The life of a vampire is never a dull one, and I, the oldest of my kind, enjoy a life nonpareil. My family is well-travelled, indulged in every luxury and experience. We have fought many foes, known much peril, and have grown to understand that a discreet existence affords many hidden pleasures. Over the centuries I have lost family, offspring, but I learned long ago that time's dark wings rush us ever onwards, and that to allow the heart and mind to linger over the passing of the days is to invite blackest despair; for I do have a heart, though not many would hear me own it.
And yet, the quiet onrush of time seems louder to me lately, I begin to feel restless. The world is changing, we are less remote. There are new faces in our midst, faces that cover calculating minds. The newcomers are unlike the peasants who were my feudal protectees, unlike the farmers who keep the towns together. I have walked among my subjects for centuries, choosing whether or not to be seen, but these new faces, they see me. I sense change at hand.
My brides sense my mood, and believe it to be unease. It is difficult to explain to them that we have lived sedately for long enough, and that their Master is ready once more to terrorise the night, come what may.
Name : Sara Eleanore Jones
Age : 16
Hair : Waist length, brown
Eyes : Soft Blue
Skin : Pale
Weapon of Choice : Crossbow, Sword
Maritial Status : Single
Relatives : None
DOB : January 19th 1872
Blood Type : O+
My name is Sara Eleanore Jones. Not a very unusual name, eh? Well it wasn't meant to be. My Mentor, the Old Sorcerer Mynthor, gave it to me. When I was a little baby, I was left alone in the world when my Mother, Gloria Jones, was taken from my by a Fever. Mynthos took me in and taught me the ways of Magic. I suppose you could call me a Mage-in-Training then!!! He told me I inheirited the gift from my Father, which would be great, if I knew who my Father was. When I young I had a Friend named Tammy. We played together all the time. One day Tammy didn't come out to play. Turns out she was killed by Vampires. From then I have sworn to fight them all. Never will I forget what they did to poor Tammy. My name is Sara Eleanore Jones, and this is where my Adventure begin...
No? Well...perhaps if I reveal some history about myself..you will.
Before this refreshing new life I lead with my Master, I believed myself to be a rather silly stubborn young girl. Born and rasied in small town near in Budapest, I lived with my pappa and mother. Back then I was overjoyed of being the only child; for I recieved their love and compassion every single minute of the day. Therefore I was spoiled with whatever I wished with all my little heart.
Mother dearest always told me I was such a beauty, perhaps this is the reason I'm happen to be my Masters favorite above my fellow brides. I remember the days when she would brush and braid my long red locks..but those days quickly disappeared once I reached womanhood. Those days of youth I hardly missed; for I was ready to powder myself and wear my hair like the other women in the villiage did. Of course they were nothing compared to me..that is why my loving Lord chose me to become his bride.
I was foolish to be frightened. Do I regret the night I ran away into his arms? No. Never. He, unlike the men in my village, showered me with praises and acknowledged me. To my master..I was a princess. He opened my eyes to a better life..A life where I would not only have everything I ever wanted..but his gentle care. I would have it no other way than to stand beside him.
Once I became a vampire, I never thought of my family again. My only concern now is to make my lords wishes come true...and no one..not even you...will come between me and my Master.
(Hope thats good...This whole profile on Aleera before her vampire years is from my own mind since i could not find any information about Aleeras life before she became a vampire. There is hardly any information on the brides so i got to use my amazing imagination :p I do not own Aleera or any of the Van Helsing characters, i just use them for my own fun :p )
Pray, allow me to introduce myself: I am Count Vladislaus Dragulia, sometimes known as Dracula to foreigners in these parts, son of Vlad Dracul. I possess 40 meaningless, human years, yet have spent countless centuries upon this godforsaken earth. For most of those centuries I have called no human 'kin,' living only to ensure the perpetuation of my kind, and the deliverance of revenge upon those who imposed this undead exile upon me. I have brides three, though it was not always that way, and my companions have varied over the ages. I am always looking for new allies in the struggle against my enemies, who reveal themselves foolishly, and have yet to best me and mine.
Name: Arene Gerheart.
Hair: Golden Blonde, very long.
Eyes: Sea Blis-green eyes with glasess at times.
Scars: Several on her legs, chest and back. Has been bitten by vampires before, but escaped.
Occupation: Huntress, though very rarely allowed on missons. Works for the Knights of The Holy Order.
Realitives: All dead.
Crushes: Van Helsing (Though hasn't said anything about it.
Strenghs: Strong in combat and itelligent. Good with swords and bows and arrows.
Weakness: Emotionaly weak, cries easily, has been mentally tortured by vampires. Poor with guns.
Personality: Kind and spunky towards friends, determained towards her enemies.
Dating status: Single.
Hope you like her. Any problems, let me know! :D
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