What I am called:Kitten.
What my people call me:
Vin Rouge. (Red Wine.)
How long I have walked this world:
Forgotten, but thought to be centuries old, and looks to be about twenty three.
My heratige:Vampire, with the ability to change into animals.
My story:
Kitten doesnt remember much of her human life, or who had changed her. When she woke up, she was in a graveyard, towns away from her home. She found that she had grown fangs, was now wearing this strange necklace and had this odd craving for... Blood? Going on a blood lust stage that most new borns do, she went into the nearest town and fed off of many people. Once they found out that they had this blood-sucking demon terrorizing the town, they tried to hunt her down and kill her. Whenever dawn broke, Kitten came to find that the new piece of jewlry she wore let her be in sunlight. When she finally outran the towns people, she wondered around until she found this new place, a place reined by creatures as herself. For most of her vampire life, she stayed there, learning the ways, gaining powers as she aged, and working her way up in her world.
What I can do:
Shape shifting, pyrokinesis, telekinesis, telepathy, super strenth and speed.
What I enoy:
Dark chocolate, blood(duh), the night and moon, music, and forests'.
What I do not enjoy:
Open waters, open spaces, silence, and most people.
What I look like:
Kitten is about 5'5, with long midnight colored hair that goes down to her lower back. Her skin is the color of peaches, with a rosey hue to it. She gets her nickname Vin Rouge, which means Red Wine in French, from her wine colored eyes. She has a pixi shaped nose, and full, pale pink lips. Kitten's body is petite and agile, letting her move with the grace of a predator. Her necklace is a simple silver chain with a simple red diamond on the hallow of her throat. You can also always find her wearing a simple silver band on her middle finger of the left hand. She doesn't know where it came from; She woke up with it, and as far as she knows, it doesnt do anything.
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Tears are words the heart cannot say.
Hate is easy;Love takes courage.
".. Soulmates dont always stay together. Sometimes its to much-the fire and lightning and all that. Some peole just cant stand it."
Keep me in your memories.~