This character first appeared as an experiment I did here, but I decided to make her into an OC.
Yes, she is missing her right eye. Don't ask why. I don't know. You can see her eye patch to your right.
I also don't know what she is. Possibly a vampire? A witch? Maybe a demon? I don't know. I just felt like drawing her.
All I really know about her is the following:
-She's very, very pale
-She's missing an eye
-Who/whatever she is, she's filthy rich
-She has a cold, sadistic personality
-She likes roses
-She was born in London on the 6th of June, 1840
-She is a human with demon blood, and an inclination for magic
Annnnnd renaissance characters FOR THE WIN. I might end up making her Victorian themed tho. I do have an affinity for the Victorian era, and I could see her bein' all classy Victorian upper-class. Humm.
Yup. Definitely a wealthy woman of the Victorian era.
Character/lines (c) Me
No stealies.
Possible names: Estella, Charlotte, Loretta, Nina, Sara, Sylvia, Genevieve, Sophia, Celia, Naomi, Geneva, Vivian, Elva, Isabelle, Delia, Leila, Cecilia, Cecile.
So. Many. Names. u-u
Yes, she is missing her right eye. Don't ask why. I don't know. You can see her eye patch to your right.
I also don't know what she is. Possibly a vampire? A witch? Maybe a demon? I don't know. I just felt like drawing her.
All I really know about her is the following:
-She's very, very pale
-She's missing an eye
-Who/whatever she is, she's filthy rich
-She has a cold, sadistic personality
-She likes roses
-She was born in London on the 6th of June, 1840
-She is a human with demon blood, and an inclination for magic
Annnnnd renaissance characters FOR THE WIN. I might end up making her Victorian themed tho. I do have an affinity for the Victorian era, and I could see her bein' all classy Victorian upper-class. Humm.
Yup. Definitely a wealthy woman of the Victorian era.
Character/lines (c) Me
No stealies.
Possible names: Estella, Charlotte, Loretta, Nina, Sara, Sylvia, Genevieve, Sophia, Celia, Naomi, Geneva, Vivian, Elva, Isabelle, Delia, Leila, Cecilia, Cecile.
So. Many. Names. u-u
"If I must ｄｉｅ
I will encounter darkness as a ǝpıɹq,
Aɴᴅ ʜᴜɢ ɪᴛ ɪɴ ᴍɪɴᴇ ᴀʀᴍs."
~Measure for Measure, act III, scene 1, line 83
I keep going to the river to pray
'Cause I need something that can wash out the pain
And at most
I'm sleeping all these demons away
But your ghost, the ghost of you
It keeps me awake
♚ 170, though she appears no older than her early twenties
♚ London, England, October 30th, 1845
♚ Father; John Thomas Davenport
Mother; Sarah Claire Davenport
Sister; Selina Hope Davenport
"To die:—to sleep:
No more; and, by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished."
~Hamlet, act III, scene 1, line 60
♚ Nina was the first-born child of the independently wealthy Sarah and Thomas Davenport.
She came into the world on a cool, rainy, late-October day in London, in the wee hours of the morning. Her mother and father greeted her with warm smiles, open hearts, and loving arms, prepared to give her whatever was needed or desired. They were everything parents should be.
The first twelve hours or so of her life couldn't have been more perfect. Everything was shaping up for her to have a normal childhood, and be raised as any good parents would raise their child.
She would spend her young years with her mother, helping around the family mansion as needed, and playing in the garden or stables, or with the family dog. When she got a little older, she would begin school. She would learn quickly, easily understanding subjects and concepts that were out of reach for most her age. She would make friends, have crushes, play in the school yard, and always beat the boys at their own games. Eventually the time would come for her to go to university, the best of which she could take her pick from. She would fall in love with a wonderful young gentleman, graduate with honors, get married, and eventually raise a family of her own.
This is the life that she would have had, if she'd been born on any other day, or in any other town.
You see, her mother's closest childhood friend, Maggie, was very learned in witchcraft. And in spite of many warnings from her peers, she had begun dabbling in the occult.
