Jordyn Riva/Luminita Dragomir

 

 

Species:

Vampire

 

Full name:

Jordyn Riva Blackhart Invictus

 

 

Family

Connor Invictus - Husband

Aracely Lopez Invictus Reese - Sired child

Bianca Palmer DeLacroix Blackhart Animus - Adopted Sister

Nina Erisu Blackhart - Adopted child - missing

 

Date of Birth:

October 31, 1877 (appears around 19)

 

Heritage: 

Romanian, Russian, Gypsy

 

Gender:

Female

 

Sexual Orientation:

Straight

 

 

Appearance

Face Claim: Rachel Dashae

Eyes: Red

Hair: Blue black

Height: 5'2"

Weight: 110 lbs

Dressing Style: Revealing, flirty. She loves flowers, so she will adorn her hair with some occassionally. She usually likes to wear combat-type leather black boots, but she also likes wearing high heels on occasion, or to go barefoot when she is relaxing at home.

 

 

Personality

Likes: Flowers (roses in particular); killing the wicked to feed from them; boots

Dislikes: Being a vampire; exposing her weaknesses; bloodlust

 

Strengths: Super-strength; super-speed; she can jump great heights without injury; able to climb walls; quick thinking

Weaknesses: Self-hatred; wood; cold demeanor; blood laced with fear; silver; unable to say "Lord", "God", or "Jesus" without unbearable pain in her throat.

 

Habits/Mannerisms:

Previous to her marriage with a lycan, she was flirtatious in nature. His abuse darkened her attitude, so now she is shy and distrusting. She is frequently nervous, and she will continually shift her weight from one foot to the other and/or rock on her heels.

 

 

History

Jordyn cowered in the rose bushes of her mother’s former garden, now nearly completely burned from the vampires’ attack. Sharp thorns poked at her skin and clothes. She was scratched and bruised, but otherwise okay. Her long black hair had fallen from their clip at the back of her head in her escape to reach safety. Her hazel eyes scanned the area through the burned branches, but she saw nothing but endless piles of corpses, most with double puncture wounds to their neck and quickly drying blood.

 

Tears burned at her eyes as she watched the remains of her family not far from where she sat: her mother, father, little sister and fiancé all a dead heap in front of her. No one in her village had survived the attack except her. Where the vampires had gone now, she hadn’t a clue and she was afraid.

 

Afraid to come out.

Afraid to leave.

Afraid to stay.

 

Regardless, Jordyn stood, her dress a tattered mess. And as soon as she did so, she ran towards the dark trees behind her. Although her small stature promised small legs, they were long enough to carry her fast through the woods and away from the horror and death.

 

A sharp rock sliced the bottom of her foot and she stumbled, crying out and catching herself as she hit the ground with her hands holding her weight up. Upon examining her sole, a thin line proved to be infected as blood oozed from the deep wound. Jordyn tore a strip of her dress off and wrapped it around her foot tightly, trying to keep the injury from getting worse. Slowly she stood, flinching at the pain as she did so, and continued on, although this time more gradually.

 

Her weak human hearing caught a sound behind her and she froze, whirling around to investigate. Nothing appeared in her vision, and she resumed her trek, only to stifle a scream as a cold, blistered hand covered her mouth. She tried biting, but her attempts were met with a chilling sound of laughter, followed by an alluring voice that mesmerized her.

 

“Gypsy child, why must you fight me so? I can give you a life of immortality, a life of luxury, a life where you’re never alone, much unlike the sad, short life of a mortal. I can give you the power of healing and never having to eat meat to survive.” Icy breath blew across her cheek, and she struggled to see who the male was that spoke to her with such certainty. “If you are interested, give me a nod. If not, well I’m afraid I will just have to kill you. And would that not just be depressing?” Her orbs widened in fear, and she nodded, not really sure what she was getting herself into. “That’s a good girl.”

 

And she blacked out.

 

~~~~

 

Jordyn woke up on a bed covered in red and black satin, and she felt thirsty. Her throat burned and she looked around the room, everything seeming to spin before her. No one seemed to be there, but it was difficult to tell.

 

But God, her throat felt like fire.

 

She stumbled clumsily out of the bed, her memory fuzzy as she tried to remember what happened and why she could be so damn thirsty right now. No matter how hard she thought, nothing came to mind. A vial of red liquid sat atop a dresser across the large boudoir, and Jordyn staggered over to it, not even looking into the mirror, and gulping down the warm, crimson fluid. Finally she stopped, her gaze resting on the reflection glass. She gasped and nearly fell backwards.

 

Her eyes were a piercing ruby. She had fangs on either side of her two front teeth. And her skin was as pale as death itself.

 

Jordyn tried to scream but found she couldn’t make a sound. She’d turned into one of those monsters that had killed her family back at the village. Tears threatened to fall, but none came. She was now no longer able to show emotion as she had before. Her body shook violently and she collapsed to the carpeted floor, trembling as if she were having a seizure.

 

“Forgive me, Lo—” An incisive pain on her tongue caused her to stop talking. Saying God’s name... hurt her? She really was a monster, wasn’t she?

 

“You’re awake. Excellent.” The man who had kidnapped her swept into the room, a large grin plastered on his pale face. “I see you were thirsty. I’m pleased you found the blood I left out for you.”

 

Blood. That was what that liquid that had satisfied her so had been. Every muscle in her body seemed stiff and she rocked to and fro, not sure what she wanted to do: stay here and cower, or lunge and kill her sire.

 

“Tsk, tsk.” He wagged his finger at her like she was a naughty child who’d misbehaved. “You wouldn’t want to kill me, now would you? You couldn’t survive without me. Quite literally, as a matter of fact. You would die almost as soon as I do.” His mouth twisted in a sarcastic grin, and she sensed straight away he was lying, but said nothing, just stared at him with emotionless eyes. “Then again, if you really want to take a chance, go right ahead. I’d love to see how an untrained newborn would do against a multi-hundred year old, trained vampire master.”

 

An odd hissing came from her throat. “Master my arse. If I die, so be it.” And she struck. The vampire’s ocular orbs widened in shock as Jordyn attacked, her movements as graceful as a dance, as quick as a cheetah, and as deadly as a snake. He was on the ground in a moment, screaming in pain from a broken neck. Jordyn held the stake he’d had in his belt loop high over her head, right above his chest cavity. “Since I had no say in whether neither my family nor I lived or died, I will not give you the choice, either.” Her eyes narrowed, almost closed. “And again, if I die, so be it.” The tip of the stake sank deep into the man’s chest, piercing his heart. Gasping for air, he tried speaking, but failed, and he let himself be killed by a small woman who’s just been turned. His last thought was, She will be great…