Post by KATALINA ROSA DE LA VEGA on Oct 21, 2014 21:37:33 GMT
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KATALINA DE LA VEGA [break][break]
arielle kebbel
KATALINA DE LA VEGA [break][break]
arielle kebbel
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THE BASICS
THE BASICS
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full name: katalina de la vega[break]
nick name(s): kat, lina, vega, blondie[break]
blood status: pureblood[break]
ability: vampire[break]
house and year: Slytherin ; seventh year[break]
wand type: 10 ½ inches, Veela hair, Ash[break]
occupation:she's a criminal, but not professionally (yet)[break]
birthday: march 13, 1894 [break]
age: one hundred and twenty-nine [break]
gender: female[break]
orientation: heterosexual[break][break]
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full name: katalina de la vega[break]
nick name(s): kat, lina, vega, blondie[break]
blood status: pureblood[break]
ability: vampire[break]
house and year: Slytherin ; seventh year[break]
wand type: 10 ½ inches, Veela hair, Ash[break]
occupation:she's a criminal, but not professionally (yet)[break]
birthday: march 13, 1894 [break]
age: one hundred and twenty-nine [break]
gender: female[break]
orientation: heterosexual[break][break]
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HISTORY
HISTORY
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Katalina was born on March 13, 1894 in Spain. The century was winding down to a close, and all she knew of the previous century was what her parents were able to tell her. The worst part was the fact that she completely missed the splendor of the Spanish Empire at the height of it's power. She grew up a sheltered life, hardly ever leaving the manor. Her mother and father taught her magic since they had become very untrusting of the outside world, and the tutors taught her English, French, Latin, music, and dance. She asked her parents once about why she was being taught at home, and all they said was that the outside world was a dangerous place. The muggle world was splitting in two because of a few angry countries, and they didn't want their only child in the middle of that. They preferred how things were when they were growing up. Kat came to learn that the reason for all of this is because her parents never wanted their only chance at a higher class life trapped under the weight of muggle feuding.
The new century came and went, and the whole world was industrializing. Her parents realized that they would need to marry her off soon before she would have to leave the house. They decided that she was going to marry the son of another pureblood family. This way, they could properly solidify their continued existence in the high society of wizards. She turned seventeen in March of 1912, and was supposed to be married at the end of the month. At a wedding dress fitting one afternoon she snapped. It dawned on her, while looking in the mirror at herself in the silvery white dress, she had spent seventeen years of her life doing exactly what everyone around her told her to do. The woman basically didn't have a mind of her own. She learned what they taught her, she ate what they fed her, she was going to marry someone they told her to. On top of that, she met the boy she was going to marry. She had even been alone with him a few times. Kat learned he had quite the temper.
Kat stopped the seamstress, and convinced her that she just needed some air. She never even took off the wedding gown. She ran from the main house down to the edge of the cliffs. The family manor was on the coast of Spain, and the cliff was practically a straight drop to the ocean. This was her only way out. She removed the dagger from the folds of her dress, and plunged it into her torso. She had meant for her body to fall over the cliff, but she couldn't control the way her body fell after she stabbed herself. She fell sideways, a bubble of blood coming from her mouth, and her vision swamed, blurring the view of the ocean. Kat was dying, and she was finally free. Until, she noticed a large figure standing before her.
Then, she opened her eyes to darkness. She had to be dead, but the longer she looked, the more she realized she could see a marble pattern. The stone was cold to the touch, and she could smell fresh dirt, and white lilies. She had been buried! Then she heard a voice. The voice of her fiancee. He was mocking her death. In a panic, Katalina bust out of the coffin, not completely sure how she had the strength to do so. Then confusion set in. She tried to die. If she did die then why was she obviously awake, but if that strange figure saved her, why was she buried. All she knew was that she was angry, and wanted him death for making a mockery of her. In one movement, she ripped his head off. With the incredible amount of blood, she found herself hungry. Ten minutes later, she was a fresh-faced vampire.
Kat knew she had to leave. She couldn't stay when everyone she ever knew thought she was dead, and she just committed a murder. She left for England, the only place she could go in Europe that was far enough away from the main land. There she heard rumor of an unsinkable ship ready to set sail in the next two days for America. It was called the Titanic. After stealing a boarding pass for second class, she managed to trick her way onto the ship. For the few days that she was on the voyage, she managed to eat her way through most of the lowest class. Then the ship struck an iceberg. Being a woman, she was able to secure her place in a life boat, and all around her she could see the already dead victims, and the dying souls from the ship. By the time she made it to the United States, she thought that maybe her parents were right. She had killed herself, killed her fiancee, survived the wreckage of the Titanic, and the first World War was looming closer. There had to be somewhere for her to hide. Luckily for her, she stumbled into one of the most populous cities in the New World, New York.
