Post by Zita Valerious on Aug 19, 2009 4:20:12 GMT -5
* Zita Ellena Valerious
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Full Name: Zita Ellena Valerious
Nicknames: She does't have any.
Date of birth: October 4th 1679
Age: 380
Age Appears: 17
Date Of Change: October 4th 1696
Hometown: Bereşti Romania
Species: Vampire
Ability's: Much to her disgust quickly after her change Zita realized that she had been one of the cursed few who’d been blessed with an ability in her second life. Zita isn’t sure why she was cursed with the gift but she believe that It might have something to do with when she was human. Zita’s mother would often remark how apt her daughter was taking on the role of who she was pretending to be, (when ever she needed to be used as bait) how in some ways Zita would become that person, and Zita would fade into the background.
Powers Description: Zita is much like the fictional super hero mystique, she can change her physical appearance, voice, and mannerisms to mimic what ever person she can recall to memory, or what ever person she can create out of her head.
]height: 5'0
weight: 115
hair: Depends on the day really.
eyes: They change colors frequently.
Identifying Features: Zita has several tattoos on various parts of her body, done by her brother to represent an event in her life, that holds some kind of special significance. She has three blood red heart shaped tattoos on her (left hand)index finger, middle finger, and ring finger. Each heart represent a family member they lost during the fight against the vampires and children of the moon. She has a blue star on the inside of her right wrist that represents her sister leaving the Valerious clan, and their mother disowning her. She has a dessert with her name scrawled underneath it, representing the sweet satisfaction of her first kill. And last but not least she has four small black roses on her left ankle and two on her right ankle that she her self did, that represent her fallen brother, sister, father, uncle and aunt, and her mother all of whom she lost to earl y in life .
Body:: Even as a human Zita was known through out the small town of Bereşti to be a great beauty, the second Valerious in over 300 years to be blessed with a face that could make the angles sing out in praise—the first being her sister Katarina. Though not being blessed with the Valerious height (her full height with out heels Zita is 5’3 ½ ) Zita has a certain air and presence about the way she carries her small frame that makes her seem tall and at times regal. Her slender frame (with just the right amount of curves to her body), and long beautiful legs adds to the effect of her elegant regal look. While Zita’s parents were proud of the fact that they had a daughter who was well sought after by most of the men in the village, they did not like all of her features.
Zita’s raven colored tresses flow down to the middles of her back like a thick soft curtain, making her skin stand out against the midnight color. Zita’s skin is much like that of a porcelain doll, a pale milky white complexion free from any imperfections. Making her look (much to her parent’s utter horror) like the very creatures they fight….vampire. Zita has two features on her face that contrast her milky skin; her full pouty pink lips, lips that only add to her innocent appearance. Her startling clear blue eyes stand out the most against Zita’s face, startling clarity and unnatural color are set in her heart shaped face, like a pair glass marbles in a doll.
Clothing: Before: Before Zita was turned she could normally be seen in a pair of black tights, small combat boot style shoes, a midnight blue corset, a plain black lace up (slightly frilly ) undershirt, finished off by her black duster and black fedora. Her only accessories were a black and silver cross, given to her by her father as he lay dying in her arms, and her weapons of choice.
Now: Now that she is a vampire Zita goes to great lengths to cling to her human side, so she dresses with the times. She refused to be one of those immortals who clings desperately to their old ways and never changes their dress style—even after 330 years. Zita can usually be seen in skinny black jeans (or whatever other color she owns) a plain basic shirt, a corset to remind her of the old days (but that is just on special occasions), and if the situations warrants it a small black coat with a fur lining around the hood. Again the only accessories she wears is her black cross and her weapons.
Weapons: Zita carries several weapons with her when she fights, and sometimes when she is not fighting. She has two daggers that she carries with her at all times, one strapped to her left leg (or stuck in her boot) and the other on her right ankle. Each dagger is laced with her paralyzing venom. When she is hunting Zita carries her daggers, her crossbow, as well as her Tojo Blades.
Tojo Blade:
Crossbow:
Daggers:
Face Claim: Hanna Beth.
