The room is dark. Not pitch black, but dark enough that, upon entering, the first thing one would notice is not the sights of the books perched on the shelves, or the magical artifacts littering them, nor the efforts the inhabitant of this place made to turn it into a one-room-home.
It would be the smell. Calming incense, with a wild, harsh note from dried herbs, the addictive smell of old books, paper decomposing, telling of past stories. Life and death and something in between.
The room has been their home and prison for years now, for Meister and Monster.
It's clear from the presence of a neat little bed, the nest that hosts Meister's nightmares and dreams. The first years they were mostly of the first kind, but familiarity breeds a sort of comfort, even when you decide to self-relegate to a single room for the rest of your life, so that the cursed entity you bound yourself to can never be unleashed upon the world.
There's a little kitchen, a little studio, even a fancy area designed to have tea.
The warlock and his monster are having a cup each right now, sitting from one another, having a civil conversation. They don't forget easily their roles, but an external observer would have trouble framing Meister as their captor, and Monster as his tormentor.
The warlock is grateful that today Monster decided to respect his space, rather than hang by his shoulders like a monstruous mantle; perhaps it's true even for Monster, that familiarity bred comfort.
«We're not as vicious as we used to be» Observes Monster, almost amusedly. When it sips from its cup, the action is silent and polite.
Meister is not surprised its thoughts are echoing his own. After eleven years of living forcibly together, they are regrettably in tune.
«Are you complaining?»
«It's a mere observation»
«We can't have much. Peace is a start» Says Meister back, looking down at the caramel-colored liquid.
«We could have everything»
«If only we could get out of here»
«If only we could get out of here» Agrees Monster. Its temptations and Meister's threats are an old song and dance, and neither of them is as irked as they should be of chirping that tune anymore.
«Except we can. It's all in your hands» Resumes Monster
«I can. You cannot» amends Meister «You can't because I won't allow you. I will not because I refuse to let you loose on the world»
«Don't you miss what is outside? You've gone almost blind sitting here without ever seeing the sun». Monster's voice is charming, in its own way, with a buzzing, raspy quality to it that is dangerous and endearing. A faraway swarm of bees.
«Of course I do» Says the man, chastisingly. Meister is using the tone of voice that he used for his children, when they were much younger and asked for something they knew they couldn't have. Too much sweets, staying awake too late past their bedtime.
«One minute. You could peek your head out and be back before anyone could even notice. Just a flight of stairs and you could prepare your daughter's breakfast up there, see her put on her little backpack, and go out of the door»
«Ah, you know me well. What I wouldn't give...»
«Not even the effort of a couple steps it seems». Monster derides him, its voice becomes mean, like every time it gets impatient. It doesn't like to be denied.
Meister misses the outside world. He misses being able to follow his children out of the room, to be sure that they are doing alright. They're everything to him.
After school they will bring him news from their day, and ingredients for him to prepare them a meal. Sometimes they surprise him with a book haul, magic or not. After all, all books are magic in their own way. Even the pitifully ugly ones, those he can read for his kids aloud and laugh with them about, even those can create stories and fond memories.
He would die for his son and daughter. He doesn't even need to question that; which is why just waiting in a room doesn't seem so bad compared to the alternative.
Meister puts down his cup on the elegant tea table in front of them and rises from his seat.
«Are you done?» Asks the man, hinting at the tea.
«Never» answers the creature, referring to something else entirely.
They still understand each other, with no need for further explanations.
Meister gets both of their cups and goes to the sink to rinse them. He makes pancakes in silence. Their delicious smell somehow mixes well with the one that already permeated the room.
A series of little quick steps patters down the stairs, and both Meister and Monster raise their heads at once, as hares that perceive the presence of an hunting dog.
It's not a predator. It's Danni, the warlock's daughter; she's only twelve years old, and she looks minuscule with her red backpack on.
The creature is nearest, so Danni greets it first, with a kiss on the cheek.
«Hi, Dad's Monster!»
«Hello there, sweetheart»
«Hi Dad!». She trots over to her father to plant a kiss on his cheek as well.
«Hello, little possum». He hands her a dish with the pancakes and she squeals happily.
«Awww, you're the best, Dad!»
«Is Phantom coming down?»
«Yeah, in a minute»
«He will be late for school» he says, making a face, and picks up a smartphone that's nestled between a patch of black candles and knitting equipment. He needs to keep himself busy.
Phantom, his elder son, joins them after being summoned through texting. He's seventeen, strong and handsome, with dark hair and his father's blue eyes.