There were so many people living in one area, from so many different backgrounds, that she barely had to try to hide at all. It was wonderful. Buildings were being built taller, without the use of magic, and there was even a railway being built underground. The horse was being taken over by the car, for those who could afford it. And Katalina could eat whenever she wanted, and no one noticed. She could go ballroom dancing when she pleased, play with the newest gadgets coming out of the factories. Katalina had all of these new freedoms for women to work with, and no one ever expected anything bad from her because she was a woman. The blond could not believe how her luck turned so much in such a short time. It couldn't possibly get any better than it was right then.
Then the century turned, and with the banning of alcohol now in place, she was starting to worry that her fun was dying down. That was until the first bootleggers came to town. The alcohol flowed, and the illegal activity skyrocketed. Then she ran into some bad luck. Amid all of the short flapper dresses, even shorter haircuts, she didn't realize she was getting sloppy. Someone working for the Maranzano family caught her brutally murdering a man, and then clearing the scene better than anything they had ever seen. In the shock of being caught at all, she followed them back to Salvatore Maranzano himself. He was very impressed. She couldn't become part of the family because she wasn't Italian, but he did want to keep her close. He hired her to do a few things on the seedier side that his boys couldn't. Under the wing of Sal she learned trafficking, extortion, blackmail, bootlegging, even a few more creative tricks for murder. Then, Maranzano's enemy, Joe Masseria got wind of Maranzano's protege, but since she was hired and not family he could approach her.
Before the Roarin' 20s ended, Katalina de la Vega was a widely utilized gangster for hire. Then Maranzano was killed, then Masseria. Going into the 1930s she became close friends with Charlie Luciano. Kat became the only female in organized crime, and one of the most successful hired mobsters in the early 1900s. She was able to kill as much as she wanted, never going blood hungry, and no one cop could ever get their hands on her because of the fact that she was a vampire working with magic. However, the decade long party was over, and now was what could only be described as the awful after party cleanup. The 30s weren't called the Great Depression for nothing. Her reputation spread farther, and it managed to get to the wizarding authorities in the the US. While everyone else was falling on hard times, she was red flagging the wrong people. By 1939, they were getting closer on her tail, and she had to make herself disappear.
For the first time in twenty-five years, she had to leave the metropolis of New York City. She also had to keep a low profile. It was around this time that she would have to learn some self control. She was running her way through all of New England, hoping to go back to New York one day. In the fall of 1941, she had an incident that told her she needed to get out of the New England. Crossing the state line between New Hampshire and Massachusetts, she was on a run through the woods outside of Salem. The air changed around her. Now, with the magic school nearby she expected that sort of thing, but this smell was not the smell of witch. It was defiantly more animal, and it was something she wasn't familiar with, but put her on edge. Kat picked up her speed, but didn't stop. First she heard the snarling, then came the smell of wet dog mixed with dirt, then she saw the big gray and black werewolf coming at her from the left side down. It chased her, and cut her corners almost better than she did. After a lot of close calls, she managed to get out one swipe at his shoulder, and brought her hand back with a clump of fur. When it snipped at her, she high tailed it into the trees. Out of reach, she was able to make it to a more densely populated area where she was able to breath, and check out her body. Her shirt was ripped into shreds, and there was just the slightest smear of evidence that something came close to her skin. Katalina nearly died that night, and she had made it a point to stay away from the things like werewolves that were going to kill her.
She used the forties and the new World War as her cover to escape the authorities on the East Coast. By the 1950s, she was traveling through all of the back roads and tiny towns of the continental United States. During that James Dean era, she had to up her innocent act, and she couldn't have been happier when the sixties turned. More and more color came to every day life. People were wearing pinks and greens and oranges, and she was surprised with how much she loved the color. It wasn't long before she officially identified herself as a flower child, a hippie as she would be called in the seventies. There was one thing that stood out for her more than anything else in the sixties. It was the three days she spent back in the state of New York, in August, that became known as Woodstock. Katalina spent the entirety of the three days there, ignoring the weather and the dirt, just to enjoy the music of artists like Santana, Janis Joplin, The Who, and the most incredible finale by none other than Jimi Hendrix himself. It was wild.
