Post by bodessa on May 24, 2012 23:18:26 GMT 1
ooc;; I must admit...I am not new to roleplay or roleplaying the supernatural genre...but I am new to the way of things here, so please, be gentle. 
Also, for some strange reason, my computer filters tinypic and photobucket images...I am unable to view them properly.
Playby: Alicia Keys
Name: Bodessa 'Bobbi' Tremaine
Age: 207 / 20
Sex: Female
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual, But Still Pining For Her Missing In Action Sire/Husband, Shamus O’Callaghan
Species: Vampire
Physical Description: Bobbi stands at about five feet, six inches tall. She has a rather lean build, and despite being a vampire, she still carries the scars from her mortal days. Thick lashes from a whip at her back. She often enjoys having her hair done in cornrows, but sometimes she undoes them to leave her hair wild, kinked, and untamed, much like how her Shamus would have loved it. Her complexion is that of a cafe au latte in color, her eyes an intense burning honey. She has a nose piercing which she often keeps downplayed, typically a small diamond. Both of her ears are pierced. She takes care of herself, on her good nights, and dresses often times in casual, sexy, rugged attire. She's a gunsmith. She has to keep her clothes sturdy - lots of leather and cotton. There is a certain article of jewelry that Bobbi is never without - a simple pearl ring, with a gold base, at the left ring finger. It was a gift from her dear missing Irishman. She is fanatic about this ring, since it is the only item from him she has left, save for the very vampiric blood that flows thru her, that keeps his memory fresh in her mind and in her heart.
Attitude: Bodessa has a genuine heart of gold. With the memories of the American Civil War still fresh within her vampiric mind, she has a distaste for slavery in all forms. Irregardless of those feelings, she does take into account the 'old world' ways of her fellow kindred, and for the most part, she is copacetic with most vampiric laws, mortal laws, whatever else that may be demanded of her. She is laid back, protective of her friends and loved ones to the point where she could be described as 'self sacrificing', and is fanatic with her loyalty of her heart. She is passionate, she feels that everything and everyone should be able to freely love whoever their hearts desire. She often has friends in the gay, lesbian and transgendered communities as well as the straight community. As for her own sexuality, she feels that love knows no limits, species or gender, despite the fact that due to Shamus being missing in action, she personally feels that she may never truly love again. To combat loneliness, she tries to surround herself with friends, or she tries to busy herself as much as possible. She is not overly girly, she is more of the rugged type. She is also an avid bookworm.
Abilities: Basic vampiric abilities, and she is also an expert on firearm combat, firearm-smithing, metal smithing. She can fashion a handgun from scratch, given proper time, ingredients, and equipment. She is a fast learner, and she has a sharp, keen memory. She also has a creative talent and knack for fashion and clothing. Before the fall, she had earned herself a degree in Fashion Design. Thus, the basic talents of fashion - mending, sewing, the whole nine yards, she has learned and mastered well. She knows a few languages at a moderate master level - Swahili, Japanese, Mexican Spanish and German. Unfortunatly, as for her weaknesses, Bobbi tends to be very stubborn, that stubborn fueled with her passion. This tends to not bode well for her in certain vampiric circles, especially when her stubborness is directed at her elders. She has a hot temper, and if her pearl ring ends up missing, she will do just about anything to get it back. Let's hope that this ring doesn't fall into the wrong hands, or slide onto the wrong finger.
History:
Bodessa 'Bobbi' Tremaine was born in the year 1843 in Atlanta, Georgia, and despite being loved by both her parents, she was born in controversy and in sin - her mother was a slave and her father, the Slave Owner. The wife of the Slave Owner known as Lord Tremaine had been dead for years due to consumption, a common ailment of the time, and when he had first laid eyes upon the alluring beauty of Bodessa's mother, he had purchased the african woman immediately. Despite the language barriers, the two had fallen deep in love, and despite being a slave, Bodessa's mother was pampered, almost spoiled, and treated with respect and love by Lord Tremaine, much to the chagrin of the other slaves. As a result, the woman was ostracized from her own people. When she had become pregnant, most of his slaves had outright refused to speak to her. Of course, they would have never been this disrespectful in front of the Lord Tremaine himself. Not yet, anyway. When Bodessa was born, only the parents had rejoiced within the plantation. Unfortunately, due to complications involving the childbirth, Bodessa would forever be an only child to the two.