Basic Personality: Every tootsie pop has that hard outer casing that surrounds the sweet soft center, you just have to figure out how to crack that casing. If you can. Some hard outer casings are hard to crack, resulting in the sweet caring center to never see the light. For over 330 years Zita has never once let down her hard tough exterior for anyone to see the softer sweet side of her. She keeps that side of her away from the light of day fearing that by Letting that be seen she’s just leaving an opening for an enemy to get in and do some serious damage and even death.
Outer shell: Raised from the day she was born to be a fighter she carries those instincts with her always, it is not so much a way of life but who she is. Zita is quick (sometimes too quick) to judge people, based on there physical appearance, presences, and mannerisms(instead of judging what is under the surface of the person) so she can determine the best way if need be to take that person down. Her judgment, often harsh and brutal has made her some nasty enemies over the years, and at the top of the some hit lists. If you are looking for sugar coating and lies, then she is not the one to ask about whether a certain pair of jeans makes some ones ass look big. She is very straight-forward, and right to the point about things.
Zita’s raw determination, perseverance, and strong sense loyalty keeps her honor bound to carry on with her families cause, even though she herself is a vampire. She follows her family’s creed to a “T” (leave no creature with out pulse standing and no four legged animal with a pulse)and shows no remorse for the monsters she slays. Her lack or remorse for those she kills, betrays her kinder nature, showing the outside world that she is nothing more then a monster her self. Some find her cold calculating mind disturbing and heartless. But it keeps her alive, and to her that is all that matters.
Though Zita has the features of porcelain doll, her fury is a force to be reckoned with, and something you don’t want to be on the receiving end of. To some, who experience her fury first hand (and live to speak of it) say it to be reckless, sinister and absolutely relentless. But if you step back and look just below the surface of the rage, it is easy to tell that it is cold and calculating just like her—and the things that have been destroyed were destroyed for a reason. Zita even in her anger is nothing but precise she’s a strategist through and through. She sees an obstacle in her way and attacks it from every angle that will move her closer to her goals (breaking away the obstacle piece by piece until it is a mass of rubble beneath her feet) with little loss for her and a mass of devastation, destruction, and death for the opposition.
Sweet Center: Only for those willing enough to get close.
likes:
-Honest people
-people who don’t sugar coat the bad
-Hunting vampires and children of the moon
-Loyalty
-People with a backbone
-Courage
-Toying with her pray
-quiet
-Reading
-Her home land
-The weapons she invents
dislikes:
-Leaches
-dogs
-People who are afraid to say what everyone else is thinking
-sugar coating the situation
-liars
-Volturi
-those who don’t know where their loyalties lie, and are quick to change sides at the drop of a dime
-backstabbers
strengths:
-Her venom.
-Determination
-Her willingness to do whatever it takes to get the job done
-Her lack of fear
-Intelligence
- Her thought process
-Her stubbornness
weaknesses: Herself; Zita’s biggest weakness in life and even in death was herself. Her willingness to spare no expense to get the job done and her lack of fear is her largest flaw.
habits/quirks:
Quirks: On top of being a vampire Zita has to deal with the fact that she is not a normal vampire. Zita’s maker was a scientist in his own rights, and Zita had the misfortune of being the only test subject for him to experiment on. After Demetri bit her and Zita was going through the painful transformation he injected her every two hours with venomous spider venom, not even caring that it could kill her. Demetri wanted his newborn to be able to kill in different ways, he wanted his little pet to be special. Demetri did not live long enough to reap the benefits of his actions, once Zita woke he was the first person she went for.
She sunk her teeth into his neck, ripping a large portion of his neck away as she jumped backwards. Zita crouched ready for another attack, the attack never came, and Demetri lay on the floor unmoving. It was then that she realized that Demetri was suffering from paralysis, his little science project had worked. Zita’s venom now caused almost instantaneous paralysis to what ever it touched, its effects lasting several minutes. The only down side to the spider venom is that it cancels out her vampire venom, Zita can’t turn anyone.
