Aloisa Drifher the Bountou

Name: Drifher, Aloisa

Race: Bount

Age: ~~
Visual:20
Actual:350

Personality: She is a dark person, though she does like the company of others. Often finding herself invading other people's personal space, she likes being close to people. She's a very sensual person, and she loves stimulation to her five senses. She just genuinely loves to be alive. She's a sociopath, not knowing whether her actions are right or wrong, she just does them without a second thought of morality or hesitation. Right and Wrong have no meaning to Aloisia, she does whats best for her and those she likes. She has decidedly found its more fun to spend time as a servant and likes the submissive role in life. She'll pledge loyalty to anyone she deems strong enough to deserve it.

Appearance:

History: Belief is not a matter of choice, but of conviction. Aloisa lived by that saying devoting herself to whatever she decided to do wholeheartedly. Her ealies remembrance of existence goes back to before even the United States of America existed. She lived in Germany, an aristocratic woman with great wealth. She remembers the large palace she used to live in filled with her servants that bowed to every whim and command. Then, she remembers the mean dressed in black clothing, and some with white overcoats, speaking in a strange and distant language.
She remembered dying. It wasn't as bad as she thought it would be. She looked down at her body and the long chain that connected her to it. She watched as this chain was cut and then she was taken to a strange place. From there she was taken to a dark lab and she remembers nothing else. Her soul was part of the shinigami bount experimentation project.

Her life, her true life began when she seemed to awake from a bad dream. She looked around with no memory of what had happened, she found herself awakening in a strange cottage in the woods somewhere. Why was she here? She wondered, searched for the answer even, but found none. A man opened the door and grunted a "hello" at her. Aloisa had to assume that this man had saved her from some terrible even that had caused her to lose her memories. However when she inquired the man said nothing and ignored her. It was then that Aloisa noticed that she was without clothing the only thing covering her were the blankets on the man's bed. However, Aloisa was having trouble processing the significance of this. The man's story was a mystery. He had been imprisoned for apparently dabbling in the dark arts, and had escaped. However during his escape he happened upon Aloisa, unconscious in the woods and clotheless.

He had picked her up and taken her along to this cottage in the woods while he hid from the King's Guardsmen. They were tracking him, and there was naught that he could do about it. Maybe this girl could be used as leverage, a way out perhaps. That was his reasoning behind keeping Aloisa, but she knew nothing of that. Suddenly a loud smash as the front door was caved in, Aloisa curled up into a ball unsure as to what was going on. The Guardsmen stormed in swords brandished and stabbed the burly man whom Aloisa knew nothing about. That business done, they noticed the girl curled up on the bed staring at them wide eyed. They were confused, and wondered if she had been hostage here. However, they looked at each other and grinned knowing that this was a golden opportunity indeed. The tried to bargain over who would get their turn first, while Aloisa watched feeling as though it were time to leave.

The Guardsmen sorted it out and the leader of the three approached Aloisa first. She instinctively backed away. She knew not what was going on, and wanted no part in this creatures' plans for her. He grabbed her by the hair and she screamed, earning her a quick smack across the face. Pulling her towards him by her hair a devious look in his eyes he suddenly looked at her wide-eyed, and chocked up blood. A man, dressed absolutely in black had his hand through the Guardsman's chest. Deftly removing it, Alosia watched as the Guardsmen was "eaten", his soul sucked away. The girl looked behind the dark man and saw the two others had reached the same fate. Was she to be this man's next meal? No, in a thick accented voice he said "You are leik me. Creatures not apart of dis verld. Join me, on the road ov eternity."

Aloisa spoke. "Who are you?". The man held out his hand and grabbed hers and smiled. "They call me.....Dracula." Then a mist surrounded them and when Aloisa opened her eyes, she was in a great big castle with the Count. Somehow this all seemed so...fitting. He asked her if she would be his Countess, and she agreed, intrigued by this man who claimed she not a creature of this world. They spent many long years together, and Aloisa knew happiness. That was, until the townsfolk decided that Dracula was a threat, an evil bloodsucking Vampire. By then Aloisa understood somewhat of what she was, she knew she did not age, and she knew she had a great deal of power. However she had yet to find a way to manifest that power, making her defenseless against the horde of townspeople that wanted to do away with her lover. He made her leave, run away to safety. She did not, but instead she hid. And she saw.

Abraham Van Hellsing, one of the strongest SuperHumans at the time, combated her lover, fighting to the death, and when the wooded stake, supercharged with spiritual particles was driven into Dracula's heart Aloisa wailed silently tears running freely down her cheek. The sun rose quietly as he looked towards Alosia's hiding spot his lasts word "Run" whispered silently as he turned to ash and dust. So, she ran wandering alone for many years, watching as the humans destroyed themselves in two world wars, watched as technology advanced, never really finding any more of her kind. Until one day she was approached by a suave looking man. She could feel that he was strong, stronger than her. They talked, about many things, and eventually, he helped her manifest her powers, into her dolls. She swore to follow him and met more like her, thus becoming the Grand Dutchess of the Bount.

RP sample: Rose was wary but at the moment she was quite sure that most, if not all her self made servants had been killed or destroyed. Her lab was destroyed, or at least the one in Las Noches near Nara's great pillars, which were undoubtedly destroyed by now as well. Time to move to the lab in the White Sand desert, she would have to fortify this one, more efficiently so that the same thing could never happen again. Also, she had spent the past two days fighting Imperecedor, there was no doubt that Nara would be displeased with what had happened here. Oh well, she would cross that bridge when the time came. In the meantime she had to get this fool into an incubation tank so that he could begin to heal his broken body. Imperecedor was of no use to Rose crippled.

Her ears perked up catching the distinct sound of air being "cut", before the wind blade bit into her shoulder and made its way down diagonally across her back down to her hip. She roared in pain, the sound deafening to all but her a roar of pain and rage. Her hands clenched and she hunched over a bit before standing up straight. Her innate ability had slowed the blade down enough that her hierro was able to stop it from cutting too deep. But the gash still bled quite freely, having not damaged the spinal chord but still caused physical damage to her body. "I'm not quite dead yet... Rose... You should know... to never... underestimate an opponent... who's ressureccion is... still active..."

She looked at him her jaw set, and her eyes squinting in fury. She marched up to Imprecedor each step causing pain to flare on her back. Her hand seductively caressed the side of his face before she suddenly grabbed him by the chin yanking his head so that he was forced to look into her eyes. "And you....shouldn't bite the hand that feeds you" She snarled squeezing Imp's jaw in her hands aggravating the massive fractures that most likely existed in his skull. She let go and straightened up more pain flaring in her back. She started walking away seemingly going to leave Imperecedor behind, blood running freely down her back. Suddenly she twisted around bringing her fist in a rainbow arc. The earth in front of her was lifted, brought over her head and a 10ft wide slab of hard ground would be slammed into Imperecedor's broken body. It was risky, seeing as it could kill him, but she tried her best to hold back despite her incredible urge to go all out with that.

"Sleep tight" She said actually leaving him there, planning to pick him up later, let him lay there in agony while the medics were sent to get him. Maybe she might even delay them for another half hour, depends on how bad the gash on her back was. She sealed her ressurection and returned to her destroyed labs so she could set up Imps arrival to the new one.