Post by DIANA EVELYN AMBROSE on Aug 24, 2010 22:59:37 GMT -5
DIANA EVELYN AMBROSE
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Name: Diana Evelyn Ambrose
Nicknames: Di , Dinah, Ana
Age: 120
Gender: Female
Orientation: Straight
Occupation: Antique dealer & appraiser, coven record keeper
Species: Vampire
Ability and Talent: Touchnopath
If Diana had to use one word to describe herself it would be regal. She always stands with her back straight, never slouches and always has this look of extreme displeasure on her face as if she can’t stand the rest of the world around her. Her general facial expressions make sure to keep unwanted attention away from her, unless someone is feeling particularly lucky (or stupid) that day. Standing at 5’5”, she’s not tall but not necessarily short either. Lean muscle ripples beneath the surface of her pale skin and her blond hair is kept short in an effort to keep her from looking like an awkward school girl.
Since she was only seventeen when she was turned into a vampire she struggles to dress accordingly. On one hand she likes wearing clothes that a normal seventeen year old girl might wear; on the other she feels the need to dress much older to reflect her actual age and lofty maturity. Often times she just switches on and off depending on her mood and what she has planned for the day. If she’s staying in the shop she dresses quite maturely in business slacks, oxfords and blouses. She doesn’t wear skirts because of Rickey’s penchant for diving under the counter. She enjoys many colors, mostly black and white because they go with everything, but she favors dark colors more than bright colors and pastels. She also loves heels and only buys the finest in footwear to match the rest of her wardrobe. The only time she wears grungy or dirty clothing is when she’s doing store inventory, running around the town or at fencing practice.
While Diana naturally exhibits other personality traits, the most abundant is that she is extremely ambitious. Her drive to be the best overshadows most other things in her life. She has goals and she’s not afraid to pursue them. While she’s far from cutthroat, due to an unfortunate event that lead to her death, Diana does find a certain joy in getting ahead of the crowd by unexpected means. She was raised in an environment that didn’t put up with much nonsense and to this day she tolerates little mischief or shenanigans from those around her. She also hates suckups and ass-kissing, in her mind it’s almost worse than trying to achieve your goals by dishonest means. Blunt honesty is usually how Diana approaches issues; she feels it does a person no good to beat around the bush on important matters. She can also be terribly sarcastic and loves getting under the skin of others if the situation calls for it, usually by pointing out that person’s flaws or insinuating that they are less than intelligent due to their behavior.
At first glance Diana often comes across as aloof, scathing and cold. In reality she is simply a very serious person and doesn’t find time to be amused by the idle chatter of those around her. Even as a mortal she found gossip distasteful and pointless…unless it benefited her in some way. While she certainly never started any unsavory rumors she never stopped them either, especially if they were about a rival. While she doesn’t take well to nonsense there is still a certain amount of flair and elegance about her actions and deeds. She does not actively seek attention, no in fact, oftentimes Diana seems to avoid attention if possible, she’d much rather be left alone in a quiet place so she can think and muse on the day’s events and her future goals. Yet still she sometimes finds herself the center of admiration or attention when she least expects it. She also really enjoys reading and hates being interrupted, especially if she’s engaged in the text. As a record keeper for the Coven, naturally she has to do much reading in order to put things in proper perspective. Also being a lover of history she is certain to keep her eyes and ears trained to her surroundings on the off chance that something important happens.
Because of her anti-social behavior and general snobbishness Diana does not have very many friends and it doesn’t help that she often comes across as a hard ass on everyone, criticizing them for every little thing they do if it’s not proper or right to her trained (and untrained) eyes. Yet no one seems to realize that she’s harder on herself than she is on anyone else. A great example of this is how she forces her poor, younger vampire brother Ricky, to work in her shop twice a week for free in order to teach him responsibility and character. She often lectures him on maturity and his lack of having it. However what no one hears are her inner insults to herself when she gets even the slightest thing wrong or makes a social faupax, even though she’s actually quite aware of what to do in public without embarrassing herself. Luckily for the ones that are persistent (or daft) enough to gain her friendship she can be a very warm and giving person, if not a bit awkward about the whole thing, possibly a remnant of how she used to be when she was alive. She can smile and laugh much like everyone else but there is still a bit of hollowness to it as if she’s yet to get used to the fact that she’s allowed to let it all go and act a little crazy. She’s very loyal once someone has wormed their way into her good graces and will keep a secret till the end of her days if necessary.
