Character Registration//Asmaa Darzi Jan 23, 2009 16:24:38 GMT -5
Post by Asmaa Darzi on Jan 23, 2009 16:24:38 GMT -5
Name: Asmaa Darzi
Age: 150 (Turned at 19)
Age: 150 (Turned at 19)
Asmaa Darzi was born in Lebanon in 1859. Her parents were tailors (hence the surname Darzi). Her family was a traditional Muslim family, and she was happy. Until the year they went on a family vacation.Flaws/Personality traits:
Her family had taken a trip in the summer of 1878- Asmaa was not yet married- and her father wanted to leave the country for a while to take his mind off of it. He was by no means ashamed of his daughter, but the things her mother Antara (named after the 7th century poet) heard about the town drove her to near insanity.
Asmaa was the exploratorive type, which frequently got her into trouble back home. But no matter how far her family traveled she could not escape trouble.
One night she snuck out to gaze at the waning moon. She took a stroll through the croatian countryside, and after about half an hour she noticed that someone was following her. It was subtle at first, but she distincly heard her steps echo behind her. She turned to find a tall dark man who stuck to the shadows. He stepepd out into the pale moonlight- his skin was stark white- more so than the normal city folk-, and his eyes blazed red. She tried to run, but by the time she made two steps he was already in front of her- his devilish grin revealing perfectly white, sharp teeth. She tried to fight, her wrist snapped against his mrble skin when she struck him. She tried to scream, but it was of no use, he was already on her, his teeth sunk deep into her slender neck. She tried to push him off, buthe wouldn't move. she managed to knee him in the groin, he let go for a moment before throwing her casually into the nearest tree. Asmaa was thrown to quickly to realize what was happening, and wasn't able to sheild her face from the blow. The splintered wood pierced her face, her lipss, and most importantly- her eyes. She was struck blind.
They were deep enough in the woods for no one to hear her scream. The pain of the bite wound searing through her veins like the inferno itself. What ever had attacked her ran off- probably considered her damaged goods.
She laid there for about 3 days- but in all her pain it felt more like 3 years. Then suddenly, one day, it stopped. Along with her lungs and heart, her neck no longer hurt, and her face felt smooth as porcelain when she touched it. It was as if the tree hadn't hit her at all- well, almost. She still couldn't see. What she could do however, wasfeel she could feel every single movement around her, they resonated with her. She could see their movement (like sonar). And when she took off her shoes, it became clearer.
To this day she is still "blind". But Asmaa can see through her hands and feet, and she can almost see like she used to when it rains.
She knew eventually what had attacked her, and went through her first 50 years alone, but she's learned of others. She can tell them apart from humans by their smell. she ahs to be especially careful of the time of day, she cannot tell the difference between day and night. One false move could mean an end for her.
Asmaa had always been quick of wit, and therefore got easily bored. She has found new hobbies to occupy her time- learning new languages, playing instruments, and so on- but there are times when hr curiousity gets the best of her.Physical description:
She never lost her independence in all her years, and that sense also became stronger when she lost her vision. She cannot stand it when people pity her- that's usually how she gets her victims, she's not a vegetarian.
When she is incredibly angry she begins rambling in Arabic- her native toungue.
Asmaa's cinnamon skin has paled little in her years as avampire. Which is coupled by a long curtain of deep borwn hair. She had deep brown eyes before going blind, now there are just clouded red smears- or so she's been told. She usually wears red tinted glasses out in public- shades work too.Aspirations:
She is about 5'6" has an average frame. Not fat, but not a bean pole either. She is slender enough to slip through the cracks when the situation calls for it however.
(I plan to use freida pinto as my avi)
To have adventures, to seek revenge on the man who blinded her( she hold no grievance for turning her).Where Did You Find Us?: Affiliate
To learn every language known to man.
She speaks Arabic, English, Spanish, German, Croatian, and Russian
She plays the sitar, violin, the picolo/flute, and the drums.