Penelope Blaise

[Penelope Blaise]

Penelope Marie Blaise
PLAY BY: Jenna Coleman

♦ THE BASICS ♦

AGE: Two-hundred fifty-six; turned at twenty-two.
GENDER: Female
ORIENTATION: Homosexual
POSITION: Loner
RACE: Vampire

♦ THE FREEFORM ♦

strangers on your breath

"Do not be afraid."

But she wasn't. Or perhaps, she simply wasn't knowledgeable enough to know to be afraid. A learned girl, there was still no way to be prepared for what was to come. So she stood tall and looked brave as the woman approached her. As she pressed a hand, almost gently, to her cheek. A thumb brushed across her cheekbone as if she was something delicate.

Moments later, she discovered just how delicate she had been.

When she woke, she was disoriented. Hungry, but with a craving she had never before recognized. Staring down at her were those bright blue eyes she had grown familiar with over the past weeks.

"What has happened to me?"

shoot me like a star

Oh, how I had loved the hunt.

It was as much as a sport as it was a survival technique. It was how I was taught. How I ate for so years, too. Nobody questioned a missing person for too long. We would take someone, and then let them loose into the woods. Once they had enough time to run far enough, we chased them. Never did anyone escape, but I could compare it to fox hunting, only more...exhilarating.

I will never forget the first time I tasted blood.

falling from the sky

Fangs pierced through skin easily, the warm crimson liquid flooding her senses. It smelt of copper but tasted almost sweet. An overload to her system as she could feel a wave of new energy start to pulse through her form. The hands that had been trying to push her away fell limp as she gulped as much as she could.

"There is no need to rush, my dear." A hand pressed to her shoulder, and the newly turned vampire felt a rumble in her throat before she snarled at the connection. Her sire laughed at the animalistic response she was given, but her hand remained, grip tightening. "Slow down."

And so she did. Her eyes hadn't needed to look up to see the way her sire smiled down at her. How she practically coddled Penelope. "Good. Enjoy it."

When she stood, the drained body dropped carelessly to the ground. Only then had she recognized the form. A girl - one of her own students. Of course her sire would make the first kill someone she knew. Someone that had once been so bright, and now lying lifeless and crumpled on the ground.

It did not matter; she wanted more.

you're the heart, i'm the beat

For a decade, I followed in my sire's footsteps. I watched and learned how she moved and manipulated people. It wasn't long before I determined that there could be more to all of this.

And so I left. It was refreshing to be away from her, and with my own techniques I found myself advancing more than I could have imagined. The human mind is simple, and I was quick to discover I could hold a certain influence over people.

I cannot claim that I controled Great Britain and Ireland, but I held a close relationship with Miss Alexandrina.

but my heart's getting dark

"My Queen." Her head tilted down, fingers curling around the material of her dress as she bent her knee. A royal gesture for a royal woman. Those stunning blue eyes looked into her own lifeless ones, and she could see the corner of her lip drag up into a smile.

In the privacy of her own bedroom, Queen Victoria could be much more relaxed. She was relaxed around this person she'd known for months now. The one who had somehow slipped under her guard with ease.

The Queen extended her hand, and Penelope reached for it. Her hand curling gently around her fingers before drawing it to her mouth. She could feel her pulse - hear it, even. In her time knowing her, there was always the animalistic instinct that kicked in. How tempting it was to take a taste of royal blood.

But she simply pressed her lips to the top of her hand, letting go a moment later and standing up straight.

"What gives me the pleasure this evening?"

Penelope raised her eyebrows. Poised. Perfect, almost like royalty herself. "The pleasure is mine, your Highness."

on the edge of the cliff

I favored Alexandrina, but I could never stay for too long. So I travelled - from country to country. Europe was so small, I almost had my hands in every country, for a while. It was enjoyable, tugging strings and watching the way tides could change from the power of suggestion.

I returned to England when the Queen died. It was the turn of a new century, and when a man took her place, I found myself disgusted. I could not bring myself to be involved with the monarch under such a ruling. The one that followed only did worse, and at the turn of the first World War, I walked away from politics entirely. If the human race was so determined to kill themselves, I was not going to stop them.

now i can't breathe

War gave for excellent opportunity. Borders were tightened, but it made feeding so much easier. So easy, it almost became a bore. Europe was growing boring and wars across the Middle East made no sense to her. So eventually she left it all, even England.

Penelope first stepped on American soil for the first time, having no interest in going overseas before. Her nose crinkled as her high heels sunk into the dirt. This was supposed to be a land of opportunity, and upon first impression, she was unimpressed.

It smelt.

But she stayed - to travel and learn, skipping back and forth between the Canadian and United States borders throughout the years. It only happened that she had landed herself in Chicago when the virus began.

do you want a way out?

When I first saw her, I was intrigued. More importantly, I found myself hungry.

And she was... unique, to say the least. Certainly unlike anyone else I had ever encountered before in all the years I had walked this earth, especially now that the vampire race is known.

At first, I was unsure if she were brave, or simply stupid.

i just want to be a criminal with you

She had been watching, for a while. Long enough to know where she lived. It was how she winded up on her doorstep, sounding pained like she needed that blood. In truth, Penelope expected the chase, and it perplexed her when it never came about.

Just do it, she had said. It was a first to hear; she never had taken blood from the willing before. Was that what made it so sweet? So incredibly intoxicating? Or perhaps it was just this girl, young and so stupid.

She continued to visit. To learn. To obsess.

There was never a doubt in her mind as to what was going to do.

♦ THE PLAYER ♦

USERNAME: Sai
AGE GROUP: Twenty-five
EXPERIENCE: A handful of years.
WHERE DID YOU FIND US? I am DLC for Eddie.

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ACCEPTED!
Go forth and do thy claims, my child!