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Full Name: Alexandria Marileus
Race: Vampire
True Age: 137
Apparent Age: 22
Powers & Special Abilities: Telepathy, Mind Reading, Levitation, Inheriting
Bloodline (if Vampire): Marileus
Empire (if applicable): N/A
Title/Rank (if applicable): N/A
Imagine if you will, a 6 year old girl on the streets after a battle had ravaged
her home, killed all she knew around her, but for some odd reason, nae laid a
hand upon her. Imagine her roaming the streets until she found a home that was
easy enough to get into, hide in, and sneak food to keep herself alive. Then you
are imagining the first years of life of Alexandria Marileus. She does not
remember her birth name, she remembered nothing when she snuck into that house,
other than the blood curdling screams of the men, women, and children who were
slaughtered at the hands of a group known as the Authurians.
It was not a discredit to them that she was a dainty child, easily hidden,
almost undetectable when they rampaged her village, her father had been a
soldier, and had found a place for each of his children to hide, Alexandria
being the youngest, was given the easiest place, though most profitable in the
long run. She spent two days hidden there. Sleeping on the cold earth, until the
sounds were gone. Getting out and finding the ground scorched, charcoal burned
bodies, and ruins of where she once had played. She started to walk, with
tear-filled eyes, to what she would find her destiny to be. She didn't talk even
when travelers picked her up and took her to the next city. There she was left,
hopefully to find a good home as the travelers moved on. She didn't speak. The
horrors she had seen, had rendered her mute, and her mind desensitized to
horrific things. A child void of love and fear. This is when she moved into the
home of Lucian Marileus, without his knowledge or permission. 2 days of hiding,
stealing only enough food to survive, and watching from the little hiding spot
she had found. But after she had left the travelers, she had not cleaned
herself, and the odor of the young girl caught Lucian's attention.
He caught her and she didn't run. She stared at him. A pitiful young creature
with what seemed to be no soul. As he delved into her mind to find out what was
causing her to be this way, he saw faces he recognized... Authurian faces. The
horrors of her life not long before hiding within his home, which was among the
safest around. She had her bathed, clothed and fed, and legally claimed her as
his daughter, naming her Alexandria Marileus, and after a year, she finally came
out of her mute state, with her first word, and called him "Father". From that
moment on Lucian taught her to be refined, educated, and to use her ability to
sneak and withdraw information from people he wanted to know. She was a stunning
young girl, then young woman, whom was able, it seemed to get the information
out of all those he chose her to do so, either by hiding or her sweet demeanor,
with a deadly twist.
He sent her on a mission one evening, though he wasn't far away, watching how
she would react, since she had decided she did not want to marry, and she wanted
to become a Vampire, like he. It was then the tables turned on her... an
Authurian came into the place she was gleaning information from. Her eyes moved
to him and couldn't seem to part. His face, his eyes, she knew them from her
past... And it had crept up on her. Her stares caught the Authurian's attention,
and he used it to his advantage to have his way with her, though he was never
able to find out why she had taken such an interest in him, even as her life
waned away from his feeding upon her.
After he left, Lucian found her near the brink of death and made her the vampire
she wished to be. Again the Authurians had toyed with his daughter, this time
giving him a childe. She spent 100 years learning to use her abilities before
Lucian would send her out farther than his line of sight. And her vengeance
against the Authurians would lead him to send her to find out the information he
was unable to get on them.
Now she is his intelligence hound, sophisticated and refined, but cold and
calculating. She seldom speaks socially, as she only feels the need to speak
with those of importance. It is her silence that one must worry of, because her
brain never stops even in rest, in its plots to attain the revenge she, down to
the core of her undead soul, believes she deserves. 
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