character (50 x 100): Here.
Signature of Character (500 x 300): Above.

Personality: What a complicated character, she is...however Beatrice only has one side to her, no multiple personalities or strange mood swings. No...Beatrice is always calm, seductive, and alluring. Never anxious, never nervous, never scared. Her insane amount of self-confidence causes her to put herself into all sorts of odd situations, with all sorts of creatures. To put it simply, Beatrice could easily be considered a slut and probably is by many, though it's taken quite a while for her to get where she is now. Upon discovering her flawless beauty, Beatrice knew that it would come to her advantage when it came to feeding. Though, she's taken advantage of her perfection to manipulate others. She'll often give herself away to others sexually in return for a favor or two, because she knows that she will be completely unaffected by it. She can't get pregnant, STD's wouldn't phase her due to her immortality, so what else is there that could possibly go wrong?

Beatrice is an extremely outgoing individual. With nothing holding her back, she feels that there isn't a need for her to avoid talking to others or associating with different creatures at different times. In the end, earning the respect (or admiration) of others will work for her benefit. And when I say her benefit, I mean hers. Beatrice thinks of nobody except for herself, her own desires on top of all others. Completely self-absorbed, she's had a long time to decide what she wants, and now three centuries later she will stop at nothing to reach her personal goals. No matter how far fetched they may seem, and no matter how many there are...in her mind, anything is possible. Everything has been possible since this world of vampires, shape-shifters, and magic users has become clear and obvious in her eyes. Since then, she's continued to convince herself that the word "never" shouldn't be included in her vocabulary. Unless it refers to reproduction or falling in love.

Just like never, "love" is a word that she doesn't use, and hasn't used since she kissed her mother on the cheek the night before she was changed into a vampire, which also happened to be the last time she saw her mother. Or any other family member, for that matter. But anyways, Beatrice doesn't believe in love. She's seen so many families crumble in front of her eyes, her heart been shattered time and time again, that she's vowed to never use the word. Plus, why would she want to? Her whole life would be ruined, her career would be in the toilet. Her career of enticement, the addiction to the crazy sex-life she led would diminish, because of whomever dared to cause such havoc in her presently perfect lifestyle. Plus, Beatrice didn't believe that she was capable of feeling such an emotion. Her lack of empathy, compassion, and her almost emotionless attitude would easily prevent that. It seems that the only emotion she can provide anybody is makeshift happiness and humor, with genuine voluptuousness.

She doesn't usually like competition, therefore she doesn't usually like to be around women if there are men around. However, she won't result in mouthing off to anybody unless they provoke her in an inappropriate way or decide to shove her around. Surprisingly, whenever men aren't around, she's actually quite friendly and easy to be around. She still shows lack of care for others opinions, feelings, and emotions, though most females she hangs around are just as selfish and uncaring as she, therefore nobody really cares what anybody else thinks. On the other hand, she also gets jealous of other men when around men, and women when around women. She likes to be the center of attention and enjoys being adored, therefore will start freaking out if somebody else is momentarily in the spotlight. Plus, she shows a slight attraction to females too, though if she had to choose between a man and a woman she'd definitely choose the man. Being the whore she is, she'd happily lean both ways if there was something in it for her. And did I forget to mention? She bites when she gets excited...she has a strong bite.
Strengths:

• Controlling herself around potential prey (ie. anything with a beating heart). Until the moment is right anyways.
  
• Alluring others with her suggestive attitude and essentially flawless appearance.
  
• Hunting.
  
• Reading others emotions through facial expression (though she hasn't perfected that talent just yet).
  
• Socializing.

Weaknesses:

• Has a promiscuous reputation.
  
• Self-beneficiary circumstances.
  
• Men just as alluring as herself.
  
• Extremely selfish.
  
• Lacks empathy and generally doesn't care about anybody except for herself.

Mental Health: Slightly insane.
Likes:

• Men.
  
• Music.
  
• Socializing.
  
• Sex.
  
• Self-beneficiary circumstances.
  
• Hunting.
  
• Nightlife.
  
• Daytime as well, even though it's sometimes uncomfortable she likes the warmth of the sun on ocassion.

Dislikes:

• Running.
  
• Sports.
  
• Children.
  
• The concept of love.
  
• The woods.
  
• Confined areas.
  
• Reptiles.

Past: Beatrice was born in Florence, Italy, Beatrice was raised by a wine farmer and a housewife, along with two older brothers and a younger sister. Beatrice had always been a small thing, for her parents had hardly enough money to nourish she and her three siblings as well as pay for the land and feed the livestock that they raised. Beatrice hardly ever spoke to anybody except for her family for the first sixteen years of her life, and finally left the farm and didn't return for a good two years. She spent most of her time in the province of Tuscany, especially her home town Florence, yet in the more inhabited parts of the city. Such as the Palazza della Signorina, where the famous statue of David was sculpted by Michelangelo. Beatrice was fascinated by the architecture, as she still is, yet left Italy on a voyage to America after a very emotional goodbye from her family.

