§.:Name:.§Valerie Delgado, true name
~¤ Daenna¤~
§.:Race:.§ Vampire (Ravnos Clan)
§.:Age:.§ 8,347
¤ here is the fun part ..she claims 6th gen but is actually an Antediluvian the former wife of Dracian. She keeps this very quiet and no one outside the Oni at this point knows this.
§.:Weapons:.§
¤2 specifically modified glocks that carry penetrative rounds with the power to pierce the skull of a werewolf .
¤Two stunning hadafang, about 3 feet long each, with inscriptions down the sides pertaining to her true liniage
¤She owns a complex bow but uses it more for play than battle, although she is exceptional with it.
§.:Fighting style:.§
¤ Hand to hand
¤ blades
¤ illusionary tactics ~what I cant give everything away stare
§. razz ersonality:.§
In addition to the ability to stand and fight if necessary, she can slip in and out of the shadows with mastery in the art of simply disappearing. She has illusionary magic being of the Ravnos clan and can take someone into a world of her own creation. She has the ability to make the illusion so real that the individual will actually smell the flowers and taste the food in the realm of her illusion. She is convincing, beautiful, seductive, knowledgable, playful, and enticing which she can use to their fullest extent. She guards her actual age very closly and you must be in her inner most circle to discover who she really is.
As a Ravnos, Valerie tends to live in extremes. Passions burn brightly, and she holds her live-for-the-moment attitude dear. But the other side of this coin, and perhaps the driving force behind her determination to reach new heights of head-spinning intoxications and trickery, arises from two sources. The first of these threats stems from within the family itself. The Ravnos family is named for the first shilmulo who walked in their midst as a Romani. Since then, the number of Romani vampires has grown, and all are members of the Ravnos family. Even if a Gypsy from another family is taken by a Ravnos in the tumnimos, the Embrace, she is from that time forth a member of the Ravnos.
Any of Valerie's clan vampires can seek any of the Ravnos family for aid whenever necessary. As such, the Ravnos are careful that their homes, vans, trailers, and wagons have at least one place where no sunlight can ever reach. Sometimes a particular shilmulo will adopt a kumpania and travel with it, too often feeding on his own kin. Ravnos vampires who feed on Gypsies have to fight their own form of addiction, as the Abilities they lost in the Embrace flood back to them while the Romani Blood again flows in their unliving veins. Similarly, many young Ravnos get off on drinking the blood of the shilmulo, becoming addicted to the power and highs the shilmulo blood grants. But most Ravnos fear the attentions and ministrations of their vampiric kin. However, Ravnos are family, whether mortal, kindred, gypsy or no, the Ravnos shall always aid their fellow kin. The vampiric Ravnos have rejected the laws of Camarilla society and choose to live in a democracy, though they are considered anarchs by those under Camarilla laws.
As a Ravnos Valerie loves companionship, trys to avoid direct physical confrontations and is a master of lies and deceit.
One of Valerie's most obvious traits adn charestic of the ravnos is the nomadic lifestyle she has led. Few ravnos would ever consider staying in one city for an extended amount of time. Those who have adapted to an urban lifestyle change their havens on a regular basis, never staying in one for more than a month.
The ravnos are accepted only within their own family group (if they are of gypsy blood). though ravnos live much like gypsies, they are not accepted by them. while most blame this on the ravnos unquenchable compulsions to lie and steal from those around them, others say the very auras of the ravnos repulse the sensitive gypsy mystics.
Theft and con games are the most common aspects of the ravnos lifestyle. constant traveling makes it harder for a ravnos to be caught engaging in their favorite pastimes, and gives them an infinite number of marks and shills to take advantage of. ravnos find no greater pleasure than taking advantage of other kindred, and a vampire is advised to watch his wallet, gun, and pants while these licks are around.
Free movement is very highly regarded by her clan. They freely move back and forth between cities controlled by the camarilla and those controlled by the sabbat. anyone who attempts to prevent ravnos from entering a city is given the "treatment"- large groups of the clan will enter the city and give it a thorough scouring. few princes have the courage to risk such and, despite their disgust, most do not prevent ravnos from entering thieir city.
Ravnos take their personal and clan honor very seriously, and it is one of their most prized possessions. however, the code of honor by which they live is quite different from the rules most folk follow. they do not place much pride in keeping their word unless they shake hands on it- after spitting into their palms (with blood, of course). they are honor-bound to avenge themselves if anyone besmirches their honor or "good name." they do not cheat or steal from others of the clan, but feel no such compunctions about outsiders. friendship is valued highly, and they always come to the aid of those whom they consider to be "brothers."
