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Age of VampiresName: Vixen Vivienne Age: 237 lookind 22. Race: Sanguin Gender: Female Skills and abilities: Vixen is skilled with a gift from her mother. The mother she never knew. She was born with the gift of being able to manipulate the elements of fire and wind with only little concentration. Weapons: Vixen has never used a weapon in her years. She is yet to learn how to weild a physical weapon, yet whilst in combat she uses manipulation of the elements to defend herself. Description: Vixen has dark hair that is longer than her waist. Her mother's friend told her never to cut it as it holds an essence in it. Without her hair she would not be able to control the elements with such ease, she's have to train all over again, everything she had taught her. She has a slim build with voluptuous curves in all the right places. She have never been one to admire her own body, but will wear clothes to emphasise her curves for the sake of being able to. Her eyes are brown so dark they are almost black, with a red ring lining the outside. Her lips are full and a dark red, admired by all men. 
Background:
She was born in London alongside her twin brother, Jared. Jared is long gone, he left Vixen alone and barely a newborn vampire after handing her over for money, not much money at that.
She had to find out the hard way what living as a vampire meant, she found someone who knew her mother and also knew about the dark world of vampires. She got Vixen to meet with a few that she was in contact with but Vixen repulsed what she was. She hated the fact that she was not natural.
When she was human who was a natural beauty, a girl who had a future, was set to be married and wanted nothing but a family. All this was ripped away for nothing but a few shillings and a night with a street girl.
Her parents left them both without a trace, she never bothered trying to find them or look for them It just lost her interest after so many years.
She has come across many other like herself, and many others of other species. No friends. No family. Just solidarity.
She is seeking somewhere she can call her home, somewhere she can stay and be welcomed with open arms.
Not chased away with pitchforks.
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