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PLAY BY: Katie McGrath
name: Silvia Annabel Cooper/Sable Emmeline Lunette/Silvia Graves age: 61 (almost 21); but, perpetually appears like a young woman due to vampirism birthdate: November 1st 1954 kingdom of birth: Land Without Color species: vampire occupation: Enchanted Forest: Countess/Story Brook: Pathologist-in-Training affiliation: dark neutral sexual orientation: Heterosexual powers: shapeshifting (bat, wolf [not a werewolf but ordinary wolf], large dog, fog, mist), can turn others into vampires, enhanced strength, enhanced speed, flight (can fly without shifting her form), bewitch victims into a trance like state, muddle memories
height/weight/body: Silvia stands at a respectable five feet and six inches. She's on the slender side. Silvia's posture is properly straight without crossing the threshold into intimidating. Although there is something intense about the way she holds herself.
hair: She was born with sable hair (although this manifested as shades of grey in the land without color). However, under pressure from an abusive mother she dyed her hair a lighter color (translated to blond in other worlds). When she was transformed into a vampire, her dyed hair color became the natural one for her. When she was cursed and reverted to a mortal form in Storybrooke, her hair was sable once more. However, after the curse shattered and she became a vampire once more, the blond hair returned. Although sometime she dyes her hair so it's the same shade she was born with and the color others in Storybrooke recognize as hers. Whether blond or sable, her hair is always wavy. She keeps it long; and, it is well brushed. It was beaten into her (quite literally) that a lady always takes care of her hair. (Although she doesn't worry if it gets tussled throughout the 'day'. It just needs to be gleaming and well placed at the start.)
eyes: Her eyes are a cold, light blue. (However when her more bestial nature asserts itself, for example when she is furious or she's feeding, they shift to a burning gold.) She is the queen of intense stares. Silvia has lived a life of turmoil made evident by the harsh edge to her eyes and the prevalent melancholy that might subside but never entirely disappears. Like her 'husband' count she has suffered and so no matter what pleasures she may derive from the world there is always a certain degree of somberness in those windows to her soul. Still, her grief has never crushed her, not completely, merely gripped her fiercely at moments. Hers is a will that cannot be denied. Her eyes are bold and defiant. When people stare into their mists they are met with both fire and ice, a cold indifference towards themselves (unless they piqued her interest) and a hungry essence, a will to survive anything the world seek to hurt or destroy her. There's always that hint of a promise inside such frighteningly pretty little orbs. This will hurt you more than it hurts me.
distinguishing features: She is unnaturally pale, deathly pale some might say; and, they wouldn't be wrong. Although she was pale in life that was nothing compared to her appearance after her transformation. More notable still are the fangs, the extended canines. They can come off as overly sharp teeth if she doesn't draw attention to them. Then there are the eyes that should always remain blue but sometimes stray to burning gold.
style: In the Land Without Color her style was one of ball gowns and pretty dresses befitting a lady of stature. As a countess her dresses grew more elegant and refined. In Storybrooke, her style would best be described as punk rocker or gothic. There were no dresses. T-shirts and sweatpants or jeans were her world.
They've just always made sense to her. There's an appeal to something always reliable. No matter how people might delude themselves or get confused, one plus one will always equal two. Your world might be falling to pieces; but, you can always count on five to be a prime number, only divisible by one and itself. And the more mathematical principles you know, the more certainties you have. It gives her a sense of power and control over an otherwise chaotic world. She's both very good at and fond of mathematics. She can run through complex calculations quickly and is brilliant at mental math. She's also extremely creative with manipulating formulas for real world applications.
Uncommon for a woman during her time for sure, but, she does have a physician's training. (You would be amazed at what enough money in the right hands will do.) She never actually practiced medicine; but, she has a firm understanding of the human body, its capabilities and limitations. Should the need arise and the proper sentiment stir up in an otherwise cold heart, she could tend to most grave wounds and illnesses. By that same token she knows how to inflict the maximum amount of pain without inducing death. She can easily prolong another's torment for either information or pleasure. (And the two need not be mutually exclusive.)