Things went somewhat smooth during Bodessa's childhood. The fellow slaves had refused to let Bobbi play with their children, and as a result, the poor girl had learned to embrace the concept of being the loner. Her mother had made up excuses as to why the other children had shunned her, unknowing that even at an early age, Bodessa had been highly observant and keen on the body language of others. They resented her. Their parents resented her, and had raised their children to feel the same way towards the mother and the child. Now, this does not mean that the Lord Tremaine had been cruel towards the rest of his slaves. In fact, despite owning them, he was kind to them. Considerate. He had made sure that they had decent food to fill their bellies, and that they didn't get cold and wet during the winter months. He made sure that the town doctor had visited them often to make sure they were well. Despite all that, even gentle slavery, such an act was cruel and worthy to be resented.
When Bodessa had been about twenty years of age, her entire world crashed down in a volley of blood, agony, fire, and charred flesh. Ironically enough, she had been reborn, akin to a phoenix, and it all happened in the middle of a hot summer night. Bobbi had become a very educated young woman for her time, knowing how to both read and write, which was something her mother had still been unable to do. The American Civil War had been in full swing, and Lord Tremaine had been nervous. He had every right to be nervous. There had been talks at the dinner table about collecting his wife and his child, and skirting away to one of the free states, to live a simple family life. Such would not come to pass. That very same evening, at that exact moment unbeknownst to Lord Tremaine, his beloved, and his daughter, the heads of the slave families were in a slave house at the back of the estate, plotting to strike.
Bodessa had been asleep when the screams began. It was well heavy into the night, and as the screams registered within her mind, her bedroom door had been violently shoved open, and before the girl could even sit up, she was pulled to a standing position and off her bed by her hair. As she cried out in pain, her hands flailing at her attackers, she had come to two realizations. The first one was that she knew who her attackers were, punching and slapping her, pulling her hair. The second one was the fact that the screams she had been listening to down the hall were her parents, whom she had loved with all her heart. As she was carried and dragged down the hall and down the grand staircase, her nightgown ripped from her very body. She was stripped bare before god and everyone. She had tried to move her head, but she had been unable to do so. She was blindfolded, and gagged to silence her own screams.
She had been thrown after a few moments, writhing and kicking, onto the earthen soil. She was then tied to a post thrusted deep within the earth, and then soon beaten and lashed within every inch of her life. It had been the very first time she had ever felt such pain. She had curled into a fetal position to protect herself, her back taking most of the assault. Her back had been reduced to bloodied ribbon, her tears soaking the torn fabric of her nightgown blindfold, her screams lost within that gag which had been tight about her mouth. The screams of her parents were amplified, they were close to her. Her father merely gurgled - they had removed his tongue. Soon his gurgles turned to screams as well, chorused by a crackling which was akin to the sound of leather burning. An acrid smoke and scent filled her lungs, and her wail had managed to break thru the gag. Her parents were being burned alive. She remained huddled in a bloodied heap, uncertain if the same fate should befall her. She had wished for it so.
Either the slaves were done with her, or that they simply thought she were to be dead; they had left her to her own devices. They had chosen to revel their victory on taking over the Tremaine Plantation, and they had decided to loot and ransack the manse, taking what they considered was rightfully theirs - food, drink, weapons, clothing, tobacco, and other goods, leaving the poor Bodessa alone, still gagged and blindfolded. She had been there for a solid twenty four hours, the cacophony of the slaves' revolt dying down to a dull roar as they moved on towards their own freedom. Bodessa was certain she was destined to die here in the ruins of her family's estate. And then a gnawing voice nipped at the back of her mind. No! She was not going to give up like this! She began to work at the binds on her wrists, the rawhide of the rope biting into the tender, sensitive flesh of her wrists. Within long hours, she had them loosened, the sickly heat and thickness of fresh blood coating the rope and slicking down her arms. With every moment, she grew more frantic.
'Calm down, me lass....tis alright...'
A soft, gentle voice, masculine and yet compassionate, with an odd accent she had been unable to place, reverberated within her mind. Was she going insane? Perhaps she was already mad due to the tragedy. She had heard the snapping of twigs, or perhaps bone, and she startled into a jump, turning her head towards that direction of sound. She was still blinded and gagged, and modesty for her nudity bore no meaning at that point. She trembled, unabashed in her vulnerability. Soon, a pair of strong, calloused hands caressed her arms, before snapping the rope like mere sewing thread. She collapsed into the stranger's arms, too weak to even raise those bloodied hands. Those strong, calloused, male hands slid up with a surgeon's care to slide off the blindfold, and then the gag. It was then Bodessa had first laid eyes on the face of an angel. An angel, with red hair on his face and on his head, and intense green eyes. His skin, the color of cream. He was beautiful, and parting cracked lips, a keening sound escaped from Bobbi's throat as she wept.
