Lorrana

[Lorrana]

Given name: Lorrana Cadence Delvitch
Name gone by: Lorrana Cosantóir
Nicknames: Lor, Lorrie, Lorsmore, Ana, Lorr, Sissy
Place of birth: Ravenblack City
Date of birth: October 15th, 1984
Date of turn: January 08th, 2008
Origins: Descended from Polish and Irish heritage.
Original sire: Ravenblack
Current sire: Whorrifik
Sexual orientation: Heterosexual
Marital status: Single
Goals/Ambitions: Open a bar
Likes: Horseback riding, hunting, drinking, singing, night swimming, moon bathing, sarcasm, knives, bows
Dislikes: Smokers, lack of humor, disrespect, alternate realities, cowards
Idol: Marilyn Monroe

[Lorrana]

In - Game Statistics

IGN: LadyLorrana
Powers: Fully-powered
-----Second-sight
-----Perception
-----Suction
-----Surprise
-----Stamina (3)
-----Celerity (3)
-----Shadows (3)
-----Thievery (3)
-----Locate (3)
-----Telepathy (3)
Childer: None
Sire: Whorrifik
Siblings: asrial, Rajani
BP rank: Local Legend

[Lorrana]

Before Changing

:: Charles Roland Delvitch :: Lorrana's birth father and once best friend. Taught Lorrana to fish, hunt, and gave her the first bow she ever owned at age seven. Which she named Sylvia. To her, her father was the moon, sun, and stars. Charles originated from a small village in Poland, nearer the sea. As a child, her pet name was his little bidroga, or bird, roughly translated. His whereabouts became unknown to Lorrana after her turning.

:: Patricia Olivia Reynolds-Delvitch :: The little voice inside of Lorrana's head, always pushing her to do her best. Raised Lorrana as a die-hard Christian and would be saint. Gave her singing and piano lessons at the early age of three. Rarely affectionate on her daughter, Patricia was usually the one who disciplined Lorrana. Born in the ever expanding city of Boston, and also raised as a Christian, Patricia often went on retreats to spread the gospel. In Poland is where she met Charles. Her whereabouts became unknown to Lorrana after her turning.

After the Change

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The Sire

:: Whorrifik :: Became friends soon after Lorrana joined Clan Capadocious. Have been best friends ever since. One of the few people Lorrana fully trusts with every fiber of her being. When together, sire and childe are always up to some sort of mischief or prank; usually on Whorrifik's first childe Asrial. Lorrana sired under Whorrifik on June 5th, 2009.

The Siblings

:: Asrial Nicoletti :: Became the best of friends after Asrial joined Clan Capadocious. One of the sillier people Lorrana has ever known, but each poke and prod that Lorrana ever makes at her sibling is all in fun and love. Through thick and thin, Asrial has always been someone Lorrana confides in, and always cheers her up. Sisters in blood and of heart.

:: Rajani Zeplin :: Newest addition to the Cosantóir line. Lorrana hasn't gotten too much of a chance to know this newest sibling yet, but from the few times they've gotten to speak, Lorrana can tell that they could be lifelong friends. Sweet and shy are the two words that Lor thinks of when Rajani pops into her head. She hopes that she can help teach Raj the 'ropes' of Ravenblack and get her quickly powered up.

Of Heart

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:: Ember Argent-Wilde :: Were blood siblings when Lorrana sired under JakeJaiden. Became instant friends and enjoyed picking on their sire together. After Ember made the tough decision to sever from the line (because of Jake's mysterious disappearance), Lorrana felt heartbroken and alone. Though they have somewhat lost touch, Lorrana still holds great love and respect for the woman she calls her sister of heart.

:: Damson Alatáriël :: Long time friend and confidante. Became friends within the walls of Clan Capadocious. They have shared many things together, and been through plenty. When these two get together, much gossip and giggles ensue.

:: Dresden Alatáriël :: Once Dresden joined CC, Lorrana felt almost an immediate desire to help protect this young vampiress. Once befriended, Lorrana knew nothing short of being dead and buried could keep these two from being friends. Lorrana tries her best to act as a big sister, and be there for Dresden as much as possible.


This section will be added to, or possibly taken from, as Lorrana's life expands and continues.

