Remembrance
Since the incident where she had started to remember her past life, Nikita had two other memories returned to herself and had discovered two things: she had been some sort of accountant for a tech company (and somehow the meaning behind these words were magically known to her somehow through her last life) and that in her past life her mother had passed away and her father hadn't cared. Setsuna hadn't anything else to do at such a young age so in-between short moments with her father and mother and the longer passages of being read to by her new tutor, she had tried to expand her ability to assess others and now didn't even need to squint to pull up the 'Status Panel' merely she had to focus her mind on either herself or her target and the target must be within view. She had already assessed her tutor and had gained much information about the pale courtly woman in black and blue.
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Name: Valeri
Race: Vampire
Age: 213
Affiliation: Kingdom of Drakenhof
Level: 12
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Strength: 32
Dexterity: 20
Constitution: N/A
Intelligence: 22
Willpower: 10
Charisma: 19
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Abilities:
Mentorship [Rank IV]
Brawling [Rank IV]
Fire Sorcery [Rank II]
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Inventory:
Steel Knuckles
50 Silver Lira`
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Having identified her tutor, and actually being able to understand two-thirds of the words being read to her due mostly in-part to her past life and partly due to her own intelligence attribute, Setsuna had also learned quite the amount of information on her surroundings. The Kingdom of Drakenhof had formed ten-thousand years ago when the ancestor to all vampires, Vlad Tepes Von Dracula, had learned the secret to turning others into Vampires - the 'Blood Kiss Ritual' though these false vampires weren't anywhere near as powerful as Vlad nor his three trueborn children which would be the predecessors of the three major royal/noble bloodlines of Dragmir, Trizimere, and Nosferatu; with each of the three fostering two other minor noble bloodlines in the Macavelius and Toreador (Dragmir), Penumbrae and Mekhet (Trizimere), Gangrel and Moroi (Nosferatu). These nine bloodline houses following their liege Vlad left the human lands of Escanor which had just began persecuting monsters such as goblins, orcs, kobolds, and the like; forming the Undead Kingdom of Drakenhof's foundling as well as the Capital City Drakina in a shallow crater that lead to the underground cave networks. That was as far as the lessons had delved at the moment.
At the moment, Nikita found herself within her crib and awaited the tutor to return, but she was now late by a half-hour, which had given the small babe the time to continue testing her vertical levity within the crib. Sensing that it was not Ms. Valeri who was now approaching but rather her mother Helena Dragmir, Nikita quickly hopped down onto her butt and sat back in the crib watching the red-headed vampiress step into the room and hands down to the side of her babe and raised Nikita up and out from the Crib. Nikita gives a smirk to her mother who pulls the toddler up and into her cold embrace. Walking down the suspended hallways more than one-hundred fifty feet in the air, Helena moves to the great stairway and down to the fourth floor. She passes past an open pair of double-doors where Radagast and three of it's skeletal brethren stand at Attention. Nikita looks past the shoulder of her mother to the male sitting within the right edge of a large crimson loveseat sat a man which Nikita identified as her father.
The male was six feet and five inches tall with a strong build and rippling muscles, wearing a fine black suit of custom tailoring with a white inner shirt and white slacks, silver hair neatly combed and tied back in a short ponytail with trademark arced ears and a dour outlook. Nikita is then carried into the room which is also adorned by a live flame contained within a well-built fireplace, as well as the parents of her father's side of the family and a pair of large windows on the opposite side of the castle room. Finally, Nikita notices three bookshelves and a number of well-decorated ornate chairs next to the bookshelves. As she is brought with Helena to the couch, she is then set on the ground. Her father speaks up now, making a smile that while gentle and handsome was unbecoming of the elder vampire. "Come on little Nikita, you're almost a year old. Let's see it now, come to daddy!"
Nikita had until now well-hidden her training in the ability to maintain vertical levity and balance herself as she walked upright rather than crawled but deciphered now would be best to reveal the fact that she could actually walk, if slowly and feeding them this information at the right time. For now, Nikita pushed herself off the ground and pulled herself up to her feet which brought excitement to the faces of both her mother and her father. She looked forward to the staggering distance though knew that with her own dexterity it wouldn't be a problem at all to cover the distance from where her mother had set her and where her parents lay in wait. Nikita pushed out with one foot, feigning a need to wobble and balance herself. Nikita then continued with another string of steps, pretending to re-balance herself after every three to four steps. Not much space lingered between the two, so with the last remaining steps Nikita broke into a light jog and reached the arms of her father who lifted her up.
Her father, who she finally remembered was named Solomon Dragmir, had lifted the toddler up and into the sky which brought a look of both contentment and excitement to Nikita's face as she was raised heavenwards. Giggling softly, she was then lowered back to the lap of her father Solomon. Given a moment to herself as the parents spoke among each other, Nikita focused non her own Status Panel, excited to determine how much she had grown in the months since she had last examined it. She had discovered through trial that when she achieved a new level of experience a ding would resound within her ear that only she herself could hear and the status panel's edge would pop up momentarily without her even focusing it into view, which had already happened once in the months. While doing this, she was able to glean a couple words spoken among the two of them even though it was in the Language known as Nosgoth which she didn't have a handle on just yet. She knew her mother spoke of travel in a sour tone and her father spoke of duty in a somber tone, and they both spoke of hope in a light tone together.
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Name: Nikita Dragmir
Race: Elder Vampire (Growth*)
Age: 1 Year
Affiliation: Kingdom of Drakenhof (Royalty)
Level: 1
Experience: 120 / 300
Free Attribute Points: 4
Free Ability Points: 5
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Strength: 15 (30*)
Dexterity: 14
Constitution: N/A
Intelligence: 8
Willpower: 16
Charisma: 12
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Abilities:
Assess [Rank II]
Fencing [Rank II]
Stealth [Rank I]
Necromancy [Rank II]
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Inventory:
Artifact Rapier: Sieglinde (Soul-Bound)
100,000 Platinum Lira`
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After the display of upright mobility and after another hour spent with both father and mother, the toddler was taken by her mother and would eventually be returned to the sixth-floor nursery though she was placed on the ground rather than within her prison-crib and her mother had even shown off three new toys for the child which at the moment had only known one toy - a doll. The toys consisted of a toy dagger, a toy wagon, and small puppy construct which moved and acted much like a real one; and each toy had been exquisitely made by the hands of a master craftsman. Sir Radagast and one of his fellow Bonymen moved to guard the nursery quarters which would see that the babe wouldn't escape the nursery and that she would be well-guarded during playtime. Eventually, after hours of play, Nikita felt weariness in her bones and so fell to slumber.