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FULL NAME:: Verdandi "Verda" Ambrose Fairburn
NICKNAMES:: Verda, Amber Rose, Dandi
GENDER:: Female
ACTUAL AGE:: 224
APPARENT AGE:: 24
SPECIES/RACE:: Plus
PREFERRED PRONOUNS:: She/Her/Herself
SEXUAL ORIENTATION:: Pansexual
FACECLAIM:: Scarlett Johansson
NATIONALITY:: American
HEIGHT:: 5'8"
HAIR:: Short curly dirty blonde hair
EYES:: Green with specks of gray and brown near the pupil
SKIN:: Creamy soft tan
DISTINGUISHING MARKS:: Verdandi is a beautiful woman. Over the years, she has changed her hairstyle multiple times, and currently satisfied with the short curly dirty blond hair that has a shine to it when the light hits it. Her vibrant green eyes hide behind dark sunglasses even at night for certain reasons.
Verdandi’s outfits are too modest most of the time even during the sweating heats of summer. If she is in public, she dons on a jacket over whatever she is wearing to conceal the scars on her arms. When she decides to be fashionable, she will grab a dress out of her closest, put on some matching heels, attach some jewelry and bam! Gorgeous! Most of the time she just slips on some blue jean pants, a t-shirt with some crazy pattern on it and sneakers; but only when she does not have to work.
Verdandi is always wearing her rose studded earrings. If asked, she’ll comment that they were a gift from someone.
PERSONALITY:: Verdandi embraces a calm and patient personality that has aided her well over the years. She has adapted herself into the civilian society through the usage of multiple personas. If she is with friends, she allows herself to unwind and laugh at horrible jokes. Verdandi will admit she enjoys the company of dominate women, and often flirts with them though she never makes a romantic or sexual commitment. However, she is extremely vain though fanning it won’t get you a positive review.
When Verdandi is in battle, any hint of compassion is gone. She is dangerous, merciless and will kill due to her years of experience of getting over death. She has lived her life as a solitary person despite the many cruel friends she manages to keep. Verdandi has no ethical or moral boundaries. This is most likely when she reverts to Vidar, her original self.
LIKES::
DISLIKES::
STRENGTHS::
WEAKNESSES::
SECRETS:: Vidar has developed multiple personas over the years, and retracts to his original self in order to asset a situation correctly.
RANK:: Currently is no member of any organization; refers to herself as the Blood Magician
POWERS::
WEAKNESSES::
HOMETOWN:: New York City, New York
PROFESSION:: Art and Literary Critic; Blood Magician
PARENTS:: Deceased and unimportant
SIBLINGS:: Deceased and unimportant
EXTENDED FAMILY:: Lover - deceased
MARITAL STATUS:: Single
HISTORY:: :: Verdandi’s history is a strange one if anybody knew of it. Her original self is Vidar Haunt, heir to a corporation of businesses who later ‘died’ in a fire.
Vidar was a normal human once upon a time, but has long since forsaken that title. Raised to be a businessman with the aid of his father and governess, his father decided it was more important to have an affair with the governess in which his mother simply did not acknowledge it. Vidar hid his abilities from his family and associates (he refused to call them friends for the network they developed was simply there to develop connections and power; they were more than willing to stab each other in the back if the situation called for it). Vidar embraced a cold personality with no regards to humankind as he sees them nothing more than dirt and vermin beneath his shoes.
Vidar first met Sindri at the local library in the art section. Sindri, a local artist, was studying techniques of the old masters to become a better artist. Vidar was just bored. There, they bonded a friendship, and it was the first time Vidar could relate to another human being. Three months later, Vidar offered an invitation to an art exhibition; Sindri vowed to repay him, but Vidar shrugged saying he had more than enough money working for his father. In his best clothes, Sindri met Vidar in front of the gallery building, and the two stepped inside to explore the paintings. It was sometime between a terrible joke and a broken sculpture that Vidar realized he was in love with his friend.
