THE DARKEST REGION

Full name: Idony Divitiae-Poverson

Name meaning: Idony: English form of the Old Norse name Iðunnr, which was probably derived from Old Norse ið “again” and unna “to love”. In Norse mythology Iðunnr was the name of the goddess of spring and immortality; Also, “idonee” is Latin for “propper”. Poverson: child of someone poor (not necessarily materially); Divitiae: Latin for ‘Rich/Riches’ (not necessarily spiritual and moral ones).

Nicknames: Iddy; Ids; Princess; Mini Cookies (Seppuku… -_- yeah); “My Lady”/Lady Darkness (Wil ‘Pet’); Iddy-chan (Konamie)

Nationality: English

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Status: Single

Age: 19

Apparent age: 17

DOB: 2nd October 1989

Attire: She typically prefers elegant clothes, as she was alas brought up to. Idony would rather dress like every other teenager, yet baggy pants and tank tops don’t seem to quite be her cup o’ tea. And in general, she looks rather off in them. So the youth sticks to what she knows she looks best in: simple, quality and somewhat elegant yet never flashy clothes.
On the occasions on which she is caught dressing out of her style (generally due to a shift in mood), dark colours and plain clothes dominate.

Idony grew up to be decent and polite, although she never cared much for it. She was always obedient and although didn’t like all that she saw, remained respectful and silent.
As she became older it got hard for a stubborn, moral and proud child such as she was to keep quiet, and the girl started being less and less obedient, her age reflecting in the frequency with which she worked up the courage or nerve to correct her parents when they were overly inconsiderate or sadistic to their relatives and friends. Idony began speaking up and condemning her parents for their lack of modesty, the useless opulence they lived in and their ignorant nature.

This boldness brought only punishment to the young girl, which she withstood quite well until her new stepfather started being physically violent; only slightly mind you, but a nature as Idony’s wouldn’t let her stand such a treatment of her pride. The same pride makes it almost impossible for her to accept help from anyone, in doing anything…

Also, from all the years she had to fake before her parents and during society parties, in which she had to be a ‘nice little girl’ and make her parents look good, Idony gained the skill of feigning mostly any emotion, and hiding them equally well. She masters the arts of simulation and dissimulation pretty much as well as accomplished actress, while still holding an air of her native naivety.

Idony is always one thought away from introspection, and one of the most annoying things about it is that the more she looks at herself, the more she sees how she resembles her stepparents. Her general way of thinking, affinity for plotting and the mildly sadistic streak which echoes in her preferred lectures, the ease with which she lies and desires to lie; all these remind her of the Divitiaes, and when she looks at herself, Idony is disgusted and self-loathing.

She used to long for the strength of character to behave as she sees she should: freely, openly, even in an honest fashion, and not posh and elegant as she’s been brought up to and as she’s been told to lie about. Recently, she’s beginning to feel she has achieved this longing.
This is why Idony has a great deal of admiration towards free, outspoken people, and this preference reflects itself in her taste of people and art. She very much enjoys punk music for instance, because it reminds her everyone can behave in any way they chose without having to worry about what others think. It reminds her one can be foul mouthed and violent and sarcastic and ‘poorly groomed’, and still have intelligence.

As time went by and her new vampiric status brought something akin to more freedom, the youth has allowed herself certain liberties in thought and language, slowly feeling herself distancing from her life with the Divitiaes.
This has reached the point where she can be openly rude and honest, and her style of clothing has actually lost some of its style, without her minding it.