Silvia possesses a shrewd and clever mind. What she does not know she tends to grasp quickly when the desire bubbles up. She's an avid reader who can digest large amounts of information startlingly fast assuming the interest is there. (She does not have a photographic memory. Her mind only acts as a steel trap for those bits of information that tickle her fancy.
High Pain Threshold:
As someone who was battered a great deal as a small child, Silvia has loathsome experience with coping with pain. Her body can be crying out in agony and still she'll manage to plot and scheme, think beyond the here and now. She might hurt, terribly. She might shriek until her throat is hoarse (and yes even vampires have screaming limits). But she will stun everyone by just how much she can take and still function.
Super Strength & Speed:
Although not quite blessed with the enhanced strength of her husband, she is physically superior by far to anyone with her build. She is stronger than any mortal male by leaps and bounds, being able to lift deadbolts by herself. Silvia can kill a horse with her bare hands. She can move so fast she's invisible to the human eye, making it seem as though she appeared out of nowhere. With a slighter build, she actually has the potential to move faster than her 'husband'; but, he has far more experience with his abilities. Her agility also helps with climbing. She can scale walls effortlessly.
She can shift her form at will to that of a bat, a wolf, a large dog, fog or mist. It is important to note that this wolf is NOT a werewolf. Werewolves are not ordinary wolves. Her wolf is. (It has no supernatural healing or extra large teeth or any other such enhancements. However,there is no crippling aversion to silver either.) In fog or mist form she can pass through tiny cracks and crevices, through a hairbreadth space of a tomb door or coffin. Because of her ability to shift into a bat, wolf, and large dog, she has an affinity with these animals and can to a large extent control them. However, she cannot command them to act against their own survival instincts. Their predators will frighten them to the point her control breaks into nothing. Silvia can shift freely at night (as many times as she likes.) However, she is far weaker during the day. During the day, assuming she's not in a sleep like death, she can alter her form only 3 times, once during dawn, noon, and dusk. (This is one time not one time per animal.) She can be killed more easily in her animal forms. And to heal from injuries by feeding, she must revert to her natural form.
To keep the vampire nature secret, for those she doesn't kill (although mostly she does) she can muddle memories so that they remain ignorant of her mythical existence. She's rather skilled at manipulating memories. She can do more than just leave fuzzy spaces. She can impart complex scenes, a robbery or something more pleasant, say a beautiful woman seducing a male. It would come in handy during the transition stage if she planned on turning anyone. If they realized what was happening, they might struggle against it. But she has never changed anyone into what she is; and, she has no intention of doing so.
Beguile the Senses:
Her beauty enchants, literally. She can bewitch victims into a trance like state with her appearance alone. When she sleeps, this is an automated defense. Anyone that beholds her will be entranced and lost in a state of uncertainty. Only with great force of will may they proceed to harm rather than protect her. Although distractions such as loud sounds that turn heads and break eye contact can do the trick as well. They need to look to be ensnared, at least while she sleeps. While awake the blind can be influenced by a sensual voice. When conscious, although she always appears lovely, to enthrall someone she does have to willingly tap into her power (although the effort is slight being her most intuitive gift).
Although typically skilled at pushing back her rage or caging the beast as she likes to call it, once she's reached the point of no return, watch your back. The flames dancing in her eyes seem much more potent. The ice melts; and, you should very much fear for your life. Stripped of composure, she'll delve into far more violent tendencies, such as hurling objects and roughly gripping throats. It's extremely difficult to reach or otherwise move her in such a state. The sound logic and reason she cherishes, her cold sense of practicality, takes a vacation.
Mother & Step-Father:
Although she's mortal no longer and as such it's extremely unlikely mere humans can harm her, old habits die hard. She is still scared to death of those who both physically and psychologically abused her. She is feared; but, their mere names will always make her stiffen and tense up and at worse moments can make her shiver. Occasionally, paranoia will strike; and, she'll fret that she's being watched by them still. And certain triggers may leave her curled up in a ball and shaking.
