Lysistra

Full name: Lysistra
Nicknames/Aliases: Lys,
Birthday: 29.06.1462
Age: 550
Gender: Female
Occupation: Headmistress
Nationality: Brazilian
Rumours: Her hair may be dyed. She has apparently killed 3 out of her 10 husbands. Some believe her to collect the blood of her husbands until she can find her soul mate.
Special Power(s): Blood control, Electricity, Empathy, Voice illusion, Precognition
Race: Vampire
House: Water
Money:
Magical objects: 10 wedding items from various ex-husbands.

Personality:

Appearance: Long blood red hair, falls from the crown of her hair down to her waist in soft silky waves. She usually has a miniature top tipped to one side, with a thin veil covering one eye. The miniature hat is of a material as silky as her pale skin and is adorned with several black feathers of the highest quality.
From beneath her veil and hair two purple eyes stare at you framed with long, dark lashes. Her eyebrows are delicately arched and as red as her hair.
Her nose is small and sharp, as is her full-liped petite mouth. These lips have been known to be able to lure all men. High cheekbones complete her face.
Her favourite colours are ebony and a deep, rich purple.
She wears clothes better known to those living in the 18th century. Her corsets are elaborate and cut perfectly to her size and shape. The clasps are of silver and each is intricately shaped.
Her skirts are layered and heavy. Over her corset and her skirts she wears a black long coat that hugs her abdomen but flares over her hips and skirts.
Her tall collar is held closed by a black ribbon which in turn is held in place by a beautiful cameo brooch with the silhouette of the artist who made it, a personal favourite among her victims.

Biography: As a young girl Lysistra was part of a coven. A coven of magic and religion. It was deeply rooted in history and had a long line of witches who had particularly strong magic. Lysistras path was water. Due to her environment she discovered the use of her magic early and it was encouraged and taught as soon as it blossomed into existence.
The coven was her entire life and she had no wish to leave as they were loving and all she knew.
It was around the time of her 15th birthday that she ventured outside of her coven by herself for the first time. While having visited the world outside the village the coven could call it's own several times before she had never had the chance to really explore it and stayed out long after she would usually have been outside.
Morning became noon which quickly became an early evening and was fast becoming night before Lysistra was on her way back to the coven. It was then that she met 'him' for the first time.
He came towards her on her path and as they passed he raised his hand to tip his hat at her. He was the very picture of tall, dark and handsome. Clad in clothes deepened to black in the poor light and a swirling cloak.
As Lysistra turned her head to look back at him, he stopped. She heard his voice for the first time and was instantly entranced. He was alluring, mysterious and undoubtedly different. That conversation only took a few minutes, but it affected the rest of her life deeply.
That evening she returned to her coven, but her mind stayed with the stranger. Over time they met several times and he gave her small gifts, words of seduction and powerful new ways to use her magic. Their odd relationship lasted years and she got ever more enthralled by him.
At 19 she was ready to do anything he asked, so when he asked her to marry him, which meant eloping from the coven, she agreed readily enough. Secretly she snuck out of the covens boundaries one night and met her mysterious lover where he had asked.
Expecting a marriage she was disappointed as when he bend forward to kiss her he gave her a kiss of death against her throat instead. Fangs sinking into her vein, Lysistra felt the life drain out of her and slipped into a long darkness.
When she awoke, she felt hunger. Thirst. The need covered all her senses. The sole focus of her new state was to quench the hunger no matter what it took, no matter who would suffer. It felt as if she spend hours this way. Unable to think of anything else. Unable to see anything but pulses ticking away under a thin veil of skin. Ticking away the time they had left as she hunted for the only thing that would quench the thirst she felt.
Lysistra never knew how much time had passed, no how she found herself back at the coven that had been her home. But now she found herself surrounded by them once more. Dead to the last baby.
More time faded into nothingness as what she had done ripped her apart on the inside. She never came to accept what she had done and after years of savage lusting for blood and passion she found a mission to keep her sane. Him. She would hunt him and do all she needed to find him.
She found something close to love several times, but none of them lasted long. Some she left, some she killed and some lost their hearts to her and were left crying at her heels. She scoured the entire world for the one who had ruined her life for years. One year she was in Brazil. The Amazon ruins there had attracted her in the hope that she would find the strength of the Amazon tribe so that she would be able to destroy him once she found him.
Here she met Merric. He shared her pain a little, his love had also been stolen. They killed her current husband and traveled the world together for a time before going separate ways, but their paths crossed multiple times. It was through his suggestion that she found Oderia school of magic and decided to take a break from the life she currently lived to teach. Maybe joining another 'coven' would be the way to find and horrible kill 'him'.