Post by Sariel Hunter on Jan 28, 2009 8:24:29 GMT -6
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Full Name:: Sariel Hunter (True name was lost centuries prior to the current time), hunter name is “Ghost” though is affectionately known as “G” by some of the organisation’s members.
Age:: Uncertain, however she resembles a sixteen-year-old adolescent female.
Gender:: Female
Occupation:: Elite President and a Library Aid
Sexuality:: Heterosexual
Race:: Ancient vampire
Stance:: Student
Years:: Two
Positive Traits::
- Highly intelligent
- Unwaveringly loyal
- Possesses a high level of determination
- Has an impressively high endurance level and is very flexible and agile
- Outgoing and adventurous
- Observant
- Though a vampire, Sariel has an almost perfect control over her primal thirst when it comes to humans.
Negative Traits::
- Is highly competitive
- Is content to deceive those around her as long as it benefits the Hunters Association
- Has a sharp temper that occasionally results in violent or verbal outbursts on her behalf
- Has a vain side to her.
- Is prone to daydreaming or reminiscing about her past when bored, ignoring her surroundings and becoming detached from the world for a period of time.
- Is harsh when it comes to failure and she finds it difficult to forgive those who betray her or the Hunter’s Association.
- Can come across as cold, intimidating and unkind from time to time
- Chooses to feed only on “monsters”.
Personal Likes::
- Training her power as well as her skills as a Hunter.
- Humankind.
- Being around the people of the Hunter’s Association and helping them in any way that she can.
- Reading and gaining new knowledge.
- Taking part in sports.
- ”Cute” guys, particularly Ash Slater
- Receiving attention or compliments from others.
- Full moons and the scent of forests.
- Food – has no preference
Personal Dislikes::
- ”Monsters” – which are inhuman creatures who prey on the humankind for their own benefit.
- Failure from herself or from others.
- The curse that had been placed upon her and how it always results in those she cares about getting hurt.
- Rain
- Recalling or being reminded of certain parts of her past.
- Air-headed, ignorant or “annoying” people.
- Most television genres and mostly television itself.
Background Check::
Family Info:: Father: unknown deceased || Mother: unknown deceased || Siblings: None || Maker: Chishio deceased
Considers the Hunters Association to be her family now.
Personal Tale::
Sariel Hunter’s life story stretches back centuries upon centuries and most of the scenes of her life have been lost, never to be recorded and have been forgotten by just about everyone but Sariel.
Firstly, Sariel began life with a completely different name that suited that stage in time perfectly but which she abandoned during the passing centuries of her immortal life, it had been given to her by the people who had removed her from the arms of her parents, and placed her on a pedestal to be worshipped as an earthbound goddess after offering her to their “Bride of Blood” – an immortal monster, currently known as a vampire, who they had worshipped as a goddess. Sariel had been born during the earlier stages of the Roman Empire, in a superstitious primitive jungle society where they believed everything in their lives was controlled by the hands of blood-thirsty cruel gods who they worshipped feverishly – believing Sariel to have been one of those gods after being “taken in” by their goddess. By being “taken in”, it meant that Sariel had, upon the age of sixteen, been forced before the Bride of Blood as means of a sacrifice to please their cruel deity, if Sariel pleased the goddess she would be rewarded but if the Bride of Blood remained unsatisfied with Sariel’s company, she would be killed. And, unfortunately, none of the sacrifices that had been offered to the Bride of Blood had ever managed to satisfy her … until Sariel was offered.