On the day Nina was born Maggie came to call on Sarah, to see her and the child. They spent the day together, talking and laughing over tea, and taking turns rocking the newborn to sleep when she woke squalling. It was a perfectly lovely day.
However, late that evening, when all the residents of London had drawn their curtains for the evening, Maggie was still awake. It was midnight, known to some as 'the witching hour', and she stood in the middle of an empty room in her home. Large candles flickered in the dark corners of the room, and a fire burned in the hearth, illuminating the various symbols were drawn on the floor and walls. In her hands was a large leather bound tome, and from her lips came powerful Latin chants. Sweat beaded her brow, and her blonde curls fell from their pins.
This was the witching hour on All Hallow's Eve, the time when witches were most active, and magic energy was at its peak! At this time, she could accomplish any feat she so desired!
But if only she knew how wrong she was.
Suddenly the candles flickered and went out, and a swirling could of black smoke that appeared in the middle of one of the symbols on the floor.
On, she chanted. Her voice rising with excitement. This was it!
Slowly the smoke coalesced into the form of a man. But it was at least a head taller than any man she'd ever seen, and slightly hunched over, as if ready to leap. It's skin was black and leathery in some places, scaly in others. Where fingernails should have been, long talons protruded from its fingers. Large, black, leathery wings grew from its back. Sharp fangs glinted in it's cruel grin, and it's eyes gleamed from their sockets like black voids. Two large horns curled wickedly from its skull, and long pointy ears tapered from the sides of its head. A long, black tail lashed the air behind it.
The creature's soulless eyes fixed on her, now standing in horrific awe at what she had done. A reptilian tongue flicked between it's teeth. "Foolish human." The voice was cold and cruel, with a touch of sadistic humor.
"Foolish?" She asked. "I have summoned and trapped you! All I need do is chant in Latin, and I can send you back from whence you came! You are powerless, demon!" There was confidence in her words, and a glimmer of madness in her eyes.
"You drew the wrong symbols, human." As it spoke, it stepped over the line, and made its way to stand toe to toe with her. "Foolish." It grinned sadistically in her face.
Maggie stood paralyzed, eyes wide with terror, as she watched the demon she had summoned.
"Are you going to...kill me?" She whispered, mortified.
The demon threw its head back and laughed. "No, human. I smell upon you the scent of someone you love. They shall bear the punishment of your foolish behavior, and you shall have to wrestle eternally with your conscience, knowing someone you loved died at your hand."
"No." She whispered, eyes widening further with horror. "No, kill me. Kill me instead, please."
The demon raised it's hand and backhanded her across the face so quickly and with so much force that it sent her sprawling on the floor. "Do not beg, for I know no mercy."
And with that, the creature crashed through a window and took flight, following the scent it had picked up off of Maggie's clothing.
When it finally arrived at the Davenport mansion it reverted to its smoke form and slipped under the front door.
As the demon entered the room where Sarah and Thomas slept, it noticed something else. Something to the side of the room. It was a crib, and in it slept a newborn child.
Oh, this was even better. It's teeth glinted in the moonlight from the window as it grinned, using a talon to cut its own palm open. A few drops of inky black blood landed on the child's lips before she awoke and began squalling.
The demon let out a brief laugh before once again turning into smoke, and fleeing the house.
The next day, Maggie visited Sarah again, and was intensely relieved to find her friend and her friend's family all safe.
"Perhaps the demon couldn't find this place?" She quietly hoped to herself.
However, there was something off about little Nina. She didn't cry. She didn't squirm. She didn't even eat much. She just stared intensely at any person around her. Perhaps she was just a peculiar child?
Nina grew and progressed much faster than other children. By the time she was thirteen months old, she was walking and running by herself, and by the time she was two, she was already capable of fluent speech. Her skin was always milky white, giving her an eternal alabaster complexion. The strangest part about her skin, though, was the fact that it never burned in the sun. It was uncanny. Most uncanny, however, was the strange things that kept happening around her, and the blood red color her eyes had taken on, in spite of her flowing black hair.
Strange little occurrences would always seem to happen around her whenever she was feeling a particularly strong emotion. Dead flowers would come back to life when she was happy,
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