"Ya poor child...." The beautiful man had murmured his emerald eyes awash in true sorrow and empathy. Bobbi had been cradled within his arms, and she was pressed against his chest. She was vaguely aware that he was clad in a military uniform...a Union officer. He brushed her curled, kinked black hair from her own eyes, the color of burnt honey. "Dinnea say anythin, just nod yer head for yes, or shake your head for no." Leaning forward, he brushed his lips against her forehead. She didn't notice the coolness of that kiss, just as apparently, he didn't notice her nudity. "Do yea understand me, lass?" A gentle nod of her head, slight, was given; pain still ravaged her form. A moment ticked away, a cooling breeze comforted the two. "Yer...gonna die like this. Do ya want ta die, like this, or do ya want ta live on?"
Another moment ticked away, another cool, comforting breeze like an angel's touch. Eyes the color of burnt honey peered into eyes the color of intense emerald. Bobbi nods her head gently, and the man leaned forward. That was when Bodessa Tremaine had died, only to be reborn as a vampire. She blacked out after feeding from the vampire, who had whisked her away for safety before the rise of the coming sun. When she had awoken, she was ravenous, and with the elder vampire there to help her with her first feeding. After that first feed, Bodessa had learned about her savior, his name, and her current predicament. His name was Shamus O’Callaghan, he was a vampire about a hundred years old, and that he was entirely in love with the lone survivor named Bodessa Tremaine. Bobbi had taken moments to embrace his love for her, and her love and adoration for the vampire who saved her, only to turn her.
Over the course of the next few decades, Bobbi and Shamus were neigh inseparable. The American Civil War had ended and Slavery had been abolished, the two had felt comfortable to be depicted and seen as husband and wife. Not everyone had accepted such a union, but Bobbi, Shamus, and their love for one another were blessed with such a stubborn streak, they cared not for the opinions of others. To those who embraced and accepted the pair for who they were, the two had welcomed such a friend with arms wide open. During these decades, Shamus had taught Bobbi the basics of vampiric unliving, as well as the various powers thereof. He had also encouraged her growing fascination with firearms, having the same fascination for them himself. He had noticed not just a stubborn and beautiful woman within Bobbi, but an intelligent, educated and tenacious wild child as well. Being a passionate wild child himself, he had also further encouraged this behavior in his young vampiric bride.
They had remained in Georgia until the earlier years of World War I, and by this time, the Tremaine- O’Callaghan’s had established a clothing and goods store forefront with a custom firearm-weapons shop underlying the veneer of the legitimate business. The two had dubbed this ‘The Warehouse’, and the establishment had been very popular for enthusiasts and most of the supernatural kind. Such a jointed venture had earned the married vampiric couple modest wealth, and they had gone thru great lengths to keep the wealth and earnings under the radar of the US Government. To create the facsimile of identity, they forged documents indicating that they were the direct offspring and descendants of their original selves. As such, no one had seemed to bat an eye to such claims. In the middle of the year 1915, Bobbi’s life had been altered again with unfortunate results – her beloved Shamus, heeding to the siren song of the war, had vanished amongst the chaos, posing as a soldier for Great Britain despite his mortal heritage.
It turns out that Shamus O’Callaghan was, in fact, a war junkie.
The Great War had ended in November of 1918, and a year later, Bobbi had left Georgia behind. There still had been no sign, nor word, from the Irish vampire. The parting had been bittersweet, with a personal vow to herself, her heart, and to Shamus, that she would remain forever faithful and forever true to him and to their love, and of course, to herself. Packing her possessions, closing down shop, she had relocated months later in Chicago, Illinois. Within the next couple of years, Bobbi had reopened ‘The Warehouse’, again for certain clientele, enthusiasts, and the supernatural communities. The local mobsters in particular favored Bobbi’s knowledge, expertise and craftsmanship with firearms and weapons despite her gender and/or her skin tone. She had also started mending clothing, dresses and suits for clients as well. When the heat of the conflict between Alphonse Capone and Elliot Ness had over flown onto Bobbi and it had become too much to bear, the vampire had fled the city once again, erasing all traces of her other than the memories of whom she had met.
