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[AURELIA KANST]

AURELIA ZINA KANST


" Somebody get me through this nightmare, I can't control myself. "

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underneath the crushing weight of the world
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NAME: Aurelia Zina Kanst
RACE: Vampire
AGE: Two hundred and fifty years; looks to be twenty-eight.
GENDER: Female
SEXUALITY: Bisexual; prefers males.
BIRTHDAY: October twenty-eighth, 1760.
ASSOCIATION: Aranai
TITLE: Vampire Rouge
OCCUPATION: Assassin
PLAY-BY: Olivia Wilde

play the part that you've been dealt by the herd
MOUTH AND NOSE BENEATH THE SURFACE

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EYES: Hazel-blue.
HAIR: To the tops of her breasts; dark brunette; naturally wavy; slightly layered.
WEIGHT: 123 pounds.
HEIGHT: 5' 7½"
APPEARANCE:

NORMAL CLOTHING; Usually, Aurelia wears items less on the super expensive side, and keeps to simplicities like jeans and tee shirts. When she does get dressed up, however, she goes all out- designer dresses, heels to match along with the jewelery. Depending on what she expects to be doing, her footwear ranges between high heeled boots to converse (although her toe knives are only in her high heeled boots). Her jeans are usually tight, sporting a hole here or there, but nothing too major. When she feels like wearing something aside from jeans, she isn't much of a shorts person, though will throw on a pair if she feels like it. Usually she picks cargo pants above shorts, however. Tee shirts go from baggy to tight to cropped above her stomach. Band tee shirts, sayings, whatever. As long as it's nothing something name brand that most over wear regularly, she'll wear it. Tank tops are usually only worn when she's home or working, unless she gets an urge to wear one otherwise.

TATTOOS & PIERCINGS; On the back of her neck is the tattoo to her Coven. Despite her inactivity involved with them, she still wears their mark. Behind her right ear is a black widow, meaning to be a warning against a temptation or habit. On the top of her right foot, a flock of seven ravens are seen to be flying, each one representing those of her family; her parents, her brother, her husband, and her three children. She's used the raven as her memories host because of the meaning behind them; a harbinger of misfortune, disease, war, and death, and to anyone else who doesn't know her, it'd just be a tattoo of ravens. Lastly she has both her nipples and ears pierced, the nipples being a result of drinking too much.

ACCESSORIES; Besides the barbels in her nipples, and the spiral wooden earrings in her earlobes, Aurel doesn't wear much. A few rings, a bracelet here and there, but nothing that has any actual meaning to her. Around her neck is a choker with a key attached to the string, resting just underneath the base of her throat. The key is to a safe that holds her wedding ring- something she wishes she could bare to wear, but at the same time, she doesn't want it getting looted or broken. The only times she wears it are when she's in a mope, and her head gets wrapped in the fact that she still loves Ben.

WEAPONRY:

Considering Aurelia is more of a close ranged fighter, she doesn't have a lot of long raged weapons. Her throwing knives are her only weapons that she can use from afar, her others being all melee. She keeps them at her left hip, attached to a belt. If she needs to hide them, she straps them to her left thigh instead. Even though she has them, she'd rather not use her throwing knives; they're too messy and as soon as they leave her fingers, there wasn't always a guarantee to hit her target. For melee weapons, Aurelia's specialty is her toe knifes, a blade that kicks out from the toes of her boots, and her spiked brass knuckles. She uses them the most out of her weapons because they're easy to handle, and she doesn't have to worry about the weapons constricting her movements. The custom katana Aurelia uses, something she's named Shi (Japanese for death), is only pulled out from its keepsake is when she needs it. It rests on her back, handle hanging over her right shoulder in the holster. It was custom crafted with Hawthorne within the blade.

EQUIPMENT:

Aurelia only carries a pack of smokes, a zippo, and a cell phone on her when she's 'working'. Otherwise, she has a lot of regular things; cigarettes, zippo, cell phone, car and house keys.

ABILITY:

N/A

if ever brave enough to stand in their way
OUT OF SIGHT AND OUT OF MIND, WE REMAIN

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PERSONALITY

Since her transformation into a vampire, Aurelia's had a drastic change of personality. She used to be a caring woman who put everyone before herself. She was loving, and sensitive, sympathizing and comforting on a regular basis. There was usually always a smile on her face, a twinkle in her eye, because she was so happy. Her husband and children had brought out the best side in Aurelia, but as soon as they were gone, torn from her unfairly, all of that love and happiness disappeared, leaving nothing but an empty hole with many, many scars. It's really burned a hole in her heart.