Stake to the Heart & Decapitation:
Although these might not sound like weaknesses as these sure methods will keep a human in the grave as well as any vampire, they are the only dependable means to kill her. She's immune to any illness. Old age will never mar her skin, let alone claim her. Stabbing and slicing anywhere but the head will at worst hurt but never mortally wound her. (And typically such actions barely phase her.) The head and heart however are her Achilles' heel. A clean decapitation will put an end to her immortality as will a stake through a heart. (A sword or bullet to the heart simply won't do.)
She is repelled by garlic. The scent is enough to make her nauseous. Fortunately, she does not have an enhanced sense of smell (unless she is in an appropriate animal form). But placing some garlic around the window is a sure way to keep her out unless she is especially bound and determined to claim someone, to the point she's willing to be weakened and feel ill. Also, although she requires only blood for sustenance, she can eat normal food. Anything with garlic in it however, she cannot stomach.
The need to feed is great; and, only blood can quench her thirst. And the picky countess will not settle for anything but human blood. Animals simply don't have that exquisite taste. Of course with continuously preying on humans, the risk of exposure is greater, especially since morally she has no qualms about draining every last drop. Restraint is a matter of calculated risk rather than ethics. And with her unyielding hunger even when it would be more prudent to let someone go, it's difficult to retract her fangs early especially since blood invigorates and fills her with a sense of immense power. Even when she has been ordered by her 'husband' not to drink from someone, the urge to feast is not so easily pushed aside. There is an added weakness to the blood lust. When her thirst is fully sated, she cannot help but sleep like the dead that day, unable to be stirred, entirely ignorant of all that transpires around her.
Slumber in the Soil of Homeland
She cannot heal or regain her strength if she does not rest in the soil of her homeland. Without it she will grow weaker and weaker by each passing day no matter how much she drinks. A lack of this soil is not enough to kill her outright. However, her strength and speed will be sapped until she's less capable than even a mortal. Eventually she'll find the use of any powers impossible, even the most intrinsic enchantment by her beauty.
Symbols of the Christian faith will cause her unspeakable pain. She need not show it by screaming; but, it always hurts, greatly. Rosary beads might not literally burn her fingers; but, a slight brush will make her feel as though the point of contact is consumed by flames. Crosses, holy water, and the Eucharist are powerful deterrents. She cannot set foot in a church for all the religious iconography.
Sunlight will not literally scorch her skin. However, she is significantly weaker during the day even if a sleep like death doesn't claim her. She can actually step outside to complete various tasks; but, the brighter the sun shines, the harder it is on her. And even the most overcast days leave her weary. Her powers are limited. (She can only shift three times during daylight hours.) Also she must be slightly mindful in public during the day as she will never cast a shadow.
As a lady of class it was expected that she learn an instrument. What she didn't expect was just how much she'd come to love it. Playing the piano is one of her greatest joys. Nothing can express her feelings quite like it. Jubilant or somber, the piano listens and responds like no one else can. It is forever her faithful companion.
She never cared for them as a mortal. All they represented to her was oppression. Her mother was adamant that she always look the part of a princess (a feat made more difficult as she must cover bruises and other tokens of mother's and father's 'affection' either with clothes or makeup). But since trapezing the line between living and dead, she has developed a fondness for them. It delights her to stare in the mirror and spy only glass and the rooms' surroundings. It's a pleasant reminder of the pain and suffering she left behind. (Although no she did not quite shed it like her mortal coil.) Unlike some, she relishes being a vampire and the power and choices it brings her. Yes, there's a price; but, there always is.
You don't need wings to soar. And nothing is quite so liberating as the gift of flight. Sometimes she truly feels blessed being Dracula's 'bride'. Not all vampires possess this skill. She does not have to shift to a bat to taste sky. As the wind rushes through her hair, her dress trailing behind her, a sense of exhilaration and even euphoria fills her. Flight does not circumvent her water issues. She can only fly across running water during high or low tide.