Near the start of the Second World War, Bodessa had landed in Brooklyn, New York. Despite the fact that she had changed her name to Bobbi Tremaine, she had still considered herself married to her Shamus and had worn the pearl ring that had served as her wedding band. She had reopened once again ‘The Warehouse’, and with enhanced [ for the time, it was considered cutting edge ], security measures that had kept her weapons work , her personal vault, and herself, safe. They had served their purpose ultimately in the 1960’s, when it was burned to the ground; Bobbi had barely enough time to get herself, a few pistols, and her funds out of the fire before everything else was lost. Taking everything of hers that remained, she flees New York State to the city of Dallas, Texas.
Bodessa had remained in Dallas until the turn of the millennium. Closing down shop yet again, Bobbi flees to Los Angeles, where she had realized the true reason why she had kept uprooting herself after a couple of decades – she was still distressed and heartbroken concerning the disappearance of Shamus O’Callaghan.
Reaffirming to herself that she will find him, or that he will return to her once more, she makes a secondary vow, promising to herself that she will allow herself to root in L.A. She had fallen in love with the industrial metropolis, feeling more at home than she had ever been after her beloved’s disappearance. It takes Bodessa a few years to reopen ‘The Warehouse’, and once she had her feet planted firmly as a local, she decided to start online courses at a local community college. In 2007, she graduates as a Fashion Designer, with full honors. Those years, and the next few years to follow were good for the female vampire, even with that ache within her undead heart.
When the world had ended, like mostly everyone else, Bodessa had lost everything save for a few meager possessions – the clothes on her back, some firearms, some ammunition, a few knives. She flees towards the safe lands, honing her survival instincts and skills until they were razor sharp, the main motivation for her own self preservation was the desperate hope that she had grown to become obsessed with – the hope that, some night, some way, she will see her true love once more. Bodessa finds herself in New Vegas, hearing rumors that it was the safest place for her kind. Finding Thor to be an amazing man, in the platonic sense, she makes a third promise – to remain loyal to Thor, to New Vegas, and to use her extensive knowledge on weapons and yes, clothing. She is able to construct both by hand, with plans in mind to reopen once more ‘The Warehouse’, and the dream that she will be reunited with her love still remained within her.
Rule Code Word: Elek is made of awesome.
Species Code Word: Soulless.
Clarification Code Word: Firefly
Citizens Laws and Vampire Laws Code Words: Vampires do not attack innocent humans.
Rp Sample:
Despite the fact that she was currently nestled within a virtual cement block that had constituted for her bed, Bodessa ‘Bobbi’ Tremaine had felt uneasy, almost vulnerable. It was a silly notion to feel in such a way even if she had been considered on all accounts ‘a very silly girl’, and as such, she felt mildly embarrassed. Luckily for her, no one else had been present to attest to her current facial expressions. It had been over a century and she still wasn’t used to being alone, without her dear heart holding her in his arms while they had both enjoyed a day filled with rest and slumber. Plush pale lips part as she shifts her frame, curling her right leg slightly under her. The simple cotton teeshirt, four sizes too large, paired with simple white panties constituted sleepwear for Bobbi. Yes, even the undead had sleepwear, and it wasn’t all for sex appeal. Go figure.
The night previous had gone rather smoothly. Without a hitch, some would say. She had focused on some commission works for the Vampire Security Force, or for short, VSF. Nothing too major, of course, just some good ole fashioned handguns that could withstand the trigger speeds of the basic vampire. Sometimes, a vampire would move so fast with a handgun the damned thing would at best misfire and fall apart in their hands. Sometimes the things would even explode. Bobbi would rather not see that happen, not on her watch. Several of the VSF members she considered to be friends, damn it! Some considered her task daunting and unmanageable, but those two words – right there- had been simply deleted from Bobbi’s vocabulary. Where there was a will, there was a way, and she doesn’t care if she has to wait a hundred years to see it thru. She will get it done.
She silently thanked that Irish bastard of hers for granting within her a will more tough than iron, despite his claims before that she’d had that will all along. One of his reasons for loving her, or so she was told. A smile slowly crests across her café au latte features, her embarrassment ebbing away to a mere distant memory. Shamus. She idly wondered if in fact he would be proud of her at this moment. Sometimes, she had caught herself wondering if he was still alive, and then she would stop those thoughts cold. Of course he was still around, he was a tougher bastard than she was, and she’s seen the face of hell. The face of hell held the faces of those who had betrayed her and her….and that’s where her past memories grow fuzzy, as if she were a mortal who had had too much to drink at the party last evening, and was too drunk to remember what had happened.