She displays no real emotions towards anyone, Benjamin being the only acceptation. Aurelia likes to think she's incapable of feeling positive and negative emotions anymore aside from wrath, but that's not the case at all. She's really just given up on everything; on herself, on humanity, on her husband. The only way she can properly do so is if she detaches herself from everything, including emotions. Most times she's throwing on a sarcastic front with snarky smiles and bittersweet insults, but like most others, it's a cover. A cover for the pain that's been boiling underneath her skin since the day she was reborn. She refuses to let anyone know of such feelings, however, keeping them on tight lock down and shoving anyone away if they get too close for comfort.

Having quite the shot fuse, it's not best to try and play with fire around Aurelia, because she'll fight back. Her lack of caring abilities about what happens to humans or other vampires, in her coven or not, makes it easier for her to take what she wants without consequence. The only thing that would ever stop her in her tracks is either a human child, or Benjamin. Though, nine times out of time, after she got over the fact that Ben was in front of her, she'd come off even stronger with more determination. She couldn't care less about what happens when engaging in a fight, and tends to let blood spill before she's fully learned about the situation. It's gotten her into a lot of tough jams before, but obviously, she doesn't lose much sleep over it.

Aurelia comes off as heartless and passive towards everything. She couldn't care less. And in most cases, she couldn't. It was actually rather impossible for her to care any less than she already did. Besides her lack of care, Aurelia couldn't care less about your opinion on her. She says what she wants, does what she wants, when she wants. The only person who would ever get any kind of acceptation with this would be her coven leader. Even then, she's edgy and doesn't like doing what's expected of her. She's a really bittersweet kind of person, with an extremely foul mouth. Aurel curses like it's nothing- and to her, it really is nothing.

Lastly, she's an extremely sexual person. Taking blood for her is usually done in an act of lust, and she's not afraid to swing her hips a bit to get what she wants. Aurelia enjoys the occasional party, just to let loose and find herself someone to take her frustrations out on, but it's not a regular thing.

and you start to paint a picture
OF A WORLD JUST OUT OF VIEW

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MOTHER: Cecylia Zielinski, 81, deceased
FATHER: Dominik Zielinski, 37, deceased
SIBLINGS: Fryderyk Zielinski, 74, deceased
OTHER: Benjamin Kanst, husband, 30 (252)
Alicja Kanst, daughter, 12, deceased
Daniel Kanst, son, 12, deceased
Roland Kanst, son, 8, deceased
PLACE OF BIRTH: Known as current day Poland
RESIDENCE: Aurelia owns a rather large house on the outskirts of the city, hidden by a lot of forestry. It's worth quite a bit, matching her extremely expensive taste in furniture, decoration, and architecture.
HISTORY:

(Continuation from the first half of Benjamin Kanst's history.)

The night her family was literally torn into several pieces, Aurelia should've died. Between the torture and the over all supposed final blow, she should've met a fate like her children had and died. Her heart slowed dramatically, and because of her blood loss, she was practically on the brink of death. If she had been hit a few more times, or if her open wounds hadn't clotted as fast as they had, Aurel wouldn't be where she is today.

Not even an hour after Benjamin had been carted off, the flames had nearly engulfed everything. It was a miracle that Aurelia's body, along with their their three children, remained untouched from the flames but the few embers that drifted and burst off the burning wood and materials. A member of the Aranai clan had been snooping around upon smelling the Valen clan discovered her unconscious body, barely holding on to life. He bit her over her heart without second thoughts, knowing he could use the scene he'd tumbled upon to his advantage. And much like he expected, upon the site of her dead children, Aurelia lost all humanity she once held. The caring mother and wife she had been while she were human was long gone, replaced by an indescribable rage and agony. The only reason why she hadn't killed the vampire who had turned her, who she soon learned to be named Ivan, was because she wasn't strong enough. He overpowered her quickly and gave her a choice; she could either agree to calm down and he'd give her a second chance to avenge her family - of course he was lying, having no deal idea if it was a vampire's act of slaughter or not -, or he could just kill her before she was even given the chance.

After a struggle, he pulled her from the blaze and carried her back to his horse. He wasn't gentle with positioning her in front of him, and neither was the ride to his cabin, causing her nausea and pain throughout the entire ride. There was a lot of crying, too. Her anger and pain couldn't get out any other way, being too sore and too weak to do much of anything but hope this strange... thing didn't let her fall. After arriving, he took her inside and cared for her. Not in a nice, genuine way, no. She was constantly locked up, Ivan a little weary on her getting to her full potential sooner than expected and ripping his head off. He gave her animals to feed off of, not wanting to change leaving long enough to fetch her an actual human to feast on. It kept her hungry, willing to cooperate with his over all plan of her resurrection. Eventually, his plan to take out the Valen clan had gotten so wrapped in Aurelia's head that that's all she could think about. Especially since she was under the impression that Benjamin had been killed, also.

