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Charles & Miriam & story (c) Cherabreena

Inspiration for this picture: [link]

Honestly, without sounding like a cocky arse, my forte is portraits. That's just what I do best, for some reason. Meh. I am probably going to color it, sooner or later. But for now, this is it. : 3

Well, this is Charles Langdon, an English socialite (and vampire, obviously) and Miriam Wrentmore, an introverted immigrant Indian woman. This is a "doodle" of her Embrace into darkness aka vampirism (is that a word?) in 1859.

So yeah, I'm going to write out some of their story, from Miriam's point of view, if anyone's the slightest interested.
GO WALL OF TEXT:

"In 1840 a child was born in India. A little girl of which the name Miriam Wrentmore was bestowed. Her father, a well renowned Englishman with a flourishing business in Dheli, her mother a magnificent tailor. Both happily married under Christian premises. An odd couple, yet respected amongst their peers. The couple had been granted two children, the oldest of which was Miriam. As mentioned, the couple was happy and thriving in their prosperous existence, but as it is in life, all good things must come to an end. In 1857 an Indian rebellion stirred and soon the Wrentmore family was forced to abandon their businesses and flee Dheli, to take refuge in Britain. The Wrentmores were indeed amongst the lucky to escape in time, for no sooner than a year later, the Indian rebels managed to kill many British families in Dheli. But the Wrentmore's luck only stretched that far.

With their unfortunate and hasty escape from India, the Wrentmores businesses collapsed from their immediate abandonment, and forced Mr. Wrentmore to start from scratch when they returned to London. His wife, otherwise a splendid tailor in Hindu clothing, was having a hard time with the unknown English fashions. Combined with having to leave the majority of her blood relatives behind in Dheli while succumbing to culture shock, she grew steadily depressed. The children, still having the benefit of coming from a good and respectable name, continued their schooling in London. But being of a different heritage with very exotic appearances, the general British public's fear of anything different, rubbed off on their young minds. In India they had thrived, being carried through life on silk and gold, but here they were little more than savages from the east. Discolored and wrong.

Miriam was seventeen years old, when her family settled in London. Like her mother, the move took a heavy toll on her. She had been close knitted with her blood relatives in Dheli, and quickly came to miss her friends greatly. Life in England was far from anything Miriam had expected. Everything from the mannerism to the clothes were foreign. The people were even stranger and made her feel highly uncomfortable. The name Wrentmore was a good name. Miriam's English ancestors had always been a respectable bunch, but with her fathers move to Dheli and his marriage to an Indian woman, had people talk. More often than not, Miriam would have to undergo severe scrutiny and besmirching from the English public; she looked odd and strange and different, and was therefor treated as such. Back in Dheli, the other English families had not been this rude, and the change and belittlement hurt Miriam greatly.

But not only was Miriam foreign. She was also a woman. Two strong odds going against her, that she had no control over. She did continue her schooling when she arrived in England, but her level of effort dwindled significantly. Being called names and ridiculed she turned to stay home or with her one close friend Emma (a young English woman who also had immigrated from Dheli back to England with her British family). This friend soon became Miriam's only window to the outside world, and through her she managed to establish some shallow friendships with other young women. But Miriam was ultimately a loner, drawn into herself by the alienation of British society.

A year later, in the year of our lord 1858, on a hot autumn's night, Miriam accompanied her friend Emma and her retinue of young women on a night out to enjoy an annual festival in London. Every fresh socialite of uptown London was attending the week-long festivities, and despite Miriam's foreboding feeling of partaking in social settings of this grandeur, she was to become fairly surprised with what life had in store for her. Emma, being loud and flirtatious, quickly scoped out a group of young sharp lads for her entourage to socialize with. Miriam, of course, kept herself well and safe in the background and little had she expected to gain the attention of a handsome young fellow by name Charles Langdon; a young man known for his charming wits, scholarly success and exceptional sense of business. But of course there must have been some hidden agenda for this man to show interest in Miriam. The few times she had experienced flirtation from an Englishman, it had always been of the very evident prospect of defiling her womanhood; of course this was something Miriam was not intend on besmirching herself with. So naturally, she chose to ignore Langdon's advances.