The bat is her favored animal form. In part this is because as with her natural form she can fly. Still, her affection for the creatures extends beyond this. She appreciates their echo location abilities. She values their independent nature. Within a few weeks, they're expected to fly and hunt on their own. There is little coddling. Having experienced a less than cushy childhood she feels some slight kinship with them there. Her bat form is physically the weakest of her animal forms; but, it is the one she uses most often. She cherishes the affinity she has with her beloved bats.
She doesn't believe science and magic are mutually exclusive. She exists after all; and, she clearly has powers. But there are still rules she must follow, limitations to impressive abilities. Even before she was turned she viewed the world like a puzzle. She wished to struggle through the mysteries, make sense of a world which could seem so erratic and unreasonable. Science appealed to her sense of logic. Once she was changed one of the first things she did was experiment on herself (not with drugs and the like) to discover her new body's true capabilities. Yes, her curiosity made her push herself. Even now she hasn't given up on it. She reads and keeps up to date. And she has a certain mad scientist's number in Storybrooke, someone she interacted with before in the Land Without Color. Yes, she 'dabbles'.
To keep a mind sharp, one needs fresh reading material. She'll happily devour a number of subjects, although mathematics and science are especially dear to her. The libraries can be personal or of public domain. So long as there is a myriad of respectable books in schools of interest she's in her happy place. She doesn't really care for fictional books; but, she can lose herself for hours in science, math, and history books.
Count Dracula, Her 'Husband':
Count Dracula clever, charismatic, well educated, and a curious man with a heart as dark and twisted as her own. From Silvia's perspective there's not much to dislike although admittedly their coldness can cause issues. But there is an understanding of of a nature shared. Being fiercely independent, willful, and defiant, she can "tease" her husband that he never loves. However, she knows this is not true and that as much as he can he cares for her. Given that her concept of love is rather warped thanks to her upbringing, this is more than enough for her. (She honestly doesn't know if she could handle something more pure.)Rather than revile the darkness, he embraces it, even admires it (minus when it is tormenting him with cruel words). There is an ache and hunger that drives their relationship, a need more than a want. They hurt each in various ways (although never physically); but, they can no longer envision life without the other. Even now in Storybrooke, her mind can't fully grasp the concept that he might be dead and her alone. Despite how harsh the two can be with each other in word and deed there is never-the-less a tenderness, a softer affection expressed.
Need for an Invitation:
Although a weakness, she considers it a nuisance more than anything. Public places she can enter without issue. For private properties on the other hand, an invitation must be extended before she can step inside. However, once granted, the invitation can never be revoked. All she needs is for one person to grant her passage one time. With her enchanting beauty it's typically child's play to hear those magic words. Still, it does slightly irritate her that while normal people (many of whom are idiots) can waltz anywhere they please she must be invited. It does demonstrate a lack of power, a certain degree of dependence which she is not fond of.
Alone she cannot board a ship or even step off one onto a dock. She must be physically carried over by another. She loathes this sort of reliance on other people. And the travel on the ship itself she finds uncomfortable. Crossing water is never easy and agreeable although high and low tides are gentler on the system.
Retracting Fangs Early:
There's a special pleasure derived from draining every last drop of blood. It extends beyond the need to sate an intense thirst. To take a life, to hold someone in your power like that, to make the difference between a continued existence and a soul snuffed out is seductive to Silvia. She admits to being addicted to sucking the life out of others. She can restrain herself when necessary; but, it's a near painful experience. Watching the light fade from someone's eyes as she takes them fiercely grants her a special kind of jubilation. To deny her craving, to pull back from the currency of the soul is crushing. To describe her feelings on the matter with the word dislike is doing her emotions an injustice.
For an independent creature, Silvia actually gets lonely fairly easily. She berates herself for the sentiment, telling herself she should be used to it after all the time locked in the attic. Still, if she's alone too long she'll long for human contact even the disagreeable type. She hates that books and a raw curiosity aren't enough. She still does need some social aspect as much as she doesn't get along with most people.