With the psychedelic beauty of Woodstock ending, and all of the artists heading back to the West Coast, she decided to catch a ride on someone's plane. Lucky for her, the easiest plane to get on was Jimi's. After a few hours with Jimi which came after three days at Woodstock, she realized that spending her life following the music was the best idea ever. It might have been the most freeing decade she ever lived through. She clearly remembered one night where she was streaking with a group of other people in silent protest. She didn't remember what they were protesting, but running naked around the town made her definitely remember how she starting the century a professional gangster and was in the present as a hippie. Never in her wildest human dreams did she think that she would have possibly done as much as she did in her life. The streaking especially would have killed her mother.
Eventually she traded her flower headband and peace sign tank tops for the black leather and neon accessories. She began to have flashes from the violence she committed back in New York City, as the music she based her whole life on became more rock and less roll. Though still worshiping at the alter of Jimi Hendrix and John Lennon, she made room for other men in her life, like Bon Jovi and Micheal Jackson. People were more and more independent, and she finally accepted her new after life as a vampire. That she was much freer, and independent was what she was looking for while she was human, and if it took dying and coming back for her to experience this then it certainly couldn't be a bad thing. It was probably the best thing to ever happen to her.
Then things went dark. There were whispers all over the country of something brewing in Europe. From the few little tidbits of information that she could gather it had to be something magical because the muggles had no idea what it was exactly. She traveled to Salem to get a better idea of what was happening. Some Lord went power crazy, and was trying to take over. There were a load of Lords in England and someone was always power hungry, but she was curious as to why this specific situation was getting so much press, even across the ocean. Her curiosity was definitely peaked. With all of her curiosity and freedom, she decided that since she hadn't been to Europe since her death, she was going to make a trip over there. She found out that it was a lot more unsettling than she originally thought.
Walking around London, she caught snippets of conversations about what the Dark Lord was planning. She heard news of him recruiting vampires to do dirty work. It reminded her a lot of her job in New York in the twenties, but she wouldn't be getting paid, she would be taking over countries essentially. Her gangster side was actually considering it, while her flower child was completely against it. In the end, her peace lover won out, and she was ready to head back to America to hide out. Until she heard of a baby named Harry, who defeated the Dark Lord. Kat was definitely impressed with the story, even more if it was real. But the Dark Lord was defeated, so something had to have done it. She spent a quiet decade or so in London, until the darkness started to pop up every now and then.
When the Dark Lord came back, Katalina was a little afraid that he was going to start recruiting vampires again. For a solid year, she was in hiding, unwilling to make her presence known because she was not about to be used for someone's world domination plan. Until the baby Harry, who was now a grownup, defeated him again. With all of her new free time she spent not hiding, she had to come up with a new idea to spend her time. There was one thing that she never had the opportunity to experience. With the family that she had, she never got the chance to go to an actual school. That's when she got the idea to go to Hogwarts for just one year to see what it was like.
Katalina was born on March 13, 1894 in Spain. The century was winding down to a close, and all she knew of the previous century was what her parents were able to tell her. The worst part was the fact that she completely missed the splendor of the Spanish Empire at the height of it's power. She grew up a sheltered life, hardly ever leaving the manor. Her mother and father taught her magic since they had become very untrusting of the outside world, and the tutors taught her English, French, Latin, music, and dance. She asked her parents once about why she was being taught at home, and all they said was that the outside world was a dangerous place. The muggle world was splitting in two because of a few angry countries, and they didn't want their only child in the middle of that. They preferred how things were when they were growing up. Kat came to learn that the reason for all of this is because her parents never wanted their only chance at a higher class life trapped under the weight of muggle feuding.
The new century came and went, and the whole world was industrializing. Her parents realized that they would need to marry her off soon before she would have to leave the house. They decided that she was going to marry the son of another pureblood family. This way, they could properly solidify their continued existence in the high society of wizards. She turned seventeen in March of 1912, and was supposed to be married at the end of the month. At a wedding dress fitting one afternoon she snapped. It dawned on her, while looking in the mirror at herself in the silvery white dress, she had spent seventeen years of her life doing exactly what everyone around her told her to do. The woman basically didn't have a mind of her own. She learned what they taught her, she ate what they fed her, she was going to marry someone they told her to. On top of that, she met the boy she was going to marry. She had even been alone with him a few times. Kat learned he had quite the temper.
