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The first frost of the season had finally arrived, but Lumia did not mind. She had been born on a winter day such as this, but that had been several hundred years ago now. Unlike traditional vampires, where you were bitten, turned and sired -- her family had been one of the lucky few to actually have children, which previously seemed biologically impossible.
But on the rare occasion it did happen— a woman such as Lumia existed. She was currently in her mid 20s, and had slowed down aging once she reached this point. Her father and mother were permanently stuck in their late 30s and early 40s, so it was assumed that Lumia, upon reaching her mid thirties would be forever frozen in time.
She didn’t quite mind this though, over each century she found herself enjoying the advancements in technology and thankfully since the world had been familiar with the supernatural for quite some time now, it hadn’t been uncommon for her to remain in one place anymore.
It also hadn’t been uncommon for supernatural families to know one another. Different classes existed just like with the mortal world—those who thought they were better than other supernaturals — ‘purists’ so to speak.
And these lineages saw themselves above the rest, those known in high society. There are the ‘pure’ covens, mages and vampires alike. And then there are lycans - or more commonly known as werewolves, who also had their own packs and ‘purebreds’.
There are also the lower class supernatural families, who were more accepting of mixing bloodlines, and were more open minded. These families were obviously looked down upon by the upper classes, but most of them didn’t care and paid the uppers no mind.
Except for one family.
Amongst the ‘pure’ families was one such mage lineage, and they seemed to actually care for the lower classes— or at least did not seem to be disgusted by them like the other purists were. It was seen that they had done a bunch of work in different charities, gave back to their communities and treated their supernatural and lower class staff that they hired fairly and equally. It was also no secret that the head of the family, who had been alive for a very long time was wanting to retire and choose a new head mage— or less commonly known as a high priest or priestess.
Witches and Warlocks— now known as mages, lived very very long lives. With modern technology and advances in science in medicine, it was made more possible than the simple anti aging spells one caster would use.
And of course this family used it to its full advantage. For there had been talks of the successor, and one candidate was the daughter who was well renowned and refined amongst other witches— coveted by those for her beauty and power. But behind closed doors, the public was not aware that she actually detested her family’s morals. She knew if she became the high priestess, she would fire the loyal staff who had been working for her family for ages, and replace them with more competent staff, ones she would personally hand pick. She wouldn’t be like her non magical brother and propose more ‘fairness’ as there truly was no fairness in this world, and their line was something that shouldn’t be tainted.
Speaking of, she absolutely hated that her half, non magical brother was also a candidate to become the head mage. It was absurd, that he— born from a lowly witch with low magical power — to be considered head mage — when he didn’t even have powers?
She knew that their family company used modern science with their magical ingredients to advance technology but Gwenevere hated that fact. That wasn’t the ‘right’ way, and she saw it as a disgrace to the traditional ways a witch would work. What use were their grimoires then, nothing more than
fancy paper weights?!
And to make matters worse, Gwenevere worked with her magicless brother. And although she was the president of the company currently, he was head manager of a smaller sub division. Still, it made her skin crawl just thinking about all the low class hires he was screening. Equality this, equality that. But, she knew she would have to convince her father someway to make her high priestess without alluding to the fact that she stood against the family’s morals—if he found out, it would be her downfall.
Lumia sat there in the waiting room, waiting her turn to be called back. Her father had set up this job interview for her at the company of the famous mage lineage — the same one that Gwenevere and her brother were working at.
For as old as she was, Lumia was more than well versed in several degrees and had bachelors and masters in pretty much everything she found interesting — and could afford. But even supernatural economies had their ups and downs in the job market and being laid off from her previous long time job hurt her terribly. Her family had been of lower class simply due to the fact that she was a born vampire and not a ‘true’ vampire. For years they had been ostracized from her father’s original coven simply for having a child, which was looked down upon heavily in the vampire community. The women there weren’t desiring to be a mother or have a family — they were there to be forever young and party all the time.
Yet her father had made friends with the head mage, and the head mage of this particular family she was about to work for— or at least she hoped she could— she knew him to be very kind.
