BIOGRAPHY

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Name; Valturze Pandora Sang de Foncé
Birthday; February 13th, 1771
Age; 23 ( at death ), 246 ( today )
Birthplace; Faubourg Saint-Germain, Paris, France
Gender; Female
Sexuality; bisexual
Height; 5"6’
Hair; Black
Eyes; Purple / Lavender
Family; Father [ Marcus ] , Mother [ Mathilde ] & Younger Brother [ Alexandre ]
Current Location; Eastern Seaboard
Occupation; Seamstress / Filled with Vampire Self Loathing
Faceclaim; Katie McGrath

Personality;
[ pro ] loyal, thoughtful, intelligent, creative, wise & passionate
[ con ] depressive, stubborn, aloof, escapist, haughty & regretful

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Born the eldest daughter of the Marquis de la Salle, her life began - from its on set CHARMED ( from the outside looking in - ) the ancestral hôtel in the fashionable Faubourg Saint-Germain, the ponies & the royal playmates, the visits to Saint Cloud & Versailles - the handsome father & the ( younger ) beautiful mother but there were cracks. The marchioness was cold, distant & DISGUSTED by her daughter - by any creature that could match her, that could take away her attention, her glory - ! It was a beautiful but cold childhood, with only momentary glimpses of happiness from her father ( when he was around ) & from friends, as few & far between as those were. But she was … a solitary child. Happy enough & prettier than that. Alone in her own world, with the birth of a BELOVED brother - that world seemed to shrink … Until - she was presented to court, until she could out shine her mother ( much to her - outrage ! ) & serve a pretty, perfect & young ! queen. She was worshipped, she was honored to even be in her presence …

& then the world collapsed. Or the world that surrounded the French monarchy did & yes, that included the daughter of a marquis - the daughter of a TRAITOR TO FREEDOM ! She was eighteen when it started, when the Bastille was stormed & women ( fish wives ! ) stormed Versailles & she was almost caught, almost taken up by the mob - with pikes & knives, hungry bellies & wailing children. Her queen was safe & so was she - for now. She was nineteen when FINALLY ! - at her mothers insistance - she was married … to a much younger man - a child really - to save face, to save lives … a boy from a lesser branch of the Bourbon family - the union was almost more dangerous for existing but her mother saw it as status ! Even when the people were rioting, starving, even as they feared for their lives it was important to be ’ close to the King ! ’ to have children with status & royal blood & then … they began to spill that blood.

The child - husband was fifteen ( … barely ) when the food shortages began & even they - a family with rank ! with status ! starved. He died that winter - she was twenty one & a widow. Not that the marriage ever & mattered. Not to her, never for her. Her mother wanted another marriage ! another link to - death ? This time her father would not allow it - “ not until the country was stable, not until it was safe … ”

Then the tribunals started, 1793 & she was twenty - two when her father was arrested the first time - returned a few days later, SHAKEN. It was that same year - in the fall … that her queen was beheaded & the days grew dark & desperate. By that next June - 1794 - twenty - three now, the speed of the tribunal increased & by September … it was a September evening - warm night, a beautiful gold & blood red sunset, her last - when The Terror began.

They came after the sunlight had faded, leaving only red ANGRY streaks in the sky that matched the blood thirst in the streets. They barged down the door ( there were no guards - no money to pay them, no food to give them, two servants - too old to defend even themselves … ) with spikes & torches calling for the TRAITOR with royal blood & land to spare - they took her father first - grubby, dirty, shaking hands cuffed him & killed him two days later ( the case was not hard to plead he was guilty ! on the side of the king - even without his head ! ) her mother & brother were taken to The Conciergerie - to await ’ trial ’. Her brother died in December - he took a chill & never recovered & her mother … she lived. Long enough to be released … to nothing & no one … died penniless, without the status & the rank she so desired.

But the girl - the daughter - died that September night, 21st, 1794. They came with the mob - motivated by blood but for a different reason, not to spill but to drink & to REPLENISH their ranks. They were old by then, some ancient, & perhaps it was them that spurred on this FURY. It was them - these monsters living in the shadows, that thrived ! from this chaos ! from this lawlessness in the most beautiful city on Earth ! No kings now, they ruled, they influenced the Revolution, the blood lust, the need for more & more & – - more. & they needed her. Or someone like her. They needed young blood, noble blood. They had no quarrel with the nobility, they came from it themselves & this … TERROR made it so easy to replenish their ranks ! They came in & moved quickly, they found her barricaded in her room, terrified & crying, shaking in her night gown brandishing an iron poker from the long dead fire. She took a few swings but - they were made of the night, of the shadow. They moved faster than she could see, faster than she knew how to understand. Pale fingers encircled her - wrists, ankles, waist, calves, forearms — neck ! She was never sure how many there had been … but enough to over power her.

They killed her there - in her very room. Blood spilled on the carpet, blood that no one took any noticed of … ’ the girl ran away ! ’ the Tribunal decided, half heartedly making promises to find this lost daughter of the nobility, friend of princesses & devotee of queens. But she was forgotten - in the thrill of a Revolution one girl did not mean much.

She woke up in a dark, dank room. Under ground - in a catacomb. There were skulls, there was a stink of death ! & a THIRST ! A thirst like she had never known … She was born anew in that room & in that thirst … the girl shed her new name & was given another … shrowded in Darkness & Blood …

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ABOUT & RULES

Hello! I’m Harmony. I play various versions of Valturze de Sang Fonce, a character of my own creation. I am not Katie McGrath, her lovely face is simply inspiration for my character. As an OC I am not associated with any specific fandom although I am familiar with many (Vampire Chronicles, Supernatural, some Vampire Academy, Teen Wolf & Vampire Dairies to name a few) and if you are a character from any of those fandoms or even if you aren’t…I would love to play with you!

Feel free to drop me a message, check out my AUs, or simply respond to one of my starters. I am always open to a new character, relationship or AU, even if it is not one listed, simply drop me a message and we can figure something out. I am a literate roleplayer and I love a good plot and a partner that can roll with everything from a gif chat to a long para. I also appreciate plotting before we start a thread, just so that I know what I’m doing and we can give our characters a past together or so that we are both on the same page.

I am over 18 and open to mature/adult content. I will ONLY play mature themed storylines with someone who is 18+. If I discover someone is not of age and we are doing an NSFW thread, I reserve the right to end said thread.

I am a blog with a selective follow, only because a cluttered dash is extremely distracting to me.

Finally, I have multiple jobs, a boyfriend and a life that sometimes gets in the way, as well as other tumblr rp blogs that I am involved with as well, so at times my replies can be slow. However if it has been more than a week please message me and I will reply to our thread or let you know if there is an issue.

I love to hear from people and my fellow writers so if you have any comments, questions or concerns please don’t hesitate to drop me a message!

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