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C I A R A N

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"Would you stay the same for the sake of your loved ones...or create a newer version of yourself but risk those you cherish? Life is tricky: live for the sake of others or yourself."

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Full [Fake] Name:
Ciaran...whatever surnames he wants that day. It's unclear if it's his true name or a new one he created entirely to hide his true identity. Most of the young man's past has been left in the shadows, and those who knew him aren't around anymore.

Name Meaning:
Little Dark One, Little Dark-Haired One [Irish/Scottish]

Name Punctuation:
KEE-uh-rahn

Nicknames:
He doesn't do nicknames, but if he grows close to someone, he might allow them to give him one or two.

Open

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Age:
24 [Physically]
??? [Chronologically]

Gender:
Male

Pronouns:
He/Him

Sexuality:
Ciaran was never interested in dating and getting intimate with someone, so he views himself as an aro-ace. He doesn't fall nor lust over anyone like that - viewing most people as uninteresting. Still, it may change once he finds what he believes is his soulmate.

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Species:
Vaewolf. His father was a werewolf and his mother was a vampire.

Rank/Role:
Loner

Occupation:
He worked and left many jobs throughout his life, but currently, Ciaran works as a bartender for a nearby club called House of Cards, mostly seen taking the night shifts and rarely seen in the mornings. Eh. You can guess why he works here. Ahem. Substance. Yes. This man also makes some mean ass drinks.

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Human Appearance:

[credits to 白桃乌龙小狗 @ neka.cc]

Starting with the head, Ciaran has a diamond-shaped structure. That means his features are considered sharp and "dramatic". The shape of his face is longer than it is wide, meaning most of his features are a bit narrowed. His cheekbones are the widest part of his face, with high and dramatic characteristics. He has a definite at the eye line, making his eyes appear shorter than normal. Ciaran has a bit of a gaunt in his cheeks but at a healthy and barely noticeable level. His forehead and jaw are at similar width - being in perfect proportions with each other. Ciaran's chin is pointed, or in other words, tapered, with a long, narrow jawline. Upon closer inspection, he has a small dimple in the center of his chin. Ciaran has a narrow hairline and strong angular lines. On his face are two beauty marks, one underneath his left eye and the second underneath the right corner of his lips.

Ciaran's eyes are almond-shaped, meaning they're wider than tall, making them look elongated. The outer corners of his eyes lift upwards and outwards with a well-defined crease. His irises touch the top and bottom of the eyelid, filling them completely. His eyes taper to a point at the inner and outer corners, with the size of his lids relatively small. There's one unique feature of his eyes, which is the shape of his pupils, which are vertical slits. When he's trying to blend in, he would widen his pupils to match the size of a normal human. When he needs to see in dim lighting and judge certain distances like a predator. A unique characteristic that came from both his vampire and werewolf sides. The color of his eyes is a rich, hypnotizing copper pigment. A warm, rich, and inviting reddish-brown hue. When light hits his eyes, it creates an illusion that his eyes are glowing. The shape of his brows is a medium arch, which is flatter and a little higher than a soft arch, but not too high. His brows are more curved, creating a sharper look. On the corner of his left brow are two notches that were caused by an accident many years ago.

Ciaran's height is 6'2", or 187.96 cm, making him taller than the average male. He has a rectangular body shape with an ectomorph figure, which is considered athletic-looking sometimes. Ciaran is tall, thin, and lanky. He has a straight silhouette, with his shoulders, hips, and waist similar in width. There's little to no waist definition, meaning he is slightly slimmer than his hips, but not by much. The fat on his body is distributed evenly throughout, making him have a low body fat and fast metabolism. It makes it harder to build muscles, but he is quite talented in endurance-based activities. With his body shape, Ciaran's legs and arms are longer than most people. As for his muscle mass, it's 20%, which means he has muscles, but it's barely noticeable. The texture of his skin is smooth with a healthy, radiant sheen with beauty spots scattered across his body. As for the skin color, it's fair with a cool undertone.

His hair is his pride and joy. Ciaran's hair is 20 inches long, reaching to his waist. The style of his hair is 1a, meaning that his hair is 100% straight. There's no hint of curl or wave pattern - flat as a sheet of paper. His hair is extremely thin and extremely fine, therefore, his hair easily falls out/shreds. The texture of his hair is smooth, soft, and shiny, like actual silk, albeit in different colors. Ciaran's hair is easy to comb through, yet expect his hair to stick to your hand. The style of his hair changes depending on what he's doing or the mood he's in. Usually, he keeps his hair loose, but when he's working or in a state of relaxation, he ties it up. Ciaran's bangs are long, with them being a mixture of curtain and blunt, with a piece of his bang located in the center of his face while split over both eyes so he could see. The color of his hair is charcoal, but the right side of his middle bangs is white.