Separation from her Husband:
There's loneliness; and, then there's prolonged separation from her husband. Dracula understands her better than anyone ever has; and, she connects with him like no one else. They still drink from each other to strengthen that bond. (There is a psychic link when blood is exchanged like that.) She's independent so she wouldn't say she feels incomplete without him. But there is a nagging sense of wrongness. And there is an ache. There is a comfort in someone fully understanding what you are and not only accepting it but appreciating at least certain aspects. There's a special type of loneliness that no one can help with when he's away.
Living in Storybrooke:
There are some perks for sure. The interest is useful. (Although it is also filled to the brim with dribble.) Scientifically speaking, Storybrooke is ahead of the Land Without Magic by leaps and bounds. Still, as far as she knows, her husband isn't in Stroybrooke which is a large strike against it. (Although she's not certain whether or not he's alive.) She has traded her castle for a tiny house. The size itself isn't the issue. The lack of library is depressing. Her husband had one of the best libraries, carefully tended over the centuries. Storybrooke's own library pales in comparison. And this is a small town. It's not so easy to get away with killing. True, originally her estate was located in a small village. But it was at least bigger than Storybrooke. And her husband had strong influence with the gypsies to help smooth things over. (Yes, she's trying to keep the fact she's a vampire secret from other magical creatures.)
Nothing will be handed to you a silver platter unless you're ridiculously lucky. Be bold and chase after what you want, take it by force. Don't expect people to be kind. Don't expect people to help you. She can't stand those who shy away from expressing their wishes or basic personality. Don't be apologetic about what you are. If you don't have confidence in yourself why should anyone else?
icing on the cake .
worst fear: That her 'husband' was killed by Abraham Van Helsing and his cohorts. Yes, their love is a twisted one; but, that is the only sort she's ever known. He's the first person who ever truly bothered to understand her. deepest secret: A part of her is pleased Dracula's sister Daciana was killed as she was never kind to Silvia to put it nicely. deepest desire: She longs to be reunited with her husband even if he has acquired a new bride in her absence. She also wishes to see her other sister Tsura who she was much closer with. (Although she has a warped sense of family and love, she does believe they are as close as blood sisters should be.) special skills: luring people to their doom, elaborate memory meddling
overall personality .
Willful and fiercely independent, Silvia is the sort of person who values self sufficiency. She doesn't blame others like her grandfather for not helping her. If it's your problem, it's something you handle or don't. You can't expect others to save you. Good or ill, carve your own path. Sometimes there's little you can do. Accept what you must, control and change what you can.
Since she was given so little assistance, she's not the sort who feels she is obligated to help pretty much anyone. She's not selfish; but, she's hardly what you'd call overflowing with empathy either. Despite great ambitions to learn and grow, there's an ice to her. She's fairly convinced there's a black hole where her heart used to be. (This has little to do with her transformation. She already reached that point before.) This doesn't mean there aren't intense emotions. There are; and, they do fuel her, her deep passions. But she is also ruled by logic and reason. (And no the two aren't mutually exclusive. For example her passion for science is in part because of the grounding reason it offers.)
Silvia does acknowledge that she's warped and twisted. That in and of itself doesn't bother her. For her, that's simply a state of being. Why should she feel guilty about the joy she derives from draining another dry, the sense of power it fills her with? And maybe she has a bit too much fun with her games, going so far as to torture those that have displeased her. But then who gets to judge? In the end, isn't it always the strongest or those with some other advantage that take what they want?
She feels her true life began with her mortal death. Only when she rose as a vampire was she given true choice. And the freedoms her husband provided her with were far greater than any she'd experienced before. Still although she is pleased with what she is, enjoying her state of being, there is a deep seeded melancholy that can overwhelm her at times. The horrors of her childhood aren't so easily shaken. And although a part of her was pleased with the death of her husband's sister Daciana, there still is pain and sadness for losing her fellow sister even if they weren't especially close. There was some understanding even if Silvia was distinct from her.
family ties .
