Carlotta Blavia - The Dark Sorceress

[Carlotta Blavia]

Carlotta Blavia



will devour you
Take all the pain away
I cannot stay my hand
From reaching out so that I can
Empower you
For all eternity
It seems to ease my mind
To know that you've brought
Meaning to my life

Full Name: Carlotta Blavia
Nicknames: Lottie, 'My Queen'
Physical Age: A lady never tells, my sweet (think Rome old)
Date of Birth: March 14th
Hometown: Rome
Current Residence: Anywhere the Dragon Lord makes his home.
Occupation: An occupation? For a powerful being such as herself? PLEASE.
Relationship Status: Completely in love.
Character Type: Witch
Affiliations: Evil

Face Claim: Eva Black
Gender: Female
Hair: Long, black and wavey.
Eyes: Light green
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 150lb
Body Type: Tall and curvey; she likes to say that she's every man's fantasy.
Best Feature: Her smile; it makes her look like she has a soul.
Worst Feature: Her temper.
Sexuality: Swings either way.

Personality:
Just like any good egotistical woman should, Lottie cares less about the world and all the ‘good’ people in it, instead finding solace in the fact that everyone is inherently evil. It’s really what was in rage when she was mortal, so why not take stock in it today? Not like old habits don’t die hard…

And they really do die hard. Being born an aristocrat, she acts like an aristocrat; finding it very hard to go through the world without cringing at any ‘pleb’ comes too close, or to have anything to do with that ‘equality’ bunk. As if the lower classes had any say in what the rich did with their lives!

Cold, calculating and as devious as they come, Lottie is an Old World soul stuck in a New World body and hates every minute of it.



Abilities:
Unlike most of her sisters, Carlotta likes to charge her powers with the innocent souls of children. According to her, once she ‘ingests their being’ (aka, after eating the heart), she can suck out whatever natural abilities they are gifted with, as well as their life force itself. After doing so, she is able to cast powerful spells; she favors those that keep herself young and allow minor mind control.


Personal Style: Always a paramour of fashion, there isn’t a high priced designer that hasn’t made its way onto the lush contours of her body. Clothes are meant to make a woman’s features look…accentuated, and would rather have her tonsils ripped out, than wear something as low born as ‘jeans’ or ‘sneakers.’

Likes: (At least 4)
• Power
• Money
• Kyle Aodhagan
• Little children

Dislikes: (At least 4)
• Kyle Aodhagan
• The word 'no'
• Those she deems ‘beneath her’
• Those who don’t shake in awe of her awesome power

Strengths: (At least 4)
• Is a powerful Sorceress
• Will do anything to get what she wants
• Has a one track mind, when she wants something
• Can lie like a pro

Weaknesses: (At least 4)
• Tends to get a bit crazy when she doesn’t get what she wants
• Children
• Accumulation of power
• The unobtainable

Mother: Prisia Astinias, deceased
Father: Scipius Astinias, deceased
Siblings: N/A
Others: Senator Augustus Blavia, husband, murdered
Atolycus, son, murdered
Vetithia, daughter, murdered
Kyle Aodhagan, Dragon Shifter, her ultimate obsession



Bio:
Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, a little girl lived happily with her mother and father. She was a bright eyed little thing; seeing the world as a gold gilded palace that she could walk through at her leisure, where everyone was nice and respectful...or she'd make sure that their necks met the executioner’s block.

Growing up amongst the aristocrats of Rome, it was expected that, at the breeding age of fifteen, she'd be married off to a respectable senator, with enough money and power to make her happy. And, in all respects, Senator Augustus Blavia, a master of the lands surrounding his large estate, was just that kind of man.

All in all, Carlotta Blavia was a happy woman. Her husband, fifteen years her senior, gave her whatever she wanted, from gaudy trinkets to the dozens of beautiful slaves dedicated to fulfilling her every whim. She was heralded as being one of the most beautiful women in all of Rome, sought out by romantic poets and tutored rakes alike. Some even said that even the great Caesar himself had come calling for her attentions. She was young, she was beautiful, and she knew it.

