Post by Mileena Barlaos on May 3, 2011 20:41:21 GMT -6
Mileena Barlaos
Lost in the darkness, hoping for a sign
Instead there is only silence can't you hear my screams?
Never stop hoping, need to know where you are
But one thing is for sure you're always in my heart
I'll find you somewhere
I'll keep on trying until my dying day
Full Name: Mileena Alaia Barlaos
Nicknames: Millie, Leena, Len
Physical Age: 667 Years Old ( Appears to be 13 years old )
Date of Birth: March 16th 1344
Hometown: Athens, Greece
Current Residence: Transient
Occupation: None
Relationship Status: Single
Character Type: Half-Human; Half-Demon
Affiliations: Neutral
Gender: Female
Hair: Chestnut brown
Eyes: Azure
Height: 4'7
Weight: 100 lbs
Body Type: Slender
Best Feature: Her azure eyes
Worst Feature: Her lankiness
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Personal Style: She's not one for frillery to say the least. She enjoys wearing simple clothes though her taste does change with the time. She did enjoy the beautiful clothing that the Renaissance period had to offer and she loved togas as well but given the time now, she enjoys jeans and t-shirts.
Face Claim: Jodelle Ferland
Abilities:
Enhanced strength and speed - Not exactly superhuman but she is stronger than the average human and way quicker.
Shifting from her human form to her demonic form
Aptitude for spellcasting
Unable to age
Can communicate by way of mind but is unable to control another's mind or read their thoughts.
Able to control fire
Personality:
Mileena was forced to grow before her time, put through so much pain when she should have been enjoying her life and for that, her personality was altered to suit her father's purposes. She had started off as a sweet innocent child, ignorant of the world she had been born into but that changed after her mother's death.
She learned quickly how to adapt in her new world. Prim and proper, she is meticulous about her appearance, feeling she always needs to look perfect no matter what the occasion is. She is a perfectionist in a great many ways and will practice something until she is perfect at it. Mileena is her own harshest critic.
Mileena is stubborn and cold when she wants to be. Her demonic side fills her with the need for bloodshed, teaching her to revel in pain and take pleasure in it when she was given the chance. She's quick to anger and throws horrid temper tantrums. She takes insults in stride and is the sort to plot behind someone's back and strike when it best suits her.
She is a cynic when it comes to the thoughts of love, especially since she's aware that she will ever be able to experience it herself. She was taught that there was no such thing as love, there was power and those strong enough to grasp it when it was held before them. Those that were weak where simple tools of the strong people in this world. She will kill to slake her blood lust, but she is careful in how she kills so she is not discovered. While killing is something she knows quite well and there are times she takes great pleasure in it, Mileena has a human half as well and it caused her great distress at times. She has never gotten over the death of her mother and often thinks of herself as a monster. She has feelings like humans have and so there are times she feels guilt for the things she has done and other times she feels nothing.
Likes:
• Dancing
• Horse-back riding
• Mystery novels
• Running
• Hunting
Dislikes:
• Hunters
• Other demons
• Her father
• Being told what to do
• Being underestimated
Strengths:
• Maturity
• Resilient
• Doesn't back down easily
• Stubborn
• Quick wit
Weaknesses:
• Impatient
• Spoiled
• Prone to temper tantrums
• Angers easily
• Not to be trusted
Mother: Alesia Barlaos - Human - Deceased
Father: Calos - Demon - Alive
Siblings: None
Others: None
Bio:
Mileena Barloas was born to Alesia Barlaos in Athens Greece in the year 1344. The terms of her conception had never really been explained to the girl until she had gotten older but even when she had been small, Mileena could tell she was different. She could do things that no one else was capable of doing, though her mother would tell the young girl to keep her abilities a secret. Alesia hated to admit it but her daughter frightened her as did the man who was her father. Mileena had been about seven years old when Alesia chose to run away with the child, seeking asylum from the man who frightened her so much. She didn't wish for Calos to get close to her daughter for fear that he may harm her. Alesia was unaware of what Calos really was, she didn't know he was a demon, all she knew was he was evil.
So they ran, running to the last place they should have gone. London, England. A place that was going to wind up to be one large cemetary. The Black Plague struck not long after the two arrived in the city of London. Bodies everywhere. It was so depressing and not a place for a child to be raised in but thankfully neither mother nor daughter were infected by the dark plague that carried so many to an early grave. As Mileena grew, her powers did as well and so did her mother's fear of what her daughter really was. Evil. Like her father. Not that Mileena did things that made her mother think this, she didn't go around killing people, she was just different. She was stronger than any child her age and had faster reflexes. It did not slip the young girl's attention, the increasingly dark looks her mother would give her and it bothered her since her mother was all she knew.
