My father was killed when I was young involved in dealings with the mob. The police could do nothing, his killer, known to the whole community, got off scott free. I asked my mother once, what happens when good men cant stop bad men? She smiled and replied, "Then its time for something not constrained by good to take there place...."

**Warning** This character is essentially a Vigilante, This means if you are evil, they will actively attempt to hunt and kill you without remorse, compassion, mercy or relenting in any way. They will kill you at the most inopportune and inappropriate time possible, they will hurt you in as personal a way as they can and they will actively try to make your life hell. Nothing personal, You have been warned, Come close to this character or be known by this character if you are evil at your own risk.

Once upon a time in a distant land there was a beautifull girl that was adored by all, heralded for her beauty and living in a lap of luxury, her estate was a majestic thing to behold and she was destined to one day be married off to a rich lord to live happily ever after.....
Sadly, Not every fairy tale has a happy ending....

The riders came at midnight, the clock struck and the bell rang out echoeing through the estate seeming to summon forth the sound of hooves and the crackling of fire from the torches they carried, the only sound that was perhaps louder and more thunderous was the screams that ran in there wake.

They overcame the guards easily and stormed the estate, destroying everything in there path and laughing as they did so. She barely remembered most of that night, alot of it to this day seemed a blur but she could never froget the sound of those hooves like the calling of death itself....
Her lover, her secret lover, her friend, her hand maid, the one she promised would always be at her side was to be the first thing she ever learned to kill as the thirst slowly overtook her, the change in her body making her crave more and more as her lover whimpered underneath her and shook violently as the last rattle of breath left her lips and her corpse slowly grew cold beneath her fingers, taking on a pale white complexion in the confines of her cell and leaving her with no one else to talk with that had any lengths to her past. It was that night in that cold cell looking into the dead eyes of ehr lover that she made the promise to herself, it was that night she changed forever. Carrying the body of her lover and summoning the last vestiges of her blossoming strength still fresh from the feeding she burst the bars that led outside and fled that awful place. She would come back for them all.....

~Bio~
Height - 5-6
weight - *slap*
Eyes - Gold
Skin Color: If Seen slightly pale (just below that of a fair skinned humans)
Hair - Raven Black (Purple Highlights)
Race - Human/Dhampir
Measurements - 32-26-32
Age - If One were to see her without her hood on they'd guess that she was roughly 21 years of age though the spark in her eyes clearly