Stella Keegan

[Stella Keegan]

The Basics


Name:Stella Marie Keegan
Nicknames:Stel, Ella
Gender: Female
Date of Birth: December 12, 1898
Age:113, appears 24
Sexuality: Bisexual
Race: Vampire, Pure Blood
Clan: Protettori dei deboli
Appearence: Stella is a bombshell, as she has been told for years. Long cascading blonde hair frames a delicate face. Full pouty lips give to the appearance of innocence. She is small, unassuming. Yet for what she lacks in height, she makes up with curves. Buxom, and curvy, she has the body of a seductress, and uses it in such a fashion. Piercing sea green eyes draw anyone in, demand ones attention. They almost always sparkle with a sense of mischief. She tends to dress with extravagance. Over the years, she has accumulated quite a fortune, and uses it to buy only designer clothing. She is extravagant, in fashion and appearance.

Abilities:Compelling: Stella has the ability to compel someone to do her bidding. She simply has to maintain eye contact to do so. The person is overcome with the urge to do what she asks of them, whether be it that moment, or days down the line. They have no choice but to do so. (This will not be used on another player without their say so.)

Enhanced: As with many vampires, Stella has enhanced senses, and above average strength.

Play-By: Scarlett Johansson

Personality

Personality: Sexy. Sultry. A seductress. Stella has been called all of these. And she is well aware of it. She is a graceful person, especially in the way she acts. She doesn't demand the attention of others, though she does enjoy having eyes on her. But for all her vanity, she is a good person. Stella is fiercely loyal friend, it is not advisable to cross her or anyone she considers an ally. She is a very soft-spoken woman, despite her extravagance.

Stella is a very trusting woman, until you decide to cross her. Then expect the cold shoulder. She doesn't forgive easily. However soft-spoken she is, she doesn't sugarcoat things. Brutal honesty is the only thing that will escape her lips. Don't expect anything less. She is quick tempered, and has a sharp tongue at times. She doesn't tolerate sluggards, as she has worked hard to get to where she is at this point in her life.

Likes: clothes, men, other vampires, parties, honesty
Dislikes: Lazy people, La Morte, Lying

The Past

Family:Annelise Keegan (mother) Anders Keegan (father)
Pets: none
History: Stella Keegan was born in 1898, in Copenhagen, Denmark. Her family was one of wealth, which Stella inherited upon her parents death. She was raised with the morals and values not often instilled in a vampire. Life was sacred to her family. Their household was full of servants that were willing blood donors, and Stella was taught to never kill to feed. Of course, Stella didn't listen to this, and has killed her fair share of innocents in her feedings. Due to the nature of her family, the Keegan's were respected, and feared. It was obvious they were not normal. Despite being raised in a vampire household, Stella's 'childhood' was nothing of great consequence.

When she was nearing her fiftieth birthday, tragedy struck. A larger rival clan of vampires had their eye on the Keegans' land, and stopped at nothing to get it. Her family was massacred brutally, and Stella was the only one who managed to escape. She fled to the only place she saw as safe. America. The country was recovering form a war. Stella blended in, settling into a small town in North Carolina. She learned English quickly, and claimed to be a widow of the war. But being a vampire in a small town was noticeable. She didn't come out during the day, didn't really eat, and had unusual tendencies. Rumors started circulating. Stella took this opportunity to move on. Stella's life until two years ago consisted of the same thing. Moving city to city, hiding, while all the while accumulating a large sum of money. People would willingly give to a woman in need. And she might have compelled a few of them as well.

Stella was in New York at the time of the coming out. She has since opened a night club, Rumors, and it is doing exceptionally well. She has also established herself as a high ranking member of Protettori, not quite its leader, but surely next in line.


OOC NAME: LeAnne!
RP EXPERIANCE: one year
HOW'D YOU FIND US?: the lovely Toni <3
RP EXAMPLE:

(taken from another site)
The feeling was back. Stronger than before this time. She kept jogging, so as not to let them think she had sensed them again. She wondered who would be so interested in her. A slight panic passed through her as she thought of the fact that it might be someone who would want to exact their revenge on her. She was certain there were people who wanted to find out who had made their loved one disappear. It was a part of the business. She pushed the thought aside, realizing how unrealistic that kind of situation would be. She never left enough of a trace for anyone to even seem to suspect that she had anything to do with it. She certainly had a spotless record. She continued jogging, before she took another whiff of the air around her. She picked up on a scent that wasn’t there before.

Heady and masculine. Human, but barely. It was more beast than anything. She had smelled that scent only once before, but she would know it anywhere. Wolf. She looked up at the moon, and saw that it was close to being full. It could be really bad if the were had taken an interest in her. Which she was finding it safe to assume that it had. She wasn’t as affected by the full moon as a true were was, but she knew what it would do to one. The hunt was on for this one, and she got the distinct feeling that she was the target.

She kept jogging, but turned her iPod off. She could her much better without it on. Within moments of her turning it off, she heard the soft thud of someone jumping out of tree as their feet hit the ground. He was close, but far enough to try to not alarm her. She was certain he didn’t know of her ability to hear him. She stiffened slightly, but kept her pace. Then he growled. A low sound, warbled by the human vocal cords that he was most likely using. It was behind her a few yards, but close enough to make her more wary than she was before. Growls generally weren’t good. In her experience at least. She smirked to herself suddenly, realizing that whoever this was was most likely underestimating her. She was small and female. Many men made that same mistake with her, only to find themselves dead. The wolf probably knew she had a gun on her, so the element of surprise was gone. Not that the gun would do her any good anyways.

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