Moshie, at a glance.
Her Ladyship the Baroness Moshie Hespania Del'Amrgo Blackthorne
Ambassador to France and Baroness of Australia
RaF, RWoR, 3-6 M, WoL
Weeping Rose Castle, Moshie's Aussie Ranch
Australia, RhyDin, sometimes England and France
Cellular Phone: (RaF) 555-AUSS
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They then began a three year journey towards Greece. The war party, still riled up after ten years of war, looted and plundered all along the coast between Troy and their home. It was very hard on the sisters. A little over a year into their ordeal, Calyxena was serving soup to the soldier in charge of her when she tripped, falling into his lap and spilling it on him. He yelled out, burning, and in anger took out his dagger and slipped it between her ribs. He pushed her dying body from his lap and stalked off. Keri, nearby, ran to her aid, holding her as she died. Moshie, on the other side of the camp, could only watch in horror, unable to go help, having to stay and serve herself. There she vowed to herself to escape, and although it meant instant death, so, it seemed, did staying where she was at.
It took her two more years to get her chance, but she took it and made it up into the woods, further into the mainland, away from any pursuits. She scrounged around, not knowing what to do really, other than survive. One night, while sleeping under a tree, she was attacked by two vampire men, and drained to near death. As she lay there, weak and dying, one wished to go off and leave her there. The other was afraid because there was a village nearby, and he knew that when the vilagers found a body, perhaps of one of their own, they would come looking and hunt them down and their secret guise of living as mortals would be revealed. So he took her and gave her his blood, embracing her into the vampire world. They disappeared and she never saw her sire again. She was 21.
Then began a hellish time for her. She died as his blood took affect, suffocating to death in a horrible manner. When she awoke, changed, she had no one to teach her but trial and error and thousands of mistakes. She wandered all over Europe, in almost a daze as she "grew up." If you ask about this time in her life, she can't remeber enough to tell you and doesn't care to try. It is like when many young vampires go into Topor, or a coma where they stay until they are ready to face what they have become. Only Moshie was active, having to learn the hard way what others are taught. She eventually became sure of herself, and as she watched people she wasn't associated with die of old age and diease and misery, she began to appreciate what she was.
One evening, while somewhere in the Black Forest of Germany, she stepped through something that hurled her into an unknown dimension. It took her a while, and a mirror to figure it out, but she had somehow wound up in the body of her sister Keri.
Keri was immortal, made so around the age of 23. She had made it to Athens, Greece alive and had been bought off the ship by a wealthy merchant. He in turn gave her to the temple of Athena, as a slave, on a major festival day to show how generous he was. She served there for three years before being freed and made a lower priestess. In two years time, Athena had taken a liking to her and told, in omens, that she wanted her made the high priestess. In a dream, she met the goddess and was made immortal. Later still, Athena came to her when she was alone and took her away to travel the earth, seeing places such as Egypt and visting with other gods and goddesses. Eventually the two wound up in the land known as RhyDin.
Keri had lived there for a while, had three children and gotten engaged, but her life seemed somehow empty, even more so when her fianceé disappeared. Somewhere in that time of extreme depression Moshie appeared, in her sister's body, living a dual existence with her. Neither could figure out why they had somehow been thrown back together, or why they shared a body. But slowly Moshie began to explore mare and more of RhyDin, liking it more and more, finding herself opening up and meeting people, vampires, liked herself. Keri, unable to cope with the loss of her finacee and her shame at having cheated on him one night, she gave her childern to Athena's care and killed herself. As Keri slowly died, Moshie was allowed to take over her place in RhyDin, slowly slipping into it until she was complete and in her own form once again, but at the cost of her sister's life. She had trouble dealing with the guilt and the loss, and the regret at having only shared her sister's body, but not being able to see her from outside, to talk to her and be with her one last time.
Moshie is very playful and, well, a nymphomaniac. That falls in with her Malkavian obsession with them, thus isolating her even further from other women. She is married, but continues her lifestyle as is necessary to keep her fragile grip on sanity. However, don't be mistaken into thinking that she does not care for her husband; she loves him more than anyone else in the world. But many people find his and her's marriage situation strange, if not unbelievable. But Moshie knows who she is, and who she loves, so that is all that matters to her, not someone else's approval.
Her allergies include Elven blood, drow blood, any half breeds in between and elven wynes. She can be anywhere from irrational and suicidal to deathly sick upon having any of the above mentioned.
Moshie is very playful, but can have her feelings easily hurt or be easily provoked into anger, though she rarely gets angry without a presence directly there prodding her into it. She usually apologizes first when her anger cools, which is almost always quickly... at most overnight. She loves to love on everyone, hugs and kisses on the cheek, and when she does that it doesn't necessarily mean she is being flirty.
Her other personalities that are beginning to develop include one that feels very proper, a lady, as well as one that likes to be dominated as a slave. Her most common, and oldest personality is one that is crazy and silly, though she can quickly turn to seriousness if the necessity arises. This often blows people's minds at how fast she can change, but Moshie takes seriouness... well... seriously. When something needs to be done, she will do it, and when a situation grows intense, she is there, ready to help whoever many need it or fight if necessary. She prefers not to fight other than under friendly terms, and cannot be provoked in to a DM because she values her life too much.
Her favorite weapons include a Remington 180 rifle, a "Saturday Night Special" hand pistol, a knife at her belt and a smaller dagger in her right boot top. She sometimes also carries a whip. Do not be surprised if she suddenly conjurs something up, from turtles that she juggles to drinks to her rifle. She is an accomplished necromancer and shape shifter. Other vampires frown at this, some even mumbling that it is impossible, but who can argue with the individual talents passed down by a sire or magic learned from friends along the way? Moshie just laughs at them and goes on, doing her crazy Malkavian things. Do be careful, though. Some of her magic goes into tricking the individual's mind into believing they saw her do something. Her common visual affects tricks include reaching into her chest and pulling out her own heart or having her head fall off and roll away. Moshie has to be in a sinisterly wicked mood to do that. It is a rare trick indeed.
Warning to all you men who feel her fangs, Moshie has a lovely hormone toxin in her saliva that induces a burning desire and deep passion as she drinks from them. The affects of the toxins can last up to 3 hours afterwards, depending on how she felt when she administered them. The more lusty she feels, or the longer she has gone without feeding, the stronger they are. The toxins have a tendency to go away immediately after the man... ::coughs:: ...fulfills his need. So either suffer or give in and get them over with, though most men don't complain.
