sunlight glinted off the pristine storefronts, a gaudy display of normalcy that grated against her ancient senses. still, the original vampire strode forward with all the regal poise of a runway model, her honey-blonde curls bouncing with each confident step.
rebekah's grey-blue gaze swept across the passing shoppers, cataloging each face with the detached scrutiny of a predator sizing up potential prey. these people, these humans , with their fleeting lives and flimsy dreams... she envied them and their simple lives. their flimsy dreams and all.
and yet rebekah found herself drawn to the endless racks of clothing and accessories lining the store windows. a thousand years of fashion had passed her by, trapped in a coffin or shackled by the very family she had sworn to protect.
with the tilt of her chin, rebekah swept into the nearest boutique, her senses immediately assaulted by the cacophony of colors and fabrics. nimble fingers danced across the delicate silks and intricate lace, cataloging each item with a discerning eye. oh, how she had missed this - the simplicity of it all. so human. a wicked smile curled her lips as she selected a sumptuous gown, its crimson hue reminding her of the blood that sang in her veins.
"excellent," rebekah purred, catching the eye of a nearby shop attendant. rebekah pointed "if you could be a darling and fetch me a few more... additions to my wardrobe. i fear i have some catching up to do."
Finn had been walking down the main street of Beacon Hills, as he got acquainted with his surroundings. There was a lot to get used to, after having been daggered in a coffin for 900 years. Thankfully, Finn was quite adaptable and all he had to do was get used to this modern time. A voice caught his attention though and he couldn't help but walk right into the boutique where her sister was certainly causing some havoc. A smirk spread across his face as he leaned against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest. "Are you planning on buying the entire shop, sister?" He asked, watching as the shop attendant left to get whatever it was that his sister had asked for.
the familiar voice sliced through rebekah's concentration like a blade, causing her to pause mid-reach for a midnight blue dress. her spine stiffened imperceptibly, centuries of ingrained wariness warring with the genuine affection she held for her eldest brother. after all, finn had always been the most... unpredictable of her siblings, his hatred for their vampiric nature a constantly smoldering ember.
"finn," she drawled, turning to face him with practiced nonchalance, though her grey-blue eyes sparkled with a mix of mischief and defiance. "come to judge my spending habits? how terribly predictable." she tossed another garment onto the growing pile in her arms, maintaining eye contact as if daring him to comment further.
"though i must say, seeing you willingly venture into a modern establishment is quite... refreshing." a smirk played at the corners of her lips as she gestured vaguely at his rigid posture against the wall. "don't tell me you're finally embracing this century? perhaps i should pick out something for you as well - that outfit is practically screaming '12th century nobleman with a grudge.'"
her words were sharp but carried an underlying current of affection - after all, how many times had she wished to have her family whole again, even with all their dysfunction and centuries-old grievances? besides, finn's presence was infinitely preferable to niklaus's suffocating control or elijah's judgmental stares.
"though if you're so concerned about my shopping," she added, selecting a sleek black blazer with deliberate slowness, "you're welcome to contribute to the cause. consider it payment for all those birthdays you missed while taking your extended coffin nap."
sunlight glinted off the pristine storefronts, a gaudy display of normalcy that grated against her ancient senses. still, the original vampire strode forward with all the regal poise of a runway model, her honey-blonde curls bouncing with each confident step.
rebekah's grey-blue gaze swept across the passing shoppers, cataloging each face with the detached scrutiny of a predator sizing up potential prey. these people, these humans , with their fleeting lives and flimsy dreams... she envied them and their simple lives. their flimsy dreams and all.
and yet rebekah found herself drawn to the endless racks of clothing and accessories lining the store windows. a thousand years of fashion had passed her by, trapped in a coffin or shackled by the very family she had sworn to protect.
with the tilt of her chin, rebekah swept into the nearest boutique, her senses immediately assaulted by the cacophony of colors and fabrics. nimble fingers danced across the delicate silks and intricate lace, cataloging each item with a discerning eye. oh, how she had missed this - the simplicity of it all. so human. a wicked smile curled her lips as she selected a sumptuous gown, its crimson hue reminding her of the blood that sang in her veins.
"excellent," rebekah purred, catching the eye of a nearby shop attendant. rebekah pointed "if you could be a darling and fetch me a few more... additions to my wardrobe. i fear i have some catching up to do."
HOMETOWN / CURRENTLY LIVING : ORIGINALLY ( NORWAY ). NEW ORLEANS. CURRENTLY ( BEACON HILLS )
FAMILY : MIKAEL (( FATHER )), ESTHER ((MOTHER)). FREYA ((OLDER SISTER)), FINN ((OLDER BROTHER)), ELIJAH ((OLDER BROTHER)), NIKLAUS "KLAUS" ((OLDER HALF-BROTHER)), KOL ((YOUNGER BROTHER)), HENRIK ((YOUNGER BROTHER). HOPE MIKAELSON ((NIECE)).
APPEARANCE : HONEY BLONDE, GREY BLUE, 5'7
PERSONALITY : ESFP. 2W3. CHAOTIC NEUTRAL.
SPECIES : ORIGINAL VAMPIRE
SKILLS : ENHANCED STRENGTH, SPEED, AND AGILITY ⟋ COMPULSION ⟋ EXCEPTIONAL COMBAT ABILITIES ⟋ SKILLED AT MANIPULATION AND STRATEGY ⟋ FLUENT IN MULTIPLE LANGUAGES ⟋ KEEN FASHION SENSE
AESTHETIC : THE HONEY-SWEET TASTE OF IMMORTALITY, DRIPPING WITH BOTH PROMISE AND POISON. ⟋ PRINCESS LOCKED IN A COFFIN FOR CENTURIES, DAGGERED BY THE VERY HANDS THAT PROMISED TO PROTECT HER. ⟋ PEARLS AND BLOOD ON SILK SHEETS ⸻ THE ETERNAL DAUGHTER, THE PERPETUAL SISTER, FOREVER YOUNG AND FOREVER YEARNING. ⟋ I DANCE THROUGH THE CENTURIES LIKE A BALLERINA IN A MUSIC BOX, SPINNING AND SPINNING, ALWAYS RETURNING TO THE SAME MELODY OF FAMILY AND BETRAYAL. ⟋ MY LOVE IS A FUNERAL PYRE ⸻ IT BURNS BRIGHT AND CONSUMES EVERYTHING IT TOUCHES, LEAVING ONLY ASH AND MEMORY. ⟋ TELL ME, BROTHER, WAS IT PROTECTION WHEN YOU STOLE DECADES FROM ME? OR WAS IT MERELY CONTROL DRESSED IN LOYALTY? ⟋ THE SOUND OF HEELS ON COBBLESTONE STREETS, ECHOING THROUGH A THOUSAND YEARS OF LONELINESS. ⟋ CHAMPAGNE GLASSES AND BROKEN PROMISES ⸻ SHE WEARS DEVASTATION LIKE DIAMONDS, BEAUTIFUL AND CUTTING. ⟋ SOMEWHERE BETWEEN THE GIRL WHO WANTED TO BE LOVED AND THE WOMAN WHO LEARNED TO SURVIVE, SHE BECAME BOTH THE BLADE AND THE WOUND. ⟋ HOW MANY TIMES MUST I DIE FOR MY FAMILY BEFORE I AM ALLOWED TO LIVE FOR MYSELF? ⟋ AN ANCIENT THING WEARING MODERN SKIN, CARRYING CENTURIES OF GRIEF IN DESIGNER DRESSES.
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