Fiorella Le'Rose
Faceclaim: Suki Waterhouse
Species: Pure Nephilim
Age: 24
Status: In The Community
Family: None

Fiorella comes from a high french family that has been around for Hundreds of years. Her family lived peacefully for generations, her mother and father were pure blooded nephilim making her one as well, lived in the heart of Paris. They were newlyweds when they had Fiorella, whom was born in spring, Her mother Genevieve was ecstatic to have a little girl and spent every waking moment with her new baby. Fiorella's father, Phillipe, was a working man he had dozens of businesses and worked in a private company not even his wife knew about. But when he was home he wouldn't sleep, he would hold Fiorella and sing to her and tell her stories.

Fiorella had the epitome of a perfect life until one day her family was slaughtered right in front of a three year old Fiorella. Her family's attackers decided to leave her alive, in order to make her suffer the worse fate of all; walking the earth without the ones she loved. Fiorella grew up in a small orphanage til she was the tender age of twelve, it was difficult being the odd girl out, she had two thick scars on her back and her eyes were odd, she didn't understand it. But the nuns told Fiorella it was because the attack on her family but a part of just knew it was all a lie. One foggy morning a man came in claiming to be the small child's uncle, which with one look at the aged male Fiorella could see her father in him.

Taking Fiorella from the orphanage with no word to anyone or signing any papers traveled far for days on in, slowly deteriorating from exhaustion and the loss of food. Soon they came upon England, collapsing at it's town line, quickly rescued by the others her uncle spoke, and taken to their safe house of sorts. There, the leader helped bring her to health and after several months, she was back to health, and trained in the knowledge of what happened to her family but was still missing the big picture. What she was, she noticed in the infirmary as she washed away he dirt and from from her that her once honey brown eyes had a purple tint to them. Promised by her uncle that Fiorella will know soon when the time was right for her, until then she kept up with her studies and training her uncle Louis immediately put her into.

The leader of this group of Nephilims took a pre-teen Fiorella under his wing, and kept a close eye on her, noticing how different from the rebellious brash kids she was. Soon, he started to put Fiorella with the older children there as she got more advanced to push her make her tough. She was smaller than the others, more calmer and passive then most, in the orphanage they taught a young Fiorella that violence was never the answer. If she wanted to do something to make an impact in the world she would have to do it through love and bravery. Sometimes it makes Fiorella feel guilty about her situation since she has never done anything very brave in her lifetime. She had been given this so called gift and was never sure she had truly earned or deserved it.

Now here in this place Fiorella was often picked on because of her gentle demeanor and constant rejection to fight. She ignored the comments easily though. Focused all her efforts on perfecting her combat skills. Fiorella happened to be a natural born fighter, anything that was thrown at her she managed to fight back with a graceful ease. It was when Fiorella was sixteen years of age when everything took a turn for the worse. She had begun to notice a change within in her she was starting to mature and her abilities were getting stronger. One night in the dead of night a wave of cries for help echoed through the safe house, running down stairs Fiorella saw corpses littering the foyer of her once safe home. Her uncle told Fiorella to run, leave England and don't look back.

Fiorella left she ran through the streets til she fell in the grassy hills, her breaths leaving he in short white puffs visible in the cold night air. Losing all will to fight or go on she laid there giving up but she could see her mother knelt down in front of her encouraging to get up just like when she was a small child learning to walk and Fiorella worked up all the fight she had in her to get up. Struggling Fiorella could hear multiple footsteps coming towards her while she crawled onto her feet, turning to face the mysterious attackers she used her strength and inflicted pain onto them and willed her legs to move and carry her far from there.

Fiorella ran and ran, snuck on trains and boats til she was landed in the middle of nowhere, weak and tired she limped her way to a city of lights she later learned was Evermore a place in Colorado, a supernatural haven for people such as herself. Years passed and Fiorella made a place for herself, she put herself through school and Culinary Arts, everything was going surprisingly well for her. In a deep sleep Fiorella heard a loud noise and she woke in sheer panic thinking back on her childhood, it was happening again. But when her home shook and knickknacks fell from shelves, glass breaking throughout the house Fiorella felt a hard impact on her head and blackness overtook her.

Fiorella awoke on the floor, head pounding, and her back felt heavy. She slowly worked her way to the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror, her eyes wide and her mouth ajar she had two giant pairs of wings around her. From then on life was never as it seemed any more.

Personality Traits

Positive: Gentle - Compassionate - Skillful - Passive
Negative: Over-emotional - Self critical - Stubborn - Reserved