But as it is with a woman, despite ancestry, age and intellect, the walls of her heart is only so strong. Langdon was a persistent young man, but ever so courteous; he showed a kindness and genuine interest Miriam had yet to receive from any native Englishman, and though she held her precautions, she was soon drawn into his web of charm. But there was always a faint sense of danger about Langdon; like a deer caught in the headlight, mesmerized by the vehicle's approach, the notion of impending doom always lingered in Langdon's wake. Whether it was because of the young men and women disappearing from the streets of London, the rumors of a serial killer or if it was something else entirely, Miriam could never place until it was too late.

Time went on and it became increasingly difficult to keep Langdon at bay. He and his chaps were soon integrated in Emma and Miriam's small circle of dames. It became a re-occurring theme to hold late night events at Langdon's estate, whenever it was possible to find a fitting excuse to leave the house after sunset; something which could prove difficult with a mysterious murderer on the lose. But despite how much Miriam would wish her father would keep her indoors, just so she could keep away from Langdon's unnerving tranquilizing enchantment, she could not deny that his attention was indeed appreciated; he had never done anything to offend her or belittle her. He was always open and warm; a true gentleman. Torn between restraint and attraction, her fascination eventually got the better of her, and she succumbed to his advances.

For the time being, she did not regret her decision. Langdon was indeed everything she had thought him to be, and so much more. He quickly became a great friend to her; a confidant like no other. He became treasured beyond reasonable, but the sense of peril still reared its grim head on the horizon. As 1859 rounded spring, Langdon was to journey abroad. His departure weighed heavily on Miriam's heart and she grew dull and reverted to her introverted ways. aummer came and went and in late autumn Langdon made his return. He came to Miriam one late evening and announced his stay would be brief. He was to abandon London for greener passages in Italy. To Miriam's regret, this was not something she had hoped to hear. But Langdon was not slow to propose an offer. A deal, if you will, to bring Miriam with him to Italy, his land of opportunity. But this deal would mean that she was to become his, all and entirely, forever and what may come beyond; that she must leave her old life and family behind. That she was never to return to London. Of course, the severity of his words greatly unnerved Miriam and only brought a hailstorm of questions. But there was no time for answers, Langdon had assured, but granted Miriam some time to consider his offer. And so she did. Long and hard. Contemplating what forever meant and if she could live with the guilt of leaving her family for a man. But then she remembered how miserable she felt in London. How poorly she had been treated and how Langdon had been her only true safe haven; how much she had missed him while he was gone, and how she had secretly wished for him to take her away from her British nightmare. And when the young Englishman returned to hear the answer to his proposal, Miriam accepted.

It was early December 1859, a dark and cold early evening, when Miriam left her home without a word, and the same night she sailed from England on her journey with Langdon to Italy. And on the 19th of December, she finally was to pay the price for accepting his offer, and that was the last day she saw the sun.

Years went on as Miriam embraced her new existence as a creature of the night. It was a turbulent time she would rather forget entirely; a time filled with gruesome acts and trickery and theft. Only then was Langdon's true nature brought to light, and the ever lingering sense hazard realized. His true name, as he claimed, was Seraphinus. His true talent, that of trickery, lies and hedonism. And despite Miriam's strong feelings towards him, her despise for him and his Ravnos gang, increased all the same. She missed her family terribly, and she could only imagine how they must have felt when she disappeared into thin air. But she knew there was no return and for that, she felt eternally guilty. But she was still young and vulnerable to her new condition, and so she had to stay with her new family. Despite her resentment, she wasn't ready to leave. But a handful years later, she believed herself to be strong enough to stand on her own two feet, and having had enough with the grotesque ways of her peers and the betrayal she felt from Seraphinus, she fled in the middle of the night."

