Kiara Alanna Decoix

[Kiara Alanna Decoix]

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| Cunning | Temperamental | Guarded |

[BASICS]
... easy to say
Name: Kiara Alanna Decoix
Age: 401, 21
Birthdate: 04. 11. 1611.
Gender: Female
Speicies: Vampire
Family Members:
Kiyala Decoix:Deceased
Codeword:
[DELETED]
[THE LOOKS]
... don't let them get to you
Height:5;5
Weight: 120
Build: Slender and Supple
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Brown
Play- By:
Lauren London
[INSIDE]
who you really are...
Personality: Kiara is the type of person that is usually outspoken when it comes to her words. Though emotionally she is very reserved to people she does not know or hasn't known for a long a time. Her emotions are usually hard to read, thanks to years of dealing with questionable company. Kiara is very thoughtful about situations, usually she doesn't like to speak or act before judging the situation carefully. This leads most people to wrongly speculate that she doesn't speak at all. Kiara is still known to be slightly volatile at times, which is a habit that she is working on as she knows its not a likeable trait.
Likes:
-Reading
-Traveling
-Trying out new blood types.
-Swimming
-Smoking
-Plotting a latest scheme
Dislikes:
-Incompetence
-Someone constantly being in her presence
-Judgmental people
-Drunks
-Humans who waste their life
-Vampires who are evil simply for evil's sake.
Strengths:
-Cunning
-Trained
-Smart
-Looks
-Charismatic
Weaknesses:
-Temper
-Indecisive at times
-Has flashes of her old life which messes with her sanity
-Has trouble blending in as far a the culture of today
History:
On a rainy night, Kiara Alanna Decoix was born in a rather torn down shack. Though, they were lucky that their Master provided them this much or so he often reminded them alongside with a devastating whip crack. Kiara's mother was only allowed a day's rest before she had to be back in the kitchen working. It was hard work but it wasn't no where near as brutal as the field work that had claimed Kiara's father's life a little while before her own birth. Kiara was watched over by the older ladies who now only had to tend to the Master's kids, she was told to do whatever the Master's kids said. Of course, being the kids they were the used this for Kiara to do all sorts of embarrassing things.

Life didn't get any better for Kiara even when leaving the stage of a toddler and now being a full blown kid. Now she helped her mother in the kitchen often taking beatings just for her mother to be spared. This also quickened her feet to heed her Master's call as not to bring more pain upon her mother. Her nights were spent in song with the other slaves, she was already noted even at her young age to have a voice on her. Of course, this meant little to one trapped into the life of slavery where escaping and being captured surely meant death. Kiara often in her daydreams thought of escaping but could never build up the courage as she was just a kid.

Regardless, of their treatment Kiara still remained rather ignorant of the true life of a slave. Her innocence was broken when an older male slave attempted to escape and was promptly found and killed in front of all the slaves, the slavemasters and the Master himself. This broke many slaves spirit watching them drag on the execution clearly trying to send a message to the rest of them. Kiara cried as turned toward her mother, hiding face on her gown. This started Kiara on the path to coldness, as first it started off with the hatred of slave owners. Her hatred grew with each whipping and for other each execution. This is why she was deeply surprised when she was picked to be a house slave. House slaves while still treated badly got a better place to sleep in and generally ate a little better.

Though it was a curse in disguise, it seemed as if the Master's oldest son fancied her or rather what was under her dress. It started off slowly, with first aggressive feels on her body which threatened to break her. And as it progressed, Kiara started withdrawing more and more within herself. Until one day, the boy's urges seemingly climax as he tried to take the one thing that was truly her's. He easily overpowered her forcing himself upon her, she screamed knowing it would do nothing to help her. However, luckily the Master's own bigotry saved her as he ran into the room cursing her and his own son. He sent his son away, and had her sent to the fields for being a 'temptress.' After several lashes of course, then she was sent to work.

Long scalding days on the field threatened to further break the girl's will as she started dwindling already being small for 18 she grew even smaller. Everyday grew harder until eventually she could only just barely make it through the day. Honestly, everyday she felt like she was already at death's door. If it wasn't for a man named Boy, and him coming to their shacks speaking on an escape attempt that was going to be made she would have given up all hope. She believed for some reason she couldn't fathom that he could escape and that she would go with him. She started stocking up on any extra food she didn't eat, using her knowledge from the kitchens to preserve them through spices and herbs.

It was cold night of summer, when they decided it was time to try. Everyday, it preparation they had been weakening the bonds on their shackles so without much effort they shrugged of their shackled. They crept silently until they were deep enough in the woods that surrounded their plantation. Now they started to run at first wanting to set as much distance between the plantation and them. Several hours went by and they actually started to begin to feel safe until they heard the hunting dogs close by. Without much choice in the matter they took off running, but Kiara caught a shot from their gun in the back that sent her to the ground. Boy still managed to evade detection hiding underwater in a dense river.

The slavemasters walked around Kiara with the horses, she was coughing up blood willing herself to stay alive but it was a losing battle. Through the cracks of her closing eyelids, she saw the impossible a woman seemingly appeared behind the slavemasters. After another blink of the eye, the slavemasters were dead beside her the horses long since ran out. The female looked at her, seeing pity in the female's eyes she spoke "If you want to live, drink this." And she cut herself with her own nails and pressed it to her mouth, Kiara obediently started to drink until death claimed her. She woke up with the world rushing around, everything seemed to be in greater detail. Her throat ached and burned with an intensity she never felt before. The vampire who sired her was still their she explained the basics of what was going on.

Kiara felt frozen upon hearing what happened to her, she would not partake in killing others for blood. But as more slavemasters searched the woods, her thirst wouldn't allow her not too. She drained every slavemaster sent after her, and then when back to the plantation murdering the Master's and his whole family. Though, she still couldn't control herself she ended killing the whole plantation including her own Mother. Unable to face what she had done, Kiara took off running and kept traveling. She exiled herself for months and years determined to control her thirst as she was the one in control. She would only come out to feed whenever it was unavoidable and to stock up on books. Reading was something she wasn't allowed to the do as a slave so upon freedom she had herself taught how to ready and write and fell in love with reading. She knew reading and writing lead to knowledge, and to her besides her supernatural power she needed knowledge as well.

[THE PUPPETEER]
... behind the curtain
Alias:Kali
Experience: 5-6
How you found us: Random Adverts
Other characters: None
How we should contact you: [e-mail] / PM

THIS APPLICATION WAS MADE BY FROSTFERN OF CAUTIPN 2.0. DO NOT REMOVE THESE CREDITS OR I WILL FIND OUT. APPLICATION EDITED BY: (Kiara Alanna Decoix)

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[Arabella Lanier]

Accepted!
I really love the history you gave her. She sounds like a fantastic character. I am glad to have her as a vampire. Maybe we will run into each other now and again.