Post by Giselle Defaux on Oct 22, 2009 15:43:17 GMT -8
Birth Name: Giselle Defaux
Full Name: Giselle Defaux Xavier De Novek Dumont
Nicknames: Gazelle, Gizzy
Gender: Female
Ethnicity: French/Lebanese
Language: English
Occupation: Former Showgirl
Marital Status: Single
Sexual Orientation: Very Bisexual
Sire: Ma Cherie De Novek Dumont
Likes: Kooky people, RPing, Anything for the shits and giggles
Dislikes: 'Pires who avoid the game and use RB for the chats, Naitivity, Country Music, 'Pires who have a sense of entitlement, Brief bindings
The Turning: As I was walking home from the Opera House (I led quite the cultured life before my death) , I could hear my long shoulderless raven black dress scrape against against the cold pavement. The absent click of my heels clicking against the ground just added to the eerie atmosphere, only reminding me that I was alone. I knew I should've taken the ride home from the gentleman that asked me. As I readjusted my fitted, knee length trench I felt a cold breeze blow near me. Feeling what could've been a long fingernail raking against my spine, I spun around, confused. I started to quicken my pace, praying to whatever god there maybe be or all of them, something in me kept my head turning back to see what could be stalking me, though I didn't want to see it. My thin figure was no match for the wind that kept growing, stronger and stronger; breaking out into full sprint, turning my head for a split second I saw what could've only been a beautiful woman. Like anyone could expect, I tripped and fell on the damned dress I adored only a few hours earlier. The image of the stunning woman burned into my memory leaving me starstruck on the empty street. Looking around, my breath became more shallow and hurried, I knew I wasn't alone, though the average human would've told me so..
Before I could turn my gaze upwards, all I saw was legs that look like they could've been carved from the finest of stone, sculptured and shining. It felt as if all the life, love, breath, memories, everything that made me, me was sucked out. I could only gawk at the woman that stood before me. Her long shining hair shadowed her face so that I could only see her body. Even with a slightly bulky jacket on I could tell she was built, at least 5' 3". Her shape could only be described as a coke bottle, curves where they were supposed to be, thin only where you could expect. She was small though, like me, she had a small but defined figure. The unknown woman shook her hair from her face and gazed down at me, the tiniest of smirks played on her face. I couldn't breathe, think, or speak. It felt as if someone was playing my mind, like a fiddle, like she could control anything that I could've done at any given moment. Before my human eyes could even blink, she spoke in a soothing tone, as if she would never hurt me, "Are you well, my childe? You took a pretty hard fall. I saw you leave the Opera House by yourself, I wondered if you would like a friend to walk home with. Two, is always better than one. My name is Claudia Xavier, but you may you call Ma Cherie. What is your name?"
Shaking my head, the the loose curls from my up do fell into my face. Still contemplating the fact that the woman appeared so quickly, I spoke in the in the most sheepish of tones, "M-My name is Giselle Defaux.. Would you please? I'm starting to get a bit spooked."
I stood up quickly as I possibly could, standing almost eye level to the mysterious woman, so I took a quick glimpse at her face as long as I could feel comfortable. The lady named Ma Cherie was so stunning it -was- painful to gaze at her. Her face was almost sculpted, her skin was a bronze color, and though it was insanely dark outside, she almost had a glow about her. Cherie's eyes were the very deepest shade of chocolate brown, they could send you into a serious state of hypnotism. I brushed my coat and the bottom of my dress in order to feel semi adequate to her beauty but I still felt inferior. We started off into the night, a slow gait. We began making small talk, Cherie was a very well rounded person and I enjoyed talking to her. I could tell, even with my human intuition she wasn't like anyone I had ever met. After awhile, I forgot that I was even going home, and eventually after a good hour, we ended up in front of a building that was booming with sound. The music coming from the place wasn't anything I had ever heard before. I felt she had somehow lured me to this place, although I would never admit I felt that way. We both stopped walking and stood in front of what I could have figured was a club. My eyes seemed to be glued to the building, the music was way before my time, luring me towards it. Cherie's eyes followed mine as I stared hypnotically, and before I my mind could even contemplate words, she asked, "Would you mind coming with me? I have to meet a old friend briefly."
We took the narrow stairway down to the entrance, the doors were solid steel as if they were made to protect whatever or whomever was inside. Knocking on the door with straight three taps, the door flung open, startling me a bit. Cherie took my hand and led me inside the noisy place. Everywhere I looked there was a pair of glowing eyes staring, as if I was strange. I chalked it up to the fact that I looked like a dirty rag from my fall earlier. Being led to a dark corner, I sat at the table, instructed to sit, and to stay there until my new friend came back. I balled my fists up under the table waiting nervously, as I watched Cherie wade through the crowd to the bar. I saw her exchange a few words with the bartender, and he handed her two drinks, pointing at one. Turning my head for only a minute second, she was suddenly back handing me a cup full of a dark, liquid with the consistency of syrup. Looking down at the drink I lifted my head up to her, with a questioning look on my face. I was scared but I trusted her more than anyone I had ever met. I felt like she was going to be there no matter what so I did what I was wordlessly instructed to do. She told me she'd be right back and that she needed to speak to her friend around the back of the building and to just stay put until she got back. I lifted to the cup to my lips, and all I could taste was iron, it was a putrid drink, but before I could decide whether I was going to take another sip, my eyesight all of a sudden was blurry and the world spun...
When I finally woke up, I felt like I was in another world. All I could remember was flashes of Cherie speaking to me, and being cradled in her arms.. The very last of my memory was of a small prick of pain and a gentle suckling.. The room I assumed was Cherie's was dark and only lit by a large fire place. I rolled off of a canopy bed with a silky pink bedspread, I ran my fingers across the bedspread noticing my touch was so sensitive I could damn near count the threads. Although I had just woken up, I felt more alive than I should've. Cherie opened a large door on the east side of the room. She walked up to me, explaining what had happened and that I was in RavenBlack City. I would've cried before I had fallen asleep but I handled the information as well as I could. Being told that I was her first childe, my new sire wanted to turn me gently. Cherie comforted me, she stroked the side of my face, and smoothed my hair back....
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