Post by nessa on Feb 7, 2011 14:44:57 GMT -5
THIS CHARACTAR IS GOING TO CURRENTLY BE VISITING KCSins AT THIS POINT IN TIME. Any questions? Send me a message, and I will explain further. Thank you!
Name: Vanessa Sermone
Celebrity Used: Jeniffer Walcott
Age: 33
Concept: Self-made multi-millionaire, drug-lord, multiple business owner.
Species: Pureblood Black and White Weretiger
Level: Alpha 3
Homid Height: 5'0"
Homid Weight: 99lbs(mostly chest, HA!)
Lycan Height: 5'7" from head to ass, tail not included!)
Lycan Weight: 480lbs
Eyes: Crystal blue
Hair: Depends on which animal she shifts into more often, usually more black
Race: Caucasion
Religion: Wiccan beliefs
Nationality: 50% italian, 35% German, 15% Cherokee
Languages: French, Spanish, English
Vehicle(s): Pearl white Escalade, Candy apple red Ferrari, '67 oldsmobile, Black dodge viper.
Weapon(s): 2-AK's, 2-mini-uzi's, 2-smith and wesson matching pair, 2-browning, 2-9mm, nothing in particular that's 'carried' around on her person, but they're always close by. Should always have a back-up.
Location(s): A penthouse in KCMO, and her own house out on the outskirts of KCKS
Fighting Style(s): Dirty
Dominant Hand: Right
RolePlaying Style(s): Very descriptive
Favorite Food(s): Mostly bloody
Most Hated Food(s): cheesecake...bleh...
Allergies: None
Marital Status: Widowed
Favorite Place: Enveloped in his power
Favorite Music: rock
Favorite Movie(s): Science Fiction
Mark(s) and Tattoo(s): Piercings...
Special Abilities:
All Lesser
Moderate:
Beast Quell
Familiarity
Group Detection
Increased healing
Partial Shift
ALPHA Powers:
Beast Calling
Beast Claws
Commanding
Invokation
Rejuvination
Shields
History:
Vanessa Sermone had never been human all of her life. She was born a tiger, born into a clan and escaped as soon as she was physcially able. Which was at the age of 17. Having graduated from highschool, she took a college course in massage therapy, later on to indulge herself into becoming a licensed chiropractor. Having ascended quickly through the ranks of power levels, she was a young alpha, who would never raise in Alpha status for many years after reaching thus. A weak alpha, as life hadn't taught her enough for her to gain a better understanding of her own niche in this world.
Escaping a marriage proposal, she flees to New Orleans for a 'vacation'. Inadvertantly moving herself right on in with the blood district. As Vanessa had kept her life quite busy, it was the first time she took the time out to enjoy what life she was given. And it took even less time to hit the radar of certain others. Marni, a vampire, whom for some strange reason befriended the woman, would be her key to understanding just how deep a hole that this world could burry her in. One night, being savagely engrossed in battle with a male alpha tiger, Vanessa was put in her place, among other things, when coming across Roman Dostov. The man, the beast, that would always hold a key to her heart, and to the black tiger. Roman would show her the true keys to surviving in the preternatural world, beyond what power one would assume they possess.
Ahh, Roman. A mentor, a teacher, an artist, a lover, a husband. This man was everything to Vanessa, happily caught and enslaved to his will and his ways, and learning and growing in her own right, though hardships and heartache was always a pay as you go thing with Roman. And once Vanessa got a better grasp on her world, the two would be a pair of Alphas that none would want to rival in New Orleans, aquiring their own clan of tigers that sprung up from the very ashes of creation. Remy, among Nessa's favorites, and not to mention the wolves. Whom she'd had numerous friends from. Vanessa was never one to discriminate, the more the merrier, though perhaps that was due to the discrimination of her own kind since before her birthing. Compelled to change the world, one lycan at a time!
Though it wouldn't be long before everything comes crashing down. As if a domino effect begins, and won't be stopped until it is all said and done. A change calls for the clan to relocate, Kansas City, of all places. But Roman never comes back from his dealings in Russia. A female messenger delivers a note of Roman's death to Vanessa, and grief-stricken, she killed the messenger a few moments later. She would never recover from such, even if she had, by law, inherited everything the man had ever owned. Now useless property in New Orleans, and some others around the country, and of course, his fortune. Most wouldn't believe Nessa to be a multi-millionaire, but then again, it's no one's business to know, and Vanessa keeps that sort of thing underwraps. You never know who's listening....
Kansas City....
