Megan Björn - Leader of Clan Evenhet

Basic Information

Birth Name: Mægin Björndóttir

Aliases: Megan Björn

Place of Birth: A village near what is now Silkeborg, Denmark.

Age: Ranked among those aptly labeled The Ancients, Megan was born approximately 32 B.C., making her roughly 2042 years old. She was turned at the age of 27, and retains that appearance.

Male/Female: Female

Current Occupation: Owner and CEO of Meridian Apex Enterprises.

Past Occupation: In her village, Megan was a tribal priestess.

Appearance

Hair Color: Red

Length and Style: Megan's hair is naturally curly, and falls to the small of her back, although she has been known to wear it shorter, taking time to cut it each night before going out.

Eye Color: Light Blue

Skin Color: Very pale, but she often "tans"Â? herself with brief sun exposure.

Height: 5'7"Â?

Weight: 137 Lbs.

Nationality: Danish

Race: Vampire

Body Type: Athletic

Description or name of your creator: She knew her creator only as Fritha, the Mother Goddess.

Personal Questions

1. Describe your character's personality: Always the diplomat, Megan's personality is as complex and varied as her wardrobe. She can be both ruthless and indulgent, sympathetic and coldhearted, a passionate lover and calculating adversary. In the business arena, she has been known to make even the most unyielding competition melt under her charm, often walking away from the negotiating table with entire companies tucked casually into her purse.

2. Describe how your character would appear to a stranger (I.E. typical dress, way they carry themselves etc.): Megan has acquired an exquisite, and often expensive, taste in clothing over the years. She keeps a rather large collection at hand for whatever the occasion should require, but whether engaged in business or pleasure, her demeanor always exudes both confidence and authority.

3. What does your character like? Megan likes money and power, and her current position affords her plenty of both. She enjoys feeling like she is in control of not only her own world, but the worlds of those around her as well.

4. Dislike? Adversely, Megan loathes those who, for whatever reason, are incapable of following her directions. The quickest way to incur her wrath is to make costly mistakes as a result of misinterpreting, or ignoring, her instruction. While she encourages ingenuity, she cannot abide insubordiation.

5. (For humans) Describe what abilities you see your character having if they were turned.

6. What are your fears? Megan has come to see the world as being in a state of constant flux, where one must either adapt or succumb to the ages. She has seen empires rise and fall, and her biggest fear is being left behind to drown in her own immortality.

7. What are your character's strengths and weaknesses? Megan is able to put on a face for any situation, and as a result can fit in just about anywhere, the downside being that over the years she has begun to lose touch with her own identity. She has finely honed leadership abilities, and can stir up loyalty in even the most hardened of hearts, but her age has led her to become slightly arrogant, and at times overly self-confident.

Hobbies & Skills
Megan is skilled in the use of the Katana, as well as several martial arts. She has an equisite blade, wrapped in gold and silk, a gift to her from a Japanese buisiness partner. Megan is also quite adept in the arts of social etiquette, and considers herself to be quite refined.

Abilities
Empathy; Suggestions; Sending; Glamour (Illusion); Agility

Flaws
Heavy sleeper; Narcissistic; Picky Eater (wealthy and attractive victims)

Cosmetic Traits(These must be minor, see the rules)
Megan adores the various traits of cosmetics.

Quirks and Habits worthy of mention.
Megan doesn't travel anywhere without her human body gaurds. While perfectly capable of defending herself, she enjoys the reactions the gaurds bring from the public, as well as the utility of being able to screen her physical world of any annoying presences. Megan trusts her body gaurds more then she trusts some vampires.

Personal History (Please be detailed, this creates your basis for your character)

Creation
From a very early age, Mægin and her sister Fari were groomed to serve in the shrine of The Mother Goddess. Both girls were blessed with red hair, the favored color of the Mother. Red was the color of life and death, of rebirth, and those that bore the mark were quickly taught the ways of the temple.

As priestesses, both Mægin and her sister were forbidden to take a husband, and though it pained their father, mighty Björn, Son of Grïmkæl, that his line might end serving in the shrine of Fritha, he also knew that it was an honor above honors that so many of his own daughters would be chosen for such a duty. He always looked on his daughters with great pride, although Mægin always knew that he longed for one of them to have been born a man, a son to carry his lineage through the ages, but with their mother having succumbed to plague not 2 years after Fari's birth, and their father unwilling to follow custom and remarry, Mægin knew that the family line was broken.

Time passed, and the sisters served the shrine well. The customs and responsibilities became second nature, but as the two grew older a shadow loomed on the not so distant horizon. The Winter Solstice was fast approaching, and Mægin knew that both she and Fari would be eligible for the lottery. When the time came, rather then risk losing her sister, Mægin fixed the lottery so that when she reached into the leather pouch to draw her fate, that fate was already known to her. She drew the blackened piece of bread (none but her knew they were all blackened), and quickly began to prepare for the ritual. She was no longer Mægin, daughter of Björn, but referred to only as The Devoted One.

She consumed her last meal of cereal gruel, and walked with several cloaked figures willingly to the edge of the peat bog some miles outside the village. They wrapped the woven plait around her neck, and strangled her to the threshold of death. Her throat was then cut and she was thrown into the bog, still stubbornly holding onto life. She knew that the men would leave quickly, as this was meant to be a blood sacrifice to the Mother Goddess, and those that lingered would fall victim as well.

As the last shred of her existence began to seep from Mægin's body, she was pulled from the bog with unnatural force. Though she was now blind, and nearly dead, she could feel the Mother's presence, and then a warmth on her neck, warmth that spread like wildfire across her frozen body. She could feel her life drained, and at the same time held in limbo, as though she were not being permitted to die, and then permission was granted, and the warmth faded away just as quickly as it had come. This was her gift to Fritha, this body, this blood, this life.

When she awoke, she was genuinely surprised. Surely her life had been taken, hadn't it? It was dark out now, but then again it wasn't. There was an odd film over the world, as if everything that had ever been lost was found again. Everything was new, and she was seeing it again for the first time.
She saw him too, of course, the cloaked figure that lay a good twenty feet beyond her. She could see that his legs had been broken, twisted like paper, and through the cold air she could feel his heart beating, could smell his fear as he watched her rise from the dead. His blood ran, warm and sticky beneath the translucence of his skin, and she felt a depth of hunger that she had never felt before. A hunger that was both sexual and primordial, sordid and absolute. It was instinct that drove her next move, and she leapt the great distance that stood between them like it was nothing more then a single step. The man cried out, but all she could hear was the beating of his glorious heart. She sunk her teeth into his neck, and drank.

After she had fed, Mægin made her way back to the one place she knew. The village was alive with celebration, and she could see her sister, dancing in the moonlight, the light from the torches licking at her skin. Fari spun around, and her dress floated with her, and Mægin saw her brilliant smile. She looked down at her own clothes, stained with blood, and touched her fingers to her neck, then to her canines. They were great and unnatural, whatever had happened to her, she realized that she couldn't go back-- she was cursed. Tears streamed down her face, and when she wiped them away she saw the blood staining her fingertips. Mægin turned, leaving the village behind her forever, and entered the world. Newly born, and still hungry, she began the search for her Mother.

Odd Questions(To help define your character)

1. A stranger at a bar offers your character a drink, what is a typical response? If they are well dressed, and attractive enough, she might invite them back to her private booth for that... drink.
2. Your character finds a lost child alone on the streets. What do they do? Instruct her driver not to run it over.
3. A bar fight erupts in the nightclub your character is in, what do they do? Megan doesn't frequent the kind of nightclubs where bar fights erupt.
4. What animal does your character most identify with? Birds of prey.