A month later, Vidar was returning from business in another city when his sight caught the gaze of a beautiful woman who strangely resembled Sindri raising the suspicion that Sindri was possibly a prostitute in the poor section of New York. Haunted by this, the day he hurried to Sindri’s home. When the door opened, Vidar knew that Sindri was indeed the prostitute he saw yesterday. Unable to contain it anymore, Vidar express his feelings, and kissed Sindri. Vidar offered his townhouse for them to live in. Sindri explained the reason behind his prostitution was so he could afford the art supplies since his paintings weren’t selling. Vidar would return later that night once all the preparations made at the home.
When Vidar returned that evening, Sindri was lying dead; his body raped and abused from the gang members surrounding him. In a rage, Vidar slaughtered the men with his blood manipulation. The apartment building was set on fire, but no word on who started it.
Through a series of unfortunate events, Vidar became more ruthless. He became a fearless tyrant who built companies within a day, plenty of money in the bank, and powerful men under his control.
Vidar discovered his blood manipulation when he cut himself from a letter opener. Since then, he discovered his techniques through killing other unworthy associates. Over the years, Vidar has adapted to his abilities of blood manipulation, and learned many things when experimenting. This enabled him to cheat Death (who is, by the way, very irritated at this), partake in any personality or occupation he wished, and enabled him to live through the past 224 years comfortably (but not without their own dangers). Currently, he is Verdandi, an art and literature critic of renown in the industries. Vidar/Verdandi has never married, no next-of-kin (that history is for another time), and never has taken a lover.
Verdandi has mostly kept out of sight until now…
OOC NAME:: Verde
ROLEPLAYING EXPERIENCE:: While my role playing experience is that of a n00b, I have experience in writing (very Nathaniel Hawthorne-ish), and can only gain experience points from here!
ANY NOTES:: My super power is psychoanalysis.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:: Verdandi sat in her white and clean office, sipping a cup of warm strawberry lemon tea complete with two spoons of sugar. Anymore would ruin the taste, and any less would damper it. Turning around in her chair, she stared out the window of her office, and into the busy sector of the city below. Contrary to anybody who might have kept up with her past lives, she continued to live in New York City with no real purpose to anyone who knew her.
Turning back to her clutter-free desk, Verdandi stared at the list of things to do involving reading some novice work that somehow became the best seller for the past week. Setting her cup down, she leaned back in her comfortable white plush chair, and continued her work. Classical music played in the background, softly echoing in the small office that held no personal decorations. There was no photo of friends or family, a pet or even a vacation. It was bare, clean, and Verdandi enjoyed it. She had long ago adapted to this lack of style which kept curious people from invading her life too much after a glare.
Verdandi kept a careful eye on how her long sleeve cashmere jacket shifted upwards. It was an unbreakable habit when it concerned her scars from that night many years ago. It was safer to keep them hidden than rework them around disgusting tattoos that could be easily recognized. Keeping it simple had worked for her all these years so far, and she was not going to stop unless she needed to.
She picked up her cup to take another sip of tea, and realized that she had consumed it. She pouted slightly before remembering she was in public. Redeeming herself in the manner her father taught her, Verdandi stood up to go collect some hot water to make more tea.
{ Verdandi Ambrose Fairburn }
FULL NAME:: Verdandi "Verda" Ambrose Fairburn
NICKNAMES:: Verda, Amber Rose, Dandi
GENDER:: Female
ACTUAL AGE:: 224
APPARENT AGE:: 24
SPECIES/RACE:: Plus
PREFERRED PRONOUNS:: She/Her/Herself
SEXUAL ORIENTATION:: Pansexual
{ APPEARANCE } |
FACECLAIM:: Scarlett Johansson
NATIONALITY:: American
HEIGHT:: 5'8"
HAIR:: Short curly dirty blonde hair
EYES:: Green with specks of gray and brown near the pupil
SKIN:: Creamy soft tan
DISTINGUISHING MARKS:: Verdandi is a beautiful woman. Over the years, she has changed her hairstyle multiple times, and currently satisfied with the short curly dirty blond hair that has a shine to it when the light hits it. Her vibrant green eyes hide behind dark sunglasses even at night for certain reasons.