When she was growing up, she hadn’t known the head mage all too well — at least to what she could remember, but on the few parties she had been invited to alongside her parents when she became older, she remembered both of the mage siblings that were their father’s pride and joy. She also remembered that the siblings had lost both of their mothers at a young age in their extended mortal lives, and although she tried befriending the sister Gwenevere, it didn’t seem as if the friendship was genuine.
Lumia hadn’t seen much of the male sibling during the few times she had been over. The only interactions she had were brief in passing, a quick and curt hello and ‘get home safely’, were the common things she’d get out of him. He always seemed engrossed in his work whenever she had been over, or highly distracted. But Lumia didn’t think ill of the brother in the slightest.
She also knew he would be the one conducting her interview, and for the time being she looked down to her hands. Fidgeting with a sunlight ring on her finger, she glanced up and around the office. She currently was wearing a dark wine red sweater, a black corduroy skirt with opaque tights and matching black knee high boots. Dressed for a winter’s day, although she never got ‘cold’. She hoped she wasn’t underdressed and she also hoped as extensive as her resume was, she wouldn’t be turned away. She knew they were family friends but that didn’t mean she’d be turn down for someone who wasn’t.
For as old as she was, Lumia was more than well versed in several degrees and had bachelors and masters in pretty much everything she found interesting — and could afford. But even supernatural economies had their ups and downs in the job market and being laid off from her previous long time job hurt her terribly. Her family had been of lower class simply due to the fact that she was a born vampire and not a ‘true’ vampire. For years they had been ostracized from her father’s original coven simply for having a child, which was looked down upon heavily in the vampire community. The women there weren’t desiring to be a mother or have a family — they were there to be forever young and party all the time.
Yet her father had made friends with the head mage, and the head mage of this particular family she was about to work for— or at least she hoped she could— she knew him to be very kind.
When she was growing up, she hadn’t known the head mage all too well — at least to what she could remember, but on the few parties she had been invited to alongside her parents when she became older, she remembered both of the mage siblings that were their father’s pride and joy. She also remembered that the siblings had lost both of their mothers at a young age in their extended mortal lives, and although she tried befriending the sister Gwenevere, it didn’t seem as if the friendship was genuine.
Lumia hadn’t seen much of the male sibling during the few times she had been over. The only interactions she had were brief in passing, a quick and curt hello and ‘get home safely’, were the common things she’d get out of him. He always seemed engrossed in his work whenever she had been over, or highly distracted. But Lumia didn’t think ill of the brother in the slightest.
She also knew he would be the one conducting her interview, and for the time being she looked down to her hands. Fidgeting with a sunlight ring on her finger, she glanced up and around the office. She currently was wearing a dark wine red sweater, a black corduroy skirt with opaque tights and matching black knee high boots. Dressed for a winter’s day, although she never got ‘cold’. She hoped she wasn’t underdressed and she also hoped as extensive as her resume was, she wouldn’t be turned away. She knew they were family friends but that didn’t mean she’d be turn down for someone who wasn’t.
Name: Lumia Elin
Age: Appearance 28 years, actual age…a lady never tells, but several centuries old.
Race: Vampire (born)
Height: just short of 5’4
Appearance:
her eyes are a very dark and deep ruby red. Her eyes can sometimes— well, they appear to become pinker in hue when she’s excited about something.Background: explained above
Likes/dislikes: She prefers rainy/cloudy days to sunny ones, for obvious reasons. Is usually found frequenting a favorite coffee shop of hers and is also commonly found at the nearest museum, says she sees things she used to use / own. Loves history and watching all the ‘conspiracy theories’ about back then. She is not fond of water— especially deep pools or any large bodies of water. She cannot swim, nor does she wish to learn. Floods do worry her, especially in storms, but she has avoided many and aim to continue to do so.
She is soft spoken, yet passionate on what she likes. She believes all creatures big or small deserve to take up space and will help even the tiniest of creatures. She refuses to drink blood from animals and has resorted to drinking synthetic blood. She found human blood wasn’t to her liking as most mortal blood contained some sort of vervain (an herb that is harmful to vampires like wolfsbane is to werewolves) and typically burned her mouth when feeding.
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