A month passed of not seeing anything besides the walls of Ivan's cabin, the same routine playing over and over again. He said it was for her survival, to keep her strength up, but Aurelia's patience were wearing thin. She was sick and tired of being his caged angry animal, and she needed release. To be allowed to go hunt her own meal would be enough to get her frustrations out, her blood pumping. But he wouldn't allow that. Not even if he went with her. Instead, he refused, and insisted that she listen to him. That he knew what he was doing, and she'd soon get the revenge she so deeply seeked to grasp. Eventually, it was too much to bare. Aurelia couldn't wait anymore, and he gave her the perfect opportunity to free herself the night he consumed almost three bottles of vodka. Russian vodka, no less. He got it in his head that she was too pretty to waste away attached to the panel of his house with nothing to do but eat when she was given something to sink her fangs into. He made a sexual advance, and Aurelia completely lost it.

It wasn't until she had literally torn his head from his neck that she witnessed the monster that the death of her family had caused to erupt. Even to this day, she doesn't regret doing what she did, however. Amelia left after packing a sack full of items she thought she might need and ventured out on her own, seeking any kind of hospitality to get her by, using her curves to lure in meal tickets to survive. This continued on for a while, slowly working her way to a port. Amelia didn't care where she'd go, she just needed out of the Country. It was too much pressure, being on the same land that held the blood of her family, as well as herself. It hurt too much to stay there any longer than she needed. The ship she stowed away on went to Japan, and thats exactly where Amelia spent most of her undead life.

The war was hard, especially considering it was more than obvious that Amelia wasn't of Japanese ethnic background. Anyone who came near her was slaughtered, however, killed without a second thought. She had come to realize that it was dog eat dog, and Amelia would be dammed if she let herself fall underneath the footsteps of someone else ever again. It was that kind of determination that made her learn the native language of the land, to become more involved with its culture and people. It took a long time for people to come to accept her, but Aurelia put the importance of grasping the demon inside of her ahead of her hate towards every living thing surrounding her.

It took several decades for Aurelia to find someone willing to train her. She had to travel frequently, to kill any suspicion about her lack of aging. It was more of a pain in the ass than anything, having to restart her search for someone who knew of their race and was willing to help her understand, to try and control her rage. Her sensei, so to speak, was named Jun. He was apart of her clan, surprisingly enough, and was more than willing to help her understand herself. The training was hard, most of it at first being psychological. He wanted her to remember very vividly as to why she was on this path in life, why she was so full of hatred. Aurelia was forced over and over agian to relive the death of her children, the torture the went through, the looks on Ben's face, the sound of his pleas. There were times when Aurelia had to walk away before she broke down, to try and walk it off, but it always came back. Especially when she was alone.

Over time, she started to progress. Her emotions started to slip the longer she was breathing, and it was starting to become bearable for her to handle all of this. Eventually, she was stepping up from training her mind, to training herself. Physically. Jun was old on the inside, though his body was permanently stuck in an a thirty-three year olds appearance. There were many days in which Aurel didn't make any progress, barely saving herself from passing out due to blood loss and exhaustion. Every morning, she was left in her room to heal and regenerate, left to her thoughts in an attempt for her to discover her inner center. When he wasn't training her, he was teaching her more about his culture, the origins of places, the traditions he cherished. These were things Aurelia soon learned to appreciate, and respect. The cultural aspect of his teachings helped her in her physical training, which had been Jun's first intention all along.

Her break through was amazing, to Aurelia, anyway. And as soon as she was able to get over that stepping stone, everything else started coming more swiftly. Her movements, enhanced in stealth and agility due to her vampirism, soon became just as elegant as Jun's, her movements swift. Eventually, Aurel couldn't learn anything else from him. She had taken everything he had to offer and had over come it, mastered it. Her weapons skills were just as strong as her hand to hand, and she knew all there possibly was known about the vampire race thanks to his guiding hand. Despite her success, however, Aurelia was far from understanding the rage that was still inside of herself. That was a demon Jun couldn't help her master and understand, that being a journey for herself.