Taking an unneeded sigh, she curls up as best as she is able, and she slowly lets her deathly slumber overtake her.
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Also, for some strange reason, my computer filters tinypic and photobucket images...I am unable to view them properly. Playby: Alicia Keys
Name: Bodessa 'Bobbi' Tremaine
Age: 207 / 20
Sex: Female
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual, But Still Pining For Her Missing In Action Sire/Husband, Shamus O’Callaghan
Species: Vampire
Physical Description: Bobbi stands at about five feet, six inches tall. She has a rather lean build, and despite being a vampire, she still carries the scars from her mortal days. Thick lashes from a whip at her back. She often enjoys having her hair done in cornrows, but sometimes she undoes them to leave her hair wild, kinked, and untamed, much like how her Shamus would have loved it. Her complexion is that of a cafe au latte in color, her eyes an intense burning honey. She has a nose piercing which she often keeps downplayed, typically a small diamond. Both of her ears are pierced. She takes care of herself, on her good nights, and dresses often times in casual, sexy, rugged attire. She's a gunsmith. She has to keep her clothes sturdy - lots of leather and cotton. There is a certain article of jewelry that Bobbi is never without - a simple pearl ring, with a gold base, at the left ring finger. It was a gift from her dear missing Irishman. She is fanatic about this ring, since it is the only item from him she has left, save for the very vampiric blood that flows thru her, that keeps his memory fresh in her mind and in her heart.
Attitude: Bodessa has a genuine heart of gold. With the memories of the American Civil War still fresh within her vampiric mind, she has a distaste for slavery in all forms. Irregardless of those feelings, she does take into account the 'old world' ways of her fellow kindred, and for the most part, she is copacetic with most vampiric laws, mortal laws, whatever else that may be demanded of her. She is laid back, protective of her friends and loved ones to the point where she could be described as 'self sacrificing', and is fanatic with her loyalty of her heart. She is passionate, she feels that everything and everyone should be able to freely love whoever their hearts desire. She often has friends in the gay, lesbian and transgendered communities as well as the straight community. As for her own sexuality, she feels that love knows no limits, species or gender, despite the fact that due to Shamus being missing in action, she personally feels that she may never truly love again. To combat loneliness, she tries to surround herself with friends, or she tries to busy herself as much as possible. She is not overly girly, she is more of the rugged type. She is also an avid bookworm.
Abilities: Basic vampiric abilities, and she is also an expert on firearm combat, firearm-smithing, metal smithing. She can fashion a handgun from scratch, given proper time, ingredients, and equipment. She is a fast learner, and she has a sharp, keen memory. She also has a creative talent and knack for fashion and clothing. Before the fall, she had earned herself a degree in Fashion Design. Thus, the basic talents of fashion - mending, sewing, the whole nine yards, she has learned and mastered well. She knows a few languages at a moderate master level - Swahili, Japanese, Mexican Spanish and German. Unfortunatly, as for her weaknesses, Bobbi tends to be very stubborn, that stubborn fueled with her passion. This tends to not bode well for her in certain vampiric circles, especially when her stubborness is directed at her elders. She has a hot temper, and if her pearl ring ends up missing, she will do just about anything to get it back. Let's hope that this ring doesn't fall into the wrong hands, or slide onto the wrong finger.
History:
Bodessa 'Bobbi' Tremaine was born in the year 1843 in Atlanta, Georgia, and despite being loved by both her parents, she was born in controversy and in sin - her mother was a slave and her father, the Slave Owner. The wife of the Slave Owner known as Lord Tremaine had been dead for years due to consumption, a common ailment of the time, and when he had first laid eyes upon the alluring beauty of Bodessa's mother, he had purchased the african woman immediately. Despite the language barriers, the two had fallen deep in love, and despite being a slave, Bodessa's mother was pampered, almost spoiled, and treated with respect and love by Lord Tremaine, much to the chagrin of the other slaves. As a result, the woman was ostracized from her own people. When she had become pregnant, most of his slaves had outright refused to speak to her. Of course, they would have never been this disrespectful in front of the Lord Tremaine himself. Not yet, anyway. When Bodessa was born, only the parents had rejoiced within the plantation. Unfortunately, due to complications involving the childbirth, Bodessa would forever be an only child to the two.