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Charles & Miriam & story (c) Cherabreena

Inspiration for this picture: [link]

Honestly, without sounding like a cocky arse, my forte is portraits. That's just what I do best, for some reason. Meh. I am probably going to color it, sooner or later. But for now, this is it. : 3

Well, this is Charles Langdon, an English socialite (and vampire, obviously) and Miriam Wrentmore, an introverted immigrant Indian woman. This is a "doodle" of her Embrace into darkness aka vampirism (is that a word?) in 1859.

So yeah, I'm going to write out some of their story, from Miriam's point of view, if anyone's the slightest interested.
GO WALL OF TEXT:

"In 1840 a child was born in India. A little girl of which the name Miriam Wrentmore was bestowed. Her father, a well renowned Englishman with a flourishing business in Dheli, her mother a magnificent tailor. Both happily married under Christian premises. An odd couple, yet respected amongst their peers. The couple had been granted two children, the oldest of which was Miriam. As mentioned, the couple was happy and thriving in their prosperous existence, but as it is in life, all good things must come to an end. In 1857 an Indian rebellion stirred and soon the Wrentmore family was forced to abandon their businesses and flee Dheli, to take refuge in Britain. The Wrentmores were indeed amongst the lucky to escape in time, for no sooner than a year later, the Indian rebels managed to kill many British families in Dheli. But the Wrentmore's luck only stretched that far.

With their unfortunate and hasty escape from India, the Wrentmores businesses collapsed from their immediate abandonment, and forced Mr. Wrentmore to start from scratch when they returned to London. His wife, otherwise a splendid tailor in Hindu clothing, was having a hard time with the unknown English fashions. Combined with having to leave the majority of her blood relatives behind in Dheli while succumbing to culture shock, she grew steadily depressed. The children, still having the benefit of coming from a good and respectable name, continued their schooling in London. But being of a different heritage with very exotic appearances, the general British public's fear of anything different, rubbed off on their young minds. In India they had thrived, being carried through life on silk and gold, but here they were little more than savages from the east. Discolored and wrong.

Miriam was seventeen years old, when her family settled in London. Like her mother, the move took a heavy toll on her. She had been close knitted with her blood relatives in Dheli, and quickly came to miss her friends greatly. Life in England was far from anything Miriam had expected. Everything from the mannerism to the clothes were foreign. The people were even stranger and made her feel highly uncomfortable. The name Wrentmore was a good name. Miriam's English ancestors had always been a respectable bunch, but with her fathers move to Dheli and his marriage to an Indian woman, had people talk. More often than not, Miriam would have to undergo severe scrutiny and besmirching from the English public; she looked odd and strange and different, and was therefor treated as such. Back in Dheli, the other English families had not been this rude, and the change and belittlement hurt Miriam greatly.

But not only was Miriam foreign. She was also a woman. Two strong odds going against her, that she had no control over. She did continue her schooling when she arrived in England, but her level of effort dwindled significantly. Being called names and ridiculed she turned to stay home or with her one close friend Emma (a young English woman who also had immigrated from Dheli back to England with her British family). This friend soon became Miriam's only window to the outside world, and through her she managed to establish some shallow friendships with other young women. But Miriam was ultimately a loner, drawn into herself by the alienation of British society.

A year later, in the year of our lord 1858, on a hot autumn's night, Miriam accompanied her friend Emma and her retinue of young women on a night out to enjoy an annual festival in London. Every fresh socialite of uptown London was attending the week-long festivities, and despite Miriam's foreboding feeling of partaking in social settings of this grandeur, she was to become fairly surprised with what life had in store for her. Emma, being loud and flirtatious, quickly scoped out a group of young sharp lads for her entourage to socialize with. Miriam, of course, kept herself well and safe in the background and little had she expected to gain the attention of a handsome young fellow by name Charles Langdon; a young man known for his charming wits, scholarly success and exceptional sense of business. But of course there must have been some hidden agenda for this man to show interest in Miriam. The few times she had experienced flirtation from an Englishman, it had always been of the very evident prospect of defiling her womanhood; of course this was something Miriam was not intend on besmirching herself with. So naturally, she chose to ignore Langdon's advances.