Trevor. Perhaps one of the most talented musicians in the country, also a Master Vampire of the Belle Morte lineage. Vanessa allowed herself to be captivated once more, yet what turned from fantasy to reality, is like a gift becoming a curse. She was bound to Trevor, three marks deep, and as an alpha lycan, Trevor could never get over the fact that Vanessa was a stronger master of her power than he was. Every chance, they tested eachother, sometimes in humor, enjoyment, and sometimes in pain and agony. Vanessa, as her own force, would defy the uniformity that Trevor nearly demanded around him, and perhaps that is what they gave to eachother. Trevor, his practicality, as well as the arduer, and Vanessa, her own natural instincts to protect and cherish those as a leader should, not to mention the tremendous powerboost that she offered to his own powerbase, as well as he hers. Trevor is the only other man that holds the matching key to Vanessa's heart. As well as being responsible for her undoing, and...change towards the vampiric kind.
But again, such would never last, as both men, lycan and vampire, would fail to provide her the one thing she craves most. Freedom. Freedom to say "Fuck off" or "Fuck you, I've had enough of your shit." They based her life around their control of her, which would never truly ever last. Not with the sort of...spirit the woman inherited. And Vanessa would do the ultimate sacrifice. She would die for her sins...
Senora Dominguez had passed on the secret of capturing souls and re-instilling them to only the trusted. Heather Roque, her closest assistant in vaudaun rituals, self-proclaimed voodoo priestess/necromancer, as well as another rarity of a necromancer. Some of Vanessa's millions went out to gather the world's most powerful necromancers and vadaun practitioners for a feat that had never been attempted before. And she would die by her own hand, or so she thinks, from massive poison intake, entrusting herself to these Necromancer's whom very well could've made away with everything she owned...if she had not only partially paid them upfront...The next time she found conciousness, she was in a hospital room, surrounded by friends...
She spent three solid months in a coma, not able to break free, weakened by the disappation of those marks from the vampire who had intertwined them within her own powers. Amnesia would swallow her whole for a few long, agonizing months of forgetting many important things in her life. Many important people, but once it all came back, smashing through her mind like a freight train, grief would once again swallow her for the next few months...perhaps it would've been better leaving her mind alone, but alas, such could never come. She had to start over, it seemed, re-building her own power base, or maybe just getting back into the swing of things, she couldn't tell you what way it went, because it wasn;t like when she was growing up, but it wasn't like what she went through with Roman...a whole new type of transformation...
She had come to Vegas before, with one of the fellow necromancers that had helped bring her back to "life". Vanessa, now 30 years old, and she didn't look a day over 25. The necromancer had a great opportunity, but again, everyone sought to control the phenominal beast that Vanessa turned out to be, regardless of what obstacles came her way. And finally, she did say "Fuck it. Fuck everyone." And she became a recluse, finally indulging into the funds as a means to an end, from which another beginning started. For years, she traveled, created her specialties, enjoyed in the most illicit of pleasures a being such as herself can indulge in. Crooked, evil, predator. Her life is in her control now, and no one can, nor will, take it away from her. She didn't stay in one spot long enough for that to happen anyway, and if she did, it was because she could.
She finds herself drawn back to the City of Sin, if only for a vacation, perhaps more...She wonders if he'll be there...
Ah, Las Vegas. What more can be said about Sin City, except that it's one of the most fun places a person such as Vanessa could inhabit. For two years, she built a foundation of businesses, legal and not so legal. She easily made multiple millions in that short span of time. But then again, it took a lot of years of planning and hard work to make it thus. Owning a tattoo shop, that was run by her top artist, flourished, and even though it wasn't her biggest money-maker, it made more than enough to pay the bills, and put extra cash in her pocket. Now, her restaurant at the MGM Grand, the Black Sky, that was a treat. All high class and high prices, it was a cash crop day and night, being open twenty three hours a day, seven days a week. Though she still had a huge warehouse project that was completed by this point. There was just a certain someone she wanted to open up the concert hall with a bang...and she knew exactly who could do that. Roman had dared to show his face to Vanessa after over a decade of leaving her on her own. And she punched him, right in the fuckin' kisser for it. That bastard had some nerve coming back and pretending everything was alright, she hadn't seen Roman since then. Her black tiger missed him, but now that both knew he was still out there, there was still hope, and it didn't hurt her powerbase. But still, something is calling to her, that urge, calling to the gypsy in her for one last rendesvouz, telling her it was time to go back to the roots. Sure, these weren't childhood roots, but this place was where a whole different transformation had started for the woman.
