( maia reficco / cis fem / she/her ) â JULIETA YAZDANI has been living in Port Leiry for THREE DAYS. They currently work as a NEPO BABY/SERIAL KILLER and are 312 years old. No one is sure if theyâre actually a VAMPIRE or if theyâre connected to REARDON. They tend to be quite VICIOUS and RUTHLESS, but can also be AMBITIOUS and LOYAL.âÂ
BASICS
Name: Julieta Yazdani
Nickname: Jul, Juls
Age:Â appears 22 / actually 312
Sexuality: chaotic bisexual ( threat )
Species: vampire
Affiliation:Â reardon
Hometown: Buenos Aires, Argentina
Occupation: Nepo baby in her fatherâs plays/ballets, serial killer
Relationship Status: married ( open connection )
Personality Traits: ruthless, vicious, possessive, vindictive, loyal, mercurial, ambitious, charming
Character Inspo: Lady Macbeth, Amy Elliot Dunne, Margo Hanson
Aesthetic: Blood-soaked divinity; empires in freefall and sheâs dancing in the ruin; a whisper of tulle across a darkened stage; I am my motherâs child â Iâll love you till your breathing stops; a dainty despot atop a makeshift throne.
HISTORY
All you know is godhood, raised as you were by immortal beings â human life is fleeting thing, a temporary situation because for whatever purpose would two vampires raise a child if not to eventually turn her? Or so you spend much of your adolescence believing. MehrzÄd, your father, rescues you from nothingness; Nisha, your mother, is mercurial at best as much as you idolize her. You are his beloved pet and you do everything you can to please him. Your mother is more difficult, even as you try to do everything she tells you. There are days when she holds you close, teaches you the secret to controlling men; and others when she will not look at you, will not acknowledge your existence. Â You love them both, you worship them as deities walking upon the earth and wait until the day you can join.
But hereâs the thing â no one, not even your father, has ever officially said they will turn you. It's an oversight on their part, you think, what other possible reason could they have for keeping you around and investing so much in you? But the lack of conversation about it, the way they almost seem to steer away from the topic is unnerving. And so you start to form other plans â if they wonât turn you themselves, then you will simply find a vampire who will.
Youâre twenty-two, engaged to be married to the son of an aging duke â a real catch you think. But something is wrong â your parents are fighting and your mother leaves in a rush of indignation and fury. Theyâve left you out of this fight, speaking in a language youâve yet to learn â but surely will, one day, given the sheer amount of time existing within eternity. You play the expected part, reading in the library and waiting for the storm to pass.
Your father is in the doorway, rage radiating off them in waves. Youâve not got enough time to react, to speak, to show concern before heâs rushing towards you. One hand grips the back of your head, his teeth flash as he bites into his other wrist, forcing their blood into her mouth with an alarming violence. You donât know enough to ask. You donât know enough to resist when he grips your face and snaps your neck.
You die and you think you might have been happy.
You wake up immortal. He gifts you a gorgeous young playwright ( not as good as your father, of course ) and you drain the man dry. Your mother comes back to the surprise of your new divinity and playacts her excitement far better than you can yet determine. It doesnât matter â because now everything is perfect.
Youâve got the family of your dreams â and the immortality and godhood to back it up. But whatâs the point of power and divinity if you do nothing with it? MehrzÄd is content with their plays, but you want more â and so you start to meddle with the lives of those poor humans who find themselves within your crosshairs. Youâre quite good at this, having learned all the motions of feminine subservience from your mother whilst taking easily to manipulation and adaptation that are your fatherâs gifts.
Empires rise and fall under your dark eyes. You revel in the final days of the court of Catherine the Great, your very first foray into political chaos. From here it only grows. Your family moves around every decade â and you align your exploits with whatever home MehrzÄd chooses, always eager for parental approval. You donât forget the lessons of your mother â Nisha tells you all the ways to be a pleasing and obedient wife. But you were raised by gods, then turned into one yourself, gifted your fatherâs blood â so the men she finds for you as husbands seem to fall short of your expectations. You leave a trail of tragic accidents and emptied accounts and titles in your wake â still somewhat foolishly seeking the true love of your parents.
