Member No.: 689
Joined: 20-December 10
Vampire or Human?: Vampire
Avatar: Adriana Lima
Original Name: Marie Delphine LaLaurie.
Other Names: Marie Maccarthy, Angulo, Blangue, Delphi Barthelemy.
Year of Birth: 1775
Current Age: 237, Juvenile
Personality: Delphine is a reserved, docile woman with a rather boring routine. She has few friends and too many cats, very little things she likes to do and too much time in which to do it. Most days she comes home to watch her ballet tapes and listen to classical music, waiting to go out at night to work the graveyard shift at the hospital. She is private and keeps to herself, cautious and yet polite when approached. However there is something else that lurks and casts a shadow on her immortality, coming alive in times of duress to shock even her at times. Another side, almost like a different personality, but it is her. It is every bit a part of her as her skin.
And the other side is a dark, visceral, captivating, ravenous woman that enraptures those with a curiosity for the shadow. Its the lure of an unquenchable fury, jealousy for everything beautiful that moves with grace in her eye. She hates and breathes with passion that drowns her lovers and leaves them hollow and scarred in her wake. Youth and vitality flaunts in front of her and she hates it. Envy spurned by paranoia that drives her wild and mad with lust to ruin everything until she is the only animal left standing.
She is fully aware of her darker instincts and tries to hide it from most, because very few understand why she would feel such urges. Delphine hates nothing more than to be called mad and it pains her as much as it makes her angry.
Strengths and Weaknesses:
+ Strength of self
- Raging Temper
- Fits of Hysteria
- Fluctuations of Sanity
- Fear of Rats, Plague Animals
- Savage Recklessness
Background: She was the only offspring Marie Jeanne Lovable and Barthelmy Louis Macarty, the mayor of New Orleans for five years after the elder Macarty immigrated from Ireland. As a young woman, Delphine hid her Irish ancestry, a fact with caused her family some ire, but it wasn't fashionable to be Irish at the time and she had become the wife of Don Ramun Angulo, a military leader of Spain. His rank earned him an invitation to the court of the Queen and she, upon seeing Delphine...was recorded to be impressed by her beauty. It was a dreamy existence for awhile, one little girls could only imagine.
Delphine loved her first husband terribly, aching for his touch and affection since first sight, but these little sentiments soon weren't enough. She wanted to be loved. But Sir Angulo never gave her that. Mistresses marched through her home, right in front of her, smiling all the while. Or...so she thought. Maids became threats so did any woman to whom he smiled. The women were everywhere, the church, the street. Her competition was surrounding and overwhelming her, frightened newly wed finding no more weight in the beauty the Queen of Spain had once praised her for.
Don Ramun Angulo died en route to Madrid, far from his wife who was carrying their child. She was named Marie like her mother and held her father's name despite never having met him. Delphine did not stay a widow long. She was the most pitied damsel of high society and was quickly swept away by Monsieur Jean Blangue. To find love in him, Delphine bore him four children before he died of health complications. The twice widowed Delphine was tragic then, but she soon found her final husband, the doctor that had attended her late spouse: Dr. Leonard LaLaurie. With her money and his practice, they bought 1140 Royal Street in New Orleans and built a three story mansion. Delphine began to host lavish parties, ignoring her husband it seemed and instead reaching out to the approval and popularity of society that had always followed her every move.
But one does not obtain popularity without scrutiny. Neighbors began to notice the passing nature of her slaves, faces seeming to come and go from the household and disappearing strangely without anyone having seeing them leave.
Yet it was ignored for a time, until a little girl was Delphine's undoing. In a fit of rage, she chased the young attendant with her whip and the girl fled for the balcony, falling in fright to her death three stories below while the neighbors looked on in shock at Madame Delphine who curled her whip and ordered the girl to be brought inside, later burying her in the backyard with what would soon be discovered as a collection of shallow graves.
Weeks later a fire broke out in the kitchen and despite her efforts to keep the fire brigade out of her home, they came in to find two slaves chained to the stove. The slaves had purposely set the room on fire to gain attention and they had earned it for there was a crowd of people outside her home, curious to see if her expensive things had been burned.
But soon members of the fire brigade began to run into the yard to retch, most assuming that someone had perished in the flames. Up in the attic of Madame LaLaurie's mansion, were crowds of cages meant for dogs. Slaves lay dying or dead inside, mangled and wasted away from famine and torture. Few had received special attention from her. One with limbs broken and reset to resemble a crab, another with every limb cut off and sewn up to resemble a caterpillar; many with mouth and eyes stitched shut. There were buckets of severed parts, heads to which they could not find the bodies and just as the brigade members were able to stop loosing their stomachs on the front lawn, her carriage took off at break neck speed away from New Orleans.
Delphine escaped to Paris and continued living a lavish life, despite rumors. One of which was that she had abandoned her husband who was lynched sometime later...more truthful than others.
RP Sample: (See Michal)