Shifted Appearance:
In his Vaewolf form, Ciaran is easily noticeable, even amongst a crowd of werewolves and vampires. You see, his unique heritage makes his second appearance extremely different from the pureblooded ones. Ciaran is a wolf in this state, yes, but his limbs and his body are more humanoid thanks to his vampire side. This means he has facultative bipedalism, able to move around on all fours or two legs, switching between the two. Often viewed as the stereotypical werewolf that's a mixture of man and wolf, but there are major differences between the two.

He is more leaner and taller, not as muscular as the urban legend werewolves, making him more nimble on all fours and two legs, yet has the hands and feet of a werewolf. Ciaran can only sprint on his two legs for a few seconds, even so, he's able to reach great distances despite the hindrance. When he's on all fours, he's 4 feet in height, but when he's standing on two legs, he's 8 feet with his length being 120 inches (10 feet). The length of his body is With his unique structure, he can leap pretty far and scale up things more easily. His teeth are longer and smaller, with his canines longer than a normal werewolf's, appearing like the fangs of a vampire. Instead of having the round, usual wolf head, his is slimmer and looks a bit more humanoid with a few wolfish traits such as the muzzle, yet his ears are longer, thinner, and point straight up.

On his body, he has longer fur on his backside, but on his front, the length of it is extremely short, allowing his more humanoid body to be shown a bit better. It's like he's wearing a cape of fur. The color of his fur is charcoal black, just like his hair, with a white streak on the center of his head between the brow ridge. The texture of his back fur is similar to that of a wolf with long, coarse hairs while the inner layer is thick and soft. The fur on his front side is shorter and softer, and a bit of a lighter shade, almost a dark grey.

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Outfits/Styles:
Ciaran is picky about his clothes since he doesn't want to stand out too much. His styles are Basic, Biker, Business Casual, Casual, Comfy, Edgy, Rocker, and Modest. His clothes colors are darker, avoiding any bright colors.

Scent:
Spiced Bergamot, Amber, & Smooth Tonka

Voice:
Tenor

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Personality:
This man is more reclusive than an actual snow leopard. Most of the time, he's at home and keeping to himself - avoiding interactions unless he needs to feed or at work. It's why Ciaran works only night shifts, as fewer people are out and about. Still, he's questioning himself on why he picked a club, known to be rowdy at night, as his new occupation. Well, he needed the money, he couldn't complain too much, as being a bartender pays extremely well and he gets free drinks now and then. He doesn't want to admit it, but at home, he feels secure and at peace with himself. His home is his sanctuary - his sacred and safe place. It's why he gets upset and uncomfortable if people randomly show up at his home without permission. To him, it's intrusive and ruining the comforting vibe of the place. Rarely, he would invite someone over, but when he does, it's a sign that he fully trusts the person.

However, his sense of self-doubt comes rearing its ugly head from time to time. He no longer needs to hide what he is from the public's scrutiny - to allow himself to let loose without the fear of judgment. It's uncertain why he feels this way, but it's probably due to his past experiences. He struggles with building relationships, platonic and romantic with anyone else out of fear. After all, being a hybrid is considered, well, unfavorable by traditional vampires and werewolves. Ciaran is struggling with internal hatred due to his unique nature. Hating his hybrid nature, as he believes it's why he was met with "misfortune" throughout his life. Ciaran knows he won't truly fit in with a coven or pack, so he's training himself to feel comfortable with loneliness, even though it's hurting more than it's doing good.

Returning to his relationship issues, Ciaran has trouble forming bonds with people, as he keeps pushing others away. He's not doing it to be rude - it's a defensive tactic to keep himself and others from getting hurt. If anything bad happened in the relationship, he would immediately think it was his fault (for whatever reason) and then seclude himself to prevent further "issues". This made him socially awkward - unsure how and when to react to people or situations. He will try to be supportive, yet he doesn't want to screw anything over so he would be hesitant to touch (hug/hold hands/etc.) with someone. One of his fears is that he accidentally misreads the situation and is placed in an awkward situation. Even though he's an isolator, some of him still craves interactions.

