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ELENA LILIANA BRITANOV
'Already dead, so why can't I die'

FULL NAME Elena Liliana Britanov
NICKNAMES Ella, Russkaya Sharlatan
AGE 515 (looks 18)
GENDER Female
BIRTHDAY December 13th, 1496
SPECIES Vampire
ALLIANCE Neutral
SEXUALITY Bi-Sexual

PLAY-BY Rachelle Lefevre
EYES Elena’s eyes are her most defining feature, large in size, so when they dazzle and sparkle in the sunlight, they can't go unnoticed.
HAIR Elena has long fiery red hair, which is always in an untidy bushy mess, settled around her shoulders. Elena very rarely has her hair restrained; this is because of the thrill she gets feeling her hair billowing in the wind.
BODY TYPE Elena possess a curvy frame, definitely slim, and is of medium height and build, as can be seen with her average height and weight.
HEIGHT 5' 6’’
WEIGHT 122 lbs
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES Aside from her long, bushy and fiery red hair, as well as bright, dazzling blue eyes, Elena also has a tattoo on the bone of her left wrist, a black rose to be exact, with red droplets dripping from the stem.
STYLE The amount of makeup Elena wears is limited to pale foundation, black eyeliner and blood red lipstick. She isn't opposed to jewelry, but wears even less of that than makeup, preferring the style she could often be seen adorned in when she resided as the daughter of a duke and duchess in England during the 1500's. If she does wear jewelry, then it will be big, colorful and 'in your face', not unlike the necklaces and rings she would have worn when she was alive. Elena certainly isn't a casual dresser, and tends to opt for a darker range of attire; anything black, red or grey. She detests baggy clothes, preferring the kind that clings to her curves, and accentuates them.
OVERALL
Elena's bright and dazzling blue eyes are always the first thing that catches anyone's attention, especially when she's applied black eyeliner, exceedingly close to the line of her eyelashes, making them stand out all the more. Her long, bushy and fiery red hair is second only to those eyes, always settled on her shoulders, and always blowing in the wind. Sometimes Elena simply breaks into a speedy run just to feel the wind in those long red locks. Elena’s skin is porcelain white in shade, as is the case with most red heads, and though not many freckles can be found on her cheeks, they practically litter her back from top to bottom. She doesn't wear a lot of makeup, and what she does wear normally consists of a pale foundation, with black eyeliner, heavy on her upper eyelid, and blood red lipstick.

Etched into the bone of her left wrist, there's a black rose tattoo, with red droplets running along the stem. When it comes to clothing, Elena is far from casual. Almost all her attire is dark; black, grey or blood red. Baggy clothes simply aren’t an option for her, so she wouldn’t be caught dead (no pun intended) in woolly jumpers, or loose sweats, opting to wear anything that clings to her curves, and accentuates them well. This would consist of hip hugging skinny jeans, leather pants, shorts, miniskirts, tank tops, tube tops and string tops, anything tight, Elena will often be adorned in, aside from long leather coats, which hang around her, topped off with a pair of sneakers, sandals or boots, especially boots, black, leather, knee high, and often with killer heels, tend to be her trademark.

When at work, her style is far more professional, and she tends to don suit dresses, or waist hugging blouses with pencil skirts, often equipped with her favorite black peep toe ankle boots. She also has a fetish for corsets, stemming from the period in time she was born into, whether on her, or on someone else, they lend to the sensual frame she possesses all the more, enhancing her cleavage so it's almost impossible to overlook.

LIKES At least 10.

• Blood
  
• Corsets
  
• Roses
  
• Russia
  
• Running
  
• French
  
• Music
  
• Forests
  
• Snow
  
• Her brother
  
• Her hair
  
• The cold
  
• The color red
  
• Her black peep toe ankle boots
  
• Being the centre of attention
  

DISLIKES At least 10.

• Criticism
  
• Restraints
  
• The heat
  
• Her parents
  
• Other vampires
  
• Uncomfortable silences
  
• Being ignored
  
• Being alone
  
• Boring people
  
• Baggy clothes
  

STRENGTHS At least 4.

• Confidence
  
• Dancing
  
• Languages
  
• Speed
  
• Sexual appeal
  
• Mind control
  
• Her looks
  
• Well educated
  
• The ability to lie
  
• The ability to manipulate
  
• The ability to remain calm
  
• The mask she wears
  

WEAKNESSES At least 4.

• Children
  
• Men
  
• Wood
  
• Her vanity
  
• Her pride
  
• Her looks
  
• Feelings of inadequacy
  

HABITS At least 3.

• Daydreaming
  
• Drumming her fingers to stifle the silence
  
• Curling her hair around her index finger
  

FEARS At least 3.

