Margo

Margo Linette Danae

Full name: Margo Linette Danae
Nickname: Madame Danae
Species: Vampire
True Age: 289
Appears as: 23
Hometown: Paris, France
Status: Single
Organization: None
Rank: None

Eye color: Pale blue
Hair: Blonde
Body: Curved outline
Distinguishing marks: One lower back tattoo. Two porcelain masks, one of laughter the other of sadness. The masks align within the center of her back, the masks are bedded with black ribbon, the crisp edges ending at the sides of her hips. The tattoo is paying tribute to her love of the arts as well as the emotions that swarm the human world.

Quirks/Habits: Will speak in verse, hidden riddles swirling with morale.
Darkest secrets: Devoted Catholic
Fears: A world without poetry, poise, and the theater
Strengths: Dramatic speaker both in French and English, Speed, agility, and healing
Weaknesses:A rose among the weeds

Occupation:Headmistress of La maison de la Belle Fleur (Home of the Beautiful Flower)
Skills: Taunting, manipulation
Gifts: Dramatic seamstress. She is able to create stunning, and elaborate gowns and costumes
Inabilities: Shape shift, abnormal strength


Parents: Lord and Lady Danae
Sire: none
Siblings: None
Lover: None
Other persons of Importance: The students of her school. Without them the Shakespeare’s within the world would be orphans
Personality: Dramatic, bold, stern. Margo has an open heart for all her students, however she is traditional and instills ancestral formalities within the modern world. Paying respect to both past and present. Margo speaks with passion and devotion however quickly rejects those who do not believe in her vision of the world.
Dreams: To create a school with a prestigious reputation



History: Margo was born within privilege and grace. A young lady within the court. She would lower her head among the royalty, kissing the fragile fingers of the dominating power. Margo would dance within the darkness, her body twirling, as she would dance a corrupted waltz. As she would curtsey, her head lowering, her eyes gazing in devotion. The clergy dipping their hands in Holy Water, brazing her forehead in purification. As eternal damnation was plastered within the minds of the followers, Hells embers portraying the demons of evil. Before bed she would fold her hands, offering to their Heavenly Father a token of worship forever. As human’s became possessed with the fires of Hell the humans sought to destroy the Danae’s, looking at them as traitors to the clergy and God. Vampires once living in harmony, as equals now monsters. The gates become their cell, their prisons as the Estate ignited with flames. Portraits of the family melted, their lives disappearing within time. The family fled, going to their second home. As the bells of the Cathedral cried in pain, the ministry hid the Danae family. Lurking within the rafters, stalking the eyes bellow, the pews full of sinning humans, those who murdered for their own reassurance. A tainted crusade. There Margo remained, always waiting for morrow’s day. It has finally come.

Sample:

Heavenly Father, hear my cry, hear my words, hear my thoughts. I come forth from out of the cob webs, destroying the threads from the gifted spider. As it weaves the elaborate trap, I too have sewn my keep. I pray for you to hear me, to hear my struggles and my wards. Mother and Father consider themselves lambs within your flock, however, a wolf in sheep’s skin attempted to destroy us, but our faith has brought us towards your light. I have come to a new world, a new life. An abandoned home of once jesters and singings, an Opera House lay dormant awaiting for my hands. From the dismay I created a fantasy, a world with a stunning stage. I ask of you to bless my house, my new home, as I teach of the essence of femininity, formalities, and devotion. Allow my hands to touch others, stroke their cheeks, aid their dance. Allow my own Garden of Eden to become a sanctuary of paradise. You believed in me, as I believe in you, allow me to stay in this garden of magic.

Heavenly Father, may I never cry in pain, may I never see the shadowed faces of those who tried to destroy, the butcher who wished to transform my flesh into a sacrificial lamb. Allow my web to shield my students to protect and guide. Each rose shall bloom as I watch over my garden. I shall lay before your pedestal in time Milord and Savior, until our paths are drawn to meet each other face to face grant me the courage to be their medium to your world and bid adieu to the silhouettes of darkness.

Amen

Box name: Margo
Contact: Harlequin_stalker@yahoo.com
Rules read: Yes
Prove it: Immortal Infusion