§.:History:.§
On the night of her wild flight with Sarrath from the Ivory City, the newly empowered daenna grieved mightily for her beloved shimulo husband. Determined to discover the truth of his fate, Daenna turned back on her path, leaving her brother Sarrath to await her return. Searching for Dracian, Daenna returned to the smoldering ruins of their former home, still warm with the embers of fire and the memories of her heart. Heedless of any possible danger, Daenna threw wide the gates to her senses and sent her soul searching for any trace of her shimulo husand. Some say she stood among the ashes for hours, others say for days, but finally one tendril of her glorious mind brushed against the least vestige of her husband's form. Searching grimly in he dirt and ashes, Daenna finally spotted a small rock encrusted with the tarnished stains of Dracian's once-flowing blood: all that remained of her beloved.
After the first wave of tears that washed over her had passed, Daenna took the stone and fled the city for good.
Years passed and Daenna moved among the humans of the world with a passion unequaled by other mortals. As her children grew in number, the mother of us all loked carefully on them, from the youngest babe to the oldest grandmother, until she found one man among all her children who carried in him a passion almost he equal of Daenna's. The man's name was Ravnos, and to him Daenna passed her husband's legacy. Placing the blooded stone on Ravnos' tongue, Daenna bit her own tongue through before kissing him fully on the mouth. Willing the ancient blood to work its maic, Daenna lifted up her knife and plunged the blade into Ravnos' breast, holding him tightly as she felt his life's Blood ebb and wane and then strengthen again in her embrace.
Thus did Daenna and her husband create their only child, and from him sprung the shilmulo known to the other vampires as Ravnos. But Ravns had children of his own before Daenna chose him to be transformed, and these children protected their father as all who are family protect each other. Some of hese children Ravnos in turn transformed into beings like himself, but most he left alive and human. And from these are the Ravnos t The Ravnos have long been part of Gypsy society, even while remaining separate from it. Over the years,ruly descended.
the Ravnos family spread and became more and moe aware of the vampire politics running under the doings of the mortals, as tidal currents run beneath seemingly calm waters. But Ravnos and those of his children he made shilmulo didn't care much for the politics of the Children of Caine. Sure, some of it was fun, and the vampires were always easy marks, for they took themselves so very seriously, but such grand scheming as went on amogst most of the Cainites was just not for Ravnos and his relations.
Now that her ancient past has been explained lets move into more recent past 1400 b.c. and lovely Spain.
She had children out there somewhere, but what had become of them she did not know. She missed them, and it was apparent. Once they had been her pride and joy as they had traveled the world in the search for the perfect balance of existence. They were beautiful and she had adored them, back when her heart still understood what the warmth of love felt like and when she had known what compassion truly meant. She had watched them grow into strong, insightful Vampires, the kind of beings that were respected and looked to as the wise sages they were meant to be. They were a powerful and beautiful troop to say the least and they acquired admirers wherever they went. Her children had been the pride of her existence but the youngest of them was the downfall of them all.
Ahnehelle was her baby. A stunning child and the apple of Valerie's eye, Ahnehelle was a slender and graceful child with hair the color of corn silk bleached by the sun and eyes that were the deepest of blues. She was a gentle child and Valerie had discovered her one evening as she wandered the forests of Denmark in the early Fourteenth century. She was propped up under a tree and sleeping like an angel. Valerie had hopped into a tree to watch the stunning little girl, her golden eyes watching her little chest rise and fall gently as she breathed the breath of a deep sleep. She could not have been more than about 7 years old and Valerie was taken with her immediately. She watched silently as the child began to whimper in her sleep and then awoke crying. Valerie spoke softly into the night air with a thick Spanish accent, "Child do not cry for there are ones to keep you safe. You are not alone.'
Valerie learned that Ahne�s family had been slain by a band of wandering gypsies when her father had tried to best the leader of the troop in a game of chance and had lost. Valerie took Ahne in her arms at that very moment and would never let her go. She took her back to her home in Spain and introduced her to the rest of the family. They loved her immediately and for a time they were happy till Ahne began to ask many questions. Valerie answered them as best she could; having never hidden the fact that Ahne�s new family were all Vampires that Valerie had embraced herself. Valerie cherished Ahne�s humanity and made her to understand that she would never turn her no matter what circumstances arose. She wanted Ahne to have a mortal life of happiness and love but Valerie was so clouded in her pure assessment of Ahne that she was blinded to see what was happening right in front of her face.