However, once this man loves (if possible) he will love the person hard. He will put his entire heart on his sleeve just for that person - doing whatever he can to keep his partner(s) happy to the best of his ability. He has many different ways to show the person that he loves affection. Gift giving, words of affirmation, quality time, acts of service. As for physical touch, it's something he would work on for the sake of his partner, even if it makes him uncomfortable. Ciaran would act basically like a puppy: following around his significant other. In other words, be glued onto them. Don't worry about him cheating - he doesn't have the heart to do so. That makes it all troublesome if he gets too attached and things don't work out in the relationship. As much as this man loves hard, the breakup would be terrible for him.

Even though he's awkward around humans, Ciaran is a big softie with animals. Cats? Yes. Dogs? Damn straight. Snakes? Yup! Just not cockroaches and some species of spiders. He loves animals, strays to owned ones, and is respectful towards them. Sadly, the animals would notice his unique blood, and either cower or act defensive around him, so all he could do was admire them from afar. To make up for this, much to his embarrassment, he's a huge sucker for animal plushies. He uses the stuffed animals as replacements for actual living ones. From big to small. He has a few in his room while the rest he put in a different room. Ciaran does a name for his collective plushes, but it's too long of a list to go over. Many would dream about being rich or famous, but his dream is to find a pet that would love him despite what he is.

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Likes:
Plushies
Animals
Soft Blankets
Romance Books/Movies
The Night
Being Alone/Around Loved Ones
Black
Sweet Foods
White Noise (Ocean Waves, Ticking Clocks, etc.)
Organization/Cleaning
Music
Sunsets
Baking/Cooking
Sewing/Crochet/Knitting

Dislikes:
His Hybrid Nature
Getting Too Drunk
Surprises
Clubbing/Parties
Escape Rooms (Don't Ask)
Fast Rides
Clowns/Puppets/Mimes
Going Outside
Arguing
Working Early
Desserts With Nuts
Crowds
Unwanted Touching
Drama

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Relationship Status?:
Single

Partner(s):
PM Me

Crush(es):
PM Me

Exes:
None

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Kin:
Ciaran's family has long been gone. It's been years, so he doesn't remember their names and faces. Or perhaps, he does, but he doesn't want to think about it. Who knows.

If he has any children, that's highly unlikely. The man isn't sexually active (at the moment) and hasn't slept with anyone.

Pets:
Hoping for one.

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Affiliations:
PM Me

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Themesongs:
Omen - Disclosure
Carried Away - Passion Pit
Dear Wormwood - The Oh Hellos
The Lament of Eustace - The Oh Hellos
The Truth Is a Cave - The Oh Hellos
Hollow - Dabin x Kai Wachi
Scared to Be Lonely - Martin Garrix
Am I Wrong - Nico & Vinz

Other:
Completed

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Cynthia Solace

- of mt. Kynthos/moon; consolation -

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Nicknames:

Cyndi (Pronounced Cindy) | Cinders | Solace

Age:

22 years old

Gender:

Female

Sexuality:

Bisexual

Relationship status:

Oooopen

Species:

Werewolf - born & pureblood from a different pack

Rank:

Pack member

Role:

"Scout" which actually considers of her sniffing around, poking her nose in other people's buisness and occasionally pinching something that might or might not have been disguarded | She likes to fix stuff for money, and is pretty decent at it - but otherwise doesn't need a job because her dad is loaded.

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Appearance:

Cyndi's usual presentation varies somewhere between 'looks like a bomb went off next to her' to 'victorian chimney sweep child' because she is always exiting some disaster or another. Her nickname 'Cinders' reflects her often ash-littered arms and face, and her hair is rarely neat - tied into the messiest bun to get it out of the way. She can't help the slight mad scientist vibe, it's her only way of escaping the pristeen expectations of her family; they're all well dressed and manicured, so it's on her to break the trend. That said she can put in some effort when she needs to, and she cleans up just fine , even dabbling in some makeup when she feels up to it. Cynthia usually just can't be bothered with her appearance, especially when she's halfway through fixing something particually challenging. Her personal priorities are very much elsewhere. However she has her own rugged attractiveness: she's got an impressive set of biceps from the random skills she has picked up, and keeps very active so has quite a lean body overall. She favours particality and loves to wear anything with function, so the more pockets the better - cargos and chunky boots that protect her feet and add a fun bonus to her height are the way to go.

