BENNETT, Ophelia Elisabeth

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OPHELIA ELISABETH BENNETT
"How can you understand something that you never had?"

FULL NAME Ophelia Elisabeth Bennett
NICKNAMES none.
AGE roughly 888 years/appears 24
GENDER female
BIRTHDAY c. 1124 (est. may 15th-19th)
SPECIES vampire
ALLIANCE Neutral
SEXUALITY Heterosexual

PLAY-BY Claire Holt
EYES a deep, rich blue.
HAIR blonde, long, with slight spiral curls.
BODY TYPE lithe and agile
HEIGHT 5'8"
WEIGHT 120 lbs
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES

• she has an 'x' marked scar on the back of her neck.
  

STYLE Ophelia likes to think herself fashionable, she's the type to throw anything together and try to make it work, but she isn't against wearing comfortable, casual clothes. Though she will go out of her way to seek out occasions where she would be required to dress fancily, a pretty dress, a few accentuating necklaces, etc.

LIKES At least 10.

• music
  
• dancing
  
• warm weather
  
• drawing
  
• drinking (alcohol & blood)
  
• physical activity (i.e running; where is your mind?)
  
• tracking
  
• attention
  
• men
  
• animals
  
• fun & games
  
• shakespeare
  

DISLIKES At least 10.

• being left alone
  
• being confined
  
• horror films & things that jump out at her
  
• eery noises
  
• overly arrogant people
  
• people who ask too many questions
  
• spiders & snakes
  
• losing control (of herself)
  
• being lied to.
  
• not knowing what's going on
  

STRENGTHS At least 4.

• she's been told she's a pretty good listener.
  
• patient; really, she has all the time in the world.
  
• being a vampire.
  
• she's agile, and she's pretty inventive when it comes to getting away.
  

WEAKNESSES At least 4.

• she tends to trust too easily.
  
• when she gets hurt, she tends to get vindictive, if only slightly.
  
• she's extremely self-serving; she probably won't do anything if there isn't anything in it for her.
  
• she's overly protective of loved ones.
  

HABITS At least 3.

• she bites her lip when she's nervous.
  
• she's usually the last to arrive, and the first to leave. if something goes down, unless someone she loves is in danger, she'll be the first to distance herself from situations that could get her killed.
  
• she's sarcastic a lot, call it a defense mechanism.
  

FEARS At least 3.

• falling in love & getting her heart broken.
  
• she's afraid of heights.
  
• Dying/Death
  

DESIRES At least 1.

• She'll never openly admit it, but she wants nothing more than to be considered normal. Being a vampire has been miserable for her, being forced to watch nearly all she cares about grow old and die; and the few that she managed to change ended up hating her and leaving her behind.
  

SECRETS At least 1.

• she's a die-hard romantic underneath an uncaring ne'er-do-well's disguise.
  

OVERALL
She was once a loving girl, caring even - but Ophelia was the prime example of what happened to a girl who loved too much, and had her heart broken far too many times. she was a trusting girl who saw way too much good in even the darkest of people, always convinced that there was humanity in everything. this childish belief, of course, was shattered over the course of her 'adulthood'. be it from forced encounters, or witnessing murder and mutilation of both family and friends, she soon became a shell of her former self. no longer outwardly caring or kindhearted, she became self-serving and vindictive, finding it easier to keep others at bay than to welcome them in.
though she uses a scorned disguise to protect something strikingly similar to an inner child who wants nothing more than to be normal, to grow old, to be with those that genuinely care for her.

but she lost that belief some hundred years ago, deciding that love and romance weren't for her, and she was fated to live a life of fickle solitude. She wasn't against having a good time though, and she often sought out the company of others to satisfy her constant need for companionship, even if they rarely amounted to anything but casual friendship. She was often seen as erratic, reckless, and armed with the sarcastic 'venom' befitting a pit viper. of course, if one bothered to try and get to know her, they'd only find a damaged and confused girl, dying to fit in and be cared for.

MOTHERAnne Marie Bennett (nee Stafford) -deceased.
FATHER William Henry Bennett - deceased.
SIBLINGS Edward William Bennett (brother, deceased.) John Henry Bennett (brother, deceased.) Elizabeth Anne Bellefleur (nee Bennett.) (sister, deceased) Arthur Philip Bennett (brother, deceased)
OTHER PERSONS OF IMPORTANCE James Edward Blackbourne (ex-betrothed, vampire, hopefully deceased.)
ETHNICITY European/Caucasion
WEALTH STATUS Modest. She's not filthy rich, but she certainly isn't poor.
OVERALL
She remembers every aspect of her past, it's one of the perks of having so much time to sit and reflect upon past choices and situations. Ophelia was born to William and Anne Bennett, the youngest of five children. They had a modest upbringing, they lived on a small farm outside London, and relied most heavily on their mother's relations to person of interest in the king and queen's court. Ophelia, being the youngest, was often found hiding behind her mother's skirts while her elder siblings went about their duties. She often accompanied her mother on her trips into the city, Ophelia always loved seeing all the people rush about in their hurries, and she relished the stories her mother told her about her time at court, and how Ophelia was bound to be a beautiful young lady, who might even serve the queen one day! They made a weekly trip out of visiting the city, and time seemed to fly by.

