Name: Agga Desgoffe und Taxis

Age:  Looks 24, Real 27

Species: Dhampir

Weapon Affinity: Tessen (Metal Fan)

Colour Affinity: Teal

FC: Julianne Hough

Family: Volker Desgoffe und Taxis - Brother in Law

Deep within the heart of the European countryside the ancient traditions are upheld with reverent precision, the greater of Dhampir Society holding to the old ways out of respect and security. Unlike the group of vampires who had migrated to America the European sect stayed true to their ancestry, the majority of the population putting their trust for leadership and protection in the Dhampir Elite. The Elite consisted of Seven Houses of noble repute as well as a few wealthy merchant families who had clawed their way into high society. Together these families made up the governing body, ensuring that peace and safety were always maintained and that the Dhampir species was progressing. For hundreds of years the European Dhampir Society operated under the hierarchy of the Elite, the masses placing their absolute confidence in their leaders to keep them hidden and safe.

The Ritcher family are one of the Seven ruling families, their ancestry dating further back than even the everlasting memory of a vampire. Ever the pillars of justice and balance their family have commonly held positions as judges, magistrates, and lawyers within the Society determined to keep the peace and maintain the covenants of old. A few members have branched out over the years, taking on one odd profession or another but always in something lucrative. The Ritcher’s are renowned for their honor and diligence in all aspects of their lives, though the size of their pride is second only to the immensity of their treasury. Every child born into the family is impressed upon to uphold the dignity of the family name and to continue the legacy of greatness that had been laid down by generations before.

Agga Ritcher was born into the aristocracy, from the moment she came screaming into the world she was pressed into being a perfect lady and the model citizen of the gentry. Even as a small child her beauty and grace were whispered of, her golden hair revered and her blue eyes were said to enchant all those caught within her enchanting gaze. Rumors of what heights the Ritcher’s might reach with their newest prized flower at the forefront spread like wildfire. It was in the gardens of the Ritcher mansion that the family itself sought to aim high, a prime opportunity presenting itself within the gardens of their home.

Every year that Ritcher family held a grand outing for the elite, it’s opulence often making it the social event of the season. As the adults mingled and plotted and gossiped, Agga coaxed a young Volker into the gardens to play. The heir of the Desgoffe und Taxis family chased the flaxen haired sprite through the bushes and trees, their innocent laughter attracting attention from every guest within earshot. Looking on their parents struck a deal, betrothing the youngsters at the tender age of seven so that their families might gain strength by the union of their great houses.

From then on Agga’s life shifted perceptibly, her every instruction guiding her towards being the perfect wife and partner for the heir of Desgoffe und Taxis. When she turned ten she spent three summers in the Royal household, her friendship with the other youngsters growing the more time spent in their company. No other children would have understood the pressure or the expectations that were placed upon their little shoulders. Agga and Volker bonded deeply right from the get go, her gentle yet open demeanor making it easy for the young lad to communicate and relate. She also had a fun loving, wild side that attracted the young heir like a bee to a flower.

At the age of 12 Agga was sent to Fridolin’s School for Girl’s a finishing school that would teach her the basics of reading, writing, and arithmetic as well as several languages. Furthermore she would be educated on the traditions of Dhampir Society, the social graces necessary to a lady of the elite, and most importantly the duties of a wife. Thanks to the heavy coaching she had already received the Ritcher heiress bounded ahead of the entire class, her every move a poem written in silk and satin. It was public knowledge where she was headed and who she was engaged to though there were some who desperately wished to see the arrangement dissolved. The lofty attitude of the Ritcher’s had inevitably rubbed off on the heiress, her once gentle and unassuming manner evolving to the usual pride and self importance that befitted one of her stature and bloodline. As she progressed through school this sentiment was met with more than a little resentment, making her a few envious enemies who plotted to bring her low.