But time, as all women know, is never so indulgent.

After twenty years, however, Carlotta's beauty began to fade. Wrinkles, dark spots and other signs of age began to mar her perfect skin. Birthing two children widened her once slim hips, bringing lines and deposits to her legs and chest, and signs of stress marred once carefree eyes. Chaos and upheaval attacked Rome and her husband's beautiful lands became smaller. Her slaves were sold to keep food on the table, and her trinkets given away for favors amongst the aristos. Her proud homeland was splitting up...and her husband found solace in another's bed.

As all women of her time, Carlotta did her best to ignore her husband's long forays into town. She had other things to occupy her time; younger conquests, dinners with those in power, along with her motherly duties. But every night, after the children were asleep and the candles flickering over the empty side of her marriage bed, jealousy grew.

It spread like cancer, moving through her body until she could stand it no longer. She had to know...and in the end, she hired an artist to follow Augustus on one of his many 'trips' into town, and capture the image of the bird who'd stolen her husband away. If anything, it was probably the image that returned- the perfect face, brilliant eyes, goddess-like body; God, it was everything she'd lost- that made everything change.

It was a cold November night, when her husband returned from town. He was wearing a thick wool cap that covered thinning silver hair and made him look so much like his beloved son. For a moment, looking up into Agustus' face, Carlotta felt a peal of love surge in her chest, but it was soon snuffed out.

With a seductive grace, she led her husband into the lavish dining room, serving him his dinner and promising a pleasant desert. She'd prepared the meal herself, she purred into his ear, sitting wantonly on the table edge as he chewed slice after slice of the succulent meat.

Vexed and confused, Augustus demanded to know why. A gentle bred woman doing something as common as cooking? And...Carlotta? Cooking? His mind didn't process the thought any further, however, as his wife slid off her chemise and prepared his 'desert.'

"Did you like the meal, my husband?" She whispered softly. At his murmured 'yes,' she smiled. "Then you'll like my next surprise even more."

Augustus Blavia was found the next morning, by the family chamber maid. According to constable reports, he had been tied to the bed in a most unseemly fashion, stabbed multiple times, and the large, gaping wound in his chest announced the missing organ inside. And the two Blavia children were nowhere to be found...until the cook went looking for her belongings in the kitchen.

To this day, what happened to the Lady Blavia herself is unknown. Had the madman who'd broken into the castle taken her away to some far away place? Buried her in pieces, or hidden her somewhere in the mansion? It is said that her spirit haunts the lavish halls of the Blavia household, wandering the halls in search of her slain husband and children...

The truth, however, is not as lavish.

The great Senator’s wife went into her children's rooms while they slept, and slit their tiny throats. She wrapped them lovingly in their blood soaked sheets, carried them downstairs and, humming an old lullaby, prepared them to meet their father.
The poor old man didn't last long after that fateful dinner with his wife. The fool, he'd even cried! But, when the body of her husband was disposed of and she’d eaten her own plate of the ‘lavish meal,’ she began to feel…strange. It was as if she could feel her children stirring in her belly, and with a gasp, realized that the wrinkles on her hands had disappeared. It was in this way that the one-time aristocrat realized that she was something…more.

And she wanted more. Much more.

With those in her town buzzing with rumors about the deaths of her family and her own disappearance, Carlotta fled and continued to test her new found ‘gifts.’ She lured peasant children away from their families and ate their hearts, and found her beauty returning. After traveling to the wild lands of the Celtic people, she came into contact with a man who was as strange as she; a dragon shifter, whose children promised her great power.

It took some patience on her part, but in the end, she managed to capture the powerful shifter and use his blood and body for her own purposes. From the wombs of enslaved women, she used the infant hearts for her spells and her beauty…and in the end, thought herself in love. There was such…a raw potency to the man, that he had to be hers.

And she hunts him, even now, obsessed with bringing him back under her control. Somehow, he’s found his mate yet again, and jealousy burns her black little heart until it threatened to stop beating.

He is hers! The dragon shifter is HERS! And soon…soon, he will beg for her attentions.




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