Aingeal

Vampire the Masquerade
Name: Aingeal	Generation:10th
Player: Kel	Concept: Ancient druid
Appearance It has often been said about Aingeal that she has the beauty of one of her namesake. Almost everyone that sees her is drawn to her, and everyone that has to leave her is pained inside. She almost seems to have a stunning beauty, innocence, and naiveté about her. Aingeal appears to be in her late teens, seventeen or eighteen. Her skin is flawless, not a single mark, or even hair. Even more astounding is the fact that her skin actually has the color of life, to the point where it is even slightly warm to the touch. Her long, silky auburn hair trails down her back to her waist, usually kept in an intricate braid. Her features are soft, from her large, oval eyes that appear to be the color of emeralds, to her small nose and soft, pouty lips. Continuing down her small, rounded chin and her slim neck, her body is quite trim, and very nicely shaped. The subtle curves of her frame are enticing in and upon themselves from roundness of her breasts to the arching of her hips down her toned legs to her small feet. Overall, she stands around 5'4", weighing just a scant bit over a hundred pounds. She moves with a grace so natural that it appears almost unnatural. She often appears friendly, wearing a pleasant, if not alluring expression. She can typically be found wearing white clothes and linens, loose fitting clothing that appears handmade, often accompanied with a loose hooded robe.. all ties to her Druidic origins. She does enjoy flaunting herself though, and can often be found wearing very flattering, if not revealing, clothing.. dresses, skirts, body suites, and the like.
Other Notes: Sanctity - For some reason, everyone considers you pure and innocent, though certainly not naive. You have a saint-like quality that is hard to put a finger on, but others tend to see it in you. You are trusted, even if you are not trustworthy. You tend to receive lesser punishments for wrongdoing and are liked by most. Pitiable - There is something about you that others pity. This causes them to care for you as if you were a Child (see the Archetypes section). Baby Face - You look more human than other vampires, enabling you to fit in the human world much more easily. Your skin is pink, you never really stopped breathing (even though you don't need to), and even sneezing comes naturally. You can make your heart beat as long as you have at least one Blood Point. Enchanting Voice - There is something about your voice that others cannot ignore. When you command, they are cowed. When you seduce, they swoon. Whether thunderous, gentle, persuading or simply talking, your voice commands attention.
History Aingeal was born an Irish Celt to a family of druids nearly 2800 years ago. Her childhood was a happy one. She developed rather quickly, a marvel of beauty and cunning to those around her. She became a priestess at a young age, and even then was viewed as a spiritual leader. Without knowing it, she seduced a lone Malkavian that had taken interest in watching her tribe, seducing him in mind and body by her mere presence to the point where the Malk became obsessed with her. He spent almost all of his waking hours following and watching her. The Malk was alone, long separated from the rest of his clan, deep inside he needed a companion, and he decided to make one of her. A short while after her seventeenth birthday, he came to her in the night, while she was deep in prayers. She didn't quite know what to think of this mysterious being before her. She could somehow sense that it wasn't quite earthly, but she also found herself strangely drawn to it. She was still naive, innocent, and was easily seduced by this handsome stranger. She's never been able to fully remember that night, just bits and pieces, masked by a heavy fog. All she knows is that when she next awoke, she was changed, vastly changed. She ran off, away from her tribe, away from her newfound lover. She ran deep into the wilds of the land, not knowing exactly what she had become, but some part of her.. perhaps the innate mystical abilities of her people, told her that she had become an abomination. It was almost two weeks before her Sire decided to show himself to her again. She was crazed with both her new being, the gradual changes she had gone through, and the tiny amount of blood she had left in her. The ancient Malk didn't feel like arguing with newborn Malk, so he simply used his powers of domination to force her to hunt pray and drink blood, and while over the next week while he kept her will squashed down, he gradually conditioned her to accept her new state of being. He was not totally successful though. So against her mortal nature was this new condition that her mind fractured instead of wholly accepting the reconditioning. For the most part though, she slowly began to accept what she was now, and after several years, even began to enjoy it. It was easy for her to fall in love with her father/lover/sire over time, and the ancient Malk finally had his companion. Things seemed good for both, for a time. The druids though, her people, were sensitive to such evils as vampires however. They were able to eventually track the pair down and successfully attacked and staked them, Aingeal's own mother staking her. They were both buried in consecrated graves, deep in the rocky earth. Five years had passed from the night she was first Embraced. Almost three thousand years past. It's now 1800. A group of grave robbers stumbled upon Aingeal's burial sight. They unearthed her, looking for buried treasures. The only item of mild interest the found was an odd looking stake, covered with ruins, buried in the what would of been the remains of this person's heart. They removed the stake to keep as a curiosity and tossed the body back into the grave, covering it only with a thin layer of dirt. Aingeal awoke several days later, weak, and starving. She clawed her way out of the earth and was able to instantly smell the blood of life just a short way off. A lone, and unlucky, sheep herder had been wandering the area, looking for a few stray members of his flock. He was also quite drunk, providing no challenge for Aingeal as she snuck up on him and drank him dry. She retreated to a cave a short distance off and remained there for a couple of days, allowing her immortal body to heal itself back to its proper state. Three days after her reawakening, she left the cave to dig up her Sire's grave, only to find that it was empty. She spent the next hundred and fifty years aimlessly wandering Europe and Asia. She was mentally numb for the first decade, all the changes and advances that had been made over the last three millennia kept her in a state of shock. She gradually began to adapt, however, and after a time was actually able to accept what had happened and what was happening. She would never be able to fully accept it however, often sinking into deep depressions when her thoughts dwelled back to her origins. Some time around 1950, after hearing so much about this "new land" she traveled by boat to America. She'd been there since that time, wandering around the country until a month or so ago when she ended up in Dallas. It was an interesting crowd, she thought, more so then any she had seen for awhile, so she decided to stick around for a bit, and to see what would come of it.