From the day Valerie had returned with Ahnehelle, one of her sons, Aaron had become enchanted with the little girl. Valerie had mistaken his attention for brotherly love and failed to notice that his intentions were to actually groom Ahne to be his very first embrace and his love when the time was right. As Ahne began to mature Valerie taught her the was to keep herself safe but to also enjoy the pleasures a woman is afforded and can manifest in the presence of a man. She wanted her youngest to understand how wonderful the passion and lust of a pure beating heart can be. She wanted her to cherish her humanity and the excitement that could be had from such a fresh existence. But Aaron�s pull on Ahne had become greater than Valerie could have ever imagined. Valerie�s world of beauty and balance was about to come crashing down around her head and the blow was going to be enough to nearly destroy her.
She walked the grounds of their mansion late one night listening to the wind in the trees, as she was prone to do. She loved the evening and all the creatures of the night that dwelled within the dark recesses of the evening�s mists. She looked to the mansion and scanned the rooms to see who was still up. She could see flickering candlelight coming from Aaron�s window and she smiled softly. �He must be entertaining again,� she thought to herself. She walked for a few more minutes and then decided to retire for the rest of the evening. As she entered the hall that the bedchambers were all located off of she walked past Aaron's door and she paused for a brief moment. She could hear his moans of ecstasy coming from the other side of the door and she smiled to herself. "Another fallen to his charms, I only hope he disposes of the body this time. I hate cleaning up after him" she thought and took two steps towards her own bed chambers when she heard a sound that not only stopped her in her tracks, but made her sick to her stomach.
There was the moan of a woman, a whisper, names spoken in love and lust. Words whispered in the throws of passion. Her eyes narrowed and she turned on her heel and kicked the door open. She stood there looking upon their naked bodies; blood on both their lips and her heart broke. He had directly defied her and she had taken the teaching of her mother and s**t on them. Valerie's mind spun. She opened her mouth to speak but nothing would come out. A tear ran down her face as she looked into the eyes of her daughter and Ahne stared back at her with fear and sadness. "No" Valerie whispered as she clutched the doorframe. Ahne had been embraced and was now destined to an eternity of torment that that young woman could not even imagine. Being a woman and a Vampire was the most difficult life one could be handed. Valerie raged at Aaron but in the final blow to what ever Valerie had left of her heart, Ahne stood between Valerie and Aaron and renounced Valerie as her mother and told her that she was going to be with Aaron for all eternity. Ahne's eyes grew cold and dark and the stunning sparkle that had graced them in life faded to a dark dullness and Valerie backed out of the room.
~¤ Daenna¤~
§.:Race:.§ Vampire (Ravnos Clan)
§.:Age:.§ 8,347
¤ here is the fun part ..she claims 6th gen but is actually an Antediluvian the former wife of Dracian. She keeps this very quiet and no one outside the Oni at this point knows this.
§.:Weapons:.§
¤2 specifically modified glocks that carry penetrative rounds with the power to pierce the skull of a werewolf .
¤Two stunning hadafang, about 3 feet long each, with inscriptions down the sides pertaining to her true liniage
¤She owns a complex bow but uses it more for play than battle, although she is exceptional with it.
§.:Fighting style:.§
¤ Hand to hand
¤ blades
¤ illusionary tactics ~what I cant give everything away stare
§. razz ersonality:.§
In addition to the ability to stand and fight if necessary, she can slip in and out of the shadows with mastery in the art of simply disappearing. She has illusionary magic being of the Ravnos clan and can take someone into a world of her own creation. She has the ability to make the illusion so real that the individual will actually smell the flowers and taste the food in the realm of her illusion. She is convincing, beautiful, seductive, knowledgable, playful, and enticing which she can use to their fullest extent. She guards her actual age very closly and you must be in her inner most circle to discover who she really is.
As a Ravnos, Valerie tends to live in extremes. Passions burn brightly, and she holds her live-for-the-moment attitude dear. But the other side of this coin, and perhaps the driving force behind her determination to reach new heights of head-spinning intoxications and trickery, arises from two sources. The first of these threats stems from within the family itself. The Ravnos family is named for the first shilmulo who walked in their midst as a Romani. Since then, the number of Romani vampires has grown, and all are members of the Ravnos family. Even if a Gypsy from another family is taken by a Ravnos in the tumnimos, the Embrace, she is from that time forth a member of the Ravnos.
Any of Valerie's clan vampires can seek any of the Ravnos family for aid whenever necessary. As such, the Ravnos are careful that their homes, vans, trailers, and wagons have at least one place where no sunlight can ever reach. Sometimes a particular shilmulo will adopt a kumpania and travel with it, too often feeding on his own kin. Ravnos vampires who feed on Gypsies have to fight their own form of addiction, as the Abilities they lost in the Embrace flood back to them while the Romani Blood again flows in their unliving veins. Similarly, many young Ravnos get off on drinking the blood of the shilmulo, becoming addicted to the power and highs the shilmulo blood grants. But most Ravnos fear the attentions and ministrations of their vampiric kin. However, Ravnos are family, whether mortal, kindred, gypsy or no, the Ravnos shall always aid their fellow kin. The vampiric Ravnos have rejected the laws of Camarilla society and choose to live in a democracy, though they are considered anarchs by those under Camarilla laws.
