Mistral Edain

"My name is Mistral Edain, though most do call me Mist and so should you. My story is short enough in the telling... I was mortal-born at Geneva on the third day of February, in the year 1712, under a blood Terran moon. It was not a happy occasion for my mother died during the birth, leaving my father with a burden he was unwilling to carry further than my tenth birthday. It was at this time that I was left to the care of relatives when my father found hasty need to leave town, after being involved in a brawl. I was fated, then, to live with my aunt and uncle in Turin, where they had me baptised and sought to raise me 'properly'. It was not such a horrible time in my life but I would say that for my mortal days, it was a time of great turmoil; what one may expect of adolescence, a time when a soul first truly awakens and begins its struggle between darkness and light.

My feigned enthusiasm for religion was soon seen for what it truly was and my aunt, a strict Catholic, complained endlessly of the burden of saving me. I admit that I was not an easy child to deal with. I was given to fits of dark brooding, and sometimes great tantrums, but looking back now I can honestly say my soul was in no real danger. That quickly changed in the blink of an eye when, around my late teens, she sought to betroth me to a young and ambitious Machiavellian, by the name of Frederic Warrens. I’d always been astute, understanding things perhaps a bit before others expected me to and so I saw this farce for what it really was. This arrangement had been concocted by my dear aunt as a means to promote her social credibility and see me to a proper husband.
Ironically, poor Frederic did not wish to marry me any more than I did him. I recall once during one of our few private conversations he explained that while he found me pleasing to the eye, he also thought that I was 'too cursed' with opinion and had an almost blasphemous attraction to the darker minutiae of existence. By this light, he claimed, he only sought to take me as wife for fear of my immortal soul. Naturally, the appanage he’d been promised by my uncle had nothing to do with it. I did us both a favour and ran away.

As to the details of how I was embraced, I usually decline from revealing my bloodline to those I do not know well, for even being of the same bloodline in this frequently macabre existence does not guarantee brotherhood among vampires. Indeed at times it will even be reason enough for another to seek your demise. This I will say, though: I was embraced at the age of twenty-two, then released to meet my fate as I might.

Things after that are a bit of a blur excepting for those few definitive moments we all have in our lives, or un-lives as the case may be. These moments which decide who we are and will become. I will not bore you with details, but will say that I owe much to those closest to me. Most of all, my betrothed, Devilin. He plucked me from the mire of my existence and set me upon a pedestal that is protected by his gentle embrace. I owe him all that I am, for he showed me what it meant to truly love, entwining our souls like the colours of a flame burning in the pentecost of our souls.

Appearance

"When I look in the mirror, bare-footed I see that am five foot two. I have pale skin, an hourglass figure, and a small, neat-featured face with soft, full lips that draw up into a sensual smile. My eyes are almond shaped and a brilliant emerald green. While I don't feel seductive I know from past encounters with others that I am seen that way. Apparently it's something about the expression on my face, combined with my voice which has been described to me as gentle and melodic. Personally, I think no such thing but I take their word on it.

Can one be seductive and distant? You see, I've also been described as distant. It's something I work hard on correcting, for that is not how I wish to be perceived.

My hair is made up of thick, dark curls of raven black which frame my face. Sometimes I braid it back, so that it brushes against the small of my back; the feeling is somehow comforting to me. I consider myself modest in nature but certainly not in appearance, for I enjoy wearing leather a great deal and stiletto boots always. I've a favourite pair that laces up and moulds snugly to my ankle before disappearing beneath the bottom of my skirt. I'm most often seen in what I consider my 'everyday outfit' of black leather skirt and a glove-soft leather vest, under which I wear a sheer white silk blouse with tiny pearl buttons. I think the blouse lends a softness to my look which I find completely desirable when matched with the leather."

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