The venom that Zita was injected with that night also Affected her brain in some ways, after she awoke from her transformation she felt the burning hunger that she knew newborns experienced. But after years of hunting monsters in the night she was determined to not be one. As she ran from the castle as it burned, Zita crossed paths with a group of deer grazing in the woods and attacked them. She killed the heard of 10 in two minuets flat, and she instantly felt better, the dull ache was just a slight bother. She moved on to another heard of dear, but the time her thrust had been quenched she'd drained close to 20 dear and one bear who'd been in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Quirks:Zita’s second quark doesn’t really effect anyone, she like most of her ancestors is blessed with the Valerious anomaly of her eyes changing colors to reflect what ever mood she’s in.
fears: Giving into the animal in her, letting her parents down (even though they're no longer living), innocent people dying because of her, herself.
Hobbies: Hunting leaches and children of the moon, pushing her body as hard and as fast as it will go, creating new weapons, sparring, locking her self in her study and spending hours pouring over a book, though she will never admit it she loves to dance and sing,
Occupation: Zita doesn’t have a normal nine to five job, well unless a normal nine to five job is hunting things that go bump in the night. Zita spends her time running around Europe and America killing anything with out a pulse and four legs.
Highest Education Level Achieved:From her birth Zita was trained in the art of war, leaving little room to be taught anything that didn’t have to do with fighting. But after she was turned Zita made it a point to teach her self how to read and from there she taught herself everything she would need to make herself a better person. She is known fluent in several languages, and knows just about everything on any subject she’s study.
mother:Arina
father:Grigori
siblings:Katarina, Luca
other family:uncle Gavrie aunt Helina
1637. Bereşti, Romania. Once a war torn country; peace has once again started to return to the small country . Well at least in the human world. The world humans were oblivious too was in turmoil, the two surviving members of the Romanian coven, Vladimir and Stefan were purposely running rampant through Romania slaughtering and turning as many people as they could before dawn broke. The two vampires of old harbored a deep seeded resentment towards the Volturi, and had finally had enough of being exiled. Their attempts to bring the Volturi into their territory failed, word of the numerous new born vampires running around Romania never reached the ears of the Volturi, because the newborns were not able to reek any significant amount of damage.
A family by the name of Valerious, saw to the execution of the newborn vampires, killing off most of them before they could do any significant damage. This act however, put the family at the top of Vladimir and Stefan’s hit list. Now most would think that with two very old and very bloodthirsty vampires out for the entire Valerious clan’s blood that Arina and Grigori would have packed their two children up and left Romania, as quickly as the wind could carry the gypsy clan. But Arina and Grigori would be the first ones to tell anyone who asked that they did not fear the two sadistic vampires, that they welcomed any challenged the feeble old men could throw their way. The proof of their lack of fear of the threat that was looking over their heads arrived nine months later.
Zita Ellena Valerious was brought into this world on October 4th 1679 in the small town of Bereşti Romania. She was the third child in the Valerious clan, and would be the last. Born on a night where the harvest moon hung high in the sky, most of the small villager saw her birth on this night to be a curse. A Valerious daughter had been born on the night the children of the moon phased from their human forms to the monsters that killed with out remorse, it was an ominous sign if ever the superstitious villagers had seen one. But Arina and Grigori saw there daughters birth on this night to be (despite what transpired on this night) a good sign. They believed that the lady of the moon would always protect there little Zita, and that no harm would come to her so long as the lady protected her. They couldn’t have been more wrong.
Growing up a Valerious was no walk through the park on a beautiful sunny day, it was a hard trek up the rough cold jagged slopes of Ciucaş Peak with a fourty pound weight on your back. The first five years of Zita’s life is the only time she can remember not training to become another assassin in a family that had been breeding and training warriors for over 300 years. The reprieve from learning the craft of her family would not last long, when Zita turned five years old her training that would shape the rest of her life, started. Zita trained with her mother and father and sometimes her older brother for three hours every day, not only perfecting her skills with each weapon they fought with. Even at the age of five Zita showed a level of perfection that her brothers and sister had not, learning at times faster then they had. It was a very telling sign for what kind of fighter Zita would be, because her training wasn’t always easy, the sessions her father and mother put her through were grueling—for a five year old. Each training session was different, each difficult in what every area her parent’s were trying to strength her in, each testing not only her physical endurance but her mental strength.
