Bianca Fairday Nee Sforza | European Vampire

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✧ Intelligent
✧ Logical
✧ Gentle
✧ Confident

Negatives (At Least 3):
✦ Cruel
✦ Ruthless
✦ Cunning
✦ Cold

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Parents: Galeazzo Maria Sforza, Duke of Milan and Bona of Savoy
Siblings: Gian Galeazzo Sforza, Hermes Maria Sforza and Anna Sforza
Other Family: Francesco I Sforza and Bianca Maria Viscontin (Grandparents), Ambrogio De Predis Aka Kyle Welch Welsh (Sire)
Important Others: None
History: Bianca Sforza was born to Galeazzo Maria Sforza and Bona of Savoy on April 5, 1472. She was the eldest daughter and thus given the title of Dutchess Consort of Savoy due to her mother's title. Tragedy struck early in the young girl's life however, her father was assassinated in Milan, on December 26, 1476. This was, however not the first major life event in her life that would come to shape the way she is today.

On January 6, 1474, at the tender age of three years, Bianca was married to her first cousin, Philibert I, Duke of Savoy. He was the son of her Uncle Amadeus IX of Savoy and Yolande of France. The young Duke died in the spring of 1482, leaving Bianca a widow at the age of ten. This caused her to return to Milan, being taken under the wing of her Uncle Ludovico Moro, though he proved to care little for the child's actual education, allowing her instead to indulge in her own interests which at the time was mainly needlework.

In 1485, on July 31st another engagement betwee Bianca and Janus Corvinus would be announced. Janus Corvinus was the only son of King Matthias of Hunagary. With this union, the Hungarian ruler wanted to secure his son's future inheritance of Hungary and Bohemia, as well as making him Duke of Austria. The marriage was signed on November 25, 1487 and according to the terms of the Contract Bianca recieved several Hungarian counties, however, due to the opposition of Queen Beatrix, the Kings's wife, the formal Marriage never took place.

The next offical marriage would be on March 16, 1494 in Hall, Tyrol. Bianca married for the second time to the king of the Holy Roman Empire, Maximillan I. Maximillan had been a widower since the death of his first wife, Mary of Burgundy. This marriage was arranged by her uncle, who wanted recogniniton and the title of Duke confirmed by the Emperor. In exhange, the Emporer recieved a large dowry along with Bianca. At her wedding, Bianca wore a bodice that was said to have eighty pieces of the jewlers art pinned on it, with each peice consisting of one ruby and four pearls. The dowry that she brought with her was 400,000 ducats and through this union, Maximillan was able to assert his right to the Imperial overloardship of Milan. The concequence of this would be the wrath of Anne of France, regent for her brother King Charles VIII and it would bring about the French intervention in Italy, thus starting the lengthy Italian wars.

The marriage was never a happy one, Maximillan would complain soon after the consummation of the union that Bianca was indeed more beautiful than his first wife, but not as wise. She would find it impossible to win the affections of her husband due to him considering her too uneducated, talkative, naive, wasteful with money and generally careless. Their mutiple attempts to have children also failed but that did not stop her from enjoying the company of her husbands two surviving children, however she was constantly critized for forgetting her dignity in favor of sitting on the floor with the children to play.

Sometime after 1500, Maximillan lost all interest in Bianca. This hurt her more than anything else as he began to use her for little more than security when he could not pay for room and board on trips. He did give her a court all her own in Milan, having various castles in Tyrol. Eight years after recieving her own court, Maximillan took the title of Holy Roman Emperor Elect, making Bianca Empress by marriage. Bianca became used to being alone, ensuring that those that she did hold court over were well taken care of, despite what her husband complained about.

In 1510, she would meet the man that would forever change her life in ways she would have never expected. Ambrogio de Predis was alluring and charming, persuasive and kind. It did not take the man very long to have her full attention and possibly even her heart. She had no clue that he had only planned to use her in order to find out more about the empire that she ruled with her Husband, nor did she realize that the way her husband treated her was wrong until her unexpected suitor offered a better life. The option to flee, to leave her lonely, painful life behind and become a being that could no longer be harmed by mortal hands again was something that was tempting albeit a bit terrifying at first.