At sixteen years old, Sariel was highly beautiful amongst her people with flesh paler than most and long hair that was often compared to that of fresh flowing blood. She was healthy and rarely ever became sick, though was a bit too much on the skinny side, and whilst she was uneducated and only taught the skills thought appropriate for women of her village to know, she was clearly intelligent and absorbed new concepts and ideas quicker than most did. She was strongly interested in the legends and tales of her village and never forgot what was told to her. Furthermore, Sariel was just as fearful of spiritual deities and gods as the rest of her people were but did not wish to be their latest sacrifice, even if her death did benefit the society that she existed within and pleased their gods. But she wasn’t given a choice as the other members of her village believed her to be the best choice of sacrifice that would soothe their goddess’ wrath. And so, being forcefully taken to the “goddess’” lair, she was thrown before the Bride of Blood, cut and bruised and covered in dust and dirt from her fatal attempt to live. Terrified but knowing that she could not run, Sariel slowly pushed herself onto her knees and faced the Bride of Blood, her head bowed so that she couldn’t meet the goddess’ gaze, her chest painfully tight as the sound of her heartbeat, pounding within her ears, drowned out all other sounds. Seconds crawled by before Sariel forced herself to meet the predator’s gaze, unable to stand the agonising tension that had gripped her within those seconds, and fond herself staring up at the face of the most beautiful woman that she had ever seen, her breath catching within her throat. A flawless complexion that resembled shimmering bronze, ebony-black silken ringlets of hair fell to slender exposed knees, and a woman’s face – baring hints of feline qualities to its appearance – was turned upon the sixteen-year-old human without expression, crimson hues were locked upon Sariel’s face and seemed to be composed of flames. The scent of musk and jasmine wavered from the goddess’ form, along with a less subtle and more uneasy metallic scent. Blood. Sariel’s pale lips had twitched as she stared, hypnotised by the vampire’s beauty, and her lips fruitlessly attempted to form words but no sounds escaped her lips. She was unable to speak but was also finding it possible to look away from the dangerous creature that sat only a handful of feet from where she lay sprawled upon the hard earth, dirty and bleeding, and a sense of anxiety gripped the poor girl’s soul, causing the silence to disperse. The Bride of Blood, as if realizing Sariel’s dilemma, gave a coy smile that revealed no hint of teeth and which both thrilled and scared Sariel, soft laughter echoing from her sealed lips. In a single movement, which had been much too fast for Sariel’s eyes to follow, the goddess had gotten to her feet and was kneeling beside Sariel, cold hard hands brushing back her mattered red hair in a loving manner. In a voice that was unlike any voice Sariel had ever heard before, being deeper than most women’s voices with a growling quality to the end of each word that she uttered, the goddess informed Sariel that her people had finally succeeded in offering her a suitable human and that Sariel would not suffer because of it. She was beautiful, sensible (in that she had ceased to attempt to escape upon finding the vampire sitting close by) and knew when to hold her tongue, not gushing out pathetic compliments of desperate pleas as the other sacrifices had done and which had annoyed the Bride of Blood. Sariel would receive her reward, the vampire had continued, stating that such a reward would be to be rid of the suffering that mortality caused by becoming a goddess to – her daughter and companion. Frightened, Sariel feebly objected but, as what had happened to often in her life, she was not given the chance to decide her fate. “Chishio” was the name that the vampire had given to Sariel, her “true” name in which Sariel was to call her by, before she sunk her teeth deep into the human girl’s body and injected her with the venom and blood that would turn her into a goddess. A vampire.
When Sariel regained consciousness she found herself greatly changed by what Chishio had done to her. Like her creator, Sariel’s flesh had been drained of nearly its entire original colour, appearing as white as a freshly awakened moon and had gained a firm and hard texture, similar to that of marble. She found that hunger deprived her body of heat the longer that she went without feeding, that only after feasting upon blood, preferably human blood (which Sariel found that she craved with a fearsome intensity just as Chishio did) did she return to resembling the humans that worshipped her. Her irises had turned a striking shade of purple, burning as if on fire when hungry, and two of her teeth had taken on a fanged appearance. Her physical strength far surpassed that of humans and her speed was frightening, her sense of sight, scent and hearing had also intensified and she found herself in possession of a strange power that not even her creator, Chishio, was able to possess. And as the years passed by she did not age in the slightest, not even her hair or nails grew or became split. Over time, Sariel really did believe that she had been transformed into a goddess and was more than content to be worshipped by the people of her village, to be given her own sacrifices, and to gain knowledge and strength that had not been available to her as a human woman. Chishio had become Sariel’s teacher in all matters, teaching her the secrets of the world from reading and writing to locating where she was via the stars that shone brightly in the night sky. She was very strict in transforming Sariel’s body into a weapon, being a warrior herself that had been forgotten to history, and taught Sariel all matter of styles of fighting until she was dangerous predator just like she. But despite Chishio’s strict and often dangerous nature, Sariel would rather have died than to be parted from her maker’s side and possessed an unquestioning loyalty towards Chishio, still believing her to be the goddess that had created her.