At the age of Eleven Zita witnessed several things that would change her forever, it would be the driving force that would make Zita close her self off to anyone who wasn’t her family. After six years of grueling training Zita’s parents decided that it was time that their daughter went on a hunt with them. She received her very own set of daggers, and cross bow, both weapons she would carry with her for the rest of life—even in death. The hunt started off normal (at least as far as she knew ) they were tracking a young vampire woman who had been going from town to town seducing men and then killing them and leaving their bodies wherever. But this hunt was anything but normal. Unaware that they had been set up by one of the villagers (after being approached by Vladimir and Stefan with the promise of sparing the villagers of Arad) the Valerious clan cornered the woman prepared to take her out, only to realize that she was not alone, she had three other vampires with her.
The bloody battle lasted over several hours, spanning well into the early hours of the morning. By the end of it, every single vampire lay on the ground, body parts and piles of ashes scattered across the forest floor. But the vampires were not the only ones to suffered casualties out of the Seven members left of the Valerious clan; her uncle Gavrie, her aunt Helina, and her father were also lying on the forest floor their bodies in agony as the venom spread through their bodies. As her and her brother and sister collected wood to burn the vampires they watched as their mother killed their aunt and uncle first (plunging her sword through their hearts) before she moved to their fathers body.
Arina waited for her children to finish their task of burning the bodies before calling them over to say goodbye to their father. Her mother went first, followed by her brother, then her sister, and last but not least Zita. She knelt down by her father trying to be strong trying not to cry, but the tears started flowing freely as her father gripped her hand, clinging to it like he was his life. Her father looked her in the eyes (tears in his as well) and told her that she had to be strong for the family, that she had to make sure she protected the family, that she had nothing to fear in the task he’d given her because the lady of the harvest moon would always protect her in the ways she thought best. The last words her father said to her were ‘I love you my little warrior’ as he pulled the cross from his neck and placed it in her hand curling his fingers tightly around hers.
Zita stepped back from her father and ran to her sister Katarina, clutching to her eldest’s sisters form, she watched as her mother plunge her sword in their father’s chest. Before Zita could feel in kind of pain over the loss of her father, she felt raw anger spike her veins like fire. She whipped around and stomped over to the one vampire they had yet to burned, Zita pulled the sword off her back and aimed it at the vile woman who’d done this to her family. Zita demanded to know where the other three vampires had come from, when they had been told that it was just her by the town elder. The vampire laughed and told Zita that the elder had lied to them, to spare the village from Vladimir and Stefan.
It was the last thing she said before Zita lit up one of the tar filled bottles and tossed it at her . Zita wanted to go to the village and kill the man who had done this, and would have had it not been for her mother. Her mother told her she would be no better then the monsters they hunted if she did that. Zita could care less though after what transpired after the battle, she wanted blood after her sister announced she was finished. The death of their father had pushed Katarina over the edge, after they buried they’re aunt, uncle, and father, Katarina informed them that she was leaving. She’d had enough of the fighting and the dying and she wanted no more of it, Katarina and her mother argued for hours and Zita sat in her room curled in a ball crying silently. She listened to her mother disown Katarina, telling her she was no child of hers any longer and she was to leave the house immediately. Zita was devastated as she watched her sister from her bedroom, ride off on horse with nothing but a few things-with out even getting the chance to say goodbye. Her devastation soon turned to rage, vampire had done this. They had driven her family apart, and she would have her revenge. One way our the other.
Fueled by her hate for the vampires and children of the moon, and her distrust of the human race by the time Zita turned fourteen she had killed Seventeen vampires and six children of the moon, by her self alone. But it still wasn’t enough, she wanted them all dead every single last one of them for what they had done to her family, for what they had taken from her. Her determination and lack of fear started to worry her brother and mother, they feared that Zita’s hate would eventually either eat her alive or get her killed—and both were something none of them wanted for their little warrior. But they kept their feelings to themselves fearing that it would push Zita in the opposite direction and she’d run off to continue their cause on her own—and that would be a death sentence. So they let Zita continue on with her relentless killing spree, all the while watching out for her when ever she needed it. Life continued on in the same pattern from the Valerious family; they moved from town to town killing off immortal beings protecting those who couldn’t protect themselves. But life as we know it never stays the same, and throws us for a loop when we least expect it.