Things went somewhat smooth during Bodessa's childhood. The fellow slaves had refused to let Bobbi play with their children, and as a result, the poor girl had learned to embrace the concept of being the loner. Her mother had made up excuses as to why the other children had shunned her, unknowing that even at an early age, Bodessa had been highly observant and keen on the body language of others. They resented her. Their parents resented her, and had raised their children to feel the same way towards the mother and the child. Now, this does not mean that the Lord Tremaine had been cruel towards the rest of his slaves. In fact, despite owning them, he was kind to them. Considerate. He had made sure that they had decent food to fill their bellies, and that they didn't get cold and wet during the winter months. He made sure that the town doctor had visited them often to make sure they were well. Despite all that, even gentle slavery, such an act was cruel and worthy to be resented.
When Bodessa had been about twenty years of age, her entire world crashed down in a volley of blood, agony, fire, and charred flesh. Ironically enough, she had been reborn, akin to a phoenix, and it all happened in the middle of a hot summer night. Bobbi had become a very educated young woman for her time, knowing how to both read and write, which was something her mother had still been unable to do. The American Civil War had been in full swing, and Lord Tremaine had been nervous. He had every right to be nervous. There had been talks at the dinner table about collecting his wife and his child, and skirting away to one of the free states, to live a simple family life. Such would not come to pass. That very same evening, at that exact moment unbeknownst to Lord Tremaine, his beloved, and his daughter, the heads of the slave families were in a slave house at the back of the estate, plotting to strike.
Bodessa had been asleep when the screams began. It was well heavy into the night, and as the screams registered within her mind, her bedroom door had been violently shoved open, and before the girl could even sit up, she was pulled to a standing position and off her bed by her hair. As she cried out in pain, her hands flailing at her attackers, she had come to two realizations. The first one was that she knew who her attackers were, punching and slapping her, pulling her hair. The second one was the fact that the screams she had been listening to down the hall were her parents, whom she had loved with all her heart. As she was carried and dragged down the hall and down the grand staircase, her nightgown ripped from her very body. She was stripped bare before god and everyone. She had tried to move her head, but she had been unable to do so. She was blindfolded, and gagged to silence her own screams.
She had been thrown after a few moments, writhing and kicking, onto the earthen soil. She was then tied to a post thrusted deep within the earth, and then soon beaten and lashed within every inch of her life. It had been the very first time she had ever felt such pain. She had curled into a fetal position to protect herself, her back taking most of the assault. Her back had been reduced to bloodied ribbon, her tears soaking the torn fabric of her nightgown blindfold, her screams lost within that gag which had been tight about her mouth. The screams of her parents were amplified, they were close to her. Her father merely gurgled - they had removed his tongue. Soon his gurgles turned to screams as well, chorused by a crackling which was akin to the sound of leather burning. An acrid smoke and scent filled her lungs, and her wail had managed to break thru the gag. Her parents were being burned alive. She remained huddled in a bloodied heap, uncertain if the same fate should befall her. She had wished for it so.
Either the slaves were done with her, or that they simply thought she were to be dead; they had left her to her own devices. They had chosen to revel their victory on taking over the Tremaine Plantation, and they had decided to loot and ransack the manse, taking what they considered was rightfully theirs - food, drink, weapons, clothing, tobacco, and other goods, leaving the poor Bodessa alone, still gagged and blindfolded. She had been there for a solid twenty four hours, the cacophony of the slaves' revolt dying down to a dull roar as they moved on towards their own freedom. Bodessa was certain she was destined to die here in the ruins of her family's estate. And then a gnawing voice nipped at the back of her mind. No! She was not going to give up like this! She began to work at the binds on her wrists, the rawhide of the rope biting into the tender, sensitive flesh of her wrists. Within long hours, she had them loosened, the sickly heat and thickness of fresh blood coating the rope and slicking down her arms. With every moment, she grew more frantic.
'Calm down, me lass....tis alright...'
A soft, gentle voice, masculine and yet compassionate, with an odd accent she had been unable to place, reverberated within her mind. Was she going insane? Perhaps she was already mad due to the tragedy. She had heard the snapping of twigs, or perhaps bone, and she startled into a jump, turning her head towards that direction of sound. She was still blinded and gagged, and modesty for her nudity bore no meaning at that point. She trembled, unabashed in her vulnerability. Soon, a pair of strong, calloused hands caressed her arms, before snapping the rope like mere sewing thread. She collapsed into the stranger's arms, too weak to even raise those bloodied hands. Those strong, calloused, male hands slid up with a surgeon's care to slide off the blindfold, and then the gag. It was then Bodessa had first laid eyes on the face of an angel. An angel, with red hair on his face and on his head, and intense green eyes. His skin, the color of cream. He was beautiful, and parting cracked lips, a keening sound escaped from Bobbi's throat as she wept.