Kat stopped the seamstress, and convinced her that she just needed some air. She never even took off the wedding gown. She ran from the main house down to the edge of the cliffs. The family manor was on the coast of Spain, and the cliff was practically a straight drop to the ocean. This was her only way out. She removed the dagger from the folds of her dress, and plunged it into her torso. She had meant for her body to fall over the cliff, but she couldn't control the way her body fell after she stabbed herself. She fell sideways, a bubble of blood coming from her mouth, and her vision swamed, blurring the view of the ocean. Kat was dying, and she was finally free. Until, she noticed a large figure standing before her.
Then, she opened her eyes to darkness. She had to be dead, but the longer she looked, the more she realized she could see a marble pattern. The stone was cold to the touch, and she could smell fresh dirt, and white lilies. She had been buried! Then she heard a voice. The voice of her fiancee. He was mocking her death. In a panic, Katalina bust out of the coffin, not completely sure how she had the strength to do so. Then confusion set in. She tried to die. If she did die then why was she obviously awake, but if that strange figure saved her, why was she buried. All she knew was that she was angry, and wanted him death for making a mockery of her. In one movement, she ripped his head off. With the incredible amount of blood, she found herself hungry. Ten minutes later, she was a fresh-faced vampire.
Kat knew she had to leave. She couldn't stay when everyone she ever knew thought she was dead, and she just committed a murder. She left for England, the only place she could go in Europe that was far enough away from the main land. There she heard rumor of an unsinkable ship ready to set sail in the next two days for America. It was called the Titanic. After stealing a boarding pass for second class, she managed to trick her way onto the ship. For the few days that she was on the voyage, she managed to eat her way through most of the lowest class. Then the ship struck an iceberg. Being a woman, she was able to secure her place in a life boat, and all around her she could see the already dead victims, and the dying souls from the ship. By the time she made it to the United States, she thought that maybe her parents were right. She had killed herself, killed her fiancee, survived the wreckage of the Titanic, and the first World War was looming closer. There had to be somewhere for her to hide. Luckily for her, she stumbled into one of the most populous cities in the New World, New York.
There were so many people living in one area, from so many different backgrounds, that she barely had to try to hide at all. It was wonderful. Buildings were being built taller, without the use of magic, and there was even a railway being built underground. The horse was being taken over by the car, for those who could afford it. And Katalina could eat whenever she wanted, and no one noticed. She could go ballroom dancing when she pleased, play with the newest gadgets coming out of the factories. Katalina had all of these new freedoms for women to work with, and no one ever expected anything bad from her because she was a woman. The blond could not believe how her luck turned so much in such a short time. It couldn't possibly get any better than it was right then.
Then the century turned, and with the banning of alcohol now in place, she was starting to worry that her fun was dying down. That was until the first bootleggers came to town. The alcohol flowed, and the illegal activity skyrocketed. Then she ran into some bad luck. Amid all of the short flapper dresses, even shorter haircuts, she didn't realize she was getting sloppy. Someone working for the Maranzano family caught her brutally murdering a man, and then clearing the scene better than anything they had ever seen. In the shock of being caught at all, she followed them back to Salvatore Maranzano himself. He was very impressed. She couldn't become part of the family because she wasn't Italian, but he did want to keep her close. He hired her to do a few things on the seedier side that his boys couldn't. Under the wing of Sal she learned trafficking, extortion, blackmail, bootlegging, even a few more creative tricks for murder. Then, Maranzano's enemy, Joe Masseria got wind of Maranzano's protege, but since she was hired and not family he could approach her.
Before the Roarin' 20s ended, Katalina de la Vega was a widely utilized gangster for hire. Then Maranzano was killed, then Masseria. Going into the 1930s she became close friends with Charlie Luciano. Kat became the only female in organized crime, and one of the most successful hired mobsters in the early 1900s. She was able to kill as much as she wanted, never going blood hungry, and no one cop could ever get their hands on her because of the fact that she was a vampire working with magic. However, the decade long party was over, and now was what could only be described as the awful after party cleanup. The 30s weren't called the Great Depression for nothing. Her reputation spread farther, and it managed to get to the wizarding authorities in the the US. While everyone else was falling on hard times, she was red flagging the wrong people. By 1939, they were getting closer on her tail, and she had to make herself disappear.