• Being caught
  
• Getting close to someone
  
• Living for another five hundred years
  

DESIRES At least 1.

• To kill her sire
  

SECRETS At least 1.

• Is a self loathing vampire
  

OVERALL
Coming from a society where women who showed emotion were looked down upon, Elena formed a mask that allowed her to deal with the pressures of that society. While she had once been a cold child, and went on to become a rebellious adolescent, Elena has been all about the facade since her death. What she shows to everyone else is always a front.

Elena walks with a certain strut, making sure her hips and ass can be seen by all, fitting into her jeans or leather pants like a glove. She also talks with a particular air of confidence, and seduction coating her every word. Certainly vain, Elena knows how to show off her assets, and dresses accordingly. Her vanity can often times be mistaken for arrogance, as it isn't often she takes much notice of the Average Joe, or Plain Jane, and if she does, she'll become disinterested remarkably fast. Elena practically oozes sexual appeal, making sure her bright blue eyes remain entirely focused on whatever company she's keeping, frequently lingering toward their assets, whether that be the physique of a man, or the bust of a woman, she makes sure they know she's noticed. She's also incredibly calm, difficult to temper, and it comes across, not only in a tone, dripping with desire, but collected as well, as if the words just flow from her thin pink lips, like she hasn't given any thought to them at all. Elena is a master flirt, knowing what to say, how to say it, and when to say it, but then again, she's almost always flirting, responding to those in her company both teasingly and playfully, unable to reply in anything resembling a serious tone. Despite this, Elena can hardly ever be seen in the company of someone for an extended period of time, seemingly hopping from person to person.

Elena shows her carefully molded front to almost everyone she encounters, and continues to keep it on display, never allowing them to see her true nature. She finds it impossible to become attached to anyone, whether that be because she emotionally can't, or is terrified of the notion, is unknown. Her only real connections have ever been to her brother, and her lover, both of whom died. She never formed any true attachment to her parents, her husband or the women she surrounded herself with at court. Elena is certainly more emotionally withdrawn, than physically withdrawn, never allowing her true feelings to surface, and showing only the facade she's carefully crafted over the centuries to the world. Being the daughter of a duke and duchess also makes her an arrogant and proud individual, though which trait outweighs the other is unknown. Because of this, particularly when confronted with a younger creature, she'll never admit it when she's wrong, and she'll never back down from an argument should it present itself, even if she knows it's futile. Her vanity is also something to be noted, as she is very aware of her looks. While her beauty was something that went unnoticed by her parents, at court it was very much a different story, where she easily succeeded in wrapping anyone around her finger, so a single comment defaming her appearance can often leave her reeling.

Not a soul is aware of the fact that Elena truly despises what she has become over the centuries, and what she has lost as a result. She wishes more than anything she was still alive, or had actually died the night she was turned. She can certainly be called a self loathing vampire, crushed by the loss of her humanity, and the thought that she'll never have the chance to bear a child again, which are truly the only things capable of putting a dent in her armor, and causing her mask to dissolve, with little to no effort at all. Because of the hate she harbors for herself, she prefers to distance herself from other vampires.

MOTHER Mary Bryan née Brooke †
FATHER Charles Bryan †
SIBLINGS Henry Bryan (brother) †
OTHER PERSONS OF IMPORTANCE Francis Hetherton (lover) †
Thomas Bulmer (husband) †
Unknown Child (miscarriage - November 12th, 1515) †
ETHNICITY British/ Caucasian
WEALTH STATUS Affluent
OVERALL
Elena Liliana Britanov was born Eleanor Bryan, in Kent, England, on December 13th, 1496, but many weary years on this earth resulted in a name change. She was the youngest child of Charles and Mary Bryan, the duke and duchess of the region they resided in, and for this reason was afforded very little attention growing up, with her older brother taking precedence as heir to the family fortune. Still, as a girl of upper class standing, who would undoubtedly garner many marital prospects, Elena was well educated, tutored at her home in Maidstone. She was taught a wide array of languages, such as Latin, Spanish and Italian, showing a certain flair for French. As with all women of her time, she was also well learned in dancing, music and needlework, being capable of playing the lute and dancing the Pavane, in combination with the Galliard, by the time she was six years old.

The virulent lack of attention paid to Elena growing up, led her to become very isolated and distant from her parents. The only roles they actively played in her life were those of critics and matchmakers, who had little to no interest in their daughter unless she did something wrong, or caught the eye of another family held in high regard. Though, this was the norm for all girls, being as self aware as she was, it affected Elena more than most other females, and were it not for her brother, she would have lived a most lonely existence during the years she spent in the home of her parents. It was Henry's death that had an everlasting affect on a ten-year-old Elena, who found him hanging from the beams of his room, before fleeing the estate to take refuge in the surrounding forest. It was nightfall by the time she was found again.