"Ya poor child...." The beautiful man had murmured his emerald eyes awash in true sorrow and empathy. Bobbi had been cradled within his arms, and she was pressed against his chest. She was vaguely aware that he was clad in a military uniform...a Union officer. He brushed her curled, kinked black hair from her own eyes, the color of burnt honey. "Dinnea say anythin, just nod yer head for yes, or shake your head for no." Leaning forward, he brushed his lips against her forehead. She didn't notice the coolness of that kiss, just as apparently, he didn't notice her nudity. "Do yea understand me, lass?" A gentle nod of her head, slight, was given; pain still ravaged her form. A moment ticked away, a cooling breeze comforted the two. "Yer...gonna die like this. Do ya want ta die, like this, or do ya want ta live on?"
Another moment ticked away, another cool, comforting breeze like an angel's touch. Eyes the color of burnt honey peered into eyes the color of intense emerald. Bobbi nods her head gently, and the man leaned forward. That was when Bodessa Tremaine had died, only to be reborn as a vampire. She blacked out after feeding from the vampire, who had whisked her away for safety before the rise of the coming sun. When she had awoken, she was ravenous, and with the elder vampire there to help her with her first feeding. After that first feed, Bodessa had learned about her savior, his name, and her current predicament. His name was Shamus O’Callaghan, he was a vampire about a hundred years old, and that he was entirely in love with the lone survivor named Bodessa Tremaine. Bobbi had taken moments to embrace his love for her, and her love and adoration for the vampire who saved her, only to turn her.
Over the course of the next few decades, Bobbi and Shamus were neigh inseparable. The American Civil War had ended and Slavery had been abolished, the two had felt comfortable to be depicted and seen as husband and wife. Not everyone had accepted such a union, but Bobbi, Shamus, and their love for one another were blessed with such a stubborn streak, they cared not for the opinions of others. To those who embraced and accepted the pair for who they were, the two had welcomed such a friend with arms wide open. During these decades, Shamus had taught Bobbi the basics of vampiric unliving, as well as the various powers thereof. He had also encouraged her growing fascination with firearms, having the same fascination for them himself. He had noticed not just a stubborn and beautiful woman within Bobbi, but an intelligent, educated and tenacious wild child as well. Being a passionate wild child himself, he had also further encouraged this behavior in his young vampiric bride.
They had remained in Georgia until the earlier years of World War I, and by this time, the Tremaine- O’Callaghan’s had established a clothing and goods store forefront with a custom firearm-weapons shop underlying the veneer of the legitimate business. The two had dubbed this ‘The Warehouse’, and the establishment had been very popular for enthusiasts and most of the supernatural kind. Such a jointed venture had earned the married vampiric couple modest wealth, and they had gone thru great lengths to keep the wealth and earnings under the radar of the US Government. To create the facsimile of identity, they forged documents indicating that they were the direct offspring and descendants of their original selves. As such, no one had seemed to bat an eye to such claims. In the middle of the year 1915, Bobbi’s life had been altered again with unfortunate results – her beloved Shamus, heeding to the siren song of the war, had vanished amongst the chaos, posing as a soldier for Great Britain despite his mortal heritage.
It turns out that Shamus O’Callaghan was, in fact, a war junkie.
The Great War had ended in November of 1918, and a year later, Bobbi had left Georgia behind. There still had been no sign, nor word, from the Irish vampire. The parting had been bittersweet, with a personal vow to herself, her heart, and to Shamus, that she would remain forever faithful and forever true to him and to their love, and of course, to herself. Packing her possessions, closing down shop, she had relocated months later in Chicago, Illinois. Within the next couple of years, Bobbi had reopened ‘The Warehouse’, again for certain clientele, enthusiasts, and the supernatural communities. The local mobsters in particular favored Bobbi’s knowledge, expertise and craftsmanship with firearms and weapons despite her gender and/or her skin tone. She had also started mending clothing, dresses and suits for clients as well. When the heat of the conflict between Alphonse Capone and Elliot Ness had over flown onto Bobbi and it had become too much to bear, the vampire had fled the city once again, erasing all traces of her other than the memories of whom she had met.
