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Default 11-13-2007, 06:50 PM

Name: Perdita Redfern
Age: Over 500 years old, but looks about 16
Race: Vampire
Faults/Disabilitys: Goes into Bloodrage (when a vampire is deprived of blood, the Bloodrage takes them over and they become like wild animals) very quickly, is far too impulsive
Appearence: Long dark red hair, silvery blue eyes, creamy skin
Job(if your character is at least 15): Perdita's father is rich, and sends her an allowance each month.
Personility: Perdita can be at times snobbish, with a "rich daddy's girl" mentality. She is also impulsive, and rarely thinks before she acts. However, to her friends she's very loyal, as well as to her family.
History: Perdita's family, the Redferns, are one of the oldest vampire families around. Perdita left the family house to live in the village about three years ago with her lover at the time. She has since split with him and does not know where he is.

Name: Sanura "Sapphire" Lafey
Age: 17
Race: Human
Faults/Disabilitys: Very sarcastic and overbearing. Doesn't trust people very easily and suspects them automatically
Appearence: Bobbed black hair (dyed), blue eyes, lightly tanned skin
Job(if your character is at least 15): Works in her father's grocery store, but is also a vampire hunter on the side
Personility: Can be extremely b*tchy and nasty; she's also the sort to fling wild accusations about. However, earn her friendship and you have it forever
History: Sanura never knew her mother; she ran away from her father when Sanura was just a baby. Her father raised her on his own, but Sanura has always wondered who her mother was, and why she left. She has heard of the red jewels, but her father always changes the subject when she brings it up.

Sanura Lafey walked down the street towards her father's grocery shop. She sighed at the thought of having to work in the shop that afternoon, missing all the fun. Her father insisted that the shop be open for as long as possible into the evening; Sanura sometimes longed for the day when she could be independant and have her own place and her own money. As she walked, she idly plucked at the tasteful gold choker with the single red jewel in it that she wore about her throat. Her father had told her that her mother had left it for her before she'd run away.

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