Post by Gabrielle de Lioncourt on Apr 1, 2013 16:20:48 GMT 1
This is my writing sample: (admin)
I was born in the year 1741. My father was an Italian aristocrat who betrothed me, his only daughter, to a young, handsome and adventurous marquis, ten years my senior. And so began my ill-fated mortality.
Imprisoned by marriage to the cold and crumbling walls of an ancient castle, my husband, who came from a long line of warrior aristocrats, was always off on an adventure. Once yearly he would come to visit me and then leave me once again bearing the weight of another child. It was a lonely existence, but you must understand, it was all I knew.
Desperate to keep my sanity in that desolate village I would spend days, which quickly turned into decades, in my room. My only outlet to the world a single stone window. And, in that room I would escape into my own adventures in the dusty pages of books and manuscripts.
I had no patience for my children. I never wanted them.
Oh yes, I loved them. Every one. But it was not the life that I wanted. It was in that lonely despair that I grew to despise them. Each of them, save my beautiful son Lestat.
Oh yes, my little Lestat. The rambunctious little boy that breathed life and laughter into that cold and forgotten castle. My son has written about my unwillingness to teach him to read. But, mon petite. That was only because I saw such potential in you. You my beautiful son would not be destined to the confines of any book! You my precious son, mon ange, were born to conquer the world, and you did! As I always knew you would.
Most recently I have made for myself a fledgling. A beautiful young daughter who I brought into our preternatural world much sooner than I had hoped to. A sister and grandfledgling to my beautiful son and sweet maker.
Much as I was born to darkness. I gave my one and only fledgling the dark gift on what would have been the last night of her mortal life. She is a sweet and innocent young thing. Too sweet. Too young. Too innocent.
And it is because of that sweet young innocence that I often leave.
Abandon my beloved new vampire child for months at a time. It is a cruel but necessary lesson that she must learn. That being, the ability to survive through detachment. A lesson my son once tried in vain desperation to teach his third fledgling. His sweet Louis.
But it is a lesson which must be taught because by our own nature we are predators
of the worst sort.
We live a life that only the beasts of the jungle can understand: Only the strong survive, and the weak and helpless only serve to provide a fine and exquisite cuisine to the lone and viscous vampire they might happen to cross paths with, one dark and lonely night.
But in my defense I am not altogether the cold and heartless pregnant dog I have often been portrayed as. "Am I sweet Marius? My sweet and sexy, tall and handsome secret lover. When shall we meet again? Tonight perhaps. Tis a full moon tonight cherie. A wonderful night for flying whilst in the midst of the blood swoon. Don't you think so my marble Adonis? Call me sweets. And I shall once again play Venus to your Adonis. You know what to do. Just put your lips together and blow."
Gabrielle de Lioncourt, Gabs for short. Le Marquise de Auvergne if you’re nasty.
BIO: Gabrielle de Lioncourt
MAKER: Her own son, Lestat de Lioncourt
MORTAL AGE: A lady never tells
PRETERNATUAL AGE: Just a little younger than her son
DISPOSITION: Literally a fly by the seat of her pants kinda gal, fun loving and having fun loving everything and everyone. Like her son, very possessive and known to have bouts of irrational rage. Known to disappear without a trace. Is most comfortable in the wild jungles of Africa. The Coven of the Articulate often wonders if she is not the infamous fictional character. "Sheena Queen of the Jungle" Loves to tease her dark brother, Louis, regarding his stubborn Victorian ways. But never considers him as a love interest. It would just be too weird. Calls Louis, "Dearest One" or my "Sons Beloved." Loves to tease him calling herself his mother in-law.
LOVE LIFE: Has many secret lovers among the Coven of the Articulate, particularly Marius. But due to strong preternatural instincts stays clear away from Santino and Armand. Armand because she is simply terrified of the little imp. She remembers too clearly Armands coven master days. Santino, for the same reason. Although he has been known to pursue her relentlessly. Although she stays clear from Armand. She will seductively attack his little fledgling, Daniel. On the occasions Armand leaves his fledgling to spend time with his own maker. (Daniel of course, being the wild modern child he is, never tells.) Being too possessive, dislikes menage a tois. (threesomes) But loves to mentally eavesdrop on the coven whilst they are in the midst of their vampiric romantic interludes. Keeps all her lovers a secret, using the mind gift to summon them telepathically. Dislikes mortal sex, having too many unpleasant memories of it when she was mortal. But loves to ravish her vampire lovers with sweet kisses and seductive caresses. Which often leaves them begging to be bitten.