What has come over meplayer name/alias» Marie
What madness taken hold of my heart
contact info» Just PM me.
other characters» Nathalie Sabau
The source of my recoveryfull name»Mihaela Janelle Lazar
Sweet shadow taking hold of the light
birthdate» January 16th, 1395
occupation» Professor at TJU.
affiliation» Mondragon clan
position» Demetri's concubine.
For saving me from all they’ve takenlikes»
Letting my armor fall again
- world studies class
- time to herself
- her children
- her homeland, India.
- french wine
- reading classical literature
- lecture lessons
- hard workers
- high fashion
- the sabau clan
- demetri mondragon
- test days
- grading final papers
- tedious work
- cold weather
- driving any sort of long distance
- emil's mate, kamilla
- running away from problems
- losing her children.
- having demetri find out about her feelings for the beta
- smokes cigarettes out of habit
- calls demetri demi
- speaks in hindi when frustrated
psychological description» (go all out on this but we require no less than two detailed paragraphs; third person!)
Mihaela has a sweet and gentle disposition. Ultimately it requires one incredibly large start to get her to even raise her voice. Most of this is due to Demetri's teachings, the other part is due to life experience. She has found that in most societies, the women are meant to be seen and not heard. Thus, within the clan, MJ tends to keep her opinions to herself unless called upon, and among the other concubines, she tries to be a unifying body, someone close to a motherly figure, to whom they can all speak. After all, she knows that Demetri should not bear the brunt of all the petty squabbles and insecurities. In her mind, it's a waste of his time and thus a problem if she can not illeviate the situation.
When it comes to her studies, Mihaela makes the acception. Always a captivated learner, Mihaela took her talents, as well as her own first hand experience and used them to mold a World History class, something she considers herself very well versed upon. In this class, Lazar is the judge, jury, and executor for her students, so to speak. Understanding, yet strict, Mihaela allows more to slide from people more that ten times her students' ages, however, the love for learning keeps her students happy and her life fulfilled.
Mihaela's attitude toward Demetri is a complicated one. She loved him very much, originally, putting no one above him. Then after a few years, she realized that the only thing he actually loved was himself. Demetri's lack of committment ended up driving her away and to the arms of the clan's Beta. Now due to her children, Mihaela feels that she can not stand and make the decision to leave. It would crush the two, not to mention, Mihaela does identify with the clan rather strongly, there would just be no way that she could see Demetri finding all of this out and letting her stay. Thus, her mouth has stayed closed regarding anything that would tarnish Demetri's views of her. To most, she appears to be just what he needs.
skills/abilities» Mihaela is a master of languages. Currently she's fluent in English, Hindi, Italian, Greek, Arabic, Farsi, and many others. Also, Mihaela is skilled when it comes to the art of rigging explosives and other munitions. Much more of a sneaky warrior, she is an excellent shot with a sniping rifle and great at the hunt. She takes pride in making sure that her feedings are kept quiet but alive, and that she kills when she chooses to, not due to accident. Due to this distinction, her children learned from example with that as well as other things. Micheala prides herself on being an excellent example of parenting; the one thing she feels she's done right in the world.
This self discoveryplay-by» Aishwarya Rai
Redemption taking hold of my mind
Mihaela has an in-your-face form of exotic beauty which she is incredibly fond of. Indian by nationality, Mihaela's skin has that color that only years of desert sun will give, even though her father is Slavic. As a result, she somehow ended up with the most amazing kaleidoscopic eyes, that maintain at a nice honey brown normally, but turn bright blue with green flecks whenever her emotions pique, be it hunger, lust, anger, or sadness. She stands at an average height, 5'7 and has a figure that's definitely a far cry from the waif-like look that seems to be rather hip currently. Her curves are pronounced, without being too bold. Mihaela has a look that transcends most trends.
Her fashion style can be considered vintage, old world, and true glamour. Fond of all things between the thirties to the eighties, Mihaela doesn't go for it unless it makes a statement. Her attire for work is usually a nice pantsuit with a colorful blouse, or a pencil skirt and dramatic top. She's not one for the plain look unless that's the idea. In her mind, fashion is a consious decision, and should never be left to chance. That being said, she's also curious about the new age style of fashion currently, and follows designers carefully to keep her look edgy without losing her own personal sense of beauty and grace.
transformation description» n/a
Dark maiden take ahold of my handfamily»
Lead me away from hibernation
Patel Lazar (mother/deceased)
- Phillip Lazar (father)
- Sofia Lazar (stepmother)
- Damian Mondragon (son)
- Zaharia Mondragon (daughter)
homeland» Bangalore, India.
Mihaela was born to a couple of wealthy origin. Her mother was the daughter of a Rajah, and her father a business broker from incredibly old money in Bulgaria. Thus, when her father and grandfather met, the union was accepted. The only child of the union before Patel's death, Phillip took his daughter from their estate in Bangalore back to his homeland. It was here that Mihaela grew older and matured into her own. At the time, Phillip had not remarried so she ended up following along with him on his travels, seeing the world from her adolescent eyes.