Verdandi’s outfits are too modest most of the time even during the sweating heats of summer. If she is in public, she dons on a jacket over whatever she is wearing to conceal the scars on her arms. When she decides to be fashionable, she will grab a dress out of her closest, put on some matching heels, attach some jewelry and bam! Gorgeous! Most of the time she just slips on some blue jean pants, a t-shirt with some crazy pattern on it and sneakers; but only when she does not have to work.
Verdandi is always wearing her rose studded earrings. If asked, she’ll comment that they were a gift from someone.
{ PERSONALITY } |
PERSONALITY:: Verdandi embraces a calm and patient personality that has aided her well over the years. She has adapted herself into the civilian society through the usage of multiple personas. If she is with friends, she allows herself to unwind and laugh at horrible jokes. Verdandi will admit she enjoys the company of dominate women, and often flirts with them though she never makes a romantic or sexual commitment. However, she is extremely vain though fanning it won’t get you a positive review.
When Verdandi is in battle, any hint of compassion is gone. She is dangerous, merciless and will kill due to her years of experience of getting over death. She has lived her life as a solitary person despite the many cruel friends she manages to keep. Verdandi has no ethical or moral boundaries. This is most likely when she reverts to Vidar, her original self.
LIKES::
- Warm strawberry lemon tea with two spoons of sugar
- Classical literature
- Causing a bit of mischief
- Terrible jokes
- Cleanliness
- Flirting
DISLIKES::
- Coffee
- Elves and Humans
- People who just won't die
- Anything and anyone dirty
- Rude and immature people
STRENGTHS::
- Dealing with difficult people
- Murdering/Stealing
- Calm/Patient
- Handling large crowds
- Leadership qualities
WEAKNESSES::
- Murdering (ethical boundary)
- Racist remarks towards Elves and Humans
- Quick temper when dealing with certain people
- Doesn't work well in groups especially if the leader is incompetent (in her opinion)
- Has an arsenal of insults for distasteful people
SECRETS:: Vidar has developed multiple personas over the years, and retracts to his original self in order to asset a situation correctly.
{ RACIAL SPECIFICS } |
RANK:: Currently is no member of any organization; refers to herself as the Blood Magician
POWERS::
- Infection - able to control a victim's body via manipulating their blood. This is done via her magical eyes which she keeps hidden behind sunglasses. Side effects include infections, hemorrhage, blood clots and high chance of death.
- Infuse and Solidify - able to mix blood with any liquid to control it. If needed, the liquid can shift to a solid state. Others Blood and Verdandi's Blood can be used.
- Shift - Vidar has developed the ability to alter his DNA. Shifting into a new form can take weeks as it is a slow and painful process, but once the 'body' is 'remembered' then it's easy to shift between though this takes a lot out of Vidar.
WEAKNESSES::
- Fire/Heat
- Ice/Cold
- Hatred for Elves and Humans
- Human diseases and the like
{ BACKGROUND } |
HOMETOWN:: New York City, New York
PROFESSION:: Art and Literary Critic; Blood Magician
PARENTS:: Deceased and unimportant
SIBLINGS:: Deceased and unimportant
EXTENDED FAMILY:: Lover - deceased
MARITAL STATUS:: Single
HISTORY:: :: Verdandi’s history is a strange one if anybody knew of it. Her original self is Vidar Haunt, heir to a corporation of businesses who later ‘died’ in a fire.
Vidar was a normal human once upon a time, but has long since forsaken that title. Raised to be a businessman with the aid of his father and governess, his father decided it was more important to have an affair with the governess in which his mother simply did not acknowledge it. Vidar hid his abilities from his family and associates (he refused to call them friends for the network they developed was simply there to develop connections and power; they were more than willing to stab each other in the back if the situation called for it). Vidar embraced a cold personality with no regards to humankind as he sees them nothing more than dirt and vermin beneath his shoes.