Diana has developed what you could call a “dark” sense of humor. This means that she finds certain situations and circumstances highly amusing while other’s would most likely find them disturbing or upsetting. She has also realized in the last hundred years that she is an adrenaline junkie, whereas before she couldn’t be found dead doing anything too dangerous, now she finds that she gets a certain thrill out of other dangerous situations, and loves fencing especially. Diana is actually a very confrontational person when she feels that she or her family (especially Ricky) is being abused in some way. Her temper is lighting quick but rather than letting things go, even if she’s attacked that offense physically, she holds grudges that do not abate until she’s found some way to exact her revenge. If there is one sure-fire way to get on Diana’s bad side it is to talk down to, or try and intimidate her. Her pride simply won’t allow the offender to have the last say and she will doggedly pursue recompense for being made a fool out of. Most often this includes intimidating the other person in some manner, secretly terrorizing them or just giving them an unnerving silent treatment. Naturally this hints at having control issues and she certainly has them, not to the point where she will go crazy if things aren’t done the way she wants them too, but rest assured that if something is done improperly she will either change it herself or nag whoever did it with her sarcasm until they give in and do it her way.
There are some odd quirks about Diana that she tries to keep under wraps since they are so embarrassing; one is that she’s incredibly jealous of whomever Ricky gets close to, man or woman, friend or lover. Another that only Ricky is well aware of is that she hates sleeping alone, she will, without fail crawl into Ricky’s bed every morning and sleep with him, even though her bed is literally a few paces away. She doesn’t snuggle, or cuddle or anything like that, at least with Ricky himself, though most of the snuggling is done with a stuffed bat she calls “Merry”. The most she does do with her brother is hold onto him in some way with her hand, often she will just hold his hand in turn, though she has been known to hold his wrist, his ankle (depending on sleeping positions), his ear, his neck, his nose (once or twice) and once was a very private and personal area that embarrassed her so much she dreads the day Ricky doesn’t watch his mouth and tells everyone.
Born in 1873 to parents Emily and Wallace Ambrose in Conneticut, Diana grew up as a privileged child of the American upper class. Though she occupied the middle of seven siblings, three would die of illness before she reached the age of seventeen, despite the efforts of the best doctors her parents money could buy. Having a mind geared to remembering facts and events no matter when they occurred, Diana can tell you exactly what happened to her siblings throughout her life. Clara was the oldest, followed by Bernhart and Eugenia. After Diana was born came George, Charles and little Penelope. Bernhart died first in 1878 of pneumonia when he was ten after staying out in the snow too long. George was next in 1885 at the age of eight when he caught small pox. Penelope was the last to go, only three years old in 1886 from a fever. After that, Diana remembers her mother quite losing her mind and her sister Clara taking over the care of the household. She was thirteen when her mother died. If she had known that four years later she would follow, no doubt she would have planned accordingly.
Diana had always been the bookworm. Clara was the headstrong one, hating that Charles would someday inherit the family fortune because he was a boy and she was not. She attempted to demonstrate to her father many times that she was the one more suited to run their steel business than little Charles. It wasn’t that Clara didn’t have the skills to run the business effectively, her control issues would have dictated that no matter what she would have made their younger brother do what she wanted, it was pure bad luck that Diana’s ambition had already lead her to make her own case to her father some time before, claiming that Clara was far too emotional to be effective. Maybe that was why Clara killed her, well, tried to kill her. Yes, she’d been sneaky and underhanded, but she was a different person back then! Silent and sneaky, like a snake. When you were born the middle of seven you had to do what you had to to get ahead in life, especially if you had two older sisters ahead of you! Diana didn’t necessarily want Charles inheritance for herself; she wanted to be named part of it, to share it with her younger brother. Being only three years apart and the two youngest after George and Penelope died; they had grown closer in the years following their mother’s insanity. After much discussion even Charles was in favor of the idea.
Diana remembers exactly when she died. It was just after her 17th birthday on October 23rd 1890, she and Clara along with their sister Eugenia and her brother’s-in-law were returning from a lavish neighborhood party where Diana was courted by many young men who had recently discovered that if they married her they would be not only marrying into a powerful steel family, but also their wife would have a share of the business as well. Diana had liked the attention, at seventeen she was very ready to be married and one man in particular had been very charming. She would later remember his face quite vividly as she lay at his feet in the snow with a dagger sticking out of her chest, hazel eyes staring off into the sky. Yes, Clara, that traitorus bitch had not been happy with her father’s decision and, to get back at Diana who had wrongfully stolen her inheritance and blacked her name to her father, stabbed her in the chest on the way back home. Really though, Diana should have known something was wrong when her older sister wanted to go down the dark alley in the first place. But she was still giddy over the prospect of the handsome older man making an offer for her.
It was this man, Lionel du Maurier as she recalled that saved her from dying by taking what was left of her mortal life and giving her an immortal one. After that everything was a blur. For someone so good with dates, times, numbers and events it bothers her that the first ten years of her life as a vampire ebb and flow together with just a few images to tell her what happened in that time. She remembers lots of blood, strength, running, tangled bodies and fencing. If she remembered anything with more clarity it was the fencing. The song and flash of the blade as she whipped it through the air, practicing with Lionel who apparently had thought it interesting to teach her, though she still doesn’t know why. She was a fast learner, ambidextrous, flexible, nimble, strong, quick, everything that made it worthwhile. She remembers nothing else for a long space of years except the blade. The true story was that other than eat, sleep and occasionally have instinctual sex with some of the other vampires around her Diana did little else except sit in a corner and stare at the wall for the first two years. After that Lionel gave her a rapier and for the next eight her entire life was dedicated to that blade; except for eat and sleep she didn’t stop practicing until she could rightly be called a master and after 2,920 days of straight practice, as well she should be.
