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Lily ([info]ironblooded) wrote,
@ 2019-12-20 18:23:00

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OOC required:
Name: River
Over 18? (y/n) Yes
Contact: Discord, email, dropbox riverunderstars#7700 ; halfwayoutdark@gmail.com ;

IC Required:
General
Name: Lily Fabron (birth name: Renée Lefebvre)
Age/DOB: 131 / 07 October 1788
Apparent Age: 26
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Marital Status: Single

Species
Species: Vampire
Type: Daywalker
Tier: n/a
Focus: n/a
Powers: Enhanced speed and strength, but not nearly as much as nightwalkers. Lily has a mild empathic ability to use on victims/blood donors and shapeshifting ability to hide her fangs. Enhanced senses (sight, smell, taste, hearing) and the ability to tell if their victim/donor is supernatural. But she cannot use her abilities when she is in the daylight.



Zion
Job: Mechanic
Job Details: Makes sure the Zion’s automobiles are in good working order
Month/year joined Zion: December 1918

Details
Personality: Calm, somber, knowledgeable - Lily is an old vampire (131 years old). She is self-sufficient and independent for the most part. She also is supportive of her small ‘family’ that consists of Edward and Eva. Lily finds purpose in her mechanic job. She tolerates humans, cautious to hyper vigilant when it comes to them as she is still working through her PTSD caused by the hunters that killed her sire and nearly killed her.

PB: Tatiana Maslany
Appearance: 5’4”, shoulder-length dark brown hair, pale skin, medium brown eyes. Lily has a slim to mildly toned build due to her species and years of blacksmithing work prior and after being sired. She wears boots, trousers, men’s shirts. When she’s working, her hair is braided tightly against her head.

History:

Jean Lefebvre was born in France in 1764. At twenty-two years old, he left France for England because of the building financial crisis in his home country. Trained as a blacksmith from an early age, he found work and worked hard at his job and learned the English language. Nine months after settling in southern England, Jean met Clara Rice. She worked in a seamstress and leather shop. Fifteen months later, they were married and had a daughter - Renée. She grew up watching her parents toil for living. Renée was two years old when she became a big sister to a dark-haired boy named Louis. Two years after Louis came a frizzy-haired baby sister named Merra. At six years old Renée began working - making deliveries for the blacksmith shop, butcher shop, and a newspaper office. She also learned to sew and how to bake from her mother.

Renée grew up so quickly, being a second mom to her siblings. Winters were harsh and they barely got by some years. Deep down Renée began to resent just how hard it was to live. But she shrugged off her lack of childhood. She put all of her worries aside to help raise her siblings and also nurture her interests in blacksmithing, sewing, and baking. Thankfully she was able to become an apprentice in her father’s shop.

When she turned sixteen, Renée moved up to apprentice blacksmith. She also sewed aprons and protective coverings for the other workers in the shop. When she turned nineteen, tragedy struck; Merra drowned in a nearby pond. Grief-stricken, Renée only worked harder to keep her brother safe and well despite his resistance with being seventeen and able to take care of himself. The winter of the same year, her mother and father both died from a sickness. Renée worked herself nearly to death for the next seven years to support her brother and herself. It was what she knew how to do. She worked behind the scenes as a blacksmith and observed a clock-maker - liking to see how things worked. While working the last two years, a fair-haired green-eyed man was a frequent patron to the clock shop.

At age 26, Renée was at a pub drinking. As she drank, a few of the men were making snide comments about her wearing trousers, dirty from a day’s work in a blacksmith’s shop. Drunk, Renée got up and confronted the men. She tried punching one of them, but her aim was off - hitting thin air and stumbling to the floor. The men laughed and cheered as she was kicked out of the pub and she began walking down the street unaware of two men following her - the man she tried punching in the pub and the familiar fair-haired stranger with bright green eyes.

Renée ventured further and turned down a side-alley. Stopping to rest against a doorway, she heard footsteps and turned with a smirk as the man from the pub walked up to her and stabbed her in the abdomen - sneering at Renée. She grasped her side and stared at him, losing her balance and falling to the ground. The man leaned down, withdrew the knife, and stepped out of the alley.