He's not nearly as affectionate with the Monster, but greets him from afar, polite enough. He's not like Danni, who seems to have an innate fascination for everything that could be considered scary; besides, Monster was already there when she was a toddler, and they quickly grew fond of each other.
Familiarity.
Before his kids go, Meister checks that Francis, the artifact doll he gifted his daughter when she was five, is still working fine, and controls that all the hidden sygils in Phantom's pockets and backpack work.
Both of his children accept a hug and kiss him on the cheeks again before they leave for school, and it takes all the willpower their father has not to go after them.
Sometimes he thinks that he's already descended into madness a long time ago. If he screamed nonsense at the walls and tried to fight Monster, maybe, if he acted insane in an insane situation, there could still be hope for him. Instead, he goes to sit on the couch and lets Monster approach him from behind, and put its chin on his shoulder to look at the book he has opened.
He lets it take a pancake from his pile and munch on it.
Meister had several grimoires he intends to re-read, but this time he just picked up a collection of entertaining spooky tales.
«One day I'll get out of here anyway» Says Monster, looking at the pages. The children's visit must have calmed it down, because there's no meanness in its voice now. «And when I do, what will you have gained from all of it? A life of deprivations, of us sinking our teeth into each other, and then I'll just slit your throat for your troubles».
Meister makes a non-committal noise, just enough to be polite and make the other know he was listening.
«Perhaps» The man concedes, putting on his reading glasses «Or perhaps I'll find a strong enough banishing spell first, and you'll be the one left with nothing but a handful of years trying to inflict mysery on others, before you get sent to oblivion»
«And I'll be free of you» they say at the same time.
Monster goes around the couch to sit down, comfortably close to the warlock. They both read together, in silence. Their reading speed was almost matching, but Meister was just slightly quicker: Monster liked to go back and re-read the paragraphs it had enjoyed. The man flips the page only when he knows that both are done.
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lunedì 8 maggio 2023
Gargoyles vs ChatGPT
It seems that ChatGPT knows NOTHING about the tv show “Gargoyles” and tends to... invent a lot of things. We tried to correct some of these errors in the beginning, to tell the AI "Hey, this is not exactly what happened in the episode", but in the end we thought... but yeah.. why not indulge, then?
So here is the TV series "Gargoyles", narrated by ChatGPT.
1. Talk me about love... in a weird and wrong way... and why is Angela there? (Also, loving the “Blind date Owen Burnett”. We’ll talk about that later.).
2. He loves redheads... and Margot Yale, I guess?
(Also, Owen weeping in a corner because he got replaced by Margot).
3. Okay, okay, this is the plot of a fanfic. Which of you wrote this?
4. Uhm... this Alexander's "origin story" is all wrong, but, oh, okay. Now we know the power of the Cauldron of life (???).
5. An epic Dragonball style fight between Titania and Fox! We... we didn't remember this.
6. Ah, that time in "Eye of the Beholder", in which Lexington saves Matt Bluestone with an helicopter, from the evil Demona...
7. The perfect man?
8. Don't like "The Goliath Chronicles"? Worse for you: you’ll miss the fabulous cameo of... Scrooge McDuck?
sabato 26 febbraio 2022
Destinybreakers
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Destinybreakers
(Fatum praedo)
▸ Rarity classification: 13
▸ Conservation status: Not assessed species▸ Distribution: All over the terrestrial globe
Inside the magic society, these creatures were always considered to be an unsolvable riddle and only known by few: beings that with their existence question the base itself of every phisical, genetical or chemical law, so strange to seem simply impossible.
In short, the power of a destinybreaker is that to make the lowest chances come true, and not only that... but to make them all come true together. All the other magical creatures have powers that influence the organic world or some kind of elemental magic, while the destinybreakers operate in the mysterious world of the possibilities, weaving the web of the universe; and this is already an effect of their power, because how many chances could there be that the magic of one living creature could influence the statistich sphere of events?
The powers of a destintybreaker happen passively and continuously (the world around them changes all the time thanks to their only presence) and they're unable of any kind of active defense, but they let themselves be dragged by the least probable events (usually those which have less than the 5% of possibilty to happen, but in very stressful situations they may reach the 0,01%, and with an exceptional effort, even the spectacular realization of the impossible).
In short, the power of a destinybreaker is that to make the lowest chances come true, and not only that... but to make them all come true together. All the other magical creatures have powers that influence the organic world or some kind of elemental magic, while the destinybreakers operate in the mysterious world of the possibilities, weaving the web of the universe; and this is already an effect of their power, because how many chances could there be that the magic of one living creature could influence the statistich sphere of events?