Aurelia started to take on assassinations as her main employment, needing the money. It started out simple at first, killing a few worthless thugs that were better off dead anyway. The pay increased the more she killed, and the more importance of her kills. It wasn't long before Aurelia had completely unattached herself to her emotions, and she was just killing for the sake of her greed. She had had no desire to move anywhere, rather enjoying Tokyo's busy atmosphere and the rush of the large city, at least. Not until she was asked to do a job outside the Country, one in America. The answer had been no directly, at first, until her employer started giving her details. Benjamin Kanst was wanted dead. The first name didn't mean anything to Aurelia at first, but the last name instantly drove her insides mad. It didn't take long after that to translate between the name she knew Ben as before her death to Benjamin. Instantly her blood started to boil, and she slaughtered everyone in sight. Including Jun.

She fled from Japan faster than she thought was possible, her mind set on a die hard mission. Benjamin was alive. Her husband. Someone she had thought was dead for so long. There was a small peg of hope in her, that he had been turned into a vampire after she had been presumed to be dead, but that didn't mean he had to run. To hide away from her unknowingly. Somehow, Aurelia had gotten it stuck in her head that it was Ben's fault as to why she was currently what she was- a hideous monster off its leash. And she wanted to put an end to the pressure resting on her shoulders. To put an end to Benjamin Kanst and finally lay down to rest in peace.

bring it with you as you dream
MAYBE YOU CAN WAKE UP TOO

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EXPLAIN YOURSELF: Layout's badass, y'know. That and Jimi's too awesome to say no to join. I fell in love with Aurelia the second I saw that she hated Benjamin; weird, I know, but whatever. And Olivia Wilde is a BAMF. 'Nough said.
MEMBER TITLE: Assassin Rouge
EXAMPLE:

The nightmares were getting worse. It was growing more and more obvious every time she woke up in the middle of the night, her entire body aching, forehead laced with sweat from her mind struggle. Usually, sleeping beside someone kept her nightmares at bay; slowed them down so that she could at least get six hours of peaceful sleep without something going wrong behind her eyelids. But Darrien wasn't cutting it as much anymore. The feel of his warmth was starting to weaken against her subconscious, and it left her in a sleep deprived fit of frustration. It pissed her off that her method was starting to slip, but there was little she could do. Sometimes, if she was tired enough before passing out, she'd sleep soundlessly without any dreams at all. But reaching that level of tiredness was hard to achieve when you were expected to make appearances every day.

It was at least three in the morning, the sun having long gone down. Max's hands stuffed deeper into her hoodie pockets, having thrown it on when she pushed herself out of bed. The zipper remained opened, letting the cool breeze wash off the water against her bare stomach. Her body was over heated from the nightmare, one of the reasons why she had ventured out by herself. A smoke was clenched between her lips, the end lit and slowly burning as she inhaled. It wasn't until her lungs demanded to get rid of the smoke that her right hand pulled up from her pocket and grasped the found cigarette. Pulling it from her lips, she exhaled heavily into the brisk air, her eyes barely opening to catch sight of the second-hand smoke filter away in the wind. At least, what she thought was the second-hand smoke. Being this tired, it was hard to tell what was a hallucination and what was reality. It came with the fits of insomnia Max had started to experience ever since she was a teenager.

Sighing, she leaned forward agianst the rail of the dock, eyes peering over the water line, and what she could see of the city's outline. With the moon her only way of light, she just mindlessly stared until her eyes started to adjust, shaping buildings and other abandoned objects along San Fransisco. Lifting her right leg, she propped her foot against the lower bar, ignoring the fact that her shoes could very well fall apart with any sudden movement she made. Another drag was taken off the filter, and Max felt herself start to calm down a bit more. Her breathing was back to normal, no longer heaving within the cropped shirt she had tossed on for pajamas. The knots in her stomach weren't as apparent to her anymore, and it felt like they were slowly loosening and slipped away. The cigarette was obviously calming her nerves, but she knew that wouldn't cut it. Not completely.

After putting it out, she pulled her smoke case from the leg pocket of her pants. Putting the half smoke back, she pulled out a joint, careful not to drop it. Given her current state of mind, Max didn't want to chance letting a finger slip, and losing perfectly good weed to the water. Pressing it between her lips, she turned her back to the wind and started to fiddle with a match in hopes of getting lucky, and lighting her joint before the head rush fully dissipated from the front of her skull. Unfortunately, Max's fear about dropping the joint decided to come back and bite her in the ass; when she had gone to swipe it, the match broke in half, causing her entire hold on it to loosen. Trying to grab the box before it fell, Max's sleep deprived reflexes weren't good enough to beat gravity, and her entire matchbox dropped into the water.

"Oh, fuck me!"

PICTURES:

Raven Katana
Toe Knife
Throwing Knives
Spiked Brass Knuckles
Kawasaki Ninja
Black Widow Tattoo
Raven Flock Tattoo
Key Choker

Jesus died for somebody's sins, but not mine.

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