As a Ravnos Valerie loves companionship, trys to avoid direct physical confrontations and is a master of lies and deceit.
One of Valerie's most obvious traits adn charestic of the ravnos is the nomadic lifestyle she has led. Few ravnos would ever consider staying in one city for an extended amount of time. Those who have adapted to an urban lifestyle change their havens on a regular basis, never staying in one for more than a month.
The ravnos are accepted only within their own family group (if they are of gypsy blood). though ravnos live much like gypsies, they are not accepted by them. while most blame this on the ravnos unquenchable compulsions to lie and steal from those around them, others say the very auras of the ravnos repulse the sensitive gypsy mystics.
Theft and con games are the most common aspects of the ravnos lifestyle. constant traveling makes it harder for a ravnos to be caught engaging in their favorite pastimes, and gives them an infinite number of marks and shills to take advantage of. ravnos find no greater pleasure than taking advantage of other kindred, and a vampire is advised to watch his wallet, gun, and pants while these licks are around.
Free movement is very highly regarded by her clan. They freely move back and forth between cities controlled by the camarilla and those controlled by the sabbat. anyone who attempts to prevent ravnos from entering a city is given the "treatment"- large groups of the clan will enter the city and give it a thorough scouring. few princes have the courage to risk such and, despite their disgust, most do not prevent ravnos from entering thieir city.
Ravnos take their personal and clan honor very seriously, and it is one of their most prized possessions. however, the code of honor by which they live is quite different from the rules most folk follow. they do not place much pride in keeping their word unless they shake hands on it- after spitting into their palms (with blood, of course). they are honor-bound to avenge themselves if anyone besmirches their honor or "good name." they do not cheat or steal from others of the clan, but feel no such compunctions about outsiders. friendship is valued highly, and they always come to the aid of those whom they consider to be "brothers."
§.:History:.§
On the night of her wild flight with Sarrath from the Ivory City, the newly empowered daenna grieved mightily for her beloved shimulo husband. Determined to discover the truth of his fate, Daenna turned back on her path, leaving her brother Sarrath to await her return. Searching for Dracian, Daenna returned to the smoldering ruins of their former home, still warm with the embers of fire and the memories of her heart. Heedless of any possible danger, Daenna threw wide the gates to her senses and sent her soul searching for any trace of her shimulo husand. Some say she stood among the ashes for hours, others say for days, but finally one tendril of her glorious mind brushed against the least vestige of her husband's form. Searching grimly in he dirt and ashes, Daenna finally spotted a small rock encrusted with the tarnished stains of Dracian's once-flowing blood: all that remained of her beloved.
After the first wave of tears that washed over her had passed, Daenna took the stone and fled the city for good.
Years passed and Daenna moved among the humans of the world with a passion unequaled by other mortals. As her children grew in number, the mother of us all loked carefully on them, from the youngest babe to the oldest grandmother, until she found one man among all her children who carried in him a passion almost he equal of Daenna's. The man's name was Ravnos, and to him Daenna passed her husband's legacy. Placing the blooded stone on Ravnos' tongue, Daenna bit her own tongue through before kissing him fully on the mouth. Willing the ancient blood to work its maic, Daenna lifted up her knife and plunged the blade into Ravnos' breast, holding him tightly as she felt his life's Blood ebb and wane and then strengthen again in her embrace.
Thus did Daenna and her husband create their only child, and from him sprung the shilmulo known to the other vampires as Ravnos. But Ravns had children of his own before Daenna chose him to be transformed, and these children protected their father as all who are family protect each other. Some of hese children Ravnos in turn transformed into beings like himself, but most he left alive and human. And from these are the Ravnos t The Ravnos have long been part of Gypsy society, even while remaining separate from it. Over the years,ruly descended.
the Ravnos family spread and became more and moe aware of the vampire politics running under the doings of the mortals, as tidal currents run beneath seemingly calm waters. But Ravnos and those of his children he made shilmulo didn't care much for the politics of the Children of Caine. Sure, some of it was fun, and the vampires were always easy marks, for they took themselves so very seriously, but such grand scheming as went on amogst most of the Cainites was just not for Ravnos and his relations.
