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Wind wrote:

ildiko akos csilla kalocsa d'dary
HALF OF ME, FOR GROWTH - THE OTHER, FOR DECAY

NAME: Ildiko Akos Csilla Kalocsa D'dary
ALIAS: Wind

BORN: April 30th, 1027 AD
DIED: July 1050 AD

STATUS: Married
ORIENTATION: Pansexual

RESIDENCE: RavenBlack City
OCCUPATION: Woman

PLAY-BY: Segovia Amil




RACE: vampire ; pure-blood

EYES: palest grey/white
HAIR: black ; long
SKINTONE: paper white ; freckled
HEIGHT & WEIGHT: five feet eleven inches ; one hundred and twenty pounds

DISTINGUISHING MARKS:

• pockmarks from leprosy, covered by glamour - removed by Brom ;
• tattoo - small flock of birds between breasts ;
• tattoo - large stylized gecko reaching from top of right shoulder, across back, and down left hip

OVERALL PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION:

• wind is tall, and too thin for her height. clothes usually include loose, baggy, but trendy, shirts, sweaters, and dresses, almost always in muted tones. her shoes are either flats or heels with no inbetween. her hair is wavy, sometimes styled a touch more curly, and sometimes straightened entirely, and worn either down or entirely up in a clean looking bun at the base of her neck.

NON-MAGICAL SKILLS:

• polyglot - is fluent in most European languages, and has basic comprehension of some Eastern ones ;
• musician - cello and piano - out of practice for both ;
• dancer - learned burlesque in America while it was popular in the first half of the twentieth century, and owns a burlesque club ;
• dancer - became a proficient pole dancer after learning burlesque
  

MAGICAL SKILLS:

• elemental magic - proficiency with manipulation of water and air ;
• daywalker - can spend minimal time exposed to direct sunlight before beginning to burn ;
• skinwalker - can shift into any creature for which she possesses a piece of their being (hide, scales, fur, teeth, etc) ;
• glamour - can change her outward appearance to those around her on a whim ;

WEAKNESSES:

• mortality - heals far more slowly than most of her kind, and still breathes and has a beating heart ;
• addiction - abuses alcohol and amphetamines regularly ;
• hedonism - thoroughly self-indulgent ;
• obsessive - fixates on things in her attention, be they good or bad ;
• temperamental - can have an explosive temper, and possessives the capacity to hold grudges for extended periods of time

STRENGTHS:

• socially adept - can easily maneuver her way through most any social situation with ease ;
• hyperthymesia - can recall the day to day activities of most of her life with little to no trouble, no matter how trivial ;
• generous - gives freely of her time and resources to those who are in need, without second thought ;
• open minded - there is little that she is not accepting of, even if it doesn't fully make sense to her
  

QUIRKS & HABITS:

• cannot keep her fingers still - she constantly picks at pieces of paper or plastic if they are in her hands too long ;
• chews compulsively on objects, though not to the point of destroying them (fingernails, bobby pins, pens, etc);
• only vaguely understands modern technology ;
  

OVERALL PERSONALITY DESCRIPTION:

• wind easily comes across as cold (and even bitchy) to those she is not familiar with, especially as she makes no effort to meet new people on her own or introduce herself to anyone. upon getting to know her better, most find her to be at least reasonable, intelligent, and highly opinionated.

BIRTH PLACE: Esztergom, Hungary

PARENTS:

• father - Stephen I of Hungary; king; born c. 975, died August 1038 (age 63) - declining health and age, buried in basilica in Székesfehérvár, and later canonized ;
• mother - Irisko Tholdy; kitchen maid; born August 1003, died July 1045 (age 42) - leprosy, exiled from homeland and died in what became Metz, France
• step-mother - Gisela of Bavaria; queen; born c. 985, died May 1065 - natural causes, died in Passau, Germany, and later reburied in Veszprem, Hungary

SIBLINGS:

• half-brother- Otto, died in infancy in 1002 (age 2) ;
• half-brother - Emeric, born 1007, died September 1031 (age 24) - gored by wild boar while hunting
• half-sister - Agatha Von Brunswick, born 1018, died 1067 (age 49) - natural causes, outside London, England as wife of Edward the Exile ;
• half-brother - born unknown, died in infancy ;
• half-brother - born unknown, died in infancy ;
• half-brother - born unknown, died in infancy ;
• half-sister - born unknown, died in infancy

SPOUSE:

• current - none ;

previous -

• AnnaMolly ;
• Annabelle ;
• Grin ;
• Dahlia- ;
• Brom ;
• Andre ;
• Airey ;
• Lyn ;
• Morrigin ;
• many pre-City; Wind keeps bowls of her previous wedding rings and bands sitting around her estate as decoration

CHILDREN:

• none ;

SIRE:

• current - Drella ;

previous -

• Tifereth ;
• ophelia ;
• Errah ;
• Starwind ;

CHILDER:

• Miliani ;
• Moodlady ;
• Leigh ;
• Sable ;
• Beatrice ;
• -Ellasmeria- ;
• Lilura (Mrs NightOwl) ;
• Zephyra ;
• Dank ;
• Reizvolles ;
• Fitz ;
• Jair ;
• Llanqha ;
• Khronic ;
• Aislinn_Isolde ;

PROPERTY:

• The Sassy Tassel - an upscale burlesque club ;
• Hazanak Kalocsa - a large, sprawling estate ;
• unnamed - a small vineyard in the south of France

CHARACTER HISTORY:

• As the illegitimate child of a King bent on establishing Christianity in his kingdom, Ildiko was raised in her father's home and kept from public view. As a result of the long string of deaths amongst the King's previous children, though, she was treated as though she was more than something to be hidden while she was home, and grew up well. When her father died when she was eleven, she and her mother were exiled from their homeland as social unrest and war ensued, and they traveled northwest to what would become the Metz area of eastern France.
  