Vidar first met Sindri at the local library in the art section. Sindri, a local artist, was studying techniques of the old masters to become a better artist. Vidar was just bored. There, they bonded a friendship, and it was the first time Vidar could relate to another human being. Three months later, Vidar offered an invitation to an art exhibition; Sindri vowed to repay him, but Vidar shrugged saying he had more than enough money working for his father. In his best clothes, Sindri met Vidar in front of the gallery building, and the two stepped inside to explore the paintings. It was sometime between a terrible joke and a broken sculpture that Vidar realized he was in love with his friend.
A month later, Vidar was returning from business in another city when his sight caught the gaze of a beautiful woman who strangely resembled Sindri raising the suspicion that Sindri was possibly a prostitute in the poor section of New York. Haunted by this, the day he hurried to Sindri’s home. When the door opened, Vidar knew that Sindri was indeed the prostitute he saw yesterday. Unable to contain it anymore, Vidar express his feelings, and kissed Sindri. Vidar offered his townhouse for them to live in. Sindri explained the reason behind his prostitution was so he could afford the art supplies since his paintings weren’t selling. Vidar would return later that night once all the preparations made at the home.
When Vidar returned that evening, Sindri was lying dead; his body raped and abused from the gang members surrounding him. In a rage, Vidar slaughtered the men with his blood manipulation. The apartment building was set on fire, but no word on who started it.
Through a series of unfortunate events, Vidar became more ruthless. He became a fearless tyrant who built companies within a day, plenty of money in the bank, and powerful men under his control.
Vidar discovered his blood manipulation when he cut himself from a letter opener. Since then, he discovered his techniques through killing other unworthy associates. Over the years, Vidar has adapted to his abilities of blood manipulation, and learned many things when experimenting. This enabled him to cheat Death (who is, by the way, very irritated at this), partake in any personality or occupation he wished, and enabled him to live through the past 224 years comfortably (but not without their own dangers). Currently, he is Verdandi, an art and literature critic of renown in the industries. Vidar/Verdandi has never married, no next-of-kin (that history is for another time), and never has taken a lover.
Verdandi has mostly kept out of sight until now…
{ OUT OF CHARACTER } |
OOC NAME:: Verde
ROLEPLAYING EXPERIENCE:: While my role playing experience is that of a n00b, I have experience in writing (very Nathaniel Hawthorne-ish), and can only gain experience points from here!
ANY NOTES:: My super power is psychoanalysis.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:: Verdandi sat in her white and clean office, sipping a cup of warm strawberry lemon tea complete with two spoons of sugar. Anymore would ruin the taste, and any less would damper it. Turning around in her chair, she stared out the window of her office, and into the busy sector of the city below. Contrary to anybody who might have kept up with her past lives, she continued to live in New York City with no real purpose to anyone who knew her.
Turning back to her clutter-free desk, Verdandi stared at the list of things to do involving reading some novice work that somehow became the best seller for the past week. Setting her cup down, she leaned back in her comfortable white plush chair, and continued her work. Classical music played in the background, softly echoing in the small office that held no personal decorations. There was no photo of friends or family, a pet or even a vacation. It was bare, clean, and Verdandi enjoyed it. She had long ago adapted to this lack of style which kept curious people from invading her life too much after a glare.
Verdandi kept a careful eye on how her long sleeve cashmere jacket shifted upwards. It was an unbreakable habit when it concerned her scars from that night many years ago. It was safer to keep them hidden than rework them around disgusting tattoos that could be easily recognized. Keeping it simple had worked for her all these years so far, and she was not going to stop unless she needed to.
She picked up her cup to take another sip of tea, and realized that she had consumed it. She pouted slightly before remembering she was in public. Redeeming herself in the manner her father taught her, Verdandi stood up to go collect some hot water to make more tea.
