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Arianna Falco (timetis_messor) wrote,
@ 2020-06-10 18:31:00

Bio

Basics

Name: Arianna Falco [Giovanni]
Alias(es): [The] Reaper
Race: Vampire
Nationality: Italian
Home: Los Angeles
Age (actual): 143
Age at Death: 23
Birthday: November 12, 1865
Date of Death: April 06, 1888

Appearance

Eyes: Green
Hair: Black
Complexion: Fair, like porcelain.
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 116
Build: Arianna has an hourglass figure, with long legs and a tall torso.
Defining Marks: A small birthmark on the back of her neck, and 2 small puncture wounds on her inner thigh.

Personality

Arianna’s personality all depends on her state of mind…which is never quite right, do to circumstances that happened throughout her lifetime, and her time as a vampire. Because of her addiction to Faerie and Witch blood, she spends a lot of her time going through the motions in a drugged up state of being. When she first drinks it, it hits her almost immediately, and everything is wonderful, and warm, and fuzzy, but it also makes it hard for her to function until she’s come down a bit. After that phase, she’s ready to go out and party, and dance, and seduce all the pretty young men who make her feel wanted. It’s pretty much a nightly occurrence for her to drag some poor unsuspecting bastard back to his place, screw ‘em, and then kill ‘em, since she’s usually coming down by that point, and she’s starving. After that, she goes home and sleeps, since the sun is starting to rise…

…but just hope she’s able to sleep, and that she isn’t awake when she comes down from her high. Because she depends so much on the narcotic effects of the blood she drinks, when it leaves her system, she goes through a bit of a ‘with drawl’ session, and it’s then that it’s clear how mentally unstable she really is. She doesn’t always make sense when she speaks, and she’s violent, until she gets another vial of the substance she craves.

When she doesn’t take the blood, and comes down enough to act normal, she distracts her cravings by feeding off more humans, but her sex drive is definitely decreased when she’s in this state.

In general, Arianna is not the friendliest of people, because she has severe trust issues that transfered over from when she was a human. Anyone who might be a threat to her is destroyed immediately...when she can help it.

History

Born in the year 1865, Arianna was brought home to a small cottage in Northern Italy just a few days after her birth. Her parents were loving, and caring, and raised her to say ‘please’ and ‘thank you’, and taught her how to take care of herself. She was always appreciative, and never talked back…until the day they told her she was to have an arranged marriage to a man she had never met before. The girl was only 17 years old, and hated the idea of spending her life with someone she might not even like, let alone love. But, she could not go against her parent’s wishes…so she got all dressed up in her mother’s white dress, put on a veil, held a bouquet of beautifully arranged flowers, and walked down the aisle, walking towards the man who she would spend the rest of her life with; a much older man named Anthony Giovani. They exchanged vows, and rings, and that night she made love to her new husband…and when he fell asleep, spent the entire rest of the night silently crying until she fell asleep.

She woke up each morning, even more miserable than she had been the day before, and made her husband breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and every night he would take her to the bedroom, hoping to impregnate the young woman so that he could have a strong and healthy son. Arianna (or ‘Ari’ as he would call her, ever since she told him how much she hated it) had a difficult time becoming pregnant, and Anthony thought it was her fault; that there was something wrong with her, and would often yell at her, or even hit her on occasion to show how displeased he was about her not giving him what he wanted.

This went on for 5 years.

One night, when Anthony was out of town, the young woman left the house, just to get away for a while. She went to the local market, since it was still early enough for it to be open, and while she was looking for some fresh vegetables, her eyes lifted up to regard the unfamiliar, attractive man who had approached her, asking if she needed some assistance. All she did was give a sheepish smile and shake her head, before she left.

A few months passed, and then Anthony left again…and Arianna returned to the market, hoping to run into the good looking, polite stranger that she had seen earlier in the year. She doubted she would, but…he was there, and this time when he asked if he could assist her, she nodded her head quickly, looking a bit more desperate to talk to him more than she would have liked. He just gave her a charming smile, and walked her around the market until it closed. Even after there was nothing left to shop for, she found herself talking to this man until it was very late. He was absolutely fascinating, and had the strangest way of speaking. He definitely wasn’t from around there, and that just made her all the more interesting.

Leaving his company, she returned home, hoping to find an empty house…but Anthony’s trip had been cut short, and he returned home much sooner than she had expected. Upon hearing about her being out with another man, Anthony was furious, and made sure Arianna knew just how unhappy he was about her ‘flirting’ with this stranger. When she got dressed the next day, she had to cover up any bruises that might have been showing…but on her way back from a trip into town, the mysterious man stopped her, and told her that if she came with him, he could save her from all the troubles she was having at home, and that he’d make sure Anthony never touched her again. Being frightened of her husband and completely miserable with the marriage she had, and how he treated her, she agreed to go with him…

Following him back to his home, she stood in the middle of his sitting room, taking in her surroundings, gasping when she felt him come up behind her, snaking an arm around her waist. Her hands went to his arm, noticing just hold cold he was, and she suddenly had second thoughts about this. She told him she couldn’t do this, but the man was persuasive…and his lips against her skin felt wonderful as he placed kisses along the curve of her neck. Her eyes shut, and she let herself lean against him, never feeling so wanted in her entire life.