Eventually, Edward was sent off to join the royal army, John married into a wealthy family, Elizabeth ran away and eloped with a french troubadour after it was found that she was with child, and Arthur was sent to the church to be a man of God. Ophelia spent the next few years, still clutching her mother's skirts as though her life depended on it, sticking by her mother while her father went through mistress after mistress, bringing in illegitimate children that unfortunately did not live long enough to reach their name-day. But soon, her father was felled in a hunting accident, and her mother succumbed to grief for a man who had so obviously fallen out of love with her, if he had every truly loved her at all. And by then, Ophelia was very much alone, being readied to become a ward of the county, until her eldest brother Edward swept in to protect her. He had been married by then, to a wonderfully sweet girl named Mary. And Mary was wonderful, she taught Ophelia how to speak french, she taught her how to sew, she taught her how to sing and dance - it was everything a 'mother' was supposed to do, and yet, Ophelia had never seemed to get that from her actual mother.

Eventually, though, Ophelia grew into a young woman and could no longer depend on Mary and Edward. She was sent into the city, to serve the governess of a lady in waiting. There she learned the eloquent graces of lords and ladies, and some say it was there that her heart grew three sizes. It was in the courts of love where she fell in love, not with man nor woman, but with life itself. she grew enamored with the liveliness the scenario brought, she enjoyed the tales that travelers told and the songs that troubadours sang, even the one act plays that aspiring play-writes strove to present. But Ophelia was unlike the other young girls, who wanted to be married to white knights upon valiant steeds, or the ladies that wanted nothing but to swear fealty to God in the convents, she didn't want to settle, to settle for anything less than absolute adventure. This was what outlawed her at court, while she was valued and sought after, she always seemed out of reach.

It was on her twenty-fourth birthday, though, that it all seemed to come crashing down. There was a man, there always was in these sort of tragic tales, a man preying upon naive girls. And like any lovesick fool, she absolutely fell for it. lulled into a sense of safety she let herself become unguarded and vulnerable, and she paid the nonrefundable price. it was a night of fickle folly that led to a lifetime of regret. the man had secluded her, whispering sweet nothings into her eager ears and proffering false promises. it was only when his eyes glinted a deep red, and she felt the sharp sting of teeth against her neck that she had any notion of what was to come, and what was going on.

And after that, it had all gone black, in a dull, foggy haze until she managed to come to her senses, overwhelmed with a thirst that no amount of wine or water to satiate. but she wasn't a dimwitted girl, she had put two and two together, coupling her insatiable thirst with the man's subtle, seductive attack. she knew what she was, she knew what she needed to do, but she knew not how to go about doing it. She didn't think she could 'live' with herself, knowing she had attacked someone innocent. But when the thirst became too much for her to bear, she ventured, braving the long, agonizing steps into the county's infirmary, settling on an unconscious man who had been at war. he was already injured, severely so - surely he wouldn't mind! right? this was what she continuously told herself as she fed, but the fear added with guilt was enough to send her running from the only home she had come to know.

And right into the arms of a much darker force. Several years passed, and by several, I mean a good four hundred years or so. four hundred years of getting by, of surviving.

It was 1530 now, a time both of love and terror in the heart of London. The courts had become a familiar haunt for the golden haired young woman. And it was here that she fell in love, properly. It was here that she met James Blackbourne for the first time, a knight in his majesty's army. It was a complete whirlwind romance, a young man back from war, only to meet a blonde woman who caught his eye. And for once, it seemed that all was perfect for our little vampire spitfire. For months they had been together, months before he asked her to be his, and she readily accepted. But thoughts of their future begun to plague her. When he aged, and she did not, what then? Would he immediately know what she was? It was then that thoughts of turning him started to weed it's way into her mind, but she had never turned anyone before, and it wasn't as though her creator had been much of a help. sure, he appeared every now and then to make sure she wasn't on some blood-induced rampage, but he hadn't told her the basics, and she hardly remembered the night she was turned clear enough to recount every grueling detail of it.

And oh god, what had she done? She had thought that by turning him, and then explaining, it would all be so much easier. But oh, oh how very wrong she had been. James had sat through the entire retelling, her story, her history, and he stayed silent for all of it. It was only at it's close, where he remained motionless and silent, before he started screaming at her. calling her an abomination to humanity and cursing her for the greater part of all eternity. and he ran. Simple as that, leaving behind a crying, slack jawed woman in his wake.

The following cluster of large amounts of years followed in a similar way, though she had grown less careful in her feeding and lost the sympathy she had for young lovers. But she still kept a brave face, for old times sake. But she wouldn't let herself get close to anyone, out of fear that she would be broken for a third time. But still, even while broken and damaged, she sought out the company of others, as if companionship were an addiction she just could not kick. She had spent hundreds upon hundreds (ok, maybe not that many, but she loved to exaggerate.) of years living the same, mundane lifestyle. track, feed, forget, wander - wash, rinse, and repeat. over and over again - it was only when her creator appeared, she assumed for the last time, that she learned of a place called Manuka.

Perhaps she could make a fresh start? Only time would tell, and she had loads of it.

NAME/ALIAS AC!
AGE 19 ;u;
TIME ZONE easternnnnn
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OTHER CHARACTERS Ariadne Rose Sinclair
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