The night was like any other full moon night (with the exception that it was Zita’s fifteenth birthday )they were out hunting a child of the moon they had gotten word had been in the area. When they were ambushed by not one but two of the giant beasts, the family fought back to back, her brother and mother wielding their swords, while she fired arrows from her crossbow. Their attempts wouldn’t be in vein, both creatures were destroyed after a long hour of constant barrage of arrows from Zita and several blows from her brother and mothers swords. Zita stepped out from the circle, her family had formed, and did a celebratory dance. The victorious feeling however didn’t last long, as she was turning around to ask her mother and brother why they were not celebrating she watched her big brother, her rock, the only male figure she had left in her life crumple to the floor.
Zita screamed and ran to her brother’s side, her hands moving over his body looking for his wound. It didn’t take her long to find his wound. A large section of her brothers arm was missing, evident teeth marks around the sides of the gaping wound. She turned to her mother Horror and pain washing through her, only to see her mother doubled over clutching at the side of her neck. Zita called out to her mother asking her if she was alright, her mother told her she was fine that one of beasts had clawed her in the neck, with its paws. She whispered to her mother that Luca had been bitten by one of the beast, Zita felt her mother’s pain as she cried out and crawled over to Luca. Both women knew what they would have to do, but it didn’t lessen the pain. Luca looked his sister in the eyes, (his grey eyes laced with pain) and told her to do what had to be done. Zita pulled her dagger from her boot (knowing her mother couldn’t do what had to be done) and plunged it through her brother’s heart, sobbing out in pain as she killed her brother.
Fearing that there were more of the creatures in the area, Zita burned both their bodies and her brothers and her and her mother left as quickly as they could. They didn’t get far, the wound in her mothers neck was a lot worse then she let on. Zita was dressing her mother’s wounds when all of the sudden a heavy object hit her in the side and sent her flying into a cluster of trees. Zita cried out as her body made contact with a large tree trunk. She shook her head trying to clear the disorientation, and fight the searing pain that was racing up her body. Zita was up on her feet her daggers drawn as she heard her mother scream. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing, it was like something straight from her nightmares. A vampire had her mother in his arms, his mouth at her neck, and her mother’s body unmoving.
She didn’t hesitate, she flew across the distance that separated her from them at a speed she hadn’t thought possible to move. She jumped on the vampires back slicing viciously at any part of his skin her knife could touch. Zita knew it was pointless a vampires skin was like granite, and she didn’t have any of the tar compound they used ignite the creatures. But none of that matter. This monster was taking the only thing she had left, and she wasn’t going to let him do it with out a fight. Once again Zita went flying back into the same cluster of trees, and once again she pulled her body up off the ground, screaming at the bastard that she would kill him. It was the last thing she said to him.
The next two years of Zita’s life were spent in hell. The vampire that killed her mother and took the one thing she had to live for her, didn’t take mercy on her and kill her. No he sent her to hell instead, and decided to keep her as his little pet. He liked the fact that she had defended her mother, even though it meant death for her. He also loved the fact that she was the last surviving Valerious and she was at his mercy. So for the next two years he kept her prisoner in his home, dressing her up like a doll, parading her in front of his other vampire guests-with a gold jeweled collar around her neck and a matching chain attached to it. He would croon like a stuffed peacock how he had the last living Valerious, how it had been easy to capture her—like taking candy from a baby. Zita would swear at them; that she would get even, that she would kill them all. She knew that speaking out when she wasn’t supposed to would earn her a sound beating later…but she didn’t care. Her life was nothing, she had no friends, no family, nothing. She was already dead anyway, she'd died the night her mother had been killed.
Just when Zita thought that her nightmare couldn’t get any worse, she went from being the star in her own personal horror movie to the monster of the horror picture. It was on the night of her seventeenth birthday, and just like the night she’d been born the harvest moon hung high in the sky, it’s presences an ominous sign if Zita had ever seen one. She'd long since lost faith in the lady of the moon, the two years of hell she'd endured was proof that the lady did not look after Zita any longer. She’d been Sitting in her room waiting for the women who tended to her to come dress her, when Demetri came barging into her room, a look of pure delight oh his face. Zita’s curled her lip at him and asked him what the hell he was doing barging into her chamber, acting as if the chamber were her own to call. It was the last thing she would speak as a human.
