Post by Megara Kontos on Dec 15, 2012 4:50:06 GMT 1
Playby: (Liv Tyler)
Name: Megara Daphne Kontos
Age: 685/35
Sex: Female
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
Species: Vampire
Physical Description: Megara has mystery hidden in those brilliant blue eyes of hers. Everything about the woman, from the way that she moves to the sound of her voice, suggests that there is a grace of truth in her that so many are blind to seeing themselves. Her features are soft, beguiling even before she was turned into a vampire. With brunette hair that she constantly keeps long, down to at least her shoulder blades and her tellingly pale complexion give her an appearance that people, throughout her life, have wanted to trust her because of. Megara is slender and stands at five foot ten inches.
Attitude: Since she could remember Megara has always seen things a little bit differently than most. Her mind open to thinks that a woman’s shouldn’t have been in the era that she was human in. Rather than viewing the world through a moral obligation set forth by the church she saw things in nature, observed the balance. Though she is a lawful person, upholding the standards set by the magistrate Megara holds an understanding of necessities. While order is favored, chaos is needed. Just as there is light, darkness has its place too. Megara considers this balance in every day life, heeds the equal and opposite rather than trying to stomp it out for complete dominance.
Abilities: All of the abilities of most vampires, superior strength, speed, wall crawling, enhanced healing, and compulsion. She also has pathokinesis, having the ability to feel and influence people's emotions.
Weaknesses: Megara has all the typical weaknesses of a vampire, lycan blood, sunlight, wooden stakes or arrows, as well as silver. She is a bit stunted by her logic, enforcing laws though her mind muddles with her belief of the balance and its necessity. The woman has never been at all found of any type of bug, its makes her skin crawl to be near them in any way. Often she can be mistaken for being difficult or cowardly because Megara doesn’t always think that punishment should come in the harshest of forms, she shows mercy.
History: Born in Greece. Megara came into this world as a gift from the Gods, or so her parents used to say. Her mother had been unable to conceive for the longest time thinking that she would never have a child of her own whereas her fisherman father remained ever hopeful dreaming of the day while on the seas. They were older when it happened, much older than a couple should have been in that time to bare children and as such her mother was often sick as Megara grew and her father increasingly weakened with his old age. By the time the pair were in their late forties Megara was reaching her teen years and around the village she was somewhat of an affectionate topic. Neighbors adored her kindness and somewhat strange ways finding her endearing rather than a nuisance. Her life was good, fulfilled in ways that she found herself lucky despite the minor differences in her household than other and the extra responsibilities that she took on in caring for her sick mother.
The understanding of family was deeply bred into her giving Megara no reason to harbor ill will toward her situation. Some of the girls weren’t as fond of her as the rest of the villagers often tormenting her with harsh words and on occasion with violence. Megara had always been one to take the high road and ignore them, run away when it came to them throwing rocks or pulling her hair and dress. A smile was still usually seen on her face regardless of these things and she took comfort in knowing that she had people that loved her even when hate seemed to rear its ugly head. Megara understood that for love to exist there must also be hate and accepted that. When it was time for her to marry she was wed to a kind man named Nico whom she didn’t love at first but rather a genuine fondness between them that would eventually grow into love. Megara was seventeen at the time and a year later she had her first child despite the fear that she might share the same fate as her mother. It was a son who she named Diokles. Two more children would be born, a girl named Vara and another son Mikolas.
Watching them grow up, nurturing them was a fulfillment that Megara was most grateful for. By the time she was thirty-five feeling old and worn down a stranger came knocking in the night. Hospitality had been shown in their home countless times before. One heard stories, fairy tales that roamed around, but they had never been much for believing them. Her family was slaughtered and the man responsible, a vampire, took her and made Megara what he was. The loyalty between her and her maker didn’t negate the fact that Megara held sorrow toward the death of her family.
Through the centuries Megara and her maker, Christophe, were relatively quiet, kept to the shadows as secrecy needed though once a year he would indulge in his animalistic tendencies and slaughter another family, always the same, five members, two sons, a daughter. When Megara questioned him as to why he had spared her he had said that he thought she was special and loneliness was a dangerous thing to have even to one such as himself. He was very self-loathing.
When the world ended, a year later on his 1000th birthday Christophe killed himself daywalking. The freedom that it gave Megara was difficult to come to terms with. She remained in Greece eventually gaining status amongst her kind in an advisory capacity to the magistrate. Megara served her purpose with great potential, was ever watchful and keen to sensing trouble before it happened. After the assassination of Anika Tulani in District 6 Megara was requested to take over.
Her casino is called Ares giving the city of new Vegas an ancient Greece theme with marbled floors and fixtures in a design rich in architecture. The rooms are decorated with warm colors, statues of the ancient Gods overlook the gaming floor, there is a separate location within the casino that offers opened shallow pools with beautiful men and women available for guests leisure and a gladiator pit.
Code Words: CORRECT
Rp Sample:
Sighing her head hung slightly, two fingers pressed to her temple. This wasn’t the way that things should have been handled. The punishment was not befitting the crime and as the advisor Megara thought it prudent to advise as she was meant to do. ”Your Lordship, one extreme will have to be reciprocated with another.” At times she could, admittedly, be a tad cryptic but that was merely her way. Not many people viewed things the way that she did and it had proven to be an issue throughout her life, especially as a vampire. Megara had thought that she might be better understood amongst vampires, greater reaching wisdom being possessed after the many years that they had lived and things that they had seen or experienced. Megara was speaking of the balance. If he went about the punishment he originally wanted to dole out she foresaw an event worth that punishment happening in return. There were some amongst the Greek council who thought her beliefs were washy, but she hadn’t been proven wrong yet. Eventually something always came up to bare her cautions. Maybe it was just coincidence but the world was a series of coincidences that both were puzzles and made all the sense in the world.
The look on his face was troublesome. Being in a position of power was always a precarious thing, more balance needed to keep the reigns in proper posture. Showing too much mercy or too little, being too cautious or not enough and it was her job to tighten the strings and give some slack when it was needed in order to keep her lordship as he should have been, to aid in making him a strong leader to his region. War mentalities had been something that Megara gained throughout her years as a vampire. It wasn’t so much so that she was educated in the ins and out of a military life that had made her so helpful in the field but rather her ability to predict outcomes based on the circumstances surrounding any battle that was come across. The offender of topic had been a deserter in the ranks. Killing him of course was a necessity but the manner in which it was done was what Megara was trying to negotiate here.
Fury rose from the commanding officer, hackles proverbially raised, his teeth bared at her for encroaching on his territory- or so he thought. Megara put a hand up easing him to calm. The commander was bringing too much negativity into her personal circle and Megara was displeased with this. ”By all means, killing the boy is perfectly reasonable but I strongly encourage a more…humane method of doing so.” Her lordship slowly considered what she was suggesting and her gaze traveled over to the commander who seemed to be appeased by this new information, though not completely satisfied.