residence: Storybrooke, Maine in a small house with her father/half-brother Shade children: N/A partner: Count Dracula (considered a husband even though they were not ever wed in a legal or religious sense) mother: Belladonna Cooper, 42, Small magic witch, Mother father: Shade Graves, 30, (although appears 18 because of Neverland and a dark curse) -Step-Father: Richard Meremoth, 42 siblings: -Shade Graves, 30, werejackal, half-brother -Mara Meremoth, 10, werejackal, step-sister other important relatives: -Maurice Cooper, 60, human, grandfather
Before the concept of barbie dolls (at least in the Land Without Color) Silvia was born to be one. Given that her father was an 11 year-old at the time of her birth (and her brother besides) and was entirely ignorant of her existence, he did not factor into her upbringing. She herself would be raised clueless of who he was. All she knew was that she lived to be her mother's plaything, a possession. There were very specific ways her mother wished for her to behave. And if Silvia acted against these desires she was severely punished.
To say she lived a fairly sheltered life would be an understatement. In order to keep her brother in the dark about her existence, she was mostly locked in the attic, Mother's secret toy. However, since their family was not poor, Silvia had access to luxuries such as books which she hungrily devoured with her curious mind. She discovered a passion for mathematics and science early. In many ways, they were her salvation, a source of joy in an otherwise soulless hell hole. However, in other respects, they were her ball and chain. To get more books or to take classes she did need to put up with a great deal of Mother's games. Possessing a willful and defiant nature, it killed her to always have to bend to the shallow and cruel woman. Still, the alternative was worse.
Her interest in science lead to a desire to study medicine. She didn't expect that she could ever be a practicing doctor. The thought did sadden her slightly, that the world was run by idiots who wouldn't tolerate clever women extending a hand to the realm of medicine. However, saving people had never been the goal. (Why should she bother? Had even her kind grandfather truly lifted a finger to help her?) She was just curious about the human body, its capabilities and limitations. She wanted to unravel its many mysteries, fully understand how it worked. And for that, she didn't need a private practice just a teacher, or rather several.
Life took a turn for the worse when her mother married a man by the name of Richard Meremoth. Then one controlling tormentor became two. And this man was physically abusive. Jealous of yet another woman who had a child outside of him, he was never inclined to give Silvia the benefit of the doubt. And he was overly fond of venting any frustration caused by her mother out on her. In public, he behaved like a perfect gentleman, doting on his step-daughter which he would refer to as his daughter. Even if speaking out against him wouldn't immediately cease her science studies, she was confident no one would believe her word over his anyways.
She was let out more when her brother and step-sister suddenly disappeared. (As with her brother, her step-sister had also been kept ignorant of her existence). Even with a bit more room to breathe, she was a prisoner still, Mother's doll and Richard's stress ball and psychology experiment. (Richard was seeped in sadism and very much enjoyed preying on people's fears to induce trauma.)
The safest course of escape would seem to be marriage. When she was old enough her care could be transferred to another. Although she didn't much like viewing herself as property, she acknowledged it was the way her family saw her. And people could use whatever terminology they bloody well pleased so long as it meant her life could grow even slightly less hellish.
While Silvia was looking for suitable marriage prospects (someone who would fund her studies without treating her completely abhorrently), a man by the name of Viktor Frankenstein caught her interest, scientifically speaking.
Unbeknownst to Silvia, her brother would later become Dr. Frankenstein's assistant. Her quest for knowledge brought her to his lab numerous times, to question his articles and learn from the brilliant man. She was contemplating suggesting marriage to him. He was from a noble family, had money. And he was one of the rare few that would encourage her scientific endeavors. However, fate had other plans for her. Silvia had caught the eye of a 'man' calling himself Count Dracula.
She began suffering from severe anemia, sleep walking, and chronic blood loss. Only she knew it was more than that. There were muddled memories of a lonely man that came to her, whispered to her, kissed her. She told no one of the man. Who was there to tell? And who would believe her besides? She'd be labeled a sick woman with strange dreams. The sick category was enough of a nuisance. (Although it wasn't as though someone in her position had the luxury of friends.)