She turned to face him, and he walked her backwards so she had no where left to go but the couch. His hands continued to roam her skin, and she felt herself gripping at his shirt, desperately wanting to kiss him because of how he was making her feel. He kept telling her how wonderful she smelt, and how soft her skin was, and how she didn’t deserve to be treated the way she had been treated for so long. He shifted her thoughts around with his words, telling her how Anthony needed to pay, and how she was so much better and stronger than he would ever be. After taking so much abuse for so long, she bought into it, and didn’t stop him when he began to shift her skirt higher and higher up her long, tanned legs.

”I can help you…I can give you the strength to give him what he deserves…so you can have what you deserve…”

How could she refuse an offer like this? She nodded her head, begging him to please help her…and even though she felt her eyes widen at the sight of his olive orbs turning red, and felt her heart begin to race when his teeth elongated, she didn’t even try to scoot away when he lowered himself down, and let his cool tongue run along the smooth flesh of her inner thigh before biting down on the vein that was there, causing Arianna to let out a sort of yelp as she tossed her head back, her hands gripping at the man’s hair as her face contorted due to the pain. Her grip loosened, since the blood loss was making her weak, but she gasped again when she felt him move up towards her, turning her head towards him so she could face him. Her eyes were half lidded as she focused in on him, and her leg was throbbing. He ran his tongue along one of his sharp, razor like teeth, and she saw the blood start flowing into his mouth before he placed his hand at the back of her neck and pulled her forward, kissing her intensely so that she had no choice but to swallow the metallic tasting fluid, whimpering a little bit before he pulled back. A bead of crimson liquid dripped out of the corner of her mouth, and her breath became labored noticing that everything was going white…and then everything faded to black as she slipped away; her life ending on this stranger’s couch.

Because her husband and family was unaware of her death, she did not get a proper burial…or one at all, actually. Instead, she was carried into a spare room, where she would lay on silk sheets until she became the creature she would exist as for the rest of her time on earth. It was definitely disorienting, waking up in a strange place, feeling the way she did…but her sire was there to make sure she adjusted. He cleaned her up, and made sure she was well dressed before letting her go off to find her dear, darling husband. She was weak, since she had yet to eat anything…but that would soon change.

When she arrived at home, she was greeted by a disgruntled Anthony, who was pissed about her being gone for a few days…but when he struck her to punish her, she didn’t fall like she usually did. Instead, she just stood there, her head merely turning slightly to the side because of the back hand. It was then that she let out a maniacal laugh…because it was then that she realized that she was the one who was in control. Her own hand was used to strike down the man who had bruised her body and spirit for the last 6 years, and by the time she was done with him, he was nothing more than a bloody mess…and when she was through having her fun, she let her new fangs sink deep into the flesh of his throat, sucking him dry until he was nothing more than a mangled corpse.

The first thing she did was return to see the man who had turned her, telling him all about how she had snapped the arms he used to swing at her, and how she had crushed the legs that made him advance towards her when he was yelling at her, and how she had cut out the tongue that had said so many horrible things to her. He just laughed, and then scooped her up and lead her off to his bedroom, where they stayed for hours, and hours until they were both too exhausted to move.

Things stayed this way for a long time; 110 years, to be specific. They traveled all over the world, before finally going over to America on a fishing boat. The year was 1998, and Arianna’s total age was 133. She had come a long way, and had even come to be known as ‘The Reaper’ by people who saw the work she had done. Arriving in the states, she and her male companion, her sire, roamed around the state of California, making themselves at home, killing as many people as they desired…until one day, when a slayer drove a steak into her lover’s chest, turning him into a pile of dust. Arianna didn’t take to this very well, since all she saw was everything good that had ever happened to her turn into nothing more than ash. A rage burned inside of her, and she attacked the slayer, slashing at her with her nails before twisting her neck, hearing a satisfying crack as she did so. After that, she roamed the streets, until a vampire she had met in her travels suggested she try something that would dull the pain…and it was then that she twirled a glass vial of blood between her fingers, and tilted it back into her mouth, letting what would become an addiction for her from that point on slide down her throat; faerie blood. The effect its blood had on her was a little startling, but once she got used to it, it was amazing. It was something she needed to feel all the time…and she did everything in her power to make sure she did.

She also learned it made sex a million times better.

The year is now 2009, and Arianna Falco is still roaming the streets of Los Angeles, looking for blood from all sources, whether it’s to survive or just to feel completely doped up. She kills without mercy, and after living as such a weak human, she doesn’t take shit from anyone.

She’s in control…and if someone makes her feel otherwise, than they’ll most likely end up with broken limbs…and a broken neck.