Heather Tempest

Picture Credits: Keira Knightley

"The mind has a thousand eyes,
And the heart but one;
Yet the light of a whole life dies;
When love is done."

Age - 400
Species - Tempest
Animal Form - Wild cat
Bird Form - Buzzard
Birthplace - Scotland
Element - Water
Weapons - Cross-bow
Status - Member of the Sect of Sun
Occupation - Works in Avatar, an occult shop
Soulmate - Unknown
Family - None
Friends - Artemis Tempest, Jyira Tempest
Enemies - Vincent Blackthorn

History - Born the only heir to one of the wealthiest families in her village, Heather was of course open for betrothal the day she was born. She hated the very thought of being given to someone else, especially in that day in age. The Stuarts were on the throne and women had no rights at all. She grew up knowing that as soon as she married, the man who she would probably never love would not only own her wealth but her, herself. Wife beatings were common, after all a husband could do whatever he wanted to the woman he might as well have owned as a slave.

Her parents did eveyrthing they could to make Heather grow up like a proper young lady should do. But of course she grew up with wildness in her heart. While most young ladies prefered to learn the arts of homemaking, leaving the mens work to the men, Heather was out hunting. She loved it, especially at night. But it was her only one and true love that lead her down the yellow brick road, not to the wizard but to the devil itself . . .

It began one night when she was out hunting, only a few servants knew of her hunting, they helped her as mush as they could because unlike her parents and other nobles, she was kind to them. She treated them as friends instead of people under her. They were her only friends in a society that made sure that no young woman would live a happy life. As normal she was careful to hide any evidence of where she had been. Her hearing, as well as all her senses were trained to notice almost everything in the darkness. Everything but the supernatural . . . As she hunted and left, something watched her.

It was a couple of days later that she found out who or what it had been. Unknown to her, her parents were old souls. They had been reincarnated over and over again. Each time they were allied with the Night World, who of course paid them for their help and wisdom. Returning from a hunt one night, Heather was caught by her parents. She found them waiting when she returned, with a stranger she had never seen before.

Instead of punishing her with the usual methods, locking in her room or extra chores, they informed her of their deal with the stranger. His name was Vincent Blackthorn. As soon as she looked into his eyes she knew that only trouble was to come. Her parents deal consisted of betrothing her to him, they were to be married in the morning. For some reason she felt like she had just been enslaved rather than betrothed.

The night came and went, so did the wedding. She was surprised to find them married by what the villiage called a 'witch' instead of a priest. Something told her that it was better for her to just keep quiet. Of course the night after the wedding was tradition, that didn't mean that Heather would keep quiet about it. But while she tried to resist she found herself collapsing into a whirl of darkness.

She awoke to find herself lying on a bed only in a light long white dress, the lace at its front left loose. Next to her was Vincent. Heather moved to get away but of course Vincent was quicker and stronger. When she saw his teeth she knew the truth. He was a vampire. She had heard rumours, like the one about the witch in the village, now she knew it was all true. The painful truth came when he bit her.

Her life became mostly like that of a slave's, after finding out his punishments, she gave in. Her confidence crumpled like a paper doll and it was soon obvious that she was his. Body, mind and soul.

But of course Night World law forbid him to love her truely, not that he had ever planned to. Like most vampires with their human toys, he got tired of her. One night he sent her out on her first hunt in over a year, but this time she was not the predator. Instead she was the prey. He had ordered a group of shifters to kill her, for entertainment. She never had a chance. No matter how fast she ran, they caught up with her.

But shifters were not known for their intelligence. Artemis Tempest was in the area searching for evidence to a Tempest killing. She had suspected the shifters were taking orders from a high placed lamia, following them she was just in time to stop the group from killing Heather. Only one thing would keep her alive . . . change her.

As they travelled together, Artemis was happy to notice that she had made a good choice. Despite what had happened, fate had helped Tempests gain a new huntress. Keeping mostly to herself, Heather hated vampires more with fear than vengance. After a few centuries had past, she found comfort in the arms of a shapeshiter called Jay, he shifted unsurprisingly into a blue jay. But Vincent had not forgotten her, once again she was killed. This time by a copper dagger.

Once she returned, Heather was even colder than before. Her Scottish beauty attracted many men, Tempests included. But no one has found the key to open her heart which she has hidden away so deeply . . .

Appearance - With pale blue eyes that many people swear are made of ice themselves, her slim body adds to her good looks. Dark brown hair falls around her shoulders in waves, usually it is kept down or tied up in a plain ponytail to keep it out of her way. Her body is more long than just simply tall. She can usually be seen wearing tight pants and a tight strap top covered by a loose cotton shirt, this hides a series of deep bite scars running from her throat to between her breasts. These are left from Adrians attacks, in her original life and when he killed her as a Tempest.

Personality - Being killed by her original lover twice has taken its toll on her. Heather is cold and withdrawn from everyone, especially men of any species. The only time she will ever get close to a man is when she has to feed, otherwise she will do everything within her grasp to keep away from any contact with anyone male. She keeps to herself mainly, hunting alone unless she is ordered to hunt with someone. There is only one male that she feels nearly safe around, almost letting her guard down to. Her Apprentice. Her cold as ice personality means that very few people can make her listen, only Tempests members with power over her can. She is independant and hates to depend on anyone if she has to.

Talents - Despite her past, her talents have not been affected. She is still a skilled hunter. Her already almost perfect senses are now even better after she was changed. Skilled in some martial arts, she is a better fighter when she is in her chosen animal, a wildcat or her bird, a buzzard. Very few times will she use her element or witch talents, prefering to use her real huntress talents first. Other than the talents that come with her species, Heather spends her time writing. She has a few books written under a pen name, one which sucessfully hides her identity, something that she treasures. In her spare time she works in a Sage's shop, Avatar, which is close enough to the mansion for comfort.