Name: Nalini Medvedev (Birth Name: Lolita May Keller)
Nickname/s: Lini (Close friends only), Lolita (Band Name)
Species: Made Vampire
Age: 85 years old; 66 years spent as a vampire
Gender: Female
Hometown: Kansas City , Kansas
Current Residence: Ellen Apartments
Studying: Nursing Undergraduate (4th Year)
Employment: Part-time Bartender at The Box
Family: All deceased.
Friends: Band mates, several shifters and witches
Relationship: Single
Player: Jadea
Contact Email: impatientbeauty@yahoo.com
Model: Jill Hennessy
Credit: Yahoo Tv
Background
The Roaring Twenties was a blazing flame in United States history. From glamorized mobsters to the blooming jazz revolution and wild flappers, the scene was happening. Even with prohibition putting a damper on things, no one can deny the romantic notions of the era. Unfortunately, 1923 wasn’t a particularly memorable year for Kansas . Mary-Ruth Keller was in labor for only four hours before little Lolita opened her big brown eyes to the world, depriving her of a dramatic birthing story in later years. Her father, Todd Keller, often joked that little Lolita had the most normal life a girl could ask for – after all, she was followed by five siblings, four brothers and a baby sister, and lived in Kansas City, away from all the freaks. But normal had never been the life she wanted.
On the contrary, Lolita desired mystery, adventure, excitement! She wanted to be a part of the thriving Hollywood culture, to be a renowned movie star. Her parents chided the girl, but assumed she’d turn out okay. As the years progressed, little Lolita joined the cheerleading squad, started dating Henry Baker, and began straightening her unruly hair. She danced, she sang, and she did everything she was supposed to; no one knew or suspected that ‘Lottie’ was just biding her time, waiting for the chance to flee presented itself. In 1940, it did. Her younger brother Todd Junior had been caught filching candy from the local drug store, and the whole family had to pack up and pick him up from the police station – everyone but Lolita.
She claimed that one of her plaguing migraines, and was left home alone with a cool compress on her forehead. Even before the door shut she was on her feet, hurriedly grabbing the bag she’d packed and hidden under her bed. Guiltily, she grabbed the jar on top of the fridge that was supposed to be their Florida money – Mary-Ruth had always wanted to see the ocean, and had been saving for years. But Lolita needed money if she wanted to make it to California , and reluctantly stuffed it in her bag. She’d wanted to say goodbye to her baby sister, tiny Caroline, but knew this was her only chance and without a goodbye look Lolita was off into the world.
Remarkably, she did better than most girls. She stayed in a flat four blocks from the beach, with eight other girls from rural cities. It was a cramped life, one that left little time for relaxation, but Lolita loved every minute of it. She began modeling and acting, even dancing and singing – anything to make ends meet. When she wasn’t working on her career, she had a part-time job at a local restaurant waiting tables, and even then, the rest of her time and money went to photo-shoots and her agent. When WWII began, her career was jumpstarted. Lolita’s exotic name coupled with her long dark girls and stunning eyes was suddenly the latest trend, and she found herself earning a living as a model with a few small film roles under her belt.
On the night of May 18th, 1942, her life ended. She’d gotten her first major role and had been filming non-stop, often late into the night. That night was no different, and at 10pm Lolita set out to the parking lot, hoping to catch a few hours sleep before they started shooting again. Tommorrow was her big day – they were filming the scene where she got to throw a glass and holler at her no good, gangster husband. The director had told her that it was the most vital part in the film, so she needed to work extra hard… but Lolita was confident she would shine. With such thoughts on her mind, she didn’t notice the dark-haired man standing by her car at first. As she drew closer, her heels clicking on the pavement, she noticed four other men in the shadows, and immediately stopped.
The last thing Lolita really remembers of that night is the man by her car telling her she was really pretty, and thinking he looked a lot like her costar, Peter. The headlines the two days later would be splashed with things like ‘Young Starlet Brutally Slain’, ‘Rising Star Shot Down’, and ‘Butchered Beauty’. Mary-Ruth would give a dramatic, tear-filled interview, Todd would remain stoic, and the American public would adopt pretty, fifteen year old Caroline – she would go on to finish her sister’s role, and would star in three other movies before overdosing on cocaine. But that wasn’t the end of Lolita, if anything, it was her beginning.
Sometime after the men had left her bleeding body, a stranger had come, his face wrenched in pain over the sight of the broken beauty. The hours of torture, followed by rape, had left Lolita not even a fraction of her former glory, and her crown of dark curls was a matted, bloody mess. The man’s heart, however, only saw his young wife fresh after hunters had murdered her… and thus, he performed the first feeding, dribbling his blood into her mouth like one might feed a toddler. He allowed the press to find the body, declaring her dead, and stole into the morgue to complete the act. A pretty receptionist provided Lolita with her first meal, and woke not remembering a thing. The body of Lolita was assumed to have been claimed by her parents, who assumed Lolita had been buried. No one thought it peculiar that she was gone.
After that, Lolita and the man – who called himself Theodore – spent many years traveling. She had to leave the United States for fear of being recognized, and enrolled in a Swedish School studying medicine. Soon after that, the pair moved on. The pattern was always the same – after several years they would move before the humans suspected anything, enrolling in a new school or beginning a new life. Sometimes Lolita was Theodore’s daughter, sometimes his wife, sometimes his sister, and sometimes they were merely friends. Their names, too, changed as time demanded. But together the nomads were happy with their life. An obsession with the Black Dahlia crime had stolen Lolita’s thoughts for many of their earlier years – the striking resemblance was uncanny, after all – but soon she came back to Theodore, mind and body.
