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Name: Victoria Gilbert Age: Nineteen (Ninety-seven) Species: Bitten Vampire Personality: Victoria has a hard time trusting people, but once you've gained her trust, she is forever loyal. She never gives anything for free. She can be very stubborn at times and is quite confident in everything she does. She is rather proud and would prefer to die than admit that she is ever wrong. Background: As a human, Victoria was quite adventurous. In fact, it was her adventurous nature that had been the reason for her sudden disappearance. In nineteen thirty-two, it wasn't very often you would see women wandering off alone. But that didn't stop Victoria. Her mother called her free-spirited but her father called her something else. To him it wasn't right for a young woman to be walking the streets like some common whore. But Isabelle didn't care what her father thought. He was a man stuck in the old ways. One night, while walking home from a day of exploring the town, Victoria could hear a soft crying in the surrounding forest. Most people had been terrified of the forest. To them it seemed dark and forbidding. But to Victoria, it was just a wood of trees. Being the caring type she'd been, she went into the woods. As she drew nearer to the crying, it seemed to move away. It moved deeper into the forest, drawing her further away from the safety of the town. Finally, after what seemed like several minutes, the crying stopped. By now Victoria was lost and unable to find the path she'd been following. She was stranded in the middle of the forest, with no one to comfort her. At first she'd had the notion to stay put and wait for the sun to rise. But the thought was quickly cast from her mind when there was the sound of breaking branches behind her. Her breathing hitched, causing the blood in her body to accelerate. And as quickly as she could blink, there was a sharp pain on the left side of her neck. Her jugular had been pierced and all the blood was leaving her body. The last thing she felt was a set of warm lips gently caressing the place that had been punctured, her last thought was the impending doom that raced towards her and the last sight her human eyes saw were the deep shade of green of the beast that had attacked her. As her vision blurred, Victoria died. And just as quickly, she awoke. She lay in the middle of the forest, shaded by the thick trees. No light could push through the lush tree tops. Standing from her earthen bed, she hissed in pain. Her hand reached for her neck, where she felt two small scabs. Her head hurt and eyes were blurred. But as her eyes adjusted to the surrounding area, she realized that everything was brighter than it should have been. Her body was stiff from sleeping on the ground, but she was still able to run. She raced through the forest that had been her temporary resting place. When she came to the edge of the forest, she took one step out into the light and hissed in pain. The light burned her pale skin. So she waited until nightfall to go home. Her mother sat at the dinner table, crying. Her father was standing by the fireplace as someone spoke to him in hushed tones. Isabelle watched all this from the window. "I saws your daughter go into the forest me self. She didn't comes out either." Isabelle was shocked when she realized she'd heard every word as if she'd been in the room with them. This scared her, so she ran away. They thought she was gone anyways, or worse... they thought she was dead. Little did any of them know....she really was. Running back into the forest, a sudden hungry came to her. A lust for something that no being would dare drink in their life. Blood. So she found herself a few little animals and satiated her appetite. _____________________________________________________________________ 
Name: Dakota Gibson Age: Seventeen Species: Human Personality: Dakota tends to be quite shy, mostly around the opposite sex, but when she has a chance to become comfortable with the people around her, she is really out spoken. She's stubborn as hell and is fluent in sarcasm. When she trusts someone, she wont hold back anything. She is ruthless when it comes to the truth and has hurt many peoples feelings in the past. Background: Kota, as many have called her, was born to a middle class couple. Her mother is a middle school teacher and her father is a dentist. She is an average teenager, with average marks and a lust for the abnormal. She is obsessed with the mythical vampire and fantasizes about what she would do if she actually knew a vampire. She has little friends and tends to wander the streets at night, hoping to bump into someone of the supernatural nature. _________________________________________________________________ 
Name: Saraphina Crane Age: Twenty (One hundred and seventeen) Species: Lamia Personality: Saraphina is sadistic and secretive. She takes pleasure in the hunt and relishes the idea of a blood bath. She is quite combative; fighting anyone who opposes her ideals. She holds no sympathy for the weak and is unforgiving of those who have wronged her. She is hostile when in a new presence and is suspicious of everyone; even those she's known for a long time. Simple mistakes on your part send her into a frenzy of profanity and violence. Background: Saraphina was born into the Crane family. Her parents were the nice type, always helping when they could. As a child, she had been influenced by her grandmother and uncle. They taught her their ways and ideals that the weak are those like her parents, always doing good and getting nothing in return. As she grew, she began to hate her parents. She emancipated herself from her family and moved in with her grandmother. When Saraphina turned eighteen, her grandmother; being a pet to the vampires, turned her home into a vampire's blood sanctuary, hidden by the cover of a brothel. Willing humans walked into the dark building, but never came out. Saraphina took great pleasure in managing the establishment. Two years later, when she turned twenty, she purposely eavesdropped on a conversation between her grandmother and her parents. They were arguing about something; they were speaking in riddles that she couldn't understand. When her father lunged at the older woman with a knife, Saraphina rushed through the doors her eyes red with rage. She attacked her father, raking her long nails across his face. While he was stunned, she took the weapon from his hand and plunged into into his chest. As he stilled beneath her, she looked up at her mother. Not a single tear did she shed and with still more anger, she lept from her fathers body and attacked her mother, using the same knife. When all was done, her grandmother applauded and smiled at her. This had been the first time that Saraphina had ever killed someone. Scared of herself and her grandmother, she ran to the blood sanctuary for comfort. One of the older vampires lured her to his side where they talked. By the end of the night, Saraphina was no longer a human. After this, Saraphina packed what little precious belongings she had and left her grandmothers house. For countless years now she's been murdering for kicks. All across the world she has made a name for herself. People cower when they hear that the Midnight Reaper has appeared in their town. Anything else: She would never admit this to anyone, but there have been times in the past where she's gotten lonely and wished she had someone to comfort her. |