[Lorrana]

From Birth

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Her history is a short one, at this point in time. The girl was born in 1984, on the 15th of October. It was a warm night for being autumn weather. The leaves had only begun to change, the winds just blowing enough to cause a stir. Lorrana's mother refused to have any aid in the birth. The only person to attend the moment was the father. Perhaps the only time Charles Delvitch ever wept was the moment he saw his daughter's birth. It was pure tears of joy and amazement. His first, and only, daughter. To hell with a boy child, he had told Patricia. The woman had only scolded him for using such language. At an early age, Lorrana was doted on and cared for; a happy, and dutiful child. She was raised a die-hard Christian, though in later years, she came to believe it was more Catholic based. When she questioned it, her mother had merely told her to shut her trap and be thankful the Lord above loved her. That was when she knew she didn't much care for her mother.

Her father, on the other hand, was the sun, moon, and stars in Lorrana's eyes. He taught her to hunt, fish, and truly live. He even made her her very own bow, which she called Sylvia. Even to this day, she is unsure why she gave it a name. As the years passed, Lorrana's dislike for her mother became a mutual tolerance between them. Her mother agreed to lighten up on the girl, if her daughter agreed to attend church every other day and refuse to date until the age of eighteen. Lorrana agreed reluctantly. By the age of twenty, she had fallen in love with God and her church. Every man that came her way was turned down before they even had a chance to speak their name. She had, in a sense, been brainwashed. Which was just fine with her mother. Her father attempted to reason with them both, claiming that Lorrana had every right and reason to at least find a nice young man to take her out on a date. Neither of them would hear it. Charles simply sighed and shook his head in defeat every time. This behavior continued on for three more years, roughly.

Her Becoming

Dressed in her Sunday's finest, Lorrana was walking home from mass, singing along with the final hymn the stragglers were belting out with all their heart. A smile, upturned as the crescent moon, could not be hidden. On her way home, she felt as if she were being watched or followed. Though it unsettled her, she continued on. She was in a populated area of town, people bustled to and fro to get in before full dark. Sure, she had heard the rumors. Deaths popped up more and more nowadays. Her mother refused to acknowledge any of this though. The reports stated that all the bodies had small pin pricks all over their necks or wrists. Drained of blood the newspapers would scream in bold lettering. The gossipers on the street corners claimed it was the work of devils and vampires, some minion from the deepest realm of Hell. Some claimed it was an oncoming Apocalypse; the End of Days. And the rest blamed it on wild animal attacks. Nonsense, all of it, was the only word Lorrana could conjure up for these happenings. But a much darker, creeping feeling had begun to spur in the back of her head as she continued on toward home. A cool wind whirled up around her legs, snaking up like chilled finger seeking warmth. Lorrana shuddered and continued on. Then she was suddenly pinned to the ground on her back. Screams that could have escaped were quickly snuffed out by a large hand over her mouth. She could see nothing, but felt everything. Fingers stroked strands of her brunette hair back from her slender face. And then a pain, sharp and blinding, seared into her like a hot poker. Lorrana could feel a liquid, so warm, flowing down onto her shoulder, and she could feel herself beginning to lose touch with the world. She died that cold, January night.

Only to wake two days later, within an abandoned old shack on the outskirts of town. She knew the place well; it was near the woods where her and her father once hunted for deer. At first, Lorrana had no recollection of what happened. Only a dull, throbbing pain in her neck and a roaring thunder in her belly. Her throat burned like fire and her mouth was aching. With tentative fingers, she ran her fingers along her gums, only two find two misshapen front teeth. With confusion, her finger slipped along both before coming to a sharp and deadly point. And all of her senses were heightened. She could hear a rabbit cleaning itself somewhere outside the shack, and could hear the city bustling about a few miles away. Lorrana shook with fear and confusion, unsure of what was going on. She just knew she was famished, starving. With speed unlike anything she had ever done before, or seen, Lorrana was suddenly outside. The rabbit, squirming and frightened, was within her grasp. Moments later, it fell to the ground, dead and drained. The life it gave filled her up with life of her own.

For a week, she went on that way. Feeding off of random animals, and even a drunken fool who had wandered into the forest's edge. With that last drink from him, Lorrana had cried out in ecstasy. And also in madness. She still had not found out what she was, or how she had come to be this way. But she had an inkling... And a week later, her fears were confirmed. A message had been left for her as she had slept the last few days away. An invitation, as a few others had left, was awaiting her attention. It was from one like her, she knew. They wanted her to join their clan named Clan Capadocious. The claim of the clan was one of greatness and promises of knowledge, growth, and acceptance. With hesitation in her step, Lorrana had followed the address given. A day later, she found herself as a student within large halls and cold rooms. A vampire she was, and would remain for the rest of her days.

Up To Now

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To come.

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