In the early 1990’s, when the punk revolution was truly gearing up, Theodore did something unforgivable… he met a young girl near the hotel they’d been staying in, and taken by her beauty, brought her back to the room and turned her. Lolita, at that time going by the name of Norah, was outraged. She understood the girl looked very much like his dead wife, but couldn’t believe he would betray her that way. She fled the area, and returned to America . So much had changed since the 40’s, yet Lolita found herself falling in love with its charms. She soon had new papers and a new name, along with a new history. She was now posing as an Indian exchange student in a local high school in Texas.
During that time, Lolita (Now known as Nalini) began to discover more about herself. One crucial turning point was that she no longer found men attractive. Even Theodore hadn’t held her attention, and she’d remained with him for so long only because he was familiar. But now, things had changed, and Nalini couldn’t help but like the ‘new’ her. She began taking dancing lessons again, and learned how to play the keyboard. When it came time to graduate from high school, she was an honor student with excellent grades and prospects. She left her Texas family and headed off to Reading . There, she quickly found herself forming a band with her friends called Ashes. Two witches, a vampire, and a shapeshifter seemed like the title to some off beat song, but it works for them.
Very, very recently Nalini is exploring her newfound sexuality… and finding herself attracted to fellow band-mate, Paige.
Physical Apperance
Petite in size, Nalini has never been an intimidating woman – in life or in death. Her small stature has made it certain that she is constantly surrounded by men, however, all looking to ‘protect’ the little lady, though in truth Nalini questions their ability to do any more than irritate her. She is a pretty woman by nature, with long chocolate curls so dark they are nearly black spilling past her shoulders. In the 40’s, her hair was seen as an anti-feminist remark, now it is a popular cut and style favored by my American women and Nalini can’t help but smile at the irony. Her eyes are a thunderous, accusing brown – almost red in color. Even before she was turned, Nalini often was subject to many vampire jokes, now she almost always flinches when such a joke comes up.
Her face is open and very honest, and subject to many tearful confessions. Heart-shaped, with appled cheeks, a straight-bridged nose upturned at the end, thin lips, and narrow, careful eyes. Often, Nalini wears very little makeup, prefer simple silver shadow and lip gloss – it isn’t in her to cake her face in that awful stuff. Somewhat flat-chested, you’ll never find her in revealing tops, or skirts for that matter; Nalini is very much a jeans girl, and isn’t ever far without her old leather jacket. Jam on a pair of combat boots and whatever colorful shirt catches her hair… you often come up with the stereotypical lesbian image. It’s an idea that Nalini hates, but refuses to change to suit the masses – she wears what is comfortable, that’s the bottom line.
Personality
At times very serious, and sometimes very harsh, Nalini has grown up a lot since her younger days as a frivolous, giggling girl. She is a strong believer in justice, and there are many things this petite brunette cannot forgive. Some might find her cold, but only if they find themselves in the barren wasteland that is her disapproval. Everyone else is accepted and cherished as family, welcomed with warm, open arms; cruelty was never something she condoned. Awkward at times, if you’re down Nalini is the first person who’ll start making faces in an attempt to cheer you up. She’ll dance in the park, and drink like a sailor, but in the end Nalini is always going to be a friend. If you want to stay home and cry all night about your ex, she’ll be right there with the tissues, probably plotting to harm said ex. No one ever said she wasn’t dangerous, after all.
One quirky trait about Nalini is her sense of right and wrong – because it is absolutely unwavering. She also has an odd obsession with unsolved murders – hence why what is happening, the slayings, bothers her very much. The pre-natural community as a whole seemed to be brushing the incident under the rug, and it was maddening to the vampire. No death should ever go unavenged. It has caused a slight rift between her and a few close friends who feel that no one should get involved, but Nalini is adamant. They can’t just ignore it. Of course, she is an amateur detective at best, a couch potato cursing the police at her worse, and thus she can’t do much more than bring it up at every moment, warning loved ones over and over again to be safe.
Talents & Weaknesses
Like all vampires, Nalini possesses quick reflexes, super-human strength, extra sensitive senses, and a formidable mind. Through blood, she can identify any species, and one cannot forget that she can bespell humans with her golden gaze. But there is so much more to the vibrant vampire than this. She has a love of dancing and of music in general, especially the keyboard. The many different mixes and varieties fascinate her endlessly, and she’s always up for something a little out of whack. She can’t sing very well, but is a shower-singing diva, notorious for belting out the newest, corniest pop songs. As a girl, her mother had attempted in vain to teach her household management and needlepoint, and unfortunately, those will never be skills Nalini succeeds in; she’s far too disorganized and too easily distracted.
To make up for her failure in needlepoint, Nalini picked up pottery in the 60’s and since then it has become her ‘stress’ activity. An avid yoga enthusiast, borderline mania as her band mates joke, Nalini never misses a session. She also does kick boxing, volunteers at the local humane society, and is one hell of a shot. Last year she won several medals in marksmanship, and it’s something she enjoys, as it makes her feel both useful and closer to her father. Cooking is another weak point for Nalini, though she does try. Cleaning to Nalini is calling a maid service, and don’t think to ask her to wash your favorite shirt or it’ll end up in shreds – she has no patience for laundry.