Her weapon claiming ceremony was pretty boring as they went. Her family had gathered in the huge Dojo that was situated in the middle of the city. It was a modern take on the what Dhampir dojos normally looked like. When the original dojo had be destroyed in an air raid during World War 2, Queen Fieke decided it would be better if it was rebuilt to fit into the aesthetic of the city scape, hiding in plain sight so to say. Her weapon was a Japanese Tessen, a metal fan that could be used for both offence and defence. Overall she was happy with it and how her ceremony went. She showed off her weapon at school but nothing much changed in that regard as a lot of her classmates had gotten their weapons too.

At the ripe age of 20 Agga and her classmates graduated from Fridolin’s School for Girls at the top of her class, naturally vindicating her position as a Ritcher. Despite her family’s warnings toward caution and prudence Agga decided to heed the pleas of her peers and cut loose a little, indulging in a few drinks during a celebration party. That one lapse in judgement would cost her everything she had ever worked for, dashing her hopes away like ashes in the wind. She woke the next morning, hungover and in bed with another man, her regrets of the night before nearly choking her. Acting quickly she gathered her things and slipped out, avoiding a huge scene though the damage had been done.  

Only two months before her wedding Agga came clean to Volker hoping to head off any malicious rumors that may blow her indiscretion out of proportion. Hanging her head in shame she stood stoically as both her family and his hurled curses and insults at her. While she took their disgust and condemnation in stride the hardest to bear was Volker’s silence. He refused to meet her eyes, the devastated look on his face lancing straight to her heart. From that moment on she was forbidden from speaking to him as the head’s of their families scrounged for a way to clean up the mess she had made.

In order to avoid a scandal that might mark both houses Agga was wed to Volker’s youngest brother, Karlheinz. The wedding was a small and quiet affair, thrown together in all haste and with none of the usual pomp and circumstance befitting a union of the Elite. Agga bore her heartbreak and dishonor gracefully, becoming aloof in her demeanor as she carried out her penance. Her new husband was the youngest son, barely 15, and with no prospects of ever taking the family legacy her life became a dreary and boring affair. Given the immaturity of her husband and the stigma of her mistake she was barely ever seen and even less sought out, forcing her to resign herself to a future of caring for Karlheinz, a boy not yet come into his prime.

Agga was constantly reminded how grateful she should be to be married to a Desgoffe und Taxis, that she should count her lucky stars that Volker’s family saw fit to still let her in the family. She was extremely sorry for her actions, it broke her heart a new to think of how she had betrayed the man she loved but she was heartsick at having his last name with no claim to him. Adding insult to injury a particularly vindictive acquaintance informed her that her indiscretion had been a setup, the man she had slept with doing so knowing full well what it would cost her. Still her anger was tempered by her unending shame and regret, for letting the one man who knew her best in world down there would never be a harsh enough punishment.

After 3 years of marriage to her boy husband Agga was just as discontent and bored as ever. By some miracle Volker had come to forgive her, even professing that he was still in love with her. Though her heart yearned to be with him, her disappointment in herself drove her to refuse to forgive herself forcing her to keep the love of her life at arm's length. Society had become ever more taxing on the young woman, her disgrace still fresh in the minds of the community preventing her from gaining any escape from her mistake.

It was Volker who found a solution offering her to accompany himself, Estheim, and company to America. She had heard about a city in Colorado that was home to several different species of supernatural beings including a coven of Vampires and Dhampir’s that she hoped would take them in and keep them safe. The lure of starting fresh, of escaping the ridicule of her past to make a new name for herself proved too big a temptation and she quickly agreed. Without a second thought she packed her things and followed Volker to Evermore, leaving her family legacy and her ghosts behind. What she did not know was Volker’s true reason for traveling to this supernatural city: To challenge the factions Ambassador Maximilian Salvano.

~Personality Traits~

Positive Traits: Watchful, Intelligent, Intuitive
Negative Traits: Bossy - Impatient - Easily Irritated