Reaching a height of 5'6 she's not very tall at all and generally appears to have a lanky figue when wearing baggier clothing. She doesn't have much of an intimidating figure and generally has a relaxed albiet slightly chaotic air about her. For the most part her limbs and facial features are very sharp, boardering on aggressive, however her eyes are doe soft and massive. A soft brown shade, they are reasonably expressive and give her a much more gentle look that otherwise would be absent. Her hair is naturally a silvery-black shade but it has long since been dyed a copper-red shade that is currently semi-faded. It is evidently somewhat damaged from bleaching, and very messy but still quite thick. The cut is... difficult to describe in simple terms - long, somewhat wavy, messy as hell and choppy in layers. She has messy bangs often pinned up or tucked behind her ears, that she fiddles with when she has nothing else to do. They pull back to reveal her multitude of peircings, all in silver, scattered across her ears; she also has the start of a tattoo sleeve but it's very often covered by her shirt.

Shifted appearance:

In Cynthia's wolven form she takes on the natural grey-black of her natural hair, coating her body in a thick and messy mass of fur. Much to many's suprise she has a relatively larger form: one well muscled and standing about 33 inches tall which is just over the larger size of an average wolf. There is something quite intimidating to her animal appearance, even aside from her bulky size; her eyes are the same dark oak brown and hold an intense stare unusual for the more timid lupine species. Very in tune with her werewolf state, Cyndi is evidently a huntress and warrior when in it - she has a poise that yells buisness much unlike her usual state. See, while like this she has no use for her usual tools to craft (you can't really do much with a pair of paws) so she turns away from industrial things and indulges herself in the wild. Letting herself be one with the nature around her she is instead often covered with earth or fallen leaves that get caught in her longer fur, or else stains from feeding. It's not too far from her being covered in the remains of a failed experiment, but that's not the point - at least the only mess she's leaving behind can be explained away as a wolf this time. Though it can barely be seen through her fur, Cynthia does have scarring from various dumb and slightly less dumb incidents, but they don't bother her in the slightest.

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Personality:

One would do well to keep their wits about them while around Cynthia - and also perhaps their belongings. While she is a collector of things and would never steal anything (she doesn't exactly need to due to the wealth of her family) stuff do have a habit of going missing around her. See things from her perspective: you're working late in your so-called lab one night when you get distracted by someone talking to you, then another project going bust (or y'know up in flames) and finally you find something in the chaos of your desk space that is perfect for this new idea you've been caught up in. How was she supposed to know you still like that old phone if it's got a million cracks in it and is nestled so perfectly between that broken lamp and six tins of old scrap metal? It's hardly her fault if you manage to loose something to the scrap jungle that is her working space. That said, while she isn't going to feel guilty for any mishap (your fault for thinking you could just leave your pristeen coat by the open paint cans) she does go more than out of her way to find some kind of replacement. Money is never an issue for her after all, so she might even sneak an upgrade in there too. Cynthia is hardly wasteful though - she literally collects trash for her projects - or squanderous with her cash (she still values it on some level) so is can be quite a suprise when she reveals just how rich her family actually is.

There is something about 'Cinders' that tells you she is at the least mildly spoilt. Her widely spontaneous energy has her dragging her friends into the wildest of situations - all funded by herself naturally - and having a blast. Sometimes literally; her nickname is Cinders for a reason. That reason having a close involvement with her haphazard relationship with explosions and fire. Anyways, she doesn't have the greatest regard for her or others' safety. That makes her one fun person to party with, but hardly the best person to have in a more dangerous scenario. Although, while her self preservation is all but present, she is a very useful person to have on hand in a pinch. Her straightforward intelligence has her thinking loops around others, whether that's in building something to fix a problem or by manipulating others in some way. So on that note, she's worth keeping around if one has a purpose for her. Cyndi won't really argue with being used: firstly shes often too naïve to tell when she's being used if the other person is in anyway sneaky about it (especially when shes being used for her money or skills - the latter she is far too proud not to show off when prompted to) which is somewhat ironic. And secondly she loves feeling useful, even if she recognises someone is using her for their sole benefit - obliging mainly because it gives her something new and interesting to do.

At her heart Cynthia is a self proclaimed scientist and inventor. She is never not seen with something to tinker with and has a bad habit of taking stuff apart whenever it's handed to her. Half the time she isn't even planning to figure it out how it works (that is a favourite thing for her to do) and is instead her just subconsciously messing around with whatever she's got. She can't help it, her mind is just super active and this fiddling prevents her from turning to more dangerous things, like testing the fire resistance of whatever she's found at the local tip. That's her other kind of favourite thing, which may or may not have resulted in her repuation for fire causing. Her skills are varied in both quality and well, 'skill' too. Some things she's perfected and if you give her - for example - a broken watch she can fix that right up with no issues. However there's some things still way out of her skillset. Not a problem in her eyes though, she'll have a go and see what she can do. Unfortunately that can some times end up with the item being completely destroyed... but you'll let her buy you a new one instead right?