One night they go to the theater. Youâre the prima of the ballet and performing a street away. You think nothing of it at the time, in fact, youâve wanted to see this show for yourself. It's only when the sun rises and theyâve yet to return that you start to worry. One night turns into three â and thereâs no word from any of their contacts. So you follow the trail and find the alleyway that reeks of your fatherâs blood. Everything changes.
Youâve never been alone before. Sure â youâve gone off to different parts of the world on your own little political missions; but heâs always been there as a home base and resource, no matter what end she perused. And now thereâs nothing â no one left. You might lose it, for just a bit. There might be atrocities committed in the name of finding him, terrible things that you do, justified by his loss.
But also â you thrive. If there was ever a time to watch empires fall itâs now â and youâre there at every climatic turn. This is your favorite part, lurking in the background, playing in the peripherals, dancing just out of sight. You have seen so many empires fall in such a short amount of time and been there to whisper in the ears of so many deeply entangled in the mess. Your father would be proud of you.
You find your future husband in Madrid, the chaos befalling the death of their long-lived dictator calls to you both, like calls to like. This is your native tongue but not your native land - nor his. He tells you of his clan, of Buenos Aires and you fell and echo of memory through all your wild days, your mad existence. You tell him of your father, whispered confessions carefully curated to make a man feel as if he's learnt the true heart of you. You follow him across the sea and back to the land of your birth. It's a profoundly chaotic and violent time - outside agitators far worse than yourselves seek destruction and subjugation. ( An important caveat - you've always loved chaos and sought tension, but never the total suppression or destruction of a population. ) The leader of his clan is weak, so ancient and mired in patterns that you think they've sat this same throne as long as you've been alive, brittle bones like roots in this land that was never really theirs.
It's easy enough to convince your beloved to kill the so-called King. His brute strength and inclination towards violence with which he navigates the subsequent challenges to his rule are impressive. But he would be nothing without you at his side - a gentle touch on the arm, intimate secrets whispered behind a delicate hand into willing ears - he wears the Reardon crown but you hold the power. Your MacBeth is a willing one, to use the parlance of your father, and you can play devoted, dutiful wife just as prettily as your mother taught you. But anyone who knows anything knows you're the swiftest way to have a request heard, the one most likely to tip the scales one way or another.
You're happy, or something close to it when your husband's devoted lieutenants report back rumors of an ancient vampire held by hunters. And you know it is your father, your maker just as you know yourself. When you find him there is no mercy. Months spent verifying the location and the way itâs guarded. These darling baby hunters have no idea what they are dealing with when you decide to make you attack â it's as brutal as it is quick. You keep enough of them alive to replenish you father's strength, then bring him back to your home to recover. He's so proud of how far you've climbed - and for a bit you both live your own intersecting lives. Until your father tells you of the rumors, confirming those you've heard of some wild magic that will give you back the sun. Until your father tells you they've found her - your mother, alive and well and seemingly fine without you both. And so you follow your father, a queen embarking on a quest to some forgotten town in search of the impossible.
WANTED PLOTS
FRIENDS â sheâs been around for 300+ years and we all know it's a small world
LOVERS â honestly out here begging for the one that got away â could be a vamp or any other entity that picked up on the fact that at the end of the day Julieta is always going to do what serves her fatherâs best interest followed by her own best interest.
HUSBAND - Julieta has fully manipulated and encouraged him into taking power from the former leader of the latam/south american branch of Reardon. They are obviously a vampire and very physically strong, imposing, and good at violence which is how they gained and maintained power with Julieta constantly in his ear. She's playing the dutiful wife but also very much a power in her own right, moving through the shadows and nominally deferring to him but gently pushing her will and wants. He would see her as a partner, maybe aware somewhat of the ways in which he's been manipulated ( or not ) - but she's got more of a strategic mind and plays the long game while she's more brawn and brute strength. If he shows up in Port Leiry, something bad has happened to the Reardon branch in Buenos Aires, or perhaps he's trusted the wrong ( or maybe right? ) person to keep watch over their kingdom/clan as he comes to find his wife. ( please come find wife!!! )
LIEUTENANT / LOVER ? - this is the vampire who actually sees and knows Julieta for who she is, and not just who she pretends to be in sight of everyone else. They know her secretes, all the atrocities and violence, the want and need she carries close to her frozen heart. This is the person she trusts to be her voice and reason when she leaves Buenos Aires to go to Port Leiry, they are also trusted by her husband.