The powers of a destintybreaker happen passively and continuously (the world around them changes all the time thanks to their only presence) and they're unable of any kind of active defense, but they let themselves be dragged by the least probable events (usually those which have less than the 5% of possibilty to happen, but in very stressful situations they may reach the 0,01%, and with an exceptional effort, even the spectacular realization of the impossible).
The simple presence of one of these creatures near someone fitting in a prophecy is enough to have that prediction completely nullified; and here you have chosen ones dying, tyrants destined to die becoming immortals, terrible singers becoming popular and saints dedicated to the slaughter of innocents.
Destinybreakers, as you have understood by now, are extremely dangerous creatures, but since very few know of their existence, no one tries to hunt or stop them, also because in order to hunt a destinybreaker, one should find a way to... recognize it!
How many are the chances that inside the same species all of the individuals have different shapes? Very low of course! And, clearly, this chance couldn't help but concretize inside this, we can say it, pretty unlikely species.
How many are the chances that inside the same species all of the individuals have different shapes? Very low of course! And, clearly, this chance couldn't help but concretize inside this, we can say it, pretty unlikely species.
► Appearance
Destinybreakers generally resemble reptiles or amphibians, and they can have absolutely normal looks, that can be mistaken for non-magical animals, or possess multiple limbs, an uneven number of fingers, double tails or other assorted oddities.
They're often grey and fuchsia or purple, and their size can vary from the 10-12 to the 55 cm in length, with an exceptionally variable weight. In some case the destinybreakers show strange halos or exhale smoke from their mouths.
► Reproduction
Destinybreakers don't need to mate, however, when they have to lay eggs they prefer doing so with some company.
When the conditions are ideal for reproduction, destinybreakers suddenly start to fly (and yeah, they're not equipped with wings) and shout with thunderous voice when they see another of the same species, approaching them. In less than a hour, while the destinybreakers float serene, "chatting" together, a storm breaks loose and that's the moment when the two specimens start flying one around the other doing abstruse acrobacies, while they expel thousands of minuscule light eggs that fall with the rain in the sea under them.
After only 48 hours, the eggs start hatching and tiny grey tadpoles come out of them, attaching with their litte sucker mouth to the substrate.
Their complete growth cycle is mysterious and not well documented, but it is believed that the hatchlings go through nire than 150 metamorphosis before reaching, after 500 years, their final form.
The tadpoles and all of their transformations have pretty bland magic powers and must survive only thanks to their natural abilities; that's why only one in 10.000 little destinybreakers will become and adult and reproduce.
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lunedì 13 dicembre 2021
Character - Sir Mikhail
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Species: Carnalis demon (Daemonium carnalis rex)
Complete name: Sir Mikhail Esuriens
Gender: Male
Height: 220 cm
Body Type: Long and slender
Occupation: Teacher at the Accademonia academy , lord of the Esuriens wine lands
Smells like: A complex mixture of blood, liqueur wine, leather, floral scents, liquorice and a very delicate after-smell of semen
Smells like: A complex mixture of blood, liqueur wine, leather, floral scents, liquorice and a very delicate after-smell of semen
S.O.: Omnisexual
Noble rank: Templar knight of Seduction
Hometown: Firenze (Florence), ItalyNoble rank: Templar knight of Seduction
Appears in: The Accademonia saga, The Carnalis (comic), Bad Bitch Bites Back (audiostory),
Lawful evil | Judge | Knight
Long boi | Mikhail, you don't eat friends! | Hunger | Hentai tentacles |
Notes:
- His mouth seems almost normal when closed and he is able to speak using only the middle part, as if they were the lips of a human being, but when it is fully open it is much wider than that of a human.
- Wanna draw him naked? In suggestive scenes? Shipping him with your character? GOOD! You can do that. NSFW of him is allowed ;)
Lord of Wine and BDSM
Sir Mikhail is a carnalis demon and like all of his kind has two main interests: food and sex. In his case, he prefers a little more food: if he can get paid with a few pounds of human flesh, a couple of crates of 1846 amontillado (or maybe a nice fresh soul), he prefers these to a night of passion. Unfortunately, the 1846 amontillado is not very often available and the people who summon Sir Mikhail for his services, obviously, prefer not to give him shreds of their own flesh, so they almost always pay him... er... in the second way. And when it comes to "intimacy", Mikhail is someone who really fits everything. A gentleman in the classroom, a monster in bed, capable of unbridled enjoyment of the smell of sweat, flesh, blood, and all forms of pain. Yes, even of his own. Could this be why his back is covered with a cascade of scars that disfigure him (and which in public are always covered by elegant suits)?