It wasn't until she was thirteen that the tension between her mother and herself came to a head in the worst possible way and it was a frightening thing that caused it as well. Given that she had no one to teach her, her demonic powers were out of control, she hadn't killed anyone but she had ensured that no one wanted to be anywhere near her and some even went as far as to blame the Black Plague on her. She was called all sort of horrible things, even by her mother who was convinced that she had to kill her daughter to save her soul. It was at night, the young girl lay asleep as her mother poised a knife over the her prone body. A creaky floorboard beneath the woman's foot alerted the light sleeper to her mother's plan and in her fit of fear and anger, she shifted into her demonic form. Never had her mother been more afraid than when she looked upon what her daughter really was.
A monster.
Trying even harder now, Alesia tried to sink the blade into her daughter's body and end the evil existence for good. The frightened girl had no choice but to defend herself and in doing so, turned the knife on her mother and stabbed her. It hadn't been her intent but she couldn't let her mother kill her for what she was. As her mother lay dying, Mileena shed tears over the woman who had tried to kill her and truly believed that she was nothing more than a monster.
Perhaps it was mere coincidence or maybe he had been waiting for her to be in such a vulnerable state of mind but moments after the woman had died, Calos showed up to comfort his frightened daughter. Of course his sudden appearance frightened the girl but given that he was almost exactly like her, she believed that he was her father and more than anything, she looked to him for guidance. Her mother had done well to shield her from him but she had also damaged the girl's faith in human kind and therefore in her human half. He sought instead to nurture her demonic side and help her learn to control her powers and become a force for evil as he was. So he took her with him and showed her the ropes of how to shift from human form into her demonic form and how to get a handle on her powers as well. She was strong but not near as strong as he was due to her human half.
Due to her demonic half, she had a very long life line as well as very very slow aging. Hundreds of years passed by and she remained the same though she matured, her body did not. She watched Anne Boleyn's beheading and watched as London burned during the Great Fire of London. So many historical events passed before her eyes and yet still, her mindset didn't change as her father would have hoped. She always believed she was nothing more than a monster and while she had evil tendencies, she wasn't the hellion he was hoping for. So by the eighteen hundreds, she was flying solo. Calos had chosen to leave her be, hoping that making her survive on her own would toughen her up and turn her into the killer he wanted so badly to have. A protege.
Only time would tell if she became what he wanted and what her mother had feared so much.
RP Sample:
Her time was up...
Sereda had known this had been coming for a long time now and there wasn't anything she could do to change it. Not from a lack of trying, that was for sure because Sereda had done everything she could to change her fate but in the end, the deal held firm. The elderly huntress walked down the steps of the home she had once inhabited with her husband and fellow hunter, Ray. How she had loved him when he had been alive. It seemed fitting really, that she die where she had lived most of her life. Where she had made her home and raised her son. Tucking back a strand of ivory hair, the old woman pulled back the gossamer curtains that hung in front of the windows. Night had fallen on her last day here on earth and she had mere hours and still, she had continued to play the part of a coward.
Having been raised from a young girl to take up the life of a hunter, Sereda had prided herself on never running from a fight and always knowing what to do. What had happened to her? Tears threatened to spill out as she turned from the sight of the sunset, it was beautifully depressing for her. This house was one that Charlotte had never seen before. Her darling granddaughter... Her only connection to her dead son. How could she leave the girl alone? It wasn't fair to Charlotte, she knew nothing of the deal her Gran had made with a crossroads demon nor did she know why she and Gran had been moving around so much. There was so much that Charlotte didn't know, couldn't know and yet Sereda knew the girl would find out eventually.
"You should have told her." A voice said from behind her. The old woman turned to see the Sissy standing there in front of her. Sissy. A little ghost girl, Sereda's younger sister who had died when they had both been mere children, she had drowned when Sereda had supposed to have been watching her. Of course there had been hard feelings but Sissy forgave her older sister but she never moved on. She chose to stay with Sereda and later on she bonded with Charlotte and attached herself to the girl by way of a necklace that Charlotte wore. A necklace that had once been her Gran's that held a locket of Sissy's hair within. "I know." Sereda said softly, looking down at the ground rather than the judgmental look on Sissy's face.
She didn't wish to leave, not yet. She had work to do but it seemed that Charlotte would eventually have to take that up when she got older...if she got older. No.. Charlotte was a fighter, she'd be all right. If only Sereda had made arrangements for Charlie, found a place for her to stay when she...