Kansas City. She's done uprooted herself again, after a little birdie she hired told her some very useful information. It was time to show up. To rectify and redeem herself.
Name: Vanessa Sermone
Celebrity Used: Jeniffer Walcott
Age: 33
Concept: Self-made multi-millionaire, drug-lord, multiple business owner.
Species: Pureblood Black and White Weretiger
Level: Alpha 3
Homid Height: 5'0"
Homid Weight: 99lbs(mostly chest, HA!)
Lycan Height: 5'7" from head to ass, tail not included!)
Lycan Weight: 480lbs
Eyes: Crystal blue
Hair: Depends on which animal she shifts into more often, usually more black
Race: Caucasion
Religion: Wiccan beliefs
Nationality: 50% italian, 35% German, 15% Cherokee
Languages: French, Spanish, English
Vehicle(s): Pearl white Escalade, Candy apple red Ferrari, '67 oldsmobile, Black dodge viper.
Weapon(s): 2-AK's, 2-mini-uzi's, 2-smith and wesson matching pair, 2-browning, 2-9mm, nothing in particular that's 'carried' around on her person, but they're always close by. Should always have a back-up.
Location(s): A penthouse in KCMO, and her own house out on the outskirts of KCKS
Fighting Style(s): Dirty
Dominant Hand: Right
RolePlaying Style(s): Very descriptive
Favorite Food(s): Mostly bloody
Most Hated Food(s): cheesecake...bleh...
Allergies: None
Marital Status: Widowed
Favorite Place: Enveloped in his power
Favorite Music: rock
Favorite Movie(s): Science Fiction
Mark(s) and Tattoo(s): Piercings...
Special Abilities:
All Lesser
Moderate:
Beast Quell
Familiarity
Group Detection
Increased healing
Partial Shift
ALPHA Powers:
Beast Calling
Beast Claws
Commanding
Invokation
Rejuvination
Shields
History:
Vanessa Sermone had never been human all of her life. She was born a tiger, born into a clan and escaped as soon as she was physcially able. Which was at the age of 17. Having graduated from highschool, she took a college course in massage therapy, later on to indulge herself into becoming a licensed chiropractor. Having ascended quickly through the ranks of power levels, she was a young alpha, who would never raise in Alpha status for many years after reaching thus. A weak alpha, as life hadn't taught her enough for her to gain a better understanding of her own niche in this world.
Escaping a marriage proposal, she flees to New Orleans for a 'vacation'. Inadvertantly moving herself right on in with the blood district. As Vanessa had kept her life quite busy, it was the first time she took the time out to enjoy what life she was given. And it took even less time to hit the radar of certain others. Marni, a vampire, whom for some strange reason befriended the woman, would be her key to understanding just how deep a hole that this world could burry her in. One night, being savagely engrossed in battle with a male alpha tiger, Vanessa was put in her place, among other things, when coming across Roman Dostov. The man, the beast, that would always hold a key to her heart, and to the black tiger. Roman would show her the true keys to surviving in the preternatural world, beyond what power one would assume they possess.
Ahh, Roman. A mentor, a teacher, an artist, a lover, a husband. This man was everything to Vanessa, happily caught and enslaved to his will and his ways, and learning and growing in her own right, though hardships and heartache was always a pay as you go thing with Roman. And once Vanessa got a better grasp on her world, the two would be a pair of Alphas that none would want to rival in New Orleans, aquiring their own clan of tigers that sprung up from the very ashes of creation. Remy, among Nessa's favorites, and not to mention the wolves. Whom she'd had numerous friends from. Vanessa was never one to discriminate, the more the merrier, though perhaps that was due to the discrimination of her own kind since before her birthing. Compelled to change the world, one lycan at a time!
Though it wouldn't be long before everything comes crashing down. As if a domino effect begins, and won't be stopped until it is all said and done. A change calls for the clan to relocate, Kansas City, of all places. But Roman never comes back from his dealings in Russia. A female messenger delivers a note of Roman's death to Vanessa, and grief-stricken, she killed the messenger a few moments later. She would never recover from such, even if she had, by law, inherited everything the man had ever owned. Now useless property in New Orleans, and some others around the country, and of course, his fortune. Most wouldn't believe Nessa to be a multi-millionaire, but then again, it's no one's business to know, and Vanessa keeps that sort of thing underwraps. You never know who's listening....
Kansas City....