Her brother's funeral and burial were a hushed affair, with the burial plot located a great distance outside Maidstone, his body relegated to an unmarked grave. At having lost their eldest son, the duke and duchess of Kent made haste to secure their daughter a good match in the hopes she would produce a son of her own before their deaths. However, they hadn't considered how great an impact the loss of her brother had on Elena, while being a cold girl, she was also demure. Henry's death changed that, and Elena spent the next five years rebelling against the restraints her family and society had placed on her. She abandoned her education, and was willing to go to whatever lengths to deter prospective husbands, often times showing up to arranged dinners, completely inebriated. It didn't have the desired effect, as Elena was betrothed to Thomas Bulmer, earl of Rochford, and over thirty years her senior.

However, she wasn't the only one suffering as a result of Henry's death, her parent's marriage was also put under great strain, and her unruly attitude, which became worse after her betrothal, only caused it greater stress. Elena was aware of this, but she refused to relent, leaving her parents to question if it truly was Henry's death having an effect on her, or whether she simply hated them for the way they treated his passing as a taboo subject. As a result, Elena was sent to court to serve as a lady in waiting to the queen of England, in the hopes a new environment would pacify her, at least before the time came for her to be married. It had its effects, but whether they were positive or negative is another thing. Elena found herself thriving in the decadence of court. Not only was it the only other place she set foot in outside of her home, but it was also the first time she found herself surrounded by other women, and especially men.

Elena adored the festivities and banquets that were a constant occurrence at court, and relished the attention she was paid, especially from men when it came to her looks. Having spent most of her life being criticized by her parents, it was a whole new experience for her to be desired, and she was greatly desired, particularly by one Francis Hetherton, a court musician. Elena fell hard and fell fast for the lute player, and the two began an illicit affair. She was positively heartbroken every time she was recalled to Maidstone, which was when Elena learnt her first valuable lesson about masking her emotions. Considering she was still to marry another man, she could not afford to be seen to be in love with another, even if her happiness was to be short lived, she was adamant to enjoy it while it lasted. But it proved to be something easier said than done.

For a time, Francis was the escape from reality she needed, and helped her forget about the loss of her brother, her parent's crumbling marriage, and her own impending nuptials. But Thomas was her reality, and at the age of sixteen, Elena became his wife. She remained outwardly composed with the match though, fully utilizing the mask she had formed over the last year, so the true extent of her unhappiness was never betrayed. Her husband might have been a respected man, but the age gap made things difficult for the youthful Elena. Despite her parent's hopes for the couple to produce a son within the first year of marriage, it seemed the elderly Thomas was unable to satisfy his wife sexually, and try as she might, Elena couldn't cut herself off from Francis entirely, and their affair continued. She might have been unable to conceive a child with Thomas, but the same couldn't be said of her prospects with Francis.

Elena was pregnant within six months of marriage, and upon making the discovery, decided she couldn't continue on with her pretence of a union, wherein her and Francis made immediate plans to abandon their meticulous lives and flee, until forces far beyond their control intervened, and Elena happened upon the body of yet another loved on, with no trace of any injury excepting two puncture wounds to Francis' neck. Believing that she was being punished for sinning against God, Elena banished herself to a nunnery to repent for her transgressions, vanishing from the lives of her parents and husband for good. Only one realization hung over Elena in the months that followed, and that was the thought of what would become of her now. Not only was she carrying an illegitimate child, but she had no means to care for it. Elena became even colder than she had once been as a child, with her behavior becoming strangely erratic and agitated.

At eighteen-years-old, and three months pregnant, Elena was fully prepared to go the way of her brother, that was until Francis' fate became hers. However, she survived her encounter, but the pain she endured as a result of the transformation not only cost her the life of her unborn child, but a great degree of her sanity as well, as the newly turned vampiress went on a killing spree, murdering all the women that resided in the nunnery she had exiled herself to. After the bloodbath, all traces of Elena vanished from England, as she fled her home country, and ended up in Moscow, Russia, where she eventually changed her name. Her parents did finally manage to trace her to Holywell Priory, but upon the discovery of the bloodshed that had taken place there, assumed she had been brutally murdered alongside every other woman to be found there. This revelation also resulted in the eventual death of Thomas, who died of a heart attack after receiving the news of his wife's violent murder.