Near the start of the Second World War, Bodessa had landed in Brooklyn, New York. Despite the fact that she had changed her name to Bobbi Tremaine, she had still considered herself married to her Shamus and had worn the pearl ring that had served as her wedding band. She had reopened once again ‘The Warehouse’, and with enhanced [ for the time, it was considered cutting edge ], security measures that had kept her weapons work , her personal vault, and herself, safe. They had served their purpose ultimately in the 1960’s, when it was burned to the ground; Bobbi had barely enough time to get herself, a few pistols, and her funds out of the fire before everything else was lost. Taking everything of hers that remained, she flees New York State to the city of Dallas, Texas.
Bodessa had remained in Dallas until the turn of the millennium. Closing down shop yet again, Bobbi flees to Los Angeles, where she had realized the true reason why she had kept uprooting herself after a couple of decades – she was still distressed and heartbroken concerning the disappearance of Shamus O’Callaghan.
Reaffirming to herself that she will find him, or that he will return to her once more, she makes a secondary vow, promising to herself that she will allow herself to root in L.A. She had fallen in love with the industrial metropolis, feeling more at home than she had ever been after her beloved’s disappearance. It takes Bodessa a few years to reopen ‘The Warehouse’, and once she had her feet planted firmly as a local, she decided to start online courses at a local community college. In 2007, she graduates as a Fashion Designer, with full honors. Those years, and the next few years to follow were good for the female vampire, even with that ache within her undead heart.
When the world had ended, like mostly everyone else, Bodessa had lost everything save for a few meager possessions – the clothes on her back, some firearms, some ammunition, a few knives. She flees towards the safe lands, honing her survival instincts and skills until they were razor sharp, the main motivation for her own self preservation was the desperate hope that she had grown to become obsessed with – the hope that, some night, some way, she will see her true love once more. Bodessa finds herself in New Vegas, hearing rumors that it was the safest place for her kind. Finding Thor to be an amazing man, in the platonic sense, she makes a third promise – to remain loyal to Thor, to New Vegas, and to use her extensive knowledge on weapons and yes, clothing. She is able to construct both by hand, with plans in mind to reopen once more ‘The Warehouse’, and the dream that she will be reunited with her love still remained within her.
Rule Code Word: Elek is made of awesome.
Species Code Word: Soulless.
Clarification Code Word: Firefly
Citizens Laws and Vampire Laws Code Words: Vampires do not attack innocent humans.
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Despite the fact that she was currently nestled within a virtual cement block that had constituted for her bed, Bodessa ‘Bobbi’ Tremaine had felt uneasy, almost vulnerable. It was a silly notion to feel in such a way even if she had been considered on all accounts ‘a very silly girl’, and as such, she felt mildly embarrassed. Luckily for her, no one else had been present to attest to her current facial expressions. It had been over a century and she still wasn’t used to being alone, without her dear heart holding her in his arms while they had both enjoyed a day filled with rest and slumber. Plush pale lips part as she shifts her frame, curling her right leg slightly under her. The simple cotton teeshirt, four sizes too large, paired with simple white panties constituted sleepwear for Bobbi. Yes, even the undead had sleepwear, and it wasn’t all for sex appeal. Go figure.
The night previous had gone rather smoothly. Without a hitch, some would say. She had focused on some commission works for the Vampire Security Force, or for short, VSF. Nothing too major, of course, just some good ole fashioned handguns that could withstand the trigger speeds of the basic vampire. Sometimes, a vampire would move so fast with a handgun the damned thing would at best misfire and fall apart in their hands. Sometimes the things would even explode. Bobbi would rather not see that happen, not on her watch. Several of the VSF members she considered to be friends, damn it! Some considered her task daunting and unmanageable, but those two words – right there- had been simply deleted from Bobbi’s vocabulary. Where there was a will, there was a way, and she doesn’t care if she has to wait a hundred years to see it thru. She will get it done.
She silently thanked that Irish bastard of hers for granting within her a will more tough than iron, despite his claims before that she’d had that will all along. One of his reasons for loving her, or so she was told. A smile slowly crests across her café au latte features, her embarrassment ebbing away to a mere distant memory. Shamus. She idly wondered if in fact he would be proud of her at this moment. Sometimes, she had caught herself wondering if he was still alive, and then she would stop those thoughts cold. Of course he was still around, he was a tougher bastard than she was, and she’s seen the face of hell. The face of hell held the faces of those who had betrayed her and her….and that’s where her past memories grow fuzzy, as if she were a mortal who had had too much to drink at the party last evening, and was too drunk to remember what had happened.
Taking an unneeded sigh, she curls up as best as she is able, and she slowly lets her deathly slumber overtake her.
