Aurianna
From Unofficial Handbook of the Virtue Universe
| |
| Aurianna Shaw | |
| Player: @Valara Conahey | |
| Origin: | Natural |
|---|---|
| Archetype: | Scrapper |
| Security Level: | 50 |
| Personal Data | |
| Real Name: | Aurianna Zucatta-Deshard |
| Known Aliases: | Aura |
| Species: | Werewolf |
| Age: | 22 |
| Height: | 6'0" |
| Weight: | 176 lbs |
| Eye Color: | Blue |
| Hair Color: | Long dark brown |
| Biographical Data | |
| Nationality: | Italian/Norweigan |
| Occupation: | Business Woman/Mother |
| Place of Birth: | Vancouver, BC,Canada |
| Base of Operations: | Grey Enterprises |
| Marital Status: | Married to the world's most wonderful man, Damien Shaw |
| Known Relatives: | Damien Shaw, Jaccob Shaw, Tamarilla Grey, Valara Conahey, Sierra Conahey, Baby Get of Fenris |
| Known Powers | |
| Katana/Super Reflexes | |
| Known Abilities | |
| Confidential | |
| Equipment | |
| Confidential | |
| No additional information available. | |
Contents |
Personality (OOC)
All depends on the time of the month. And no, not that. Her personality is influenced by the phases of the moon because she is a werewolf. Most of the time she is very calm, quiet and caring. She is not a push over and has no problems putting people in their place when needed. She is a strong leader and a skilled business woman. She is very loyal and devoted to her family, especially to her husband. During the full moon she tends to be more aggressive, highly energetic and somewhat playful.
Note to All
I am not a poet. I am here to tell my story as it is. If you are looking for extensive vocabulary or pretty words, you won't find them here. If you do want to hear one hell of a story, read on...
Story
(Contains some, somewhat mature content) (For entertainment purposes only, unless Aura specifically directs you here in game(not me directing you here OOC), you still need to talk to Aura in game to learn this information)
Life Leading up to Paragon City
The fact of the matter is that I am not from Paragon City, I am not even from this dimension. I was the first born daughter of Valara Deshard and Steven Zucatta. My mother is a werewolf, my father a mafia boss. I have 17 other brothers and sisters. When I was 11 I had my first werewolf transformation. Someone was robbing my home and I lost all control. In a fit of rage I killed not only the intruder but my nanny and little sister in the process. I was scared and I ran away from home to go live with my surogate brother Patchoua. At the age of 14 I was magically teleported through time, and I ended up some 2000+ years in the future. The world had changed alot, it resembled something you might find in a D&D story. I was forced to live as a wolf while I developed the skills to build my own home and make my own clothes. After 3 years I finally began to journey further away from my home. I got 2 jobs in the nearest town to support myself. When I was feeling aggressive and wanted to fight, I would fight in the Gladiator pits, the rest of the time I waited tables at the local tavern. It was in this tavern that my life truly began.
Growing up, I had always been Daddies little girl. Being a mafia boss, he wore alot of suits, and I developed a great appreciation for a nice Armani suit. When I started my shift at the tavern that night, I had no idea what awaited me. I was told to bring Dwarven Spirits to a certain table and, as I approached the table I knew the man sitting there was nothing short of extraordinary. I had been missing my family alot, and as I walked up to this man the first thing I noticed was that he was wearing a very nice Armani suit. As I looked into his eyes, I could see that he was in pain and it quickly became obvious that he was there to get drunk. After he had drank enough Dwarven Spirits to knock out even the most endurant of Dwarves, he pulled a computer disk from his coat pocket. I was very intrigued, especially being that computers didn't exsist anymore. He asked me to bring the disk to him at his home in the morning. I agreed, being that he was extremely good looking, and he was wearing an Armani suit.
I showed up the next morning expecting him to still be passed out on the floor given how much he had been drinking the night before. To my surprise he actually answered the door, and even more so, didn't even look like he had been drinking. It was now that I was able to get a good look at him. He was breathtakingly beautiful. Everything from his wavy dark hair, his striking blue eyes and his ever so charming smile, was perfect. Once I was inside, he told me that his name was Damien. He took me by the hand and teleported me to a secret room inside his home. The room resembled a 21st century medical lab. There was a surgical table set up and equipment ready. For a moment I had to wonder what kind of psycho this guy was. As it turns out, he wasn't planning on doing anything to me, he actually wanted me to preform brain surgery on him. Yes, you read that right, brain surgery. There was something he desperately wanted to forget, and this was the only way to do it. He had programmed his computer with step by step instructions on what to do, all he was waiting for was someone who had the knowledge of such equipment to do the surgery. Thankfully he had superhuman capabilities, including super fast regeneration, or else I probably would have labotomized him. Once he woke up, his computer began to tell him all the things he did want to remember. After he was finished with his computer he asked me to go out on a date with him and threatened to sing Henry the Eighth until I agreed. He had no need, to his surprise I agreed immediatly .
For our date he took me somewhere I never thought possible, he took me back to my time. We went to the Opera in Rome and after we slow danced in the opera house for an endless amount of time. With every spin and every dip I fell further under his spell. Every move, every touch was a sensual caress, that aroused me more and more. And when he drew me near, the scent of him was better than any aphodisiac the world had ever known. I reached a point where I thought I was going to explode. I would have taken him then and there but he convinced me to wait until we got to the hotel. When we got to the hotel we made love once in the bed and again in the hot tub. It was amazing beyond compare. (Now would be a good time to mention that Damien can read minds, which makes him the ultimate lover.) We were cuddling in the hot tub when I realized that in our passion we had forgotten to use any protection. I have the ability to see into the spirit world. I looked at the aura around my hand, and sure enough, it was there, the aura of twin life (I was pregnant). In my family, werewolves tend to have voracious appetites while pregnant and I was thinking about this while we were waiting for our room service to come. Damien read my mind and he was overjoyed at the news. After we ate, we returned home.
I knew imediately that there was something different about my pregnancy. Damien revealed to me that he was a genetically engineered supermage and that the babies (twins) were going to grow very rapidly, my pregnancy was only going to last for 9 days. He did not leave my side for a single moment. If I was hungry, he materialized food for me, if I need to throw up, he carried me to the bathroom and held my hair for me. Anything I needed, he provided, and even though I was in terrible pain I fell more in love with him with every moment. To this day I swear that if it were not for his attentiveness and magic, I would have never survived the pregnancy. We named our daughters Sierra, after his deceased sister and Valara after my mother. After I had a little time to recuperate, Damien proposed to me. There was no ceremony, only a quiet and intimate understanding that neither of us needed a priest to tell us how we felt for each other.
Although I was happy beyond compare, I could see a sadness in Damien's eyes. He had lived for more than 2,000 years and wanted nothing more than to die, but he couldn't. I told him to have a blade crafted that was powerful enough to kill him , and I would give him the one thing he wanted the most of all. A few days later we left the girls with a sitter and we went to my cabin in the woods. We said our last goodbyes and with one quick slash, I took his head.
((More to come))