Bianca's offical death was recorded as December 31, 1510. They buried a chamber maid in her clothes in Stams, her husband being none the wiser, having not bothered to attend her funeral nor even dedicate a gravestone to her but the Empress lived, earning the monicre of The Vampire Empress due to being so close to Ambrogio and her human title as well. Nine years later, Bianca would leave his side, having gotten word that her former husband still lived. Something within her shifted and she saught reperation for the way he had treated her. She turned her emotions off and set off to Wels, Austria and took the life of her late husband.

After the slaughter of her late husband, Bianca reigned hell upon her former kingdom from the shadows. She became a nuisance and a horror to those that came upon her in those early years. Mostly due to the wars that happened within Italy at the time, and her late husband's refusal to properly honor his wife's death, many had forgotten about their Empress. For a very long time, it was almost a game to the ruthless woman. She would ask after the 'deceased' Empress and if her victim knew nothing of her, she would kill them brutally after feeding from them.

Over time, Bianca would come to realize that it wasn't just her name that would become lost to the yellowed pages of History. Her late husband was all but forgotten to everyone save those who actively studied the history of her home land and the Holy Roman Empire itself. It was during a time of self-discovery within the early 1700's that Bianca decided to feel again, this however, sent her spiraling into a major depression. Every victim, every drop of blood spilled weighed heavily on her mind, slowly beginning to crack and erode the woman's fragile psyche. Having no one to turn to at the moment, she lashed out at those around her, taking her pain and anger out on those she fed off of. Many had forgotten her name but it wasn't only her name that was forgotten. Her title was gone as well and she was left with nothing but the memories of a time where she had been reveered and loved.

This gave Bianca a goal, however. She found herself striving to take her title back. She wanted to be praised again, worshiped as the Queen that she once was and she would stop at nothing to regain that. With a deep seated need to be noticed, loved and praised, the woman strove to blend into High society once more. She used her lineage to feign paperwork connecting her new Alias, Bianca Fairday to the Dukes and Duchess' of old, including herself but even then, she could not just claim the title of Empress once more as by the time everything had been officiated, proper channels taken and everything looked into, the Holy Roman Empire was no more.

Bianca was, in short, a Queen without a crown. The woman made many attempts to insert herself in several other courts in hopes that she could catch the attention of yet another Prince but to no avail. This prompted her to shut her emotions off once more, having gotten her heart broken far too many times, her hopes shattered over and over again. Instead, she sought out a way to do things herself, taking the lives of those who refused to bow to the woman, human or creature alike. She continued her one woman crusade across Europe for many years, using her powers of compulsion and telepathy to sway those that wished to help her rise to power once again.

For years, her infamy grew steadily but all good things must eventually come to an end. In 1910, the Vampire Empress fell from grace for a second time. This time, it was due to a Hunter that had tracked her down. She was betrayed by her own people and nearly killed but she managed to escape when the mortal Hunter drew too close and she was able to compell the man to plunge the stake through his own heart instead. Such a close call caused her to disappear into the shadows, finding that this new era was not one in which she would be able to enjoy freely.

Bianca remained in the shadows for about a hundred and ten years, allowing the years to slip past like sand in a sieve. She did not, however remain idle. She plotted and planned, working out a way to bring herself back into power. She knew she would have to do it alone, for the most part and that was fine with her. What she wasn't counting on was her travels being cut short. She was, in a way, looking for followers, a new court as it were and so had decided to leave Europe and head for America. She had arrived in New York on April 15,2020 via plane and started a completely new life once again.

