Name: Louisa Lilie Age: 89 Pronouns: She/Her Species: Vampire Faction: Ducayne Occupation: Operations Integrity Manager at The Mercury Hometown: Atlantic Ocean Sexuality: Homosexual Relationship Status: Single
Bio:
Louisa wasnāt always a vampire; the first thirty years of her life, she spent deep in the Atlantic Ocean. Her family were only important to each other; they had no standing. They were sea urchin farmers. Who had generationally been pushed further out to sea to avoid human greed. The resentment grew in each family member as time passed and more was getting taken from them. Deals between the United Kingdom and France over fishing territory were cutting into them, the humans not knowing that the sea they were dividing up didnāt belong to them.
The year was 1967; Louisa was nurturing the area of the sea they farmed on, making sure that the ecological system, which relied on the help of the sea urchins to grow, was in order. When a cod swam close to her but was covered in a black substance, leaving a trail from where it came. Lousia had heard how the human had moved on from just taking their livestock from them and now tunnels the sea floor for oil. But now she'd seen the liquid of death herself. Something needed to be done; they needed to know where it was coming from because they didnāt know of any oil rigs near them.
Louisa didnāt think twice about being the one who went to investigate the oil. Following the trail back to the source, she found an oil tanker that had crashed near Cornwall, and the crude oil it carried was spreading far from the source. She wanted to get the name of the ship so she could take this back to her family so they could petition for justice. But the crew that had been on the ship had tried to clear up the spill, but what they had done, trying to use tonnes of industrial detergents and solvents to disperse the slick, was more toxic to marine life than the crude oil itself.
Louisa was unaware of the fact that as she got close, the detergents that were applied got into her system first, making her weary and nauseous. But the name of the ship that was on the side of the vessel was obscured by the oil. She did have half the mind to turn back now, but she knew how important it was to get the ship's name. She quickly became coated in the crude oil, it infecting her, working itself deeper into her body with every second she was close, but even getting near the wreck had done irreparable damage.
The humans had planned an attempt to try save what they could. In their eyes, they had got the RAF involved, the British Air Force. Their plan? Set the oil ablaze. It was another thing Louisa wasnāt aware of; she wasnāt aware that the jets were on the way to burn the oil while she was there. The mer was caught up in an inferno; it shouldnāt be possible to burn like this when around water. She wasnāt sure how she made it out aliveā¦ Well, barely alive, she knew if she went home it was a death sentence; she knew her family wouldnāt be able to help her, that she would end up dying in their arms.
Limping was a given for how Louisa made her way up to Scotland; her tail would never be the same if she made it out of this; her lungs wouldnāt be able to hold as much air. To this day she doesnāt remember when she washed ashore or how long she lay on that beach clinging to life. All she knew was that she was a woman with black hair standing over her at night. In and out of consciousness, she was offered a deal.
She could keep on living, but not as a vampire, but in return she owes the woman a couple centuries of servitude. Even at the time she was in no state to say no to the deal; she would make it again. Chiara Rose is her sire, who watched over her in her first few nights of vampirism. Kept Louisa close as her personal assistant, making sure she learned the new world she had entered into. Louisa knew she was a risk for Chiara to sire, that Louisa harboured hate for human impulsiveness, but to honour her sire, she took the surname of Lilie.
This night, Louisa is the Operations Integrity Manager at The Mercury, keeping an eye on underground activity for the Ducayne, making sure no association to them happens and that she discovers any connection between the underground and their rivals, Killove. She did this to benefit her clan, not any hunter or human; the knowledge she obtained was for the Ducayne and them alone.