  Ildiko's mother died many years later, while Ildiko was 19. She continued to suffer from the same ailment that killed her mother for several years on her own before she, too, thought she would succumb to the illness. She does not know who she was turned by, or why. She knows only that she went to sleep expecting never to wake up, and woke to find new life had been given to her.
  
  She spent the next several centuries becoming an enchantress, learning well the language of water and air manipulation, and became a hired hand for warring kings. She eventually earned herself a nickname - the witch of wind and sea. She would eventually adapt this as her known alias.
  
  During the settlement of the Americas, Wind moved to what would become the United States, staying mostly away from "civilised" areas and opting to learn the medicines and magicks of the tribal people who lived there already. After the end of World War II, she moved back to Europe, and then to RavenBlack for several years, before finding Duskmore.

NAME: ray ;

YEARS ROLEPLAYING: too damn many ;

SCREENNAME:

• trillian - wind.kalocsa ;
• discord - CsillaAkos#7928 (preferred)

EMAIL ADDRESS: windandseakd@gmail.com ;

ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
Fire.

Everything felt like a smothered fire.

Dark, thick, and suffocating. Smoke burning your eyes even as it finished fading out.

It had been several hours since you had felt the light dim. A lifeline you had been clinging to as often as you could, for hours and hours and hours every single day. Every day since you found out from Kiia.

She’s dying, and she said it would be the last time that I saw her.

That had been months ago. You had missed it. Missed her. You couldn’t say you were entirely surprised. Something hadn’t felt right for… who knows how long know. You knew better than to ask too many questions, though. And then finally, you heard from her.

I’m sorry I didn’t tell you myself.

Your love for her couldn’t be spoken aloud, or shown through gestures or cards and flowers. It couldn’t be measured in vials and scrolls. It could only be measured in souls. Souls taken, lost, given up, shredded, rebuilt. Your soul. Even if you didn’t talk as much as you would have liked to, you knew you didn’t need to. The details were always talked about so there weren’t so many blanks left unfilled, but in all the time that she had known Tifereth, she felt that that was the only thing missing. The details. The bigger plans, ideas, and the understanding was always there. From the beginning, it had existed. Even if you didn’t even know when the beginning had been anymore.

Even when you were being fussed at.

Fussed. Not yelled. The tone of the woman’s voice, even if she kept her thoughts from you, always gave away how much she cared. Quiet and even, for when she didn’t, but pretended to. For when she had to listen. Her passion and give-a-shit always found a way to sneak through, even when an outsider looking in would have sworn she was a tyrant and you were a two year old.

You are not allowed.

No. She didn’t like the idea anyway. And she wouldn’t usually impose her will on you. Not about this. But you did know, you both knew, that this was for you, and not her. Silently, despite the fact that things had continued on otherwise, you thanked her, every day, for that.

And so, you did what you could. What you were supposed to do. Show up. Steal. Kill. Fall in line. Rinse. Repeat. It seemed a strict routine, but the woman had give you a freedom you hadn’t felt since Silhouette had announced the shut down of the only other real family you had found in your time here. Thick and thin, no questions asked, and rarely, if ever, having to defend your reasoning.

She had been home.

And now that home had been taken, board by board, nail by nail, inch by inch of decorative wallpaper and tile and -

But the rest are still there. And you know they care. Maybe even as much as she did, though it was doubtful that it was more.

You hadn’t gone to see them, though. Not yet.

Not because you feared walking into a house with the foundation finally dissolved, but because this feeling kept creeping over you skin and you just knew it would make you itch enough that everyone else would be able to see it.

You’re glad she’s gone.

Not because it had been torturous to feel her dying every day that you lived.

Not because you wished you could trade places with her, and you didn’t have to, anymore.

Not because she had slighted you. No, never.

No.

She deserved this, and you were happy for it.

She deserved to die.

She deserved to have peace. Real peace. Not the silence of a study and a cigarette and a mug of tea. Not the quiet of a sleeping house. Not the breeze through the grounds of the manor on a clear night, the moon illuminating everything like the sun most couldn’t even look at anymore, much less admire. There’s always room for racing thoughts and stocks and coin and Drella and Vex and that fucking idiot and your ex and-

Real. Peace. Only brought about by not even being able to think anymore. Not having to think anymore. Worry. Plan. Always having a plan, for most every person in your life, because the pressure of their worries and hopes and dreams and downfalls was all on your shoulders.

You found yourself weeping, quietly, the tears streaming uninterrupted down your cheeks and along your jaw.

You were happy, but it was still a wound you were not sure would ever heal so that the scars didn’t tug when you turned the wrong way.

You had spent too many years not taking the action she knew you should, so she finally took it for you. It had been a grasp at straws, but it had finally worked. You lamented the time spent that it took for you to admit that she had been what you had wanted, and needed in your life. That D’dary was fully where you had wanted to be.

You weren’t sure how much more time had passed, but you felt their pull. The Hive. The family she had given you, in one of the last large gestures she would ever make.

You wiped at your face. Found a washcloth near your sink. Waited for some of the redness to fade. And then, you pulled the strings that still barely existed, terrified you’d be smothered in the thick smoke of nothingness. It still worked. You found yourself in a room, with her in the center, and everyone else surrounding her. But it didn’t feel the same. Probably wouldn’t ever feel the same, again.

”Quiet resilience, hard work. Endurance through the times. All characteristics you share with your blood sisters and brothers, now. All the D'dary before us. Our ancestors' blood is now your blood.Sink to your knees, let the weight settle in. Make your pledge. Give us your promise. And rise as a new woman.” - Tifereth D’dary

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