What has come over meplayer name/alias» Marie
What madness taken hold of my heart
contact info» LITTLEMISSstone (aim)
other characters» none.
The source of my recoveryfull name» Nathalie Elena Cristina Sabau
Sweet shadow taking hold of the light
nickname/alias» Nat, Elena
birthdate» March 13th, 1431
occupation» Owner of an exclusive antique brokerage firm, as well as a clothing line.
affiliation» Sabau Clan
position» Gabriel's daughter
For saving me from all they’ve takenlikes»
Letting my armor fall again
- classical literature
- summer showers
- victorian era antiques/houses
- modern fashion
- the sky just after sunset
- italian cars
- foreign travel
- general housekeeping
- idle tasks
- being ignored
- fake behaviors
- drug use
- american motorcycles
- anyone who puts her family in danger
- nasal accents/laughter
- overly pompous humans
- betraying the family
- letting her mother down
- being alone
- biting her nails
- slightly abrasive humor
- being overly opinionated
Nathalie picked up many of her character traits from her mother, and takes many of the same stances on life. A well-mannered, but outspoken woman, Nathalie can hold her own in nearly all circumstances. Headstrong and stubborn like both her parents, Nathalie has made it a point to learn by experience, however she knows when to step back and let her elders make their decisions, and when to go about things her own way. For most she chooses to keep her intentions hidden, and provide a mask of submission, though it is just a front. Nathalie is incredibly gifted at making sure she gets her way.
Nathalie refuses to negotiate on her dedication to family. Eternally devoted to her mother, Natie sees her mother as her role model and her father as the guardian. The only true conflict she has is over her brother, due to his exile. She knows that in her heart he will always be kin, but it still tugs at her heartstrings to know that she has to lie to her father in order to see him. Though her temperament is usually calm, Nathalie has no patience when it comes to seeing any ill will or behaviors fall on her family. She would easily fight to the death to ensure their safety.
One thing that has been plaguing her recently has been her attraction to Isaiah Knight, an heir to the Knight clan. She knows that given her position in the Clan, as well as the sheer fact of her race, that the idea of pursuing her fantacies is nearly impossible, but regardless, she just can't seem to get him off her mind and is slowly starting to make excuses to herself in order to justify getting closer and making a move.
skills/abilities» Though it might not be what one would expect of her, Nathalie is quite the gifted fighter. A master at hand to hand and marksmanship, she makes quite the good tactical warrior. She also has a keen eye and sense of smell, nearly comperable to that of her feline nemeses, whch she uses to her advantage. In the realm of day to day life, Nathalie is a piano virtuoso. Playing for centuries, she knows the notes better than most, and composes her own music. Her music room is her santuary of sorts.
This self discoveryplay-by» Miranda Kerr
Redemption taking hold of my mind
A gentle beauty, Nathalie stands just shy of 5'7 without heels. Her frame is lithe, with just enough feminine curve to still be appealing, but nothing near her mother's voluptous frame. She has long chestnut hair that falls in delicate waves to the middle of her back. With gentle blond highlights and darker lowlights as well, her hair sparkles with dimension. Her eyes are a piercing cerelean blue, which compliment her darker hair color and creamy sun-kissed complexion well.
Nathalie's style is a fashion forward view with Victorian overtones. In fact, her clothing line has been designed with this view in mind. Definitely fond of the ankle boots and ruffled tunic-style blouses of the time, Natie can be found usually in neutrals such as grey, white, and black, although she is also quite fond of colors given that it suits her mood at the time. A firm believer in the idea that less is more when it comes to jewelry, she limits herself to a simple amount of flair. After all, there is such a thing as fashion overkill. She believes that women make more of a statement by being demure and elegant, rather than skanky and revealing.
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Dark maiden take ahold of my handfamily»
Lead me away from hibernation
Gabriel Sabau (father)
Ileana Ciumak (mother)
Joseph Sabau (brother)
Nathalie was born to Gabriel Sabau and his concubine Ileana Ciumak in 1432. The middle of his three children, Nathalie quickly fell into her father's good graces as the smart, gentle, young girl. Things weren't conventional for their family, however she was never at a loss for love from either of her parents. From a young age, Nath was fed the idea that she was to be the prim and proper daughter that he expected of her. Her responsibility was to learn the necessities of being a capable vampire, as well as a dutiful mate and head of household. Though she knew she would never lead the clan, she did understand that certain things would be expected of her as Sabau's daughter and she would have to make sacrifices.
As she grew older, Nathalie battled with the need to be like her brothers and the other women in her family. She just couldn't understand why they could be warriors for her cause, but that Nathalie was expected to keep the homefront warm. It was this need for competency that drove Nath to take lessons in private for both small arms and hand to hand combat. It became clear that she had quite the eye for both, however when she made it known to her father that she was more than able to join the cause, he dismissed it blithely. His daughter was not to be a warrior. For this reason, she finally dismissed her wish, and kept her training for matters of hunting. Occasionally, she would hunt for werefelines, but only in extreme secrecy, and at very rare occasion. After a few hundred years, the need subsided, though she still has a wayward urge every now and then.
The most notible memory of her life was when her brother was exiled from the clan. This tore Nathalie's heart out, for she was closer to her brother than most, but she bit her tongue to ensure her father's expectations were met and her mother's respect was not lost. To this day, it still devours her conciounce, but she keeps a still tongue about it. Recently, Nathalie began to seek out her brother, trying to keep it a secret from her parents, but she knows that if she was ever found by either one of them, she would have hell to pay.
