TLDR:
-- hot french vampire domme.
-- don't ask her how old she is, it's rude.
-- runway model, socialite, in a constant state of ennui.
-- will step on you only if you ask nicely.
-- high key a sadist
-- *disgusted noise.*
Name: Antoinette DuBois
Age: Looks 28, actually around 300 years old.
Height: 5’10, but 6’3 in heels.
Hair: Golden blonde, wavy and reaches down between her shoulder blades.
Eyes: Blue
Occupation: Model
Race: Vampire
Sexuality: Pansexual
Build: Curvy and tall with an hourglass figure. Long legs.
Distinguishing Marks: Beauty mark under her left eye, and one on her right breast.
Likes:
Red roses
Red lipstick
The smell of rain
Pretty Girls
Pretty Boys
Reading
Dislikes:
Arrogance that's worse than her own
Daytime
Abilities:
Retractable fangs
Unnatural Healing
Unnatural Senses
Vision in the darkness
Unnatural Strength
Immortal
Becomes weaker and more irritable in the sunlight
biography:
In the early years of the 1700’s, Antoinette was french nobility. A headstrong woman with a high status, still unmarried, but who would want to marry such a stubborn woman? One who could read, write and debate like any man, maybe even better. After weeks of convincing, and charming a suitor was found, Antoinette refused. Her mother shot back that it was not her choice.
The day of her wedding, she decided that she would run away. Run and never look back any more, even if it meant losing her status or losing her life. Deep in the woods, after running for what felt like hours the end of her dress torn and black from the mud.
Collapsing to her knees, tears streaming down her face and clearing away the pounds of makeup. It was there in the clearing when she felt a cold hand tilt her face up, a woman, pale and beautiful there in the light of the dusk. Antoinette blinked away tears as the stranger asked her about her troubles. It was there that she broke down, clawing at the mud that dug under her nails. She did not want to return, she refused to be married, all the fancies of being noble were no longer attractive to her. She wanted to be free. It was then in the dull light of the moon, when she looked at the woman clearly smiling down at her with long fangs glistening from her teeth.
There was a gasp, then silence.
When she died, that’s when her life began anew as a vampire. There were days where she was nostalgic, and she would frequent art museums. Coming across old portraits of herself, staring into the painting and reliving the memories. A local photographer took notice this time, snapping a candid photo and looking at the screen. He became curious towards the ageless woman in the painting, while what seemed to be her dopple ganger standing there in the flesh. After some convincing she finally agreed to let him photograph her, soon becoming his muse, and that’s where her career as a model began.