Trevor. Perhaps one of the most talented musicians in the country, also a Master Vampire of the Belle Morte lineage. Vanessa allowed herself to be captivated once more, yet what turned from fantasy to reality, is like a gift becoming a curse. She was bound to Trevor, three marks deep, and as an alpha lycan, Trevor could never get over the fact that Vanessa was a stronger master of her power than he was. Every chance, they tested eachother, sometimes in humor, enjoyment, and sometimes in pain and agony. Vanessa, as her own force, would defy the uniformity that Trevor nearly demanded around him, and perhaps that is what they gave to eachother. Trevor, his practicality, as well as the arduer, and Vanessa, her own natural instincts to protect and cherish those as a leader should, not to mention the tremendous powerboost that she offered to his own powerbase, as well as he hers. Trevor is the only other man that holds the matching key to Vanessa's heart. As well as being responsible for her undoing, and...change towards the vampiric kind.
But again, such would never last, as both men, lycan and vampire, would fail to provide her the one thing she craves most. Freedom. Freedom to say "Fuck off" or "Fuck you, I've had enough of your shit." They based her life around their control of her, which would never truly ever last. Not with the sort of...spirit the woman inherited. And Vanessa would do the ultimate sacrifice. She would die for her sins...
Senora Dominguez had passed on the secret of capturing souls and re-instilling them to only the trusted. Heather Roque, her closest assistant in vaudaun rituals, self-proclaimed voodoo priestess/necromancer, as well as another rarity of a necromancer. Some of Vanessa's millions went out to gather the world's most powerful necromancers and vadaun practitioners for a feat that had never been attempted before. And she would die by her own hand, or so she thinks, from massive poison intake, entrusting herself to these Necromancer's whom very well could've made away with everything she owned...if she had not only partially paid them upfront...The next time she found conciousness, she was in a hospital room, surrounded by friends...
She spent three solid months in a coma, not able to break free, weakened by the disappation of those marks from the vampire who had intertwined them within her own powers. Amnesia would swallow her whole for a few long, agonizing months of forgetting many important things in her life. Many important people, but once it all came back, smashing through her mind like a freight train, grief would once again swallow her for the next few months...perhaps it would've been better leaving her mind alone, but alas, such could never come. She had to start over, it seemed, re-building her own power base, or maybe just getting back into the swing of things, she couldn't tell you what way it went, because it wasn;t like when she was growing up, but it wasn't like what she went through with Roman...a whole new type of transformation...
She had come to Vegas before, with one of the fellow necromancers that had helped bring her back to "life". Vanessa, now 30 years old, and she didn't look a day over 25. The necromancer had a great opportunity, but again, everyone sought to control the phenominal beast that Vanessa turned out to be, regardless of what obstacles came her way. And finally, she did say "Fuck it. Fuck everyone." And she became a recluse, finally indulging into the funds as a means to an end, from which another beginning started. For years, she traveled, created her specialties, enjoyed in the most illicit of pleasures a being such as herself can indulge in. Crooked, evil, predator. Her life is in her control now, and no one can, nor will, take it away from her. She didn't stay in one spot long enough for that to happen anyway, and if she did, it was because she could.
She finds herself drawn back to the City of Sin, if only for a vacation, perhaps more...She wonders if he'll be there...
Ah, Las Vegas. What more can be said about Sin City, except that it's one of the most fun places a person such as Vanessa could inhabit. For two years, she built a foundation of businesses, legal and not so legal. She easily made multiple millions in that short span of time. But then again, it took a lot of years of planning and hard work to make it thus. Owning a tattoo shop, that was run by her top artist, flourished, and even though it wasn't her biggest money-maker, it made more than enough to pay the bills, and put extra cash in her pocket. Now, her restaurant at the MGM Grand, the Black Sky, that was a treat. All high class and high prices, it was a cash crop day and night, being open twenty three hours a day, seven days a week. Though she still had a huge warehouse project that was completed by this point. There was just a certain someone she wanted to open up the concert hall with a bang...and she knew exactly who could do that. Roman had dared to show his face to Vanessa after over a decade of leaving her on her own. And she punched him, right in the fuckin' kisser for it. That bastard had some nerve coming back and pretending everything was alright, she hadn't seen Roman since then. Her black tiger missed him, but now that both knew he was still out there, there was still hope, and it didn't hurt her powerbase. But still, something is calling to her, that urge, calling to the gypsy in her for one last rendesvouz, telling her it was time to go back to the roots. Sure, these weren't childhood roots, but this place was where a whole different transformation had started for the woman.
Kansas City. She's done uprooted herself again, after a little birdie she hired told her some very useful information. It was time to show up. To rectify and redeem herself.