Even as her body grew weaker, she grew more curious about the man who paid her nightly visits. As they spoke over many nights, the memories became less muddled as though it were no longer so important to keep her ignorant and confused. He never told her specifics, not about what he was or what he was doing to her. But they'd speak of their interests, things they cared about, things they hated. She was surprised at just how much they got along, how much he seemed to grasp her loneliness and her darker heart.
One night she finally asked him. “Are you going to kill me?” “Yes.” “Why?” “To make you my bride.”
She tried to ask him what that meant; but, all he told her was that soon she'd understand.
“You long for release. I'll give it to you.”
Silvia mauled over his words but could make little sense of them. There were myths of course of vampires. But she'd never given them any credence. And here was a man who drank from her, drained her blood and spoke of death and bride in the same breath.
The last night of his visit, he bit his wrist and asked Silvia to drink from him. Again she tried to question what he meant. His words remained cryptic. But in the end she did drink from him willingly which distinguished her from any who came before who had all been forced fed. She didn't think he planned on simply murdering her. And the way she saw it, anything had to be better than remaining with her mother and step-father. It was less a matter of trust and more it actually seemed the best out of bad options.
He did kill her, just as promised. She died not long after from blood loss. But by the time of death the bite marks on her neck (the ones she'd been compelled to hide) were healed; and, her canines were elongated. Despite being deceased, color rose in her cheeks, making her appear rosier and lovelier than ever.
She was buried; but, she didn't remain so for long. When she rose again the night after her funeral, her husband came to bring her to her new home.
When the dark curse struck, for Silvia it was more of a blessing than a curse. She was moments away from death. Her sister Daciana had already fallen, stake having been hammered into her heart, her head having been detached from her body and filled with garlic. Van Helsing took no chances with them. Even in a sleep like death being connected to her sisters having been turned by the same ma, she felt Daciana's demise. The hammer was raised to strike the stake into her heart when she was pulled to another world.
She forgot her life as Silvia, bride of Dracula, most defiant family member yet the one who had willingly accepted his gift, drunk from him, and so was granted special status, the right to begin. She believed herself to be Sable, twin of Sammy (her brother who physically resembled her in age given his time in Neverland). The two of them however were adopted into separate families, him donning the name Sammy Graves, and her Sable Lunette.
Her adoptive parents were sweet and loving but often busy as at work. She was adopted because they could not have children of their own. So when they were gone, it was just her at home, which could leave her very lonely. Although sometimes it was a relief to get some distance from their pressuring influence. They loved her with all their hearts and so only wanted what was best for her. They wanted to make sure she had a bright future. She understood that. But she thought she still had plenty of time to figure out what she wanted to do with the rest of her life. Still, the closer she got to high school graduation, the more they pressured her to pick a future job. Finally, feeling pushed into a corner, she decided to become a pathologist. When they were horrified at her choice and outright told her no she stabbed each parent approximately 40 times. “I suppose I'll never be good enough for you,” she'd told their corpses coldly.
She'd done her best to dispose of the corpses, cutting them up into pieces to place in small boxes she could non-suspiciously carry to the forest to bury. But it's difficult to get away with murder in a small town. The bodies were found thanks to an annoying dog belonging to an even more irritating and presumptuous therapist. Their deaths were connected to her. She took a plea bargain as she was confident a trial would find her guilty; and, here she at least got the chance of parole.
Some time during the curse she actually was released for good behavior. (Although she would miss her chats with Grumpy who was a frequent companion, typically placed in the cell next to hers.)
When the cursed cracked, she moved in with her newfound brother, Sammy in order to save money for further education for their fields of choice. The curse shattered; and, Silvia's memories came flooding back. Her body also reverted to its vampiric form. Her relationship with Sammy now Shade became slightly strained. Still positive curse memories and lack of funds kept them together. And as a vampire trying to keep her nature secret, she could use at least one ally.
Shade would have Viktor Frankenstein test Silvia which would lead to a startling discovery for both of them, which neither of them cared to think about. Instead they continued to treat each other as twins, not being able to handle anything more. Besides, Silvia had bigger concerns, like figuring out if the husband who cared for her and whom she cared for in their own twisted way was still alive or if Van Helsing had already gotten to him too.