Shortly after her 16th birthday, Mihaela's father married a woman nearly her own age named Sofia. Now, as the proper daughter she kept her mouth closed about her distaste for the situation, but never got close to her. After all, at that point she had more than enough to worry about. As a young woman, it was her duty to make sure that she had perfected her talents in order to ensure she was married and to a dutiful husband. Unfortunately for her the plan fell through when he was murdered by another noble. Shortly thereafter, Mihaela went to a small Orthodox convent in Greece, where she studied the religions and cultures of the modern world. For years she stayed here, dedicating herself to the arts and avoiding having to become attatched to another man
Four more years came and went, and by this point, Mihaela was happy with her decision. In addition to working at the convent, she also spent time in the local village, tending to the children and the sick. It was here that she met Demetri Mondragon, a traveller of the time. She helped him, initially thinking he was ill, but as she spent more time with him, she got attatched beyond all reason. Conflicted between the option of following this man she was falling in love with, and the faith, she made a decision in her best interest, to leave the convent and go with him. Unfortunately for her, after she renounced her title, she was sired soon thereafter. Devestated by the news, Mihaela tried to run from him eventually, but then learned that she stood little chance of surviving without him.
Eventually, Mihaela learned to embrace her gift and Demetri. Saddened by the realization that even after bearing his two chidren, Damian and Zaharia, that she still could not truly have his heart, she turned toward that of another. After having a few pets and lovers that were kept incredibly quiet, she ended up turning her sights toward the Beta of their clan, Emil. The two became incredibly close, which wasn't exactly hard to hide seeing as Demetri was distracted with his other two lovers. Mihaela knew that Emil was mated, but she still wished it was with her instead of the girl.
Currently, Mihaela picked up a job at the local college as a World Studies professor. She has devoted herself to her children and to her work to avoid dealing with the heartbreak that Demetri's nature has caused her. She takes a motherly role to all of the other members of the clan, and looks out for each and every last one of them.
Stare into the nightother» (anything else that needs to be known about your character?)
Power beyond containing
custom member title» s i l e n t l y s c r e a m i n g.
rp sample»Brushing a piece of hair out of her eye, Nathalie sighed as she shut the lid to her laptop. Business was booming, especially with her semi-hostile takeover of a smaller overseas broker in Peru. Now, she was getting shipments in regularly of vintage jewelry, prized paintings, and sculptures, but it wasn't what she was looking for. Entering this business twenty years prior, her main goal was to get her hands on the artifacts of her people, but for some reason the market responded better to highly priced trinkets then it did to meaningful pieces of history. It's not like she didn't expect it though. That's what she got for dealing to humans. Regardless of which business venture she happened to put her hand in, be it the antiques firm or the clothing line, she still managed to make a killing, and slaughter her down time accordingly. After working nonstop for the last few weeks, Nathalie felt as though she owed herself a night on the town. It was with this idea in hand that Nathalie set out for the nightclub that night. After spending entirely too much time making sure her hair was set in it's signature waves, and that her outfit was exactly what she wanted, she headed down to her car and headed out.
Getting into the club was a relatively easy task, but she quickly cursed herself for not catching a bite to eat before she walked in. Regardless of racial superiority and what not, Nath was still smart enough not to out herself in a club teeming with mortals by taking a snack of one of the obviously inebriated club rats as she saw them. Looking around the club, she tried to find a piece of eye candy while ordering a double of whiskey. Call her silly, but she just happened to enjoy the taste of a high quality Irish whiskey, even if it had no effect. After tipping the bartender generously, Nathalie found a spot against the wall on the first floor to hold up while enjoying the slight industrial stylings of the DJ. Glancing out into the crowd, Nathalie scoffed a bit as a crowd of fashion victims cought her eye. Now to each their own, but to avoid simple staples of the season? That was failure on their parts. Nath had chosen to wear an ensemble that complimented her figure rather than ostentatiously announce it to all. In a pair of extremely form fitting charcoal grey skinny jeans, a more free fitting white three quarter length blouse, a pair of black ankle boots, and a tastefully picked black vest that cut at the narrowest part of her waist, she felt as though she looked the part. Her tastefully lined blue eyes continued to scan for the one man she doubted would be there, and she cursed herself for it again. Damn that lycan male that she couldn't get out of her head. She was a Sabau, and a damn important one at that. She couldn't associate herself with Isaiah Knight, no matter how much she would like to do so.
By this point, she really had reached the realm where she needed to simply relax, so she sauntered onto the dance floor, drink in hand. Not above starting a dance by herself, she began to sway her all too capable hips to the beat, closing her eyes to allow the music to consume her. It was soon thereafter that she felt someone slide in front of her, bringing her close to his tight, muscular frame. Nathalie chose not to be bothered by the identity of her partner, and thus continued her conquest of both the dance floor and the male. Her mind was getting the best of her, and she felt herself imagining that her partner was none other than the captor of her dreams, and she sucumbed to the thrill. In the back of her mind, she knew full well that the likelihood of it being him was slim to none. After the song ended, it switched to a more driving, glutteral beat. Coupled with the lack of feeding and sexual tension that she had subjected herself to recently, Nathalie felt herself switching from being in control to going to a much more primal state of mind. She was betting on the fact that she would find herself in an interesting state of events before the morning came. Whether she liked it or not, her deepest urges would have to be sated.