She arrived in America about six months later, and lived there peacefully for approximately year, give or take a month or two, before meeting the most enticing man she'd ever met. In Italy, she'd never been in a relationship that lasted more than two months...always getting dumped with the excuse "There's someone else." That someone else just turned out to be someone beautiful and perfect, someone that she obviously wouldn't ever amount to. The fact that this man seemed so charming, and not to mention he was pretty attractive as well, and he wanted her (so it seemed to her, anyways), sent her into something like a high. Her mood didn't falter for at least two weeks. Things started to regulate again once she realized it was all real, and when the three month mark passed they still hadn't really gone serious...their relationship consisted of kisses and dinner dates. Beatrice liked it this way, she didn't want to take it fast in fear of getting hurt by him if he decided to leave.

Five months or so into their relationship, she'd opposed to them doing anything any more serious than a passionate kiss, and was appalled when a drunken version of her boyfriend burst into her door and started swearing at the top of his lungs, smacking her with his hands and pushing her to the ground. She fought with all her might, screamed as loud as she could manage, though nobody came to save her. The man she'd been courting raped her, then up and left and she never saw him again. This is probably one of the few memories that she can actually recall from before the change...for it had such a traumatic effect on her.

Little did she know that the reason for her never seeing him again was because he was murdered that night. A curious young man, no older than 25 so it seemed, had saw him staggering out of her home and going to sit out in front. He'd heard the screams, and the shouts, and had been concerned. Seeing a breathless, drunken male wasn't a good sign. He was destroyed swiftly and noiselessly, and his body was disposed of. The stranger then entered the house, noticing a mangled woman upon the floor of her home. She was losing blood quickly, and there was no hope in saving her. For some reason, the stranger looked at her and saw such beauty and potential that he did what he had to do to keep her alive. The stranger just so happened to be a Night Crawler, or a vampire. He then fled, he too never to return to her again.

About a month later began the rest of Beatrice's life. She changed for the worse, and somehow transformed too slowly to notice into a beautiful woman that most men were having trouble resisting. The newly changed vampiress didn't trust men just yet, and honestly never really would again the same way that she used to. As time passed, Beatrice migrated with the Americans across the country several times. During treks by foot from one side of the country to the other, Beatrice discovered how easily murder came to her. At one point, she was killing twice a day, though discovered soon that she herself would be murdered if she didn't discover a new eating habit. Until the downfall of the human race around one hundred years later, she would eat once every two weeks, each time in a difference town or city so as not to blow her cover.
Example:

Her balance was near perfect, dainty paws carrying her along the top of the natural formed rock wall encircling the pond beneath her. If she fell into it, it would hurt...a lot. The pond was shallow, and not only would it be the collision between her and the earth that would hurt, it would be the smack of the water. She shivered at the thought, though kept her balance flawlessly and continued to graceful hop along the edge. She enjoyed the risk for one reason or another, and she was proud of herself for not having fallen yet. Not that she expected herself to. Just testing herself. Her reflection in the water below shimmered with the light of the stars above, the moon wasn't in view for some reason. At least in the reflection of the sky beheld in the water. Guinevere seated herself at the edge, leaning over the side of the rock wall and staring into the water, before tilting her head upwards to gaze at the heavens. She'd fallen in love with the stars at a young age. She didn't remember the first time she found herself mystified by the dazzling sparkles so far up in the sky, but she remembers the feeling that rushed over her, the same feeling that continues to even now so many nights later.

A raven cawed in the distance, though it was a faint noise. The sound didn't echo as it would in the forest, for there weren't many structures for the vibration to bounce off of in this plain. What a wonderful plain it was though. The gibbous above shone brightly on the green blades of grass, which were still due to the lack of wind gusts. Sniffing the air, Guinevere decided it would be hard to detect the arrival of a stranger, for there was no breeze delivering foreign scents to her. All she could smell was the damp fragrance of the pond below her. She wondered if it would dirty her coat to swim in it. She detected no slime coating on the rock walls, though it was possible that she could just be overlooking those hints that the water was dirty because of the dark. A sudden breeze struck and weaved between her coat, her ears blowing in the direction the wind was traveling, and her tail was tickled by the grass which was rested in behind her.

She could smell a doe nearby, the breeze having delivered the scent. She turned her head in the direction from whence it came, and saw the silhouette of a full grown doe on the horizon line. She didn't feel like attempting to bring it down, plus she most likely wouldn't succeed on her own anyways. Guinevere knew that it was hard for a she-wolf of her stature to take down such large game; in fact, it was difficult for her to overpower anything bigger than a large jackrabbit. And she didn't kill birds. Therefore, her diet consisted of mostly small rodents. With a sigh of contentment, she looked back to the sky, gazing with infatuation at the stars and moon. It was pretty funny how much they fascinated her.

i hope it's okay that the example is from a wolf rping website. :]

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