For the first time in twenty-five years, she had to leave the metropolis of New York City. She also had to keep a low profile. It was around this time that she would have to learn some self control. She was running her way through all of New England, hoping to go back to New York one day. In the fall of 1941, she had an incident that told her she needed to get out of the New England. Crossing the state line between New Hampshire and Massachusetts, she was on a run through the woods outside of Salem. The air changed around her. Now, with the magic school nearby she expected that sort of thing, but this smell was not the smell of witch. It was defiantly more animal, and it was something she wasn't familiar with, but put her on edge. Kat picked up her speed, but didn't stop. First she heard the snarling, then came the smell of wet dog mixed with dirt, then she saw the big gray and black werewolf coming at her from the left side down. It chased her, and cut her corners almost better than she did. After a lot of close calls, she managed to get out one swipe at his shoulder, and brought her hand back with a clump of fur. When it snipped at her, she high tailed it into the trees. Out of reach, she was able to make it to a more densely populated area where she was able to breath, and check out her body. Her shirt was ripped into shreds, and there was just the slightest smear of evidence that something came close to her skin. Katalina nearly died that night, and she had made it a point to stay away from the things like werewolves that were going to kill her.
She used the forties and the new World War as her cover to escape the authorities on the East Coast. By the 1950s, she was traveling through all of the back roads and tiny towns of the continental United States. During that James Dean era, she had to up her innocent act, and she couldn't have been happier when the sixties turned. More and more color came to every day life. People were wearing pinks and greens and oranges, and she was surprised with how much she loved the color. It wasn't long before she officially identified herself as a flower child, a hippie as she would be called in the seventies. There was one thing that stood out for her more than anything else in the sixties. It was the three days she spent back in the state of New York, in August, that became known as Woodstock. Katalina spent the entirety of the three days there, ignoring the weather and the dirt, just to enjoy the music of artists like Santana, Janis Joplin, The Who, and the most incredible finale by none other than Jimi Hendrix himself. It was wild.
With the psychedelic beauty of Woodstock ending, and all of the artists heading back to the West Coast, she decided to catch a ride on someone's plane. Lucky for her, the easiest plane to get on was Jimi's. After a few hours with Jimi which came after three days at Woodstock, she realized that spending her life following the music was the best idea ever. It might have been the most freeing decade she ever lived through. She clearly remembered one night where she was streaking with a group of other people in silent protest. She didn't remember what they were protesting, but running naked around the town made her definitely remember how she starting the century a professional gangster and was in the present as a hippie. Never in her wildest human dreams did she think that she would have possibly done as much as she did in her life. The streaking especially would have killed her mother.
Eventually she traded her flower headband and peace sign tank tops for the black leather and neon accessories. She began to have flashes from the violence she committed back in New York City, as the music she based her whole life on became more rock and less roll. Though still worshiping at the alter of Jimi Hendrix and John Lennon, she made room for other men in her life, like Bon Jovi and Micheal Jackson. People were more and more independent, and she finally accepted her new after life as a vampire. That she was much freer, and independent was what she was looking for while she was human, and if it took dying and coming back for her to experience this then it certainly couldn't be a bad thing. It was probably the best thing to ever happen to her.
Then things went dark. There were whispers all over the country of something brewing in Europe. From the few little tidbits of information that she could gather it had to be something magical because the muggles had no idea what it was exactly. She traveled to Salem to get a better idea of what was happening. Some Lord went power crazy, and was trying to take over. There were a load of Lords in England and someone was always power hungry, but she was curious as to why this specific situation was getting so much press, even across the ocean. Her curiosity was definitely peaked. With all of her curiosity and freedom, she decided that since she hadn't been to Europe since her death, she was going to make a trip over there. She found out that it was a lot more unsettling than she originally thought.
Walking around London, she caught snippets of conversations about what the Dark Lord was planning. She heard news of him recruiting vampires to do dirty work. It reminded her a lot of her job in New York in the twenties, but she wouldn't be getting paid, she would be taking over countries essentially. Her gangster side was actually considering it, while her flower child was completely against it. In the end, her peace lover won out, and she was ready to head back to America to hide out. Until she heard of a baby named Harry, who defeated the Dark Lord. Kat was definitely impressed with the story, even more if it was real. But the Dark Lord was defeated, so something had to have done it. She spent a quiet decade or so in London, until the darkness started to pop up every now and then.
When the Dark Lord came back, Katalina was a little afraid that he was going to start recruiting vampires again. For a solid year, she was in hiding, unwilling to make her presence known because she was not about to be used for someone's world domination plan. Until the baby Harry, who was now a grownup, defeated him again. With all of her new free time she spent not hiding, she had to come up with a new idea to spend her time. There was one thing that she never had the opportunity to experience. With the family that she had, she never got the chance to go to an actual school. That's when she got the idea to go to Hogwarts for just one year to see what it was like.
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