A strange friend
Sir Mikhail loves company, physical closeness and loves both making friends with new people and cultivating the relationships he already has, whether they are with a slightly too hot-tempered hellhound princess or with his half-breed cousins, but because of his upbringing and the typical nature of his species, to others he feels often… disturbing. His theatrical mannerisms, his deep voice and the truly scary appearance of him do not help him make himself understood and make him instead sound pretty threatening. "You are so cute, I would eat you!", Said by him, always seems to have a literal meaning.
Accademonia Teacher
Sir Mikhail is one of the most successful seductive demons, despite his not quite suave appearance... better than him, apparently, there are only a few incubus and succubus (which he hates). However, Incubus and succubus are naturally beautiful and seductive, so they do not use particular techniques and could not teach anything at the Academy, in which Mikhail holds the prestigious chair of Temptation and Excess. And he is rightly proud of it.
Battle form
The carnalis are not demons particularly versed in active magic and cannot change profoundly, but like almost all major demons they are capable of partially transforming if they are in grave danger or if they are in a state of uncontrolled anger. Sir Mikhail is, of course, no exception: in his so-called "battle form" the hair (which is thick and hollow inside) stands on end like thorns, the bones of the spine lengthen and protrude outside of his body, piercing the skin, the tentacles rise and become momentarily stronger, the mouth opens completely, starting to salivate copiously and making him look terrifying. Mikhail, however, does not like to be seen like this...
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Trivia
- His mother language is an Old Italian variant that took roots in Hell, developed between the end of 1200 and beginning of 1300, which was baptized "Stilnovo" (a name derivative from the Italian literary movement Dolce Stil Novo). Sir Mikhail also speaks current Italian, Latin and some Greek, but no English.
- He needs to eat almost all the time, but he likes to prepare his own food.
- He hardly ever wears "normal" underwear and instead has a collection of lingerie, leather underwear and other assorted oddities, which he always wears under impeccable suits.
| He likes | He dislikes |
❤ Red wines, in particular liqueur and structured ones
❤ Sadomasochism ❤ Italian food ❤ Lingerie ❤ Castles ❤ Make friends with people who are very different from him | 💔 Incubus and succubus demons
💔 His inability to change shape 💔 Having to keep his mouth shut for too long 💔 People who only summon him for sex, offering him other sex as payment 💔 Fast for more than two hours 💔 The cold |
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Skills
[Possible levels: disaster | beginner | mediocre | good | very good | excellent | master]
| Physical | - Sight in low light conditions (very good) - Selective sense of taste (excellent) - Smell (excellent) - Pushing strength (excellent) - Traction strength (very good / excellent) - Pain resistance (master) - Running (very good) - Saliva that sharpens and improves the sensory perceptions of those who ingest it (excellent) - Quick regeneration (very good / excellent) - Resistance to cold (disaster) | |
| Language | - Latin (very good in speaking, excellent in writing and understanding) - Modern Italian (very good in speaking, excellent in writing and understanding) - Old Italian (excellent in speaking, comprehension and writing) - Greek (beginner in speaking / comprehension, disaster in writing) | |
| Music | - Piano (very good) notes: also played with the tentacles! - Contrabass flute (very good) - Singing (very good) | |
| Magic | - Drawing /activating seals (very good/excellent) - Potions (very good) | |
| Misc. | - Cooking pasta (very good) - Cooking meat (excellent/master) - Making wines (excellent/master) - Make friends (beginner/mediocre) - Seducing humans (very good/excellent) - Teaching (very good / excellent) - Calm down others (disaster/beginner) - Taking care of horses (very good) |
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lunedì 26 aprile 2021
Character - John Fox
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John Fox
Species: Human (Homo sapiens sapiens)
Full name: John D. Fox
Nicknames: Johnny White-hat, Old fox, Parsley (by his group of friends), Lord of Fashion (ironically, by Thomas Wolf)
Gender: male
Height: 1,92 m
Weight: 110 kg
Body type: He's strong but not definite: his muscles are covered by body fat
Occupation: Broker, knight for the Ancient Dragonery
Smells like: Old paper, chili pepper, vanilla and leather
Nationality: USA
Appears in: Autobiografia forse romanzata di un drago dorato (book) | Scontramondi 1. La pietra delle fonti (book-non canonic) |
Lawful Evil | Enamoured with money |
John is a sly, jovial
person that laughs frequently, with an expressive "rubber" face. Behind
his seemingly open nature and his friendliness, he hides a visceral greed,
that few are aware of.