Now that her ancient past has been explained lets move into more recent past 1400 b.c. and lovely Spain.
She had children out there somewhere, but what had become of them she did not know. She missed them, and it was apparent. Once they had been her pride and joy as they had traveled the world in the search for the perfect balance of existence. They were beautiful and she had adored them, back when her heart still understood what the warmth of love felt like and when she had known what compassion truly meant. She had watched them grow into strong, insightful Vampires, the kind of beings that were respected and looked to as the wise sages they were meant to be. They were a powerful and beautiful troop to say the least and they acquired admirers wherever they went. Her children had been the pride of her existence but the youngest of them was the downfall of them all.
Ahnehelle was her baby. A stunning child and the apple of Valerie's eye, Ahnehelle was a slender and graceful child with hair the color of corn silk bleached by the sun and eyes that were the deepest of blues. She was a gentle child and Valerie had discovered her one evening as she wandered the forests of Denmark in the early Fourteenth century. She was propped up under a tree and sleeping like an angel. Valerie had hopped into a tree to watch the stunning little girl, her golden eyes watching her little chest rise and fall gently as she breathed the breath of a deep sleep. She could not have been more than about 7 years old and Valerie was taken with her immediately. She watched silently as the child began to whimper in her sleep and then awoke crying. Valerie spoke softly into the night air with a thick Spanish accent, "Child do not cry for there are ones to keep you safe. You are not alone.'
Valerie learned that Ahne�s family had been slain by a band of wandering gypsies when her father had tried to best the leader of the troop in a game of chance and had lost. Valerie took Ahne in her arms at that very moment and would never let her go. She took her back to her home in Spain and introduced her to the rest of the family. They loved her immediately and for a time they were happy till Ahne began to ask many questions. Valerie answered them as best she could; having never hidden the fact that Ahne�s new family were all Vampires that Valerie had embraced herself. Valerie cherished Ahne�s humanity and made her to understand that she would never turn her no matter what circumstances arose. She wanted Ahne to have a mortal life of happiness and love but Valerie was so clouded in her pure assessment of Ahne that she was blinded to see what was happening right in front of her face.
From the day Valerie had returned with Ahnehelle, one of her sons, Aaron had become enchanted with the little girl. Valerie had mistaken his attention for brotherly love and failed to notice that his intentions were to actually groom Ahne to be his very first embrace and his love when the time was right. As Ahne began to mature Valerie taught her the was to keep herself safe but to also enjoy the pleasures a woman is afforded and can manifest in the presence of a man. She wanted her youngest to understand how wonderful the passion and lust of a pure beating heart can be. She wanted her to cherish her humanity and the excitement that could be had from such a fresh existence. But Aaron�s pull on Ahne had become greater than Valerie could have ever imagined. Valerie�s world of beauty and balance was about to come crashing down around her head and the blow was going to be enough to nearly destroy her.
She walked the grounds of their mansion late one night listening to the wind in the trees, as she was prone to do. She loved the evening and all the creatures of the night that dwelled within the dark recesses of the evening�s mists. She looked to the mansion and scanned the rooms to see who was still up. She could see flickering candlelight coming from Aaron�s window and she smiled softly. �He must be entertaining again,� she thought to herself. She walked for a few more minutes and then decided to retire for the rest of the evening. As she entered the hall that the bedchambers were all located off of she walked past Aaron's door and she paused for a brief moment. She could hear his moans of ecstasy coming from the other side of the door and she smiled to herself. "Another fallen to his charms, I only hope he disposes of the body this time. I hate cleaning up after him" she thought and took two steps towards her own bed chambers when she heard a sound that not only stopped her in her tracks, but made her sick to her stomach.
There was the moan of a woman, a whisper, names spoken in love and lust. Words whispered in the throws of passion. Her eyes narrowed and she turned on her heel and kicked the door open. She stood there looking upon their naked bodies; blood on both their lips and her heart broke. He had directly defied her and she had taken the teaching of her mother and s**t on them. Valerie's mind spun. She opened her mouth to speak but nothing would come out. A tear ran down her face as she looked into the eyes of her daughter and Ahne stared back at her with fear and sadness. "No" Valerie whispered as she clutched the doorframe. Ahne had been embraced and was now destined to an eternity of torment that that young woman could not even imagine. Being a woman and a Vampire was the most difficult life one could be handed. Valerie raged at Aaron but in the final blow to what ever Valerie had left of her heart, Ahne stood between Valerie and Aaron and renounced Valerie as her mother and told her that she was going to be with Aaron for all eternity. Ahne's eyes grew cold and dark and the stunning sparkle that had graced them in life faded to a dark dullness and Valerie backed out of the room.