Moments passed and the fair-haired man found Renée, yanked off her jacket, and tied it tightly around her midsection. Then she passed out.

Renée woke up in a room in a large flat. Her wound was still held tightly by her jacket. Everything was blurry and nearly dark. The fair-haired green-eyed man sat beside her on the bed.

“My name is Viktor. My dear Renée, I am so sorry, you are dying. But I can help you. You have been looking in on you for the last two years and I’ve seen just how hard you’ve worked and how devoted you are to your family. You deserve a life of your own.” Viktor had been watching Renée for years and admired how hard she worked and her passion. Having fallen in love with her, he couldn’t let her light die.

“I don’t want to die,” Renée sniffed, her words faint and her mind muddled.

“I can help you, give you a life without struggle or worry. Pursue your loves, your interests. Time is short, Renée. What say you?”

Beginning to slip away, self-preservation took hold.

“Yes, please help me.”

Then Viktor sliced his wrist and fed Renée his blood, turning her into a vampire. Viktor kept Renée at his side, letting the fledgling leave money for her brother and a note saying goodbye.

Then they moved to Europe in the daylight and night. Viktor explained to Renée what she was now - a vampire, the need to feed on human blood, and that they need not scurry about only at night like vermin (they were daywalkers). Over the course of a year, Renée mourned herself and her long-dead sister and leaving her brother alone. This mourning, resistance, and recklessness nearly got her killed three times that year. But she later accepted it and changed her name to Lily Fabron.

Her personality changed with the new-found freedom and strength. She was a quick learner and moved with her sire as they were nomads but for a large apartment in Paris. Renée fed and sometimes, killed. Lily began to take more of an interest in tinkering with clocks and metalwork again. She’s always been good with iron, steel, metals in general. She grew to love Viktor for his confidence and guidance. He was handsome as well. They seemed to balance each other and she could not see herself with anyone else.

In 1822, Lily and Viktor returned to the UK to look in on Louis. But she found out that not a year after leaving the money the first time, her brother had gone to America to seek work and fortune.

Resolved and at peace with her brother’s path, Lily stayed with Viktor and returned to Paris. In December 1850, she confessed her feelings for Viktor and their relationship moved from that of sire and childe to lovers. Viktor reciprocated Lily’s feelings.

Her life was peaceful and without a worry for nearly a century. But in the spring of 1917, Lily was hunting in a neighborhood in Paris when she caught the attention of a group of hunters. They chased her along the Seine until she hid and they lost sight of her.

After telling Viktor about the encounter with the hunters, the two of them moved to the small coastal town of Perpignan. For a year, they enjoyed the change and Mediterranean air. But then hunters, who had caught onto them in Paris, had found them.

Viktor was resting and Lily bathing when the three hunters broke in. They went after Viktor first. Lily pulled on her dress as she heard the commotion. Rushing to her sire’s bedroom, she saw the hunters restrain, impale and decapitate Viktor.

She rushed them - feeding on and killing two of them and incapacitating the third. But Lily was stabbed in the abdomen in the process. In shock over seeing Viktor, her sire and lover, killed, she fed off and drained the remaining hunter as it were nothing.

After a few moments, she crawled over to Viktor’s body and head to press a kiss to his lips. Lily buried her sire in the garden, cleaned herself up, redressed, gathered all of Viktor’s and her possessions, and ran.

Lily moved south along the coast, hiding in barns to sleep/regenerate, and crossed the border into Spain. She was numb - in shock of what had happened - but was in a survival state of mind. There she came across two nightwalker vampires who were on the run from hunters as well. Still a bit numb from what she escaped, Lily spoke with them and asked to journey with them.

With fake papers, she followed Edward and Eva to America. Lily was still in a delicate emotional state of mind and thought it would be best for her to find something to do with her time and avoid her grief. When the three of them found the traveling carnival in December 1918, Lily was hopeful and became the mechanic who made sure the vehicles and anything else that required such or even blacksmithing. She has a very small wagon with heavily curtained windows to herself located near Edward and Eva's.


At a Glance
Speaks fluent French and English
Still speaks with a French accent
Quiet natured for the most part
Watches people
Quite skilled at blacksmithing, mechanical repair


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