BLYTHE, AIMERI LARK

[Aimeri Lark Blythe]

AIMERI LARK BLYTHE
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F U L L N A M E:
Aimeri Lark Blythe
N I C K N A M E:
Aim, Aimee, Eri (only by close friends)
A G E:
Roughly 375 years old, though appears to be in her mid-twenties due to when she was changed.
B I R T H D A Y:
April 18, 1637
G E N D E R:
Female
S E X U A L A L I T Y:
Asexual
S T A T U S:
Single
U S E R G R O U P:
Adult vampire
O C C U P A T I O N:
History Teacher
A L I G N M E N T:
When Aimeri had been changed, and after she was able to control her newfound strength and urges, she first wanted to just make peace with the werewolves and humans. Over time, however, her mind has changed and now she wishes to keep humans as pets simply for feeding purposes and to exterminate anyone that threatens her kind, though will not show aggressiveness first.
C R E A T U R E I N F O:
She tries to get her blood from the blood bank or one of the couple of human slaves that the coven she's a part of keeps, but sometimes she will feed off of a live human in the town.

H E I G H T:
Five foot ten inches.
W E I G H T:
One hundred and thirty-six.
H A I R C O L O R:
A pale golden color.
E Y E C O L O R:
Dull green with a bit of a tint towards a more green-blue color.
S K I N T O N E:
Pale white.
O T H E R:
Whenever Aimeri really has nothing to do, it's easy to tell since she starts folding small origami animals.
F A C E C L A I M:
Emilie de Ravin

G E N E R A L - A P P E A R A N C E:
Aimeri has a slender build, but lean at the same time; it's not wise to underestimate her strength. She definately has enough to stick up for herself if she needs to. She stands at a good five foot ten and never more than that, since she hates to wear heels and you can usually find her in simple tennis shoes or sandals. As far as clothing goes, anything that's comfortable is what she'll wear: loose jeans, a tank top with a cardigan or see-through shirt over it. Or, if she doesn't plan on leaving her coven's house during the night, usually just a short-sleeved shirt and sweat pants will do. For her hair, she likes to keep it down and free to show off its length and beautiful, natural waves, though it's a pain to deal with when she does this. If her hair isn't down, usually it's up in a messy bun or a ponytail with bangs hanging over her forehead and on the sides of her face.

L I K E S:
-Talking about history, for sure. She enjoys history, especially the humans' history.
-Admiring artwork, especially art that is so realistic it's hard to tell whether it was drawn or photographed.
-Being with her coven. She enjoys to keep those like her close by.
D I S L I K E S:
- The sun. Definately the sun. Such an evil ball of gas and brightness.
-Getting into a fight without really wanting to.
-Having to feed off of a live human that isn't one of the slaves of her coven.
-Loneliness. She doesn't like being by herself for a long period of time.
S T R E N G T H S:
-She is leader-like, able to easily take the lead when there is no one else to do so. She won't fight to be the one in-charge, however, due to her passive-aggressiveness.
-Patience. She has all eternity.
W E A K N E S S E S:
-She tries to keep everyone happy at the same time, which can end up running her down and into the ground by doing so.
-Talking about history. Get her started, she could go on for a while. Usually this is the easiest way to get her distracted.

P E R S O N A L I T Y:
Courteous. Despite her old age, Aimeri is always respectful around all other vampires, whether older or younger than she is. She has good, polite manners and always speaks in a kind tone to new people. And she's civil--mostly.
Opinionated. The thoughts on Aimeri's mind often wage constant war with her need to be polite to other people. Though she may think many things, only half of them may come out of her mouth since she does not wish to say the wrong thing nor say something rude. And even then she usually doesn't speak everything, it's often just a toned-down version of whatever her thought was.
Considerate. Aimeri is always careful to keep other people on her mind. Since she is not the loner type, she does have a few friends, and she likes to keep their best interests in mind when she makes a choice or such that may affect them. Her need to make everyone happy is usually what drives this emotion to pop up. She'll do her best to consider everyone involved with a decision or choice before she makes it, but this can sway her opinion depending upon the situation and sometimes she ends up making bad choices.
Passive-aggressive. Aimeri will not go out seeking a fight, nor will she start one. And usually, if she can, she will keep herself out of any conflict if possible. She doesn't like arguing unless it's over something extremely important or if it involves her from the start; if someone tries to throw her into a situation or issue, then she'll do her best to brush it off and get away from it.
Steadfast. You don't want to get in this vampire's way once she's set her sights onto a goal or accomplishment. Once she has made a choice and is firm about it she will see it through to the bitter end. It's hard to change her mind once it's been made and she can get stubborn at that point, maybe slightly irritated, if you try to get her to change her mind after she chose what she did. She always keeps her oaths and promises to the best of her abilities.

M O T H E R:
Mirelda Blythe | 53 years old | Sewed together clothing from the cloth she spun. {dead}
F A T H E R:
Thomas Blythe | 50 years old | Worked as a blacksmith. {dead}
S I B L I N G S:
Connor Blythe | 47 | Did work as a blacksmith under his father but left in late-20s to live with his wife. {dead}
S I G N I F I C A N T O T H E R:
None currently.