On one hand, the abilities she acquired were of a great advantage to her. But on the other, she was unable to adjust to the creature she had been transformed into; a thing that would have to kill or maim others in order to survive. Elena was eventually able to adjust to the idea of harming others, but accepting the concept of immortality, and the thought that she will never be able to have a child of her own, has proven to be an uphill struggle. However, one goal which she clings to like a vice grip is the thought that she might find her sire one day, and repay whoever it was for what they did to her.

Over the following five centuries, Elena became quite the conwoman, surviving and thriving through lies and deceit. Though the vampiress was sure to remain on the move, five hundred years proved to be a long time, and with it, came a great degree of notoriety. The English Rose soon became known as Russkaya Sharlatan, meaning the Russian Charlatan. She conned many men, and women alike, out of thousands, targeting elderly men at a loss without their ill wives, but her favorite targets gradually became younger women with workaholics for partners. She came to prefer the sensuality of women, and the destruction she could cause to their lives, noticing that with it being an expectation for men to be unfaithful, very little enjoyment could be gained from turning their lives upside down. Not to mention, she found them to be too simple, and too easy to seduce. Women, on the other hand, she noticed, and understood from the period in which she was born, had much higher expectations, making it all the more enjoyable to drag them down.

As her fortune grew, so too did her reputation, and she started a chain of public houses across Russia, granting all her bars the title 'The Black Rose'. But as her business flourished, Elena met her match. In deciding to venture outside her comfort zone of prey, and unbeknownst to her, she targeted a fellow con artist, and fellow supernatural, who also had their sights set on her after she swindled money out of a loved one. For fear that she would not only be exposed, but that her business would be threatened if she stayed in Russia, after five centuries, Elena was fleeing again. She set up base in Boston, Massachusetts, and from there, overlooked the development of a new bar, in a new location.

With its recent completion, the vampiress looks forward to a fresh start, but continues to keep one eye open for a certain acquaintance from her past.

NAME/ALIAS Reggie
AGE 23
TIME ZONE GMT
HOW YOU FOUND US Caution 2.0
OTHER CHARACTERS N/ A
RP SAMPLE

It was with a low hiss that the fiery red head trudged into La Petite Miette, and Elena wasn't one for trudging. She was one for strolling slowly along, strutting, sidling, but definitely not trudging, that was more befitting of a hill climber, slowly coming to the realization that K2 was a lot higher than they anticipated, but not Elena, never Elena. Whatever had possessed the bright, blue eyed vamp to pull her wild locks back into a messy up style, with some untamable strands refusing to stay where they were fastened, had also directed her toward a grate while on the phone, because the next thing Elena knew she was hitting the concrete, the heel of one of her black peep toe ankle boots getting stuck beneath her.

It didn't require a lot of effort on Elena's part to yank it out, but she had lost a heel, having underestimated her own strength, and just like that, the red head had lost one of her favorite pairs of shoes. Fortunately, she managed to persuade some attractive passerby (tall, dark haired, with smoldering black eyes to match), that his greatest desire was to lend her his dirty brown leather combat boots. But as she arrived at the quaint little bistro, she wondered if she would have been better off just going barefoot. The boots had not only been tattered and dirty, but whoever manufactured them hated feet, and wanted to see feet become extinct. But Elena was quick to position herself once she was inside, as if she hadn't just walked what felt like ten miles, with jagged rocks strapped to her feet, and proceeded to sidle right up to the counter.

"Bonsoir Pierre" she offered a soft smile to the bearded gentleman behind the counter, her thick Russian accent mixing peculiarly with the French greeting, as she dropped her massive black lace shoulder bag on top of the gleaming surface, her beloved ankle boots poking out from the opening, "Can I get a cup of coffee please, outside alright, lyubit?" she asked with a tilt of her head, a slight pout forming on those thin blood red lips. 'Comin' right up, Miss Elena' was the response she soon received, and with a bright smile, and a slight wink of her eye, Elena picked her bag up from the counter again, before expressing her gratitude, "Merci cher" she smiled, sidling outside just as she had sidled inside before dropping the pretence and dropping into the closest seat, at the nearest table, pulling those dreaded boots off her feet, and throwing them onto another seat, stationed around the table she had been sitting at.

So desperate had she been to relieve herself of those things, her handbag had still been on her shoulder, and was now slowly sliding down her arm to hit the ground, something the fiery red head had barely noticed, she was too busy picking her feet up off the ground, childishly blowing on them as if that would help. When it occurred to her that they would heal in their own time, she propped them up on the neighboring seat, making sure to kick those god-awful boots away beforehand. She hadn't so much as started wriggling her toes when she felt the orgasmic sensation of those healing abilities kick in, particularly delightful in this situation, working their magic on the frayed soles of her feet.

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