Name:
Blanche Aldair
Nickname(s):
Those closest to her normally call her B; pronounced B-ee.
Gender:
Female
Age:
22 years old
Birth date:
September 16th
Sexuality:
Bisexual - leans more towards women
Aroma:
Pine, Eucalyptus, Freshwater
Species:
Vampire-Weresquirrelhybrid. Originally a weresquirrelbut was turned by Josephine.
Role:
Member
Appearance:
The female was taller than average but not so tall that it was really noticeable. She was around 5 feet and 8 inches, her height not really something she paid much attention to. Blanche was definitely a beautiful woman and with the way she held herself, it seemed she knew it but she was simply just confinestt in herself. By avoiding pretty much any physical confrontation, her skin was almost pristine. It was smooth with little to none blemishes and she took pride in caring for it. Whenever she did get a wound or bruise, she would make sure to take care of it to the best of her ability, she didn’t want the scars they could leave. Despite the fair skin, she did have some freckling across her nose and over her arms but that paired with her ginger hair and suited her well.
As for her hair, there was certainly a lot of it. Each ginger strand being a relatively tight curl, cascading down just below her shoulders. It wasn’t exactly long but the shere thickness of it all made it seem all the more curly. Most of the time she left it down, enjoying the weight of it on her shoulders but for special occasions she wore it more styled. Blanche would separate the top half of her hair and brush it back before pinning it back, making it look like the top half was tied up, giving it that kind of messy-nstuff cheeks look. Matching the red hair, Blanche had green eyes but they weren’t the usual forest green. More of a paler shade with tints of darker shades in certain light settings.
Blanche doesn’t wear much jewellery, occasionally she will wear a bracelet or something of the sorts but usually she just doesn’t see the need in it. This is all beside one item that she refuses to ever take off unless she has to shift. It was all she had left of her mother. It was nothing special in looks but it had been passed down through generations and she wished she didn’t have it so early on in life. Even so, it holds so much importance to her. A simple chain with a small red moon sitting at the end that came down to sit just above her cleavage. When thinking or in her own world, she was often seen with the moon in her hand, her thumb gently brushing over it almost unknowingly.
When it came to her attire, Blanche was a sucker for a really good dress but it always had to either be white or black. There was no inbetween or any other funky colour. It was either those or she would have to wear a different outfit entirely. On a casual day, she could often be seen wearing some black ripped skinny jeans with a white t-shirt and oversize flannel over the top. As much as she enjoyed dressing casual, Blanche would take any excuse to wear one of her dresses. Or better yet, go buy a new one. Shopping and dress shopping were two completely different things.
Once shifted into her other form, Blanche could definitely be described as monstrous, just like the rest of her kind. It was a painful experience and she kept it limited the best she could. Even if actually shifting was the best feeling ever. It was like living within a cage inside yourself, getting the odd few nights of freedom. Yet, it also scared her. In this form she stood at just over 7ft, all elegance about her gone. Her eyes become darker, as does her fur, giving it a deep fox red, almost brown colouration instead of the ginger. Like all of her kind, in this form she was simply made for fighting and killing, making her a blood-thirsty machine when she can't control it.
After having gone through the process of being turned into a vampire, something she wasn't entirely sure would have worked, things have changed. Instead of being controlled by the moon, Blanche could choose exactly when she wanted to shift and had total control over herself in that manner. While most of her senses stayed the same, her vision definitely improved a considerable amount. The usual double set of canines fell out and instead she grew fangs. Becoming the perfect mix of the two species.
Personality:
Unlike her father had been, Blanche was quite a free-spirited individual and never really cared much about the war that went on between the weresquirrels and the vampires. She kept to herself and made sure to do what was needed of her. Then again, not much upset this woman and was usually seen with a calm air about her. Life was too short to be so serious was her motto that she tried to follow to the best of her ability. Even so, there were times she had to hold a seriousness to her and would gladly fight beside those she cared for, following any order her father would have asked of her before he died, while also trying to avoid the physical aspect of it all. Maybe it was the squirrelpart of her but loyalty was everything and was ingrained into her very core. Even to this very day.
Despite this calmness, when it comes to holding her own or protecting something she believes in, Blanche could have be quite spicy and fiery. Tending to use her words and intelligence rather than brute strength. It wasn’t unknown that B didn’t like to get physical or get into fights. She didn’t like to inflict pain on others, it went against her morals. Due to this, every moon where she is forced to shift, she does nothing but try and fight for control, it didn't always work but she tries her absolute hardest. Now, with being turned she had that full control and if she chose not to, she would never have to shift again. Blanche was certainly more vampire than weresquirrelnow but it meant she could see Josephine and the weresquirrelpart of her was something she was willing to lose for her.
That's not to say if it came down to life and dstuff cheeksh that she couldn’t fight, her father had made sure to train her since the day she started walking. Being the species she was originally had called for it. Blanche also knew she was stronger in said form and would use it to her advantage if it came down to it. Then again she keeps her mixed species as much of a secret as she can. The only person that knew of this at the moment was Josephine.
Blanche walked with confinestce and always held her head high. She would happily interact with anyone without a nerve in her body. She enjoyed talking to people and learning about them, about their life choices. As confinestt as she is, being quiet also works to her advantage. She was a good listener and enjoyed helping those that have asked for it from her. Especially now, with her maker teaching her the arts of her new powers.
With this new change she could still stuff cheeks how she used to but also needed blood to survive, feeling weak and drained without it. This was always a hard task for her as she surprisingly couldn't stand the taste of it, it tasted like medicine, the metallic taste always lingered on her tongue. This was something she would have to get use to but for now, she only drinks it when she absolutely has to.
Strengths:
-Control-
-Intelligent-
-Loyal-
-Much like the woman that turned her, she has become quite the good healer, quickly learning her way through herbs and plants-
Weakness:
-Combat-
-Looks for the best in everyone-
-An unusual distaste for blood-
-Perfectionist-
Likes:
-Socialising-
-Reading-
-Plants-
-Control-
Dislikes:
-Fighting-
-Losing control-
-Being alone-
-Blood-
Affiliations:
| June Aldair | Deceased | Mother |
| Harnest Aldair | Deceased | Father |
| Josephine Ethel Samaras | Alive | The woman that turned her and the woman of her dreams |
Other:
Her favourite flower? Sunflowers of course! Though ever since a certain night she has a new found love for roses
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I think I have her how I want her, I may change it a little but here she is! If you need me to change anything let me know! <3
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