Race: Vampire
Age: It has been nearly four hundred years since her turning.
Weapon of Choice: A whip made from piano wire.
Appearance: Her flesh is pale and looks as if sunlight has not touched her being for many years. The texture is silky, smooth, and perfection to the touch. There is not a single scar on her body. Her eyes burn in a color caught between a deep dark red, and a sparkling amber. She has full lips, that are normally painted with a special sort of color made from oils and blood of young ones. Her hair is a sky blue in color, certain parts slightly darker than others. Normally she has it held back from her face, except for a bit of bangs, using a special clip made from blue glass. The clip itself matches her hair in color, but on it is a silk rose in a darker shade of blue that has a silvery look to it. When her hair is down, it hangs a bit below her waist. The young vampire stands just above fiv feet tall, a majority of her height made up by long dancer legs. Her waist is slender, hips have a seductive curve to them, and her chest is a 46E that sits high and perky.
Bio: One…two…three hundred years, so many have passed that even she can not remember how long ago she was turned. But she does remember that night that changed her life forever more. It was raining outside; the soft pitter-patter of drops could be heard echoing from above as they hit the roof. The young woman had barely aged fifteen winters at that time. And yet, her body had matured into that of a luscious young creature. Her father owned a small inn, which took in beings of all sorts. And in that inn the young girl named Lillian played beautiful music to entertain the guest. But on that one particular night, when the rain was coming down hard and fierce, a stranger rolled into the town. He requested a room, and yet spent the entire night in the parlor listening to the sweet music that Lillian played so beautifully. Normally a vampire would not change someone who was already maddened, and to the point where their sanity has broken. But something about her captivated him. Perhaps it was the beauty that showed around her, or maybe the sweet notes that rang out in the air. But all the same the vampire lord guided that young girl into a more private room. He brought her close, and despite her confusion Lillian did not fight back. He teeth sunk deep into the base of her throat, and drinking from her slowly the man brought Lillian within inches of death…and then shared the wondrous gift of the Vampiric light with her. After she became a vampire, Lillian lost what little touch of sanity she had. But instead of putting her to death, like most madden vampires would be, The Seethe fell for her music as well, and ordered that she not be allowed to wander on her own. From that day on she always had a counter party around, someone stronger than her to ensure she will not lash out at others.
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Second Picture||Black Gown||Created by Sethael