In her more recent years, Nathalie turned an eye toward the idea of creating a career for herself and giving herself something to do. By running her antiques firm via a satellite operative, she manages to keep her identity relatively secret toward those who need not know about her. Her kind know that she runs the business, but they keep it quiet. If she's gained anything throughout the centuries she's been alive it's that keeping a low profile is essential to survival. The fashion career was relatively new, but is a short term thing for her, something to dabble in while trying to keep her mind of things that shouldn't be.
Stare into the nightother» Is smitten with a werewolf and has no idea what to do about it.
Power beyond containing
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Scarlette had given Ehrlich a loving kiss goodbye that morning when he headed off to the bar to attempt to get some work done. She let him go reluctantly, with a request to try and be home around nine or so, and that she would be fixing up something nice.
She spent the day taking care of the minor chores around his house, laughing at just how obvious it was that he lived alone. She was preparing a lovely four course meal for the two of them when she noticed that there was a knock on the door. Pouring herself a glass of wine, she looked at the clock and noticed it was about a quarter til nine. Assuming that it was Ehrlich at the door, she walked up to open it, wine bottle in hand. She was dressed in little more than one of his button down shirts that came down to about her mid thighs and as she opened the door her smile turned to a look of embarrassment and confusion. There were two odd looking men standing at her door with solemn expressions.
"Can I help you?" She asked with a somewhat irritated look on her face. The man on her right sneered and moved closer, so with the flick of a wrist, Scarlette brought the wine bottle crashing down onto his head. She slammed the door shut quickly and headed for the kitchen, going to grab the phone. Quickly fumbling to push the phone number to Ehrlich's office, hearing it ring but not pick up... "Goddamnit Ehrlich, pick up the phone!" She screamed into the phone as she heard them beating on the door, trying to kick it in... The beating grew silent after a few moments and Scarlette breathed easier, but her sigh of relief came all too quickly as a man crashed in through the sliding glass backdoor. "Oh shit." She muttered to herself as she grabbed a butcher knife from the kitchen drawer and slowly creeped for the stairs, phone still in hand as it continued to ring. Crouching down against the side of the stairs by the kitchen she breathed heavily, nearly bursting into tears as she got his voicemail. She whispered into it quietly, "Ehrlich come quick there's someone in the..." She was cought off guard by the sight of a man on both her left and right sides. The phone dropped from her hand and onto the floor as she held tight to the knife, trying to keep her eyes on both. The man on her left lunged at her, so automatically she turned and cought him in the chest with her knife, only to feel a slug penetrate her right shoulder, the knife falling from her hand quickly. Screaming out in pain she jumped over the dead body in front of her and headed for the kitchen once again, only to see a congregation of men in the center. She spun in circles practically, trying to keep her eyes on the eight or so men standing in Ehrlich's kitchen. Her shoulder was bleeding profucely considering the fact that the bullet was silver and she winced in pain, never once backing down.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" She growled at the men. Scarlette wasn't going down without a fight. The men began to approach her which angered Scarlette even more, her inner beast beginning to roar within her as her eyes turned golden and her teeth elongated. The men began to slightly panic and Scarlette attempted to take advantage of the situation, kicking the man closest to her in the chest before she was shot again in the thigh, making her growl in anger and pain once again. The men began to step forward towards her, circling her in before another man came up from behind her, wrapping his arm around her neck and choking her. Scarlette sent her elbow flying into his rib, causing it to shatter but not stopping him as he grabbed a knife and stabbed her in the stomach and then threw her down to the floor, sitting on top of her to hold her down as he spoke to the men.
"Look's like we've got ourselves a fighter boys... You know how I like a good challenge." Scarlette glared at him before spitting in his face, only to recieve another stab to the chest, just barely missing her heart and plunging all the way through her arm and into the tile below, causing her blood to nearly pour out upon the floor. "Keep it up bitch and you're done." He whispered to her as he ran a hand down her jawbone, grinning wickedly at her. She fought against him, trying to free herself but as she felt the dagger jerk she stopped abruptly. The silver in her chest burned like white-hot iron, but if it even hit her heart the consequences would be fatal.
"So what do ya say men? How should we take care of this one?" He said with a grin, his eyes never once leaving hers as he twisted the blade in her shoulder, wracking her body with another wave of pain. "Should we cut her up and leave her man a momento?" He said as he looked down at her scantily clad body and winked lecherously at her before hearing the chants of the men, "Kill the bitch!"
Scarlette bit down on her lip, her heart swelling with anger and her body infested with absolute agony from the wounds. The man looked back down at her and shook his head, "No, I've got a better idea..." He pushed the dagger in deeper, twisting it around a bit before yanking it out of her, causing her to scream in pain. Cutting a piece of her hair from her curly locks with the bloody knife he handed both objects to the man to his right. "Box it up and have it brought over to the club. If he knows what's good for her he'll come lookin."
Scarlette was starting to lose conciousness due to her wounds, no longer able to even consider changing in this state. As she lay there on the floor, she tried to move, only to see the man rose back to his feet to kick her in the face with his steel toed boot. Spitting in her bloodied face he spoke the words that struck fear into the heart of the otherwise strong woman, "Throw the bitch in the van." She tried to fight them but as she continued to bleed from the aggrivated wounds she passed out in their arms.