When he becomes nervous, he's used keeping himself busy doing calculations in his mind, as mathematics seems to relax him.
He likes to perform physical work but can be terribly lazy in managing
to complete something if he doesn't think he'll have a very positive
outcome from it.
John is almost always on the same wavelength as his greedy dragon Dollaro,
but can be less open-minded than him and quick to judge others and
whole other species (such as werewolves and lycanthropes, that he
despises and of which he's very afraid) just from few encounters. It's
very difficult to make him change his mind about the labels he
previously put.
He likes attention and basically to get taken care
of by his friends, if not for a couple of tasks, like cooking and
handling finances, that he likes to do because he's really good at it.
| Likes | Dislikes |
❤ Money ❤ GOLD ❤ Mathematics ❤ Classy ties ❤ Cooking ❤ Games, especially card games ❤ Shiny objects ❤ Pink gemstones ❤ His friend Mark McWoodland | 💔 Werewolves 💔 Lycanthropes 💔 Snakes (Phobia) 💔 Dark clothes 💔 Being (even slightly) hungry 💔 Long-term changes to his lifestyle |
Skills
| Physical | - Fast running (good) - Weightlifting (good/very good) - Boxing/standing fight (good) - Wrestling (good/very good) - Loud whistling (very good) - Walking for long distances (very good/excellent) - Swimming (good) | |||||||||
| Language | - Hornian (mediocre in written and spoken, good in comprehension) - USA English (good in written and spoken, very good in comprehension) | |||||||||
| Musical |
- Singing (good) - Playing harmonica (good) | |||||||||
| Magical | - Mind reading (mediocre) - Casting various spells - generic - (mediocre) - Magical energy attack (very good) - Breaking sygils (mediocre) - Magical shields (mediocre/good) - Mental bond with his dragon (very good) - Hypnosis (disaster/beginner) | |||||||||
| Miscellanea | - Cooking (good/very good)
- Distinguishing counterfeit banknotes (good/very good) - Math calculation (very good) - Managing money (very good/excellent) - Keeping secrets (excellent) - Being diplomatic (good) - Memory (very good/excellent) - Flirting (good) - Weird flirting (very good/excellent) - Repairing broken stuff - generic (good/very good)
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giovedì 10 settembre 2020
Character - Girasolemma Contessa
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Species: common vampire
Full name: Girasolemma Contessa (Hyerasolem Bora before marriage)
Appears in: Il Viaggio dove?! |
Personal backstory
Childhood
Girasolemma was born in Tel Aviv (Turkey) from Fraccio and Joyce Bora, a wealthy merchant and an housewife.
Hyerasolem, which means Jerusalem in Latin, is baptized with this name in honor of the destination that most of all brought her father riches among his travels.
She has an easy, comfortable childhood thanks to Fraccio's excellent trades which bring wealth to the family, under the attentions of a vain, sometimes severe mother and a gruff father who spoils his baby rotten and tries to never make her lack anything, promising to give her a first-class education and a comfortable life. Hyerasolem spends her first years convinced that she and her mother are the only attractive looking females in the neighborhood, and despised whoever isn't family.
She has been educated from the age of six by a private teacher in financial straits who, despite being annoyed to death by her, must bear through it in silence since the lessons always happen under the eyes of at least one of the parents who won't forgive him if he ever scolded their daughter.
At the age of eight, her younger brother Jussef was born. She disdainfully gives him the nickname "Snot" because he catches a terrible cold as a newborn that worries both parents, but she's not concerned at all, since she sees him only as a wrinkled and unnerving thing that steals the attentions of mom and dad.
At the age of ten she starts a public school, because her father thinks it is important for her to learn how to negotiate (and also socialize, we guess) with other children of her age.
As soon as she realizes that she's bigger and stronger than most children her age, Hyerasolem begins bullying her little classmates indiscriminately, demanding money and food and beating them up at every occasion, eventually earning the title of "People-exploiter". When one of her classmates has the courage to report her to one of her teachers, Hyerasolem is suspended for two months and forced to repeat the school year. She comes out of middle school at fourteen, with average grades obtained with effort and sweat, and mark only slightly higher in Geography and English. She discovers only then that the world isn't actually supposed to be a blur of colors, as she had seen it up until now, and she's given a pair of glasses that disgust her but at least give a sense to the hazy panorama of her surroundings.