However, Sariel was soon to learn that even a vampire’s lifestyle was subject to change. She had only been a vampire for a decade when the Roman Invaders attacked her jungle home, killing and enslaving those that worshipped her. Together, Sariel and Chishio killed many of the roman soldiers but, rather than freeing their people, Chishio insisted that both she and Sariel leave alone and witnessed Rome for themselves. Stating that they “had been playing ‘jungle gods’ for too long.” Though reluctant to allow her people to die as slaves, Sariel followed Chishio obediently across the great ocean and into the strange world of that century’s modern society. It surprised Sariel how easily Chishio made it for the two of them to blend in and to exist within the Roman Empire, the two living within a rich extravagant lifestyle as widowed noble ladies, and whilst the Romans did not acknowledge her as a goddess she found it much easier to hunt and feed, her strength increasing with each dozen human lives that she extinguished. Life continued on in such a calm relaxed manner for two years, both years were highly enjoyable for Sariel but the same could not be said for Chishio. Chishio found the lack of attention and respect from the proud populous Romans to be disgusting and disrespectful, having grown accustomed to being worshipped by the human race, and her hatred and distaste only deepened upon coming across other vampires within the darkened streets of Rome. Before Sariel could comprehend what was happening, Chishio had formulated a plan with their new vampire friends to take over Rome and populate it with their kind, creating an army of vampires that they could use to take over the entire world, effectively forcing the humans into submission and placing them on top, as thing should be. And then the nightmare began.
To say that Sariel agreed with Chishio’s plot would be a lie. There was no single part of it that Sariel found acceptable, having no hatred towards the humans personally and not being a fan of slaughter unlike Chishio, she didn’t even like the vampires who her maker had teamed up with, finding them disgusting and beast-like in nature. But she was afraid of being alone throughout the unseeable years o her existence and even more afraid of her maker, who Sariel was convinced was losing her grip upon her sanity with every year that passed them by. Chishio had no qualms in killing one of her own, having done so in front of Sariel plenty of times, and was highly unpredictable, going from calm to enraged in a split second, and she was also much, much more powerful than Sariel. The red-head beauty had no doubt that, should she object to Chishio’s actions, that her maker would quickly turn on her and silence her objects. This fear made Sariel obedient, pushing her to constantly be at Chishio’s side to aid her in her desire to enslave humankind, helping her in any way that she could including in strengthening their forces by making vampires of her own, under the direction of Chishio. But her actions weighed heavily on Sariel, her guilt affecting her terribly and causing her to make a number of mistakes, and one even caused her to become captured by an unusual group of humans who had made it their life’s goal to slay all monsters that threatened human safety.
