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Name: Liana (Li for short)
Age: 437
Sex: Female
Occupation: Hearing the outside world and imagining
Bio: Born in 1570 and turned in 1583 she was quickly put into a small coffin with one thing left of the Old World, a stuffed bear. She is tainted blood and only remember's darkness. She listens to the rumble's and hums of above dirt wishing she could be up there, praying for a grave robber to unbury her. She is rather intelligent but doesn't prefer loud noises or places of any kind. She is either depressed or angry. Depressed because she will never age, and angry at the vampire who cursed her. When in fury fire listens to her.
Appearance: Li

There it was again. That rumble rolling noise of what they called cars. And the tapping of shoes. It sounded so nice, I could almost feel the warmth of the sun of the summer days from the Old world. But I became cold again as I remembered my small coffing and bear. He had buried me, I couldn't remember his name, but his caramel eyes and hair, he was a tainted vampire too but younger then I. If only I could remember his name. A crash, it must have been another accident.
Mother, I wish you could hear these things, they sound wonderful, but I am still lonely. I will probably never see you again, I can only remember your smile. I wish, I wish you could send an angel fom heaven to help me, so I could see above the soil and concrete. I want to see the world with my eyes, not my ears.

Mother, another day has gone and it isn't too soon until it will be 538 years. Sometimes I have dreams of angels and their white and pureness, but here;'s always one dark one that holds her hand out while the others stray away from me. Is that the angel you're sending me? or is that an angel of sin? My hunger perhaps? I wish you could send me more understandable messages mother, it pains me to not understand.

Mother, a ways down I heard someone say something about the Devil, and yet agian I had that occuring dream of the angel of sin as I call her. I feel so weak sitting here in the dark. I can hardly remember what the sun or light looks light except for my dreams.

Mother, in my dream I held the angel of sin's hand, and I am so weak and so very hungry. I can smell the fear and weakness above the soil. I feel like I shouldn't be thinking these impure thoughts but I am. IS this was the angel of sin is showing me? My hunger, my lust for blood? That I am indeed a vampire?

I wish I could tell her where I was, but I am below her feet, not buried with the others like myself. They were of pure blood. I am of tainted, thus I get a square coffin and am buried. I wish I could tell the Angel of Sin that mother, but she wouldn't understand being like me. She wouldn't understand what the darkness is like for half a century. Mother I am frightened, I do not want her to find me any longer.

I heard her voice, so close. THe latch unlocked and I tensed. The first actualy voice, and it hurt my hears like a church bell. Slowly my pale fingers peeked out from beneath the lid raising it until I was sitting up fully, holding onto my memory of the Old World.
Mother, the angel of sin is right infront of me, and she puts fear in my heart like she is the devil.