In the age of Internet celebrities and Instagram idols, the woman began learning, observing the culture around her as much as she could. She adapted rather quickly, finding that gaining an online audience was far easier than anything else she had persued before. Bianca would have never once guessed that opening her door could transport her to a entirely different town, but that is exactly what happened. She was leaving her apartment to head to a party but upon stepping through the door, she found herself standing not in the hallway of her apartment building but on the porch of an unfamiliar house. Confused, she tried the door but she found that whatever had brought her here would not be allowing her to go home the same way.




Alias: Carrie
How did you find us?: River Lily
Experience: 15 years
Other Characters: Amaaya Johnson, Rayvn Black, Ryoo Chandler, Nessa
RP Sample:The sun eased behind the highest peak of the blood mountains, torches and oil lamps slowly beginning to glow softly outside of the houses and shops that made up the Kingdom of Rengetul Sangelui. Those that did not wish to be caught on the streets after dark hurried home, seeking out the warmth and safety of the hearth while others found comfort in the creeping darkness, shedding the figment of mortal coil and allowing such things to dissolve into growing shadows to reveal the beasts beneath the tentative surface. Some of the shops that had sat dark all through the daylight hours lit up, their doors swinging open to welcome those that wished to step inside and browse the oddities within but this gradual awakening did not stop at the edge of town.

Along the castle walls, fires and lanterns began to burn atop the battlements, signaling the rising of those within. Further within the looming charred stone walls a woman stirred as the massive doors to her chamber creaked open to allow a single blonde haired girl entrance. She carried a silver tray, a single goblet upon it. The young woman approached the large dark oak bed and stood near the nightstand, not daring to say a word as she awaited the being within to draw her first breath of the evening. This process was one that was familiar with all who resided within the castle and a few without as well, though very few had the privilege of being so close when the nightly restoration of life happened.

Behind the thick cotton curtains, laying upon crimson sheets of silk a woman as pale as the moon rested with her eyes closed, soft features framed by soft curls of fiery red hair. A soft gasp slipped from the woman's slightly parted lips as her emerald eyes fluttered open and she sat up, back arching slightly as she let her head drop back for a moment, reveling in the scent that filled the room. She could hear the young woman's heartbeat, it's quick frightened rhythm pounding in her ears as she carefully folded back the bedclothes and allowed her feet to meet with the soft rug beneath. She reached up and drew the curtain back, stretching like a cat waking from a long nap as she took the goblet from the tray and drank slowly, ignoring the female that held the tray as if she were just another piece of furniture.

The redhead was clothed in a black form fitting shift that hugged her voluptuous body, cut low as it was meant for little more than to cover what was necessary while she slept. When she was finished she sat the goblet back on the tray and waved the young woman away dismissively, not once making eye contact with her. She moved across the stone room in silence until she reached the wardrobe and opened the doors, taking in the various dresses that hung there with scrutiny. There was little to do out of the usual and she found that it was perhaps not so necessary to overdo it with formalities.

The young woman left her and soon three more entered in her stead, standing aside while the woman chose what she wished to wear for the day. Once the woman had selected her dress, they removed it from the wardrobe and assisted the woman in changing. The female remained perfectly still, statuesque as the three handmaids stripped her of the shift, washed her and clothed her with the deep forest green gown before assisting her into the matching heels. One of them brought a chair over and allowed the woman a place to sit as they began to brush out her hair and braid it, the pleats falling down her back as another placed the black crown upon her head, a single ruby encrusted in the center.

A low rumbling could be heard from near the bed as the woman's pet seemed to awaken from it's own slumber, the beast rising from it's place beside her bed only to lumber over to the woman as the women fretted and fussed over their Queen's features. By the time they were done, the woman looked as regal as ever, her pale hand falling atop the massive green drake's head gently as she rose once again. By now, there was already a que waiting in the throne room for the woman. Once more she dismissed the three women without even looking at them before stepping from the room. The train of the gown swept behind her measured steps as she headed for the throne room. Soon enough Court was called to order as the woman took her place on the tall backed throne in the center, her chin tilted up ever so slightly as she kept her back straight, shoulders back and listened to those who came before her.



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