Zita lay in her bed withering in agony her body shaking violently as the venom coursed through her veins, the burning pain was almost unbearable. But she didn’t make a sound, not even when Demetri started experimenting on her and started injecting spider venom into her body. She'd forgotten that the bastard claimed to be a scientist of the vampire world. In her seventeen years Zita had never known such rage as her body lay there in agony, he was turning her into the very thing she hated more then him. This was worse then loosing her family, worse then being his pet for the last two years. Being nothing but a toy to a man she despised for the rest of her life, she could handle. But being a vampire she couldn’t, becoming a vampire was irreversible.
Rebirth
The first thing Zita felt when she woke was rage. Blinding. Consuming rage. Her eyes darted around the room, looking for the bastard who had done this to her, Demetri was hovering over her bed a smug look on his face. Demetri crooned that it had been a rough three days that she had almost died several times during her transformation, but she was now a healthy newborn. It took seconds for what he said to sink into Zita’s head, and only seconds for her to rip the chains out of the wall and attack Demetri. She sunk her teeth into Demetri’s neck, tearing his flesh from his neck in one swift graceful motion. Zita jumped back to defend herself against Demetri’s attack, (her body nothing but a blur)but his attack never came.
Demetri lay on the ground his body stiff, his eyes darting frantically around the room. Zita darted back to his body and stared down at him, it was as she watched his eyes cloud with fear that she realize what had happened. She tossed her head back and laughed, her bell like laughter bouncing off the walls of her bedroom. Demetri’s little experiment had worked, but it had backfired. She crouched next to his body her own smug look on her face. She told him that he should have just killed her when he found her in the woods, but not to worry he wouldn't live long to regret it. She tore his limbs from his body, taking great satisfaction in doing so. Zita darted away from the house, smiling as the piercing screams could be heard through the village as they watched the large castle burn.
Zita’s life continued much as it had when she was human, she hunted vampires and children of the moon. Fighting in the memory of her fallen loved ones, fighting in the memory of the girl she’d lost when her mother died. The only difference of course was she was now just like the monsters she fought.
Zita laid there in the snow listening to everything around her; the slight whooshing noise as a flock of birds flew over head, there rapid fluttering heartbeats beating against their rib cages, the pine needles as they floated listless to the ground, the rustle of snow as a heard of elk two miles out shifted through the snow for food, the trickle of water as it bounced over rocks down stream, and the soft noise of a set of feet dancing over the snow. The wind shifted, swirling the snow around her dark brown curls, the gentle breeze swirled around her body, brushing across her marble skin like a lovers soft lips. It twisted through her senses; the air smelled of, moss that covered several of the trees, the many pine trees that surrounded here, the grass that lay beneath several feet of the snow, the same heard of elk, the smell of clean spring water, and two very different sets of sweet perfume that could only belong to her. Zita smiled into the snow; she had already been very aware of the female vampire’s presence long before she had taken the two steps toward her, she wasn’t surprised either after the female had made her presence known, that no sooner she was joined by another vampire.
She knew from the smell that the vampire who had joined her was male, she’d heard the vampire a few miles back, as the wind shifted through his hair, and he attempted to tame it back into place. She wondered curiously if these two vampires were with the other three. Curious—very curious. Her personality and everything that made her Zita warred against the need to jump up and defend her self. She knew that at the moment that they were of no threat to her, but her instincts were telling her other wise, she was quickly become out numbered. She mentally tamped down on the urged to go all Buffy the vampire slayer. She took several deep breaths, cooling her instincts completely, she weighed her options, she knew she couldn’t just lay here pretending like she hadn’t heard there approach. Vampires (especially the old ones) where temperamental if they felt that they were being snubbed by some one they viewed as a lesser person. So she figured that she would take the high route. She sprung up on to the balls of her feet, and quickly brushed the snow out of her clothing. [/color]