Adolescence
Once out of middle school, she decides to go to a Professional Institute to complete a multi-year course and become a chef at the end of her studies; she receives room and board from the Institute itself (provided a good payment, of course). Her roommate, Samantho, becomes her best friend during her time in high school. By the school rules she shouldn't have shared the room with her, but the only one who knows her secret is Hyerasolem herself: Samantho, physically, is a boy! In exchange for keeping her secret, the transgender friend teaches her to play the piccolo flute in the safety of their bedroom, a skill in which Hyerasolem excels but of which she is ashamed the moment she knows all the secrets of the instrument.
While Hyerasolem excels at playing piccolo, she's instead a dragon in the kitchen. Meaning she puts the kitchen on fire.
Samantho surpasses her in class without batting an eye and finishes school with honors, managing to open the restaurant she has always wanted and to have enough money to be able to afford the operation she's longed for so much and become (probably) the first woman in the world to be called "Samantho". Hyerasolem, on the other hand, is rejected every year and at the age of seventeen she drops off of school. Without a degree, the young woman only finds bad jobs or jobs that don't live up to her high expectations, which she disdainfully refuses. It's around this time that she finally converted to contact lenses.
Adult life
Hyerasolem returns home and starts living off her parents' shoulders again, getting closer to the Muslim faith for a while before returning to a certain detachment regarding religious matters that will never be filled again. She forms a young group of friends called "The Lil' Ducks", which also includes the now very busy Samantho, with whom she spends her free time walking boldly through the streets of the city, chasing fun.
She keeps disregarding her little brother Jussef, who's an excellent student and a mild-tempered boy, but she finally accepts a new job assignment at twenty-four years, after a violent quarrel with a friend of the Lil' Ducks: a job that will lead her to being a waitress away from Tel Aviv. Her parents oppose at first, but then yield for her sake and hope that, more than the libertine Hyerasolem, her brother will be successful and serious.
She greets friends and relatives, packs her bags and goes to the Black Cat, a badly reputed club located in New York. Already giving her up for dead, her parents sell all the clothes she forgot home.
In America, the young woman is ashamed to present herself as a blind Turkish girl (her words), and thus changes her name to Girasolemma (?), convinced that it's the correct Western adaptation of her name, and wears red contact lenses to be more showy and adapt to this new land, convinced that they'll have the same effect as the transparent ones.
Since they don't, she thinks she's now incurable, but she keeps the lenses because she likes the color and dyes her hair red to match her eyes.
Among the tables of the Black Cat, she meets Pascale Contessa, a sweet little man that's enough of a doormat to fall in love with a tyrant like her.
The two get engaged after three months of acquaintance and get married the following year, since Girasolemma was in a hurry to be a kept woman and stop working. So, at the age of twenty-five, the Contessa family, complete with their newborn baby, moves to Maryland, Baltimore. Little Vampirella was born there (Pascale had no say in the matter regarding the name), and will be their only daughter.
When the baby is one year old, Girasolemma meets another neo-parent who has recently arrived in city, a certain Friedrich Jankauskas: their strollers collide and from that day on for all the following years they'll bicker to exhaustion.
Fourteen years later, when she's already madly in love with her credit card and has long been living a stable and happy life despite being a hysterical tyrant, Girasolemma and her daughter Vampirella are attacked by a mysterious man during a night walk back home (from a night club, where Vampirella entered illegally pretending to be an adult).
She ends up in the hospital, and the man visits her three times more by entering the window during night time, feeding on her blood and forcing her to drink his.
Girasolemma collapses into a coma, suffering excruciatingly, and when she wakes up she discovers that she got back that sight she thought incurable, and gained a supernatural strength, an allergy to garlic, an excessively easy to melt in sun skin and a nice thirst for blood. She had become a vampire.
Now she can fight with Friedrich, who's also a vampire, forever.
Trivia:
⬝ Her favorite table game is the Mercante in Fiera (Merchant in Fair), an Italian kind of lottery game, that she always manages to win putting to "good" use her education as a fraudulent merchant and her mild mind-reading powers.
⬝ Her favorite tv shows are "Pawn Stars" and "Uomini e Donne", which is an Italian program her husband introduced her to and of which she loves the possibility of shouting swear words in Turkish to the "throne-holders", (they don't hear you anyway).
⬝ Like all vampires, she has an horrible memory, but she hates memos.
⬝ She's unable to pass any object to another person without smashing it in their face. If she needs to give you something, that's how she does it. Everyone in her family knows that if she arranges a meal it's better to go take their own dish by themselves, and that's why it's Pascale that cooks more often than not. She was once hired as a bricklayer, but she was fired on the spot because of an accident with a colleague who asked her to pass him a brick.