But as it is with a woman, despite ancestry, age and intellect, the walls of her heart is only so strong. Langdon was a persistent young man, but ever so courteous; he showed a kindness and genuine interest Miriam had yet to receive from any native Englishman, and though she held her precautions, she was soon drawn into his web of charm. But there was always a faint sense of danger about Langdon; like a deer caught in the headlight, mesmerized by the vehicle's approach, the notion of impending doom always lingered in Langdon's wake. Whether it was because of the young men and women disappearing from the streets of London, the rumors of a serial killer or if it was something else entirely, Miriam could never place until it was too late.

Time went on and it became increasingly difficult to keep Langdon at bay. He and his chaps were soon integrated in Emma and Miriam's small circle of dames. It became a re-occurring theme to hold late night events at Langdon's estate, whenever it was possible to find a fitting excuse to leave the house after sunset; something which could prove difficult with a mysterious murderer on the lose. But despite how much Miriam would wish her father would keep her indoors, just so she could keep away from Langdon's unnerving tranquilizing enchantment, she could not deny that his attention was indeed appreciated; he had never done anything to offend her or belittle her. He was always open and warm; a true gentleman. Torn between restraint and attraction, her fascination eventually got the better of her, and she succumbed to his advances.

For the time being, she did not regret her decision. Langdon was indeed everything she had thought him to be, and so much more. He quickly became a great friend to her; a confidant like no other. He became treasured beyond reasonable, but the sense of peril still reared its grim head on the horizon. As 1859 rounded spring, Langdon was to journey abroad. His departure weighed heavily on Miriam's heart and she grew dull and reverted to her introverted ways. aummer came and went and in late autumn Langdon made his return. He came to Miriam one late evening and announced his stay would be brief. He was to abandon London for greener passages in Italy. To Miriam's regret, this was not something she had hoped to hear. But Langdon was not slow to propose an offer. A deal, if you will, to bring Miriam with him to Italy, his land of opportunity. But this deal would mean that she was to become his, all and entirely, forever and what may come beyond; that she must leave her old life and family behind. That she was never to return to London. Of course, the severity of his words greatly unnerved Miriam and only brought a hailstorm of questions. But there was no time for answers, Langdon had assured, but granted Miriam some time to consider his offer. And so she did. Long and hard. Contemplating what forever meant and if she could live with the guilt of leaving her family for a man. But then she remembered how miserable she felt in London. How poorly she had been treated and how Langdon had been her only true safe haven; how much she had missed him while he was gone, and how she had secretly wished for him to take her away from her British nightmare. And when the young Englishman returned to hear the answer to his proposal, Miriam accepted.

It was early December 1859, a dark and cold early evening, when Miriam left her home without a word, and the same night she sailed from England on her journey with Langdon to Italy. And on the 19th of December, she finally was to pay the price for accepting his offer, and that was the last day she saw the sun.

Years went on as Miriam embraced her new existence as a creature of the night. It was a turbulent time she would rather forget entirely; a time filled with gruesome acts and trickery and theft. Only then was Langdon's true nature brought to light, and the ever lingering sense hazard realized. His true name, as he claimed, was Seraphinus. His true talent, that of trickery, lies and hedonism. And despite Miriam's strong feelings towards him, her despise for him and his Ravnos gang, increased all the same. She missed her family terribly, and she could only imagine how they must have felt when she disappeared into thin air. But she knew there was no return and for that, she felt eternally guilty. But she was still young and vulnerable to her new condition, and so she had to stay with her new family. Despite her resentment, she wasn't ready to leave. But a handful years later, she believed herself to be strong enough to stand on her own two feet, and having had enough with the grotesque ways of her peers and the betrayal she felt from Seraphinus, she fled in the middle of the night."