Generally Cyndi is a very cheerful and upbeat person. She's not a downright optamist - there's a level of realism she sticks with because otherwise she just knows she'll fall into being overly naive. For the most part she gets along well with anyone 'n everyone, and around them she's quite comfortable with being herself and acting as usual. Although, when she's getting through a more challenging part of a project she can start of become introverted and retreat into some quieter corner to finally get this damned thing done. If someone bothers her she can be a little grumpier of a conversational partner, but worst case senario she'll trap whoever's disturbing her into helping her out with her newest crazy scheme. It's funny to watch them stumble through her room trying to figure out how the hell any of her equipment works - or where it even is! Cynthia has a high tolerance for being social and truely isn't bothered by many people; she has an endlessly easygoing nature and seamlessly bounces in and out of groups as she pleases, making friends pretty much anywhere she goes. Others can find her whirlwind type of behaviour difficult to keep up with, or even just downright annoying, but that's barely her concern.

Likes: Experiments, other chill people, fireworks, fire, solving problems, crafting, fixing stuff, her dad, her brothers, cats (tigers and tabbies)

Dislikes: Explosions (oops), people making a big fuss over money, angry people, being left alone for too long, heavy rain

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Other:

Changed to a different character, lol

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|| Katherine 'Kitty' Fernsley ||

- pure; meadow -

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Nickame(s):

Kitty or Kit, Katherine is not tolerated

Age:

Old. Approximately 200 years, though she hardly looks older than 20.

She was turned shortly after turning 19.

Gender:

Female

Sexuality:

Whoever captures her attention; goes without labels

Relationship status:

Always looking; never committing, truely

Species:

Turned Vampire

Rank/role:

One of 'the others' | She doesn't bother with a human occupation, but you can catch her around town from time to time

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Personality:

Surface level? Aggresively loyal yet seeminly dimwitted companion | Unexpectedly thrives and feed off chaos - would rather watch the world crumble than anything else <3 | Very sweet looking ‘quiet’ girl, seemingly well put together and well mannered (born 1800s to wealthy-ish parents, so you know :>) | Incredibly intelligent (how’d you think she’s survived this long) but some might find it suprising she sticks by more crude/violent characters | That’s what everyone thinks at least – those who know her better arent as suprised | Some thing she has the patience of a god to put up with these toxic leaders and their silly attempts at trouble | Calculating manipulative and schemeing but she doesnt desire power, so happily nudges her friends in the positions of power in the wrong direction for better chaos output while obviously carefully covering her tracks | Focus is on her fave person in power, everyone else is ignored until they earn her attention

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Appearance:

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Other:

Another large WIP ^^'

Also the fonts are being a nightmare, sorry

Name:

Andromeda Orchid

Nickname/s:

"Rome" "Kid"

Age:

32 (Turned at age 19)

Gender:

Female

Species:

Vampire

Rank/role:

Loner (Soon to be indoctrinated into the coven)

Occupation:

Currently a mechanic - using the skills she learned from her uncle in her early teenage years to run a small motor repair shop in town.

Personality:

Friendly | Excitable | Manic | Spiraling | Thrill seeker | Competitive | No self preservation | Impulsive | Kind | Quick Witted | Intelligent/Well Read

Andromeda is a lively woman, pent up with energy she doesn't know what to do with it all. Be it dancing, singing, racing, as long as it raises her adrenaline and brings that head rush she so craves, she will throw herself into it head first.

The enthusiasum she possesses often means the competitive streak announces itself at any given moment. The thrill it delivers to her could match nothing else, besides perhaps the taste of fresh blood.

A fairly new arrival to the town, Andromeda makes a point to be friendly to the inhabitants. Currently, she has hidden her true nature rather well, blending in with the humans smoothly. Years of forcing herself within their proximity without pouncing on them enabling her to mostly control herself around the living creatures. A frequent flier at the House of Cards, the sweat and scent of the humans around her packed in like sardines poses little threat to her will power at this point. Only sometimes when a particularly delectible human passes her by does the craving arise.

While an outwardly happy and bouncy person, Rome often finds herself sitting at home alone. Nothing but the sound of silence surrounding her. Having left her family behind, allowing them to believe she had been kidnapped by the same monster that had killed that poor first year, she restricts the closeness that she achieves with people. Knowing that in a few short decades they will perish, that or they will grow suspicious about her lack of aging and she will flee to another city.