H I S T O R Y:
Aimeri was born upon American soil, her parents having moved here from Europe due to wanting to have the freedom of religion. Aimeri's brother, Connor, was probably only a few years old by the time he stepped upon American soil.

She was raised by her mother, learning the ways of being a proper woman and learning how to sew and cook at a very young age. Her father and brother were often out in the forge that her father--along with some friends--had built themselves. They lived in a very small village, probably no more than one hundred people living in it, and it was a simple life. Aimeri had barely any worries as she stayed home with her mom, always enjoying the company of her family.

Time went on and eventually she knew she'd be old enough to find herself a man. Her mother set her up with a nice young man whom was a carpenter by the name of Hollis Nelson. Aimeri found it easy to get along with him and usually enjoyed to talk with him whenever they'd go for a walk around the town. But...she just wasn't interested. Although, she didn't dare tell her mother this, knowing the woman would be mad and disappointed. Her brother already had a woman, planning on marrying her, so Aimeri knew she had to do something.

At about the age of twenty-two or so, she agreed to marry Hollis, which made both him and her family very happy, though she still wasn't. But it was easy enough to put a smile on her face. But it kept getting harder and harder to keep up the facade every day and she was beginning to doubt how much longer she could keep it up. Almost every day she regretted making such a rediculous decision and almost every day she wished she could get out of it.

She was twenty-six when this new man arrived in the town, young, extremely handsome, and looking for work. Since Aimeri's brother had left the house, her father accepted him to teach him about blacksmithing. Aimeri often visited her parents and often saw the man there, sometimes having small conversations with him. His name was Malcolm Hunt. And he seemed like the only one that truly understood Aimeri's feelings. For some reason...she felt she could be open and honest with him, so long as her parents or husband weren't around. He sympathized with her and she enjoyed his concern and gentleness with her.

One day, when he had decided to go out to the market with her since her husband was busy working on a project, he suddenly asked her if she'd like to get out of the town, to go somewhere else, start over. Without even thinking about it, Aimeri said yes. And before she knew it, the two were off on some abandoned street out of plain sight of a wandering person. And suddenly his fangs had sunk into her flesh. She wasn't much aware of what was going on, and when he suddenly held a bleeding wrist up to her mouth, she fed from it without thinking. That's when the pain started.

After that, her memories were a blur. She knew the transformation had taken about two days and after that she was wild and uncontrollable as Malcolm tried to keep her calm. It was a rough fight for the first year or two before Aimeri began to get her common sense back. And that was when she wondered what in the world she had just gotten into. What was happening to her? Or, rather, what had happened to her? Was she dead? Alive? Both?

She was always thirsty, very thirsty. Malcolm kept her in the basement of his home "for your own safety" and would bring her drinks that were made of a deep red liquid. She never knew what it was at first and would always gulp it down when he brought them.

At the beginning of her third year, and when she was in a much stabler state, Malcolm finally explained to her what he had done: he had turned her into a vampire. She had heard many stories about them, about how they survived on human blood and couldn't walk in the sun. She burst into tears when he told her all of this since she just couldn't believe she had turned into...a monster. A beast. Something unnatural.

It took many years for her to cope with her new self, to understand it, to utilize it. Aimeri always felt a small bubble of hatred permenantly attatched to the bottom of her stomach because of Malcolm, but she never expressed her anger due to her personality and because, well...he had done her a favor, in a sense. She no longer had to deal with Hollis or her family. She could leave the village. She could have a new life, one she wanted.

When that day came to finally leave, she was reluctant slightly, wanting to say good-bye to her family, but Malcolm told her not to and she didn't argue for long since she saw it as a hopeless cause. She left behind her life to embrace a new one of blood and night, of strength and speed. She sometimes enjoyed her new life as a vampire while at other times she hated it.

And so, after about a century, she left Malcolm to go out on her own, to seek out somewhere to be with more than just one vampire; he didn't come with her since he was more of a loner, much unlike herself. Aimeri continued on to live as the world changed around her and she was always so interested in how the humans built and created new things. Sometimes she thinks the time has gone so fast from when they travelled by horse and dirt to now car and concrete; from sails and paddles to engines and turbines. Always she remembers how different the present is, and then tells herself how much better she likes it than her human life.

A couple of decades after leaving Malcolm's side, Aimeri found herself upon a coven, whom happily welcomed her in when she asked to join. They were very kind back then, polite and civil. Things have changed much since then, and now that the coven has moved itself to this small town, things are just growing tenser by the day.

N A M E/A L I A S:
Xyleusyl (pronounced as zie-loo-sill), but I'll go by Xyle, Xy, Leu, or whatever else you feel like calling me.
A G E:
Seventeen currently.
G E N D E R:
A femaaaaaale.
R P - E X P E R I A N C E:
Uh....hum...That's a darn good question. I dunno, maybe four and a half years now?
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