This group of humans called themselves “the Hunter’s Association” and whilst they were only a small group of humans they possessed their own unique abilities and talents that made them highly affective at capturing and slaying inhuman creatures. Upon capturing Sariel and after slaying the few comrades that had been with her at the time, the association, instead of immediately killing Sariel, decided to try an experiment that one of their members had only recently thought up and which they had yet to test. At that time they were in the midst of trying to defeat Chishio and stop her from enslaving all of Rome’s populace but they were outmatched and outnumbered, being only human after all. But Sariel wasn’t human and was the oldest and most powerful remaining vampires to have been created by Chishio, and the experiment that one of the hunter’s had constructed allowed them to take control of a supernatural being by bending their will to their own through a … unique method. So, after deciding to go ahead with the experiment, Sariel was forced down whilst the Hunter Association’s current “leader” began to paint the sign of the cross upon her back. From the base of her neck to her tailbone, stretching from her right side to her left, a crucifix was painted upon her pale flesh with a dark liquid, created by mixing the man’s own blood with holy water and melted blessed steel, using only his right index finger as a paintbrush. The process was incredibly painful for Sariel, burning painfully into the sensitive flesh on her neck, causing her to scream out in pain and to even be rendered unconscious, the painted crucifix having melted and faded into her flesh upon her losing consciousness, disappearing from sight. However, upon her gaining consciousness, it was immediately clear that the experiment had been a success as, not only did Sariel not attempt to kill any of the organisation’s members upon being released from her bonds, but she followed every instruction given to her by the association’s leader, being unable to resist the charm that had been placed upon her body via his blood. Officially making her his servant. So when Sariel was instructed to help them into Chishio’s lair and to kill all her comrades and finally her own maker, the poor red-headed vampire had no choice but to obey, not even her fear of her creator was enough to break her free from the chains that the hunters had placed upon her. By the time the sun had risen every vampire within Rome, excluding Sariel, had been slain, even Chishio, as none of them had been expecting Sariel to turn upon them. But, unfortunately for Sariel, before Chishio had died, in her hatred over Sariel’s betray, she cursed her daughter.
”For all eternity darkness, death and suffering with plague the very earth that you stand upon, trailing you like a cursed hound, infecting you and all those that you care or will ever care for. Not even death will offer you a method of escape from your fate. Only when every last member of our kind is dead will this curse leave you … you’ll never be free …”
True enough, disaster did follow Sariel. Those that she helped suffered in some way or another, often horribly, and anyone who she cared for died unnatural deaths. At first, this didn’t bother Sariel all too much who had grown resentful over being made a slave to all who led and would eventually lead the Hunter’s Organisation, but as she lost her resentment towards the humans and became to care and feel protective over them, the more it hurt her to see them become injured due to her cursed fate. It served to make Sariel a loyal, valuable and determined member of the organisation, and she never gave up in any mission that she undertook, being determined to wipe out her kind’s existence in order to free herself from her curse. It was a selfish reason but Sariel didn’t care, it was the only way that she could see Chishio’s curse leaving her. Unfortunately, part of the curse placed upon Sariel causes her to become lethargic and weak after a period of five years, causing her to fall into a deep state of hibernation and which it is impossible for her to wake up from until three decades have passed by. Once awakened she is disorientated for a temporary period of time, needing to recover her memories and abilities after such a long period of sleep, but this effectively increases her lifespan, making her’s the most effective way for a vampire to remain immortal, though Sariel does this against her will. Very little in known of Sariel’s actions during her time spent as a member of the Hunter’s Association, though it is known that she was there and a part of the battle that had been waged by the hunters against the vampire Queen Nya of Aerios, having killed many of the queen’s allies and prepared to end her life and the lives of her family too but before she could the time of sleep had struck her once more, causing her to fall into a state of slumber right upon the battleground.
Three years prior to the current story time, Sariel once more awoke from her period of hibernation and prepared herself to attempt to cleanse the world of her kind once more. She found herself under the orders of Ash Slater, who whilst not the current leader of the Hunter’s Association (his father still being alive and well) was to be its next successor and was said to be its most promosing member. He was also the many-times-great grandson of the hunter who had bound Sariel to slavery. Despite this, Sariel feels no resentment towards Ash, in fact she is quite protective of him and eager to obey and please him, secretly attracted to him. After a few months spent with Sariel recalling her memories and retraining her skills and abilities she was sent with a few other members of the Hunter’s Association to expect what had once been the Kingdom of Aerios but which was now just a town called “Stonewood”. It had a number of supernatural sightings and there was a rumour that the place was cursed, its children being born as “monsters.” Confirming this, it was decided that the organisation needed more information concerning the “curse” and so, a year later, Sariel had been enrolled into the local private school as a sixteen-year-old student under the alias of “Sariel Hunter” – a name chosen by Ash who thought it would be amusing for Sariel to go by such a name. Sariel’s mission is to find out as much as she can about the town’s “curse” as well as keeping tabs upon its “unusual” students, whom the hunter’s felt were tied into the curse in some way or another.[/left][/blockquote]