Appearance:

Andromeda is not an initially captivating woman, standard in most aspects that others may be blessed in. With skin that remains supple and smooth as she ages, maintaining the smooth fawn colour, Rome’s form has faint dapples of freckles across her shoulders and the bridge of her nose. Beneath this skin is a narrow skeleton sporting vague muscle supports, nothing to boast about, despite her deceptive strength. As an overall shape, Andromeda is rectangular with a small favour towards her hips where a little more fat can be located. Her proportions are relatively equal in regards to the length of her legs and torso, having her stand at a steady 5’6”. On her left arm, placed at her inner elbow is a simple tattoo of Sanrio's Miffy. Just her head with a little heart between her ears.

Her hands are small with shorter fingers, which can make some fiddly aspects of her work even more irritating to complete. The nails are always trimmed short and unpainted, though she would never be seen with them filthy unless she was in the middle of her work.

In regards to her facial features, they are set in a subtly square face with a strong jaw. Her next noticeable feature would be her nose, standing proudly at the centre with a slightly upturned tip, adorned with a golden septum ring. On either side of her nose sit two narrow eyes with pale light blue irises nestled within them. The colour of ice and glaciers, they’re rather striking against her otherwise darker appearance. Above them are shaped and thick eyebrows, kept in neat condition thanks to regular maintenance.

Her hair is normally kept up out of the way in a simple ponytail or bun, but if it is let down it reaches just below her shoulders. However, as its pattern is a mixture of 2c and 3a, if it were straightened a few inches are gained to its length, courtesy of shrinkage. The front pieces are kept shorter to frame her face when she pulls the rest of the mass up. It is the colour of dark deep coffee, the smallest hints of lighter browns towards the ends of her hair.

Andromeda’s usual attire is her black and well-worn mechanics coveralls, tied at her waist with a white tank beneath. However, if she were to ever venture out into the town, her wardrobe is primarily earth tones with a lean to the darker side and a wide array of black. In addition to her gold septum which is always in place are a set of earrings, typically studs in order to make sure they do not interfere with her work, and a thin golden chain that is soldered around her neck so that it cannot be removed unless it is broken.

The air around her carries the natural scent of white florals and citrus, that is unless she has been working recently. In which case, the scent of motor oil and diesel clings to her skin.

Likes:

♥ Adrenaline

♥ The dead of night.

♥ Dancing + Any music no matter the genre.

♥ Human blood

♥ Motorsports

♥ Learning anything and everything

♥ Bunnies

Dislikes:

✘ Hunting humans

✘ Vanity

✘ Silence

✘ Lack of action / will power

✘ Bright light and subsequent heat.

✘ Overly negative outlooks

✘ Being put on the spot

Relationship status:

Open

Sexuality:

Heterosexual

Other:

Andromeda is an avid motor vehicle enthusiast, being a particular fan of sports motorcycles. One of which she owns, a mainly black and chrome Kawasaki Ninja ZX-6R KRT. That thing is her baby and no body better touch it. She also owns a Mazda miata, yes the one with the pop up eyes, though she rarely takes it out unless the weather is good.

How she was turned:

Andromeda was a very adventurous teenager, to the point of major concern to her parents. As a disciplinary move, they carted Andromeda off to a private all girls scool, unbeknown to parents they there was a rather large gaggle of vampires that also attended.

Particularly, the wealthier family's children. They took to Andromeda like a predator to its prey, coaxing her into their manipulative circle with well timed compliments and kind behaviours. Until her final year, right before graduation. One night, they told her they had something to show her. That it was fun. It was not fun.

After entering the dormatory, they sat her down and encircled her. Praising their lifestyle, that it was a blessing they were going to place upon Andromeda. The gift of immortality. What they neglected to tell her was that they had never done it before.

The agony she endured has scarred her for the remainder of her unholy life. After the searing pain and suffering, the girls brought forward a first year girl, barely 13. As the cravings over took Rome, she saw nothing but pulses of red and black as she descended upon the poor girl. Draining her dry. The delicacy is something Andromeda has never experienced again, the very idea of the taste flooding over her tongue makes her drool. Yet, she hunts only animals, because the look on that poor girls face as the newly turned monster pounced upon her haunts her dreams every night.

WIP Big big WIP

I believe character number four for me, Andromeda, is completed ^^

I can't wait till this starts <3