⬝ Coming out of her chef course, she has an instinctive contempt for all talented chefs apart from Samantho.
⬝ She's a self-centered, compulsive shopaholic.
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Species: common vampire
Full name: Girasolemma Contessa (Hyerasolem Bora before marriage)
Gender: woman
Height/weight: 1,68 m / 75 kg
Body type: square shoulders, wide hips, compact
Age at first appearence: 43 years old (in the book "Il Viaggio dove?!")
Birth date: 17/11/1972
Zodiac sign: scorpio
Zodiac sign: scorpio
Occupation: Bricklayer
(former), Waitress (former), Trophy wife occasionally involvedi with illegal practices -- so tecnichally unemployed.
Smells like: sunflower, silk, and an hint of dead body.
Nationality: Turkish (former), USA citizenAppears in: Il Viaggio dove?! |
Personal backstory
Childhood
Girasolemma was born in Tel Aviv (Turkey) from Fraccio and Joyce Bora, a wealthy merchant and an housewife.
Hyerasolem, which means Jerusalem in Latin, is baptized with this name in honor of the destination that most of all brought her father riches among his travels.
She has an easy, comfortable childhood thanks to Fraccio's excellent trades which bring wealth to the family, under the attentions of a vain, sometimes severe mother and a gruff father who spoils his baby rotten and tries to never make her lack anything, promising to give her a first-class education and a comfortable life. Hyerasolem spends her first years convinced that she and her mother are the only attractive looking females in the neighborhood, and despised whoever isn't family.
She has been educated from the age of six by a private teacher in financial straits who, despite being annoyed to death by her, must bear through it in silence since the lessons always happen under the eyes of at least one of the parents who won't forgive him if he ever scolded their daughter.
At the age of eight, her younger brother Jussef was born. She disdainfully gives him the nickname "Snot" because he catches a terrible cold as a newborn that worries both parents, but she's not concerned at all, since she sees him only as a wrinkled and unnerving thing that steals the attentions of mom and dad.
At the age of ten she starts a public school, because her father thinks it is important for her to learn how to negotiate (and also socialize, we guess) with other children of her age.
As soon as she realizes that she's bigger and stronger than most children her age, Hyerasolem begins bullying her little classmates indiscriminately, demanding money and food and beating them up at every occasion, eventually earning the title of "People-exploiter". When one of her classmates has the courage to report her to one of her teachers, Hyerasolem is suspended for two months and forced to repeat the school year. She comes out of middle school at fourteen, with average grades obtained with effort and sweat, and mark only slightly higher in Geography and English. She discovers only then that the world isn't actually supposed to be a blur of colors, as she had seen it up until now, and she's given a pair of glasses that disgust her but at least give a sense to the hazy panorama of her surroundings.
Adolescence
Once out of middle school, she decides to go to a Professional Institute to complete a multi-year course and become a chef at the end of her studies; she receives room and board from the Institute itself (provided a good payment, of course). Her roommate, Samantho, becomes her best friend during her time in high school. By the school rules she shouldn't have shared the room with her, but the only one who knows her secret is Hyerasolem herself: Samantho, physically, is a boy! In exchange for keeping her secret, the transgender friend teaches her to play the piccolo flute in the safety of their bedroom, a skill in which Hyerasolem excels but of which she is ashamed the moment she knows all the secrets of the instrument.
While Hyerasolem excels at playing piccolo, she's instead a dragon in the kitchen. Meaning she puts the kitchen on fire.
Samantho surpasses her in class without batting an eye and finishes school with honors, managing to open the restaurant she has always wanted and to have enough money to be able to afford the operation she's longed for so much and become (probably) the first woman in the world to be called "Samantho". Hyerasolem, on the other hand, is rejected every year and at the age of seventeen she drops off of school. Without a degree, the young woman only finds bad jobs or jobs that don't live up to her high expectations, which she disdainfully refuses. It's around this time that she finally converted to contact lenses.
Adult life
Hyerasolem returns home and starts living off her parents' shoulders again, getting closer to the Muslim faith for a while before returning to a certain detachment regarding religious matters that will never be filled again. She forms a young group of friends called "The Lil' Ducks", which also includes the now very busy Samantho, with whom she spends her free time walking boldly through the streets of the city, chasing fun.
She keeps disregarding her little brother Jussef, who's an excellent student and a mild-tempered boy, but she finally accepts a new job assignment at twenty-four years, after a violent quarrel with a friend of the Lil' Ducks: a job that will lead her to being a waitress away from Tel Aviv. Her parents oppose at first, but then yield for her sake and hope that, more than the libertine Hyerasolem, her brother will be successful and serious.