After her first ten years she calmed down, was able to socialize better with those of the coven, even made a few friends around town. With Lionel’s endorsement she was made the coven records keeper and for the next thirty years she dutifully kept the coven records, ate, slept and fenced, with the occasional sexual bout thrown in with a random human/vampire. She did experiment with women for a few years but decided she liked men better because she always ended up dominating the women she was with and frankly, she liked it better when a man took control of the situation. Also, a unique feature to Diana popped up with more prominence when she became a vampire and that was her touch cog ability. When she was a human she was too young to understand why she could occasionally see images of certain objects as she touched them but after she died it was quite easy to communicate to those around her what was going on and she was able to receive proper training. Now she uses her ability to determine if items that come into her shop are the true items or just clever copies. Not to say that Diana doesn’t know her history, an avid reader and scholar of history even before she died Diana doesn’t always rely on her ability to tell her if something is fake or not. It helps around the tourists who feel that they’ve found something worthwhile in the town because she can’t just touch something and swear she’s right, humans are a bit stupid that way. It was the coven, incidentally that helped Diana get her antique shop and accordingly she uses some of the profits to support it also, though she’s not initially combative unless she’s attacked first she does occasionally engage in territorial disputes with the other coven members if the need arises.
When she was forty she started to feel oddly nostalgic and sad and took to staring at the wall again. Lionel, for whatever reason seemed to feel that this was unacceptable, and so, one night he came back and dumped a freshly made vampire in her lap and told her he was her responsibility now. The new vampire threw his arms around her and nuzzled into her stomach before promptly turning and biting into her left wrist as she lifted it to push him away and fell asleep. After that, life became far more interesting. Her days were filled with chasing, teaching and disciplining her new “brother” that reminded her an awful lot of Charles while at the same time establishing a legitimate antiques business and keeping up her fencing. She and Lionel have a match every month, she still hasn’t won against him, but they keep drawing now so she feels the time is coming. Ricky, as the vampire called himself is really a pain in her ass. As his older sister she is forced to make sure he doesn’t kill anyone, protect him from those that he angers and keep a spot cleared under the counter for him to hide in. It should be noted importantly that Ricky and Diana do not have a romantic relationship; they tried twenty years ago with a kiss and found it not to their liking at all. Instead Diana just feels the incredible need to keep an eye on him and he clearly feels it’s his job to try and give her heart attack. Currently they are not exactly poplar, Ricky for bringing the tourists to Mercy and Diana for not stopping his stupid stunt in the first place, though to her credit it really wasn’t her fault he tied her up and shoved her off a bridge to keep her busy.
Your Name: Rae
Age: 23
How Did you Find us: LOOKIT ME LOOKIT ME!! I AM ON THE SIDEBAR!
A little bit about you: you love me….that is allas sunny daye
Ever since that day at the studio Sunny had the overwhelming urge to look over her shoulder whenever she was out and mistrust the various strange looking people around her. Anyone that even looked remotely unusual got the shady treatment from her and part of her hated that as she was normally very friendly but lets be honest that attack at the studio scared the hell out of her. The only good thing that had come out of it was that she was now the talk of the office and everyone wanted to know what happened. The attention was flattering and even the boss said something about her doing a special segment but nothing could overcome the sheer satisfaction of the fact that she herself had witnessed an attack and not the morning show guys. That meant her ratings were higher than theirs, she couldn't feel more smug.
This evening found her sorting through some paperwork before she went home for the night. The regular receptionist had called out and her replacement was good, but not as good as the regular girl, so she was forced to sort through a myriad of personal and other sorts of phone calls for some of the others in the office before she left. After sorting through memo's and other things she went through the office and started dropping them off, chitchatting her way through the building as she went about her business, stopping more than once to tell the story of what had happened at the movie studio again. Frankly it was starting to get a bit old. She stopped at her desk quickly to drop off her own messages and call her parents before she filled out her daily reports and started shutting down her computer. As soon as she was done delivering these messages she could leave!
Swinging her purse over her shoulder she finished making the deliveries and went back downstairs, picking up her studio mail and putting it into her purse as she alighted the elevator. She'd chosen to take the bus today rather than rollerblade because the heat was just ridiculous, and there was no way she was going to get heat exhaustion, no one would let her live it down. As she entered the office she noticed that the girl had left for whatever reason and there was a girl waiting in the front room. "Hi there, can I help you with something?" she asked curiously. She was a bit frustrated that she couldn't just leave and let the girl fend for herself but there was always another bus and she could walk home if she really wanted.