Post by ALICE KINGSLEY on Aug 29, 2016 0:36:25 GMT
Congratulations! Welcome to Mirror, Mirror!
Now that you're accepted, you can start causing trouble for your characters & plotting & shipping! To help you get started you can check out our brainstorming board, where you'll find wanted ads & plot pages! You also might find our timeline & thread tracker to be helpful in finding open threads & seeing where they fall in time. If you're trying to figure out who plays who you can take a peek at the cast of characters.
to help you get started head over to the starter kit and you can see all of the different suggestions and important links on how to get plotting here at MM!
We've also got fun tumblr & twitter pages you can follow with character updates, ships, fandom following, writing & role-play blog posts.
Once again, welcome and happy plotting!
Aug 27, 2016 22:54:16 GMT
Sorry I disappeared for a while! Anastasia is officially done and I am back, had some IRL mishaps but hope to write with all of you guys soon <3.
Aug 20, 2016 21:00:20 GMT
Apologies to all members, for once again going off the grid. The admins here are still very much invested in keeping this site alive, but sometimes our real lives serve as speed bumps on the road toward that goal. Thank you all for being patient with us.
Jul 26, 2016 15:52:20 GMT
...is this even happening?
Jul 2, 2016 19:56:24 GMT
I'm so excited to see this alive! Hoping my app will be reviewed and, fingers crossed, accepted now! ( Though it has been archived. )
Jun 18, 2016 16:15:05 GMT
Hey guys Ariel here, Thursday night a bad storm knocked my power out and as I Saturday, today, I still don't have any!! I'm not ignoring the site, I just don't have a computer to use yet. As soon as I get power, I will be back!
Jun 17, 2016 19:39:26 GMT
Apologies to all for being so MIA, had a lot going on work wise and with real life this month, the biggest being having my wisdom teeth removed earlier this week. BUT I AM BACK <3
Jun 14, 2016 18:03:21 GMT
All done with my app Lovelies <3
Jun 7, 2016 1:46:17 GMT
hey guys! we're slowly but surely still working on updates. thanks for your patience! we love you!
Jun 2, 2016 1:36:18 GMT
Open thread to anyone that would show up at the snow's residence here
May 19, 2016 20:14:35 GMT
Just a note to all members: Snow will be out of town from Tomorrow morning until Monday afternoon. If anyone has any questions, or needs any help during that time, please direct your concerns to myself and the other staff members! Thank you <3
May 16, 2016 23:23:41 GMT
If you are ready and want to begin writing - the RP boards are open!
May 16, 2016 20:05:07 GMT
Today is Monday guys!!! Please remember it is the last day to reclaim any characters that you are planning on keeping!! Thank you all <3
May 13, 2016 14:35:07 GMT
as you guys are retooling your apps - know that we are canon seasons 1-3, and everything after that can be up to you. you can stick to canon, or go off script - but remember to work with the folks who have connections to your characters! <3
May 13, 2016 13:45:26 GMT
all apps have been archived. please repost the apps of characters you are keeping. pm me with any questions. <3
May 13, 2016 13:16:38 GMT
I just wanna say how very excited I am to see so many of you guys staying and sticking with us <3
May 13, 2016 12:39:46 GMT
don't worry - your plot pages are not deleted, they have been archived, and you will be able to access them once the RP boards are opened back up. I promise nothing has been removed completely - you will have access to all of your posts and plot pages. <3
May 12, 2016 20:37:28 GMT
Hey everybody, I am the admin formerly known as Belle, just so you all know <3
May 12, 2016 20:08:51 GMT
you guys can reply at this link, to let us know which characters & accounts you're keeping! <3
May 12, 2016 18:26:29 GMT
Is there a place to say "yes, I want to keep my character?
May 8, 2016 3:42:44 GMT
don't panic - the rp boards are hidden to staff only for now, as we move everything to the archives and work to restart the game. you will not loose any old work, but we will be wiping the slate clean.