She greets friends and relatives, packs her bags and goes to the Black Cat, a badly reputed club located in New York. Already giving her up for dead, her parents sell all the clothes she forgot home.
In America, the young woman is ashamed to present herself as a blind Turkish girl (her words), and thus changes her name to Girasolemma (?), convinced that it's the correct Western adaptation of her name, and wears red contact lenses to be more showy and adapt to this new land, convinced that they'll have the same effect as the transparent ones.
Since they don't, she thinks she's now incurable, but she keeps the lenses because she likes the color and dyes her hair red to match her eyes.
Among the tables of the Black Cat, she meets Pascale Contessa, a sweet little man that's enough of a doormat to fall in love with a tyrant like her.
The two get engaged after three months of acquaintance and get married the following year, since Girasolemma was in a hurry to be a kept woman and stop working. So, at the age of twenty-five, the Contessa family, complete with their newborn baby, moves to Maryland, Baltimore. Little Vampirella was born there (Pascale had no say in the matter regarding the name), and will be their only daughter.
When the baby is one year old, Girasolemma meets another neo-parent who has recently arrived in city, a certain Friedrich Jankauskas: their strollers collide and from that day on for all the following years they'll bicker to exhaustion.
Fourteen years later, when she's already madly in love with her credit card and has long been living a stable and happy life despite being a hysterical tyrant, Girasolemma and her daughter Vampirella are attacked by a mysterious man during a night walk back home (from a night club, where Vampirella entered illegally pretending to be an adult).
She ends up in the hospital, and the man visits her three times more by entering the window during night time, feeding on her blood and forcing her to drink his.
Girasolemma collapses into a coma, suffering excruciatingly, and when she wakes up she discovers that she got back that sight she thought incurable, and gained a supernatural strength, an allergy to garlic, an excessively easy to melt in sun skin and a nice thirst for blood. She had become a vampire.
Now she can fight with Friedrich, who's also a vampire, forever.
Trivia:
⬝ Her favorite table game is the Mercante in Fiera (Merchant in Fair), an Italian kind of lottery game, that she always manages to win putting to "good" use her education as a fraudulent merchant and her mild mind-reading powers.
⬝ Her favorite tv shows are "Pawn Stars" and "Uomini e Donne", which is an Italian program her husband introduced her to and of which she loves the possibility of shouting swear words in Turkish to the "throne-holders", (they don't hear you anyway).
⬝ Like all vampires, she has an horrible memory, but she hates memos.
⬝ She's unable to pass any object to another person without smashing it in their face. If she needs to give you something, that's how she does it. Everyone in her family knows that if she arranges a meal it's better to go take their own dish by themselves, and that's why it's Pascale that cooks more often than not. She was once hired as a bricklayer, but she was fired on the spot because of an accident with a colleague who asked her to pass him a brick.
⬝ Coming out of her chef course, she has an instinctive contempt for all talented chefs apart from Samantho.
⬝ She's a self-centered, compulsive shopaholic.
| Likes | Dislikes |
| ❤ Screaming | 💔 Memos |
| ❤ Bargaining | 💔 All chefs (beside Samantho) |
| ❤ Flower patterns | 💔 The Jankauskas family |
| ❤ Red | 💔 Poverty |
| ❤ Shopping | 💔 Being contradicting |
| ❤ Being a vampire | 💔 Glasses |
| ❤ Being told she's smart | |
| ❤ Biting the neck of pretty boys | |
| ❤ Night clubs |
Skills
| Physical | - Acute eyesight (excellent) - Acute smell (excellent) - Resistance to sunlight (disaster) - Dosing her strength (mediocre) - Running (very good/excellent) - Aim (very good) - Acute screaming (very good/excellent) - Karate chop (very good) - Weight lifting (very good)
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| Language | - Turkish (very good written and spoken, excellent in comprehension) - Italian (good in written and spoken, mediocre in comprehension) - American English (very good in written and spoken, good in comprehension) | |||||||||||
| Musical |
- Singing (disaster) - Playing piccolo flute (excellent) | |||||||||||
| Magical | - Mind reading (mediocre) - Hypnosis (mediocre) | |||||||||||
| Miscellanea | - Killing in cold blood (excellent)
- Cooking (good)
- Distinguishing counterfeit banknotes (good/very good)
- Keeping secrets (very good/excellent) - Taking decisions (very good) - Being tyrannical (excellent) - Manage her own money (beginner) - Selling products (very good/excellente) - Deceiving (very good) |
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