"Gran, what's wrong?" Sereda's heart lurched when she heard Charlie's telepathic voice in her mind. Quickly hiding her thoughts from her granddaughter, Sereda offered the young girl a tired smile and embraced the child. "Nothing my dear, I'm just tired." Charlotte had been enjoying herself all day, exploring the home she had never known about and listening to her Gran relive her glory days. It was something they had never really done before but considering the circumstances, it was the least that Sereda could do for Charlotte. Let her know of her family and what they did. Proud hunters, the lot of them. Of course that had ended with her father who had wished to live a normal life but he himself hadn't been normal. He had been a faith healer, a man who should have lived longer than what he did. He should have been there for Charlotte but he wasn't. It seemed that everyone in Charlie's life was abandoning her in some way shape or form and it wasn't fair to her.
Charlotte was worried for her Gran of course, it wasn't like her to act so quiet but Charlie couldn't really push if the woman wasn't willing to open up to her. Her excuse of being tired was normally code for 'I don't want to talk about it' and Charlie backed off. She was excited about the house her Gran showed her but she couldn't understand why they had spent so much time on the road when they could have just stayed there. Another thing that Gran wouldn't explain no matter how Charlotte asked. So in the end she simply accepted it for what it was and planned things that she and her Gran could do the next day when they were all settled in. The fact that they were in Georgia meant that she could possibly text Madison and see her again. The woman had been so nice to her and had told her that she could text her when she wanted.
"It's time for bed Charlie." Her Gran said, pulling the young girl from her thoughts. A look of confusion crossed her face. It was surely too early for bed. "But Gran, I'm not ti--" She stopped her telepathic arguing because the look her Gran was giving her. It was not so much a scolding look but rather a pleading look. It scared Charlotte. "Gran, you're scaring me..."
Her fear was understandable and to know that she was scaring her hurt Sereda but she could do nothing about it. "Just go honey, it'll be alright." It wouldn't but she had to lie to Charlie, she couldn't tell her the truth. Charlotte wouldn't understand. She was too young.
Sereda followed Charlotte up the stairs and tucked the girl into bed, kissing her on the forehead gently. "I love you Charlotte." Charlie smiled up at the old woman. "I love you too Gran."
God... Why did it have to be this way? How could she leave Charlotte? Sereda nearly broke down right then and there, it was so hard. Looking down at her innocent smiling face and knowing the tears she would shed when she found her the next morning. To put such a burden on such a young soul was unfair and if the old woman could take it back, she would but she couldn't. "Sleep well baby." With that, Sereda left the room and then locked it from the outside so that Charlotte couldn't get out to see what happened. Sissy was there and would be able to unlock the door after it was all over. "I'll watch over her." Sissy said as Sereda headed back down the steps. A curt nod was all the little ghost girl got in return.
An hour passed by and with the stroke of the clock, Sereda could hear them. Her death, her damnation in the form of hell hounds. Setting aside the picture of her husband Ray, Sereda stood to greet her death, knowing she could do nothing about it now.
The piercing scream woke Charlotte from her sleep, nearly causing her to fall off the bed. Did Gran have the television too loud? No, she knew her Gran's voice when she heard it. What was going on?! "Gran!" She cried out telepathically as she ran to get out her door but it wouldn't budge. It was locked. Why was it locked?!
Another scream of pain was heard along with the sound of shredding flesh. Oh god, something was killing her! She had to get down there and help her. Taking a step back from the door, the girl focused as best she could but the door still didn't open. Grabbing the cell phone that lay at the side table, she started to dial 911 but given that she couldn't speak, that seemed rather moot. Thinking of Madison, as the woman said that Charlie could text her anytime, she chose to do so now. "Help! Please help! Something is attacking and I'm scared! Please Madison!" She then texted the address of the house before sending it.
Feeling helpless and trapped, Charlotte continued to strike at the door with her telekinesis, getting more and more desperate with each passing moment. Finally the door gave way and burst open, allowing Charlotte the chance to run down the steps.
What she found would remain with her always. Her Gran lay on the ground screaming as something invisible tore at her. Long streaks all over her, like claws of some crazed animal. What was doing that to her? "Stay back!" Her Gran screamed when she saw Charlotte, not that she could do anything since she was pinned on the ground. Charlotte stood frozen as her Gran was shredded right in front of her, blood all over the place. The attack seemed to last forever and then it was over. The unseen force was gone as was her Grandmother. Kneeling next to her Gran's body, the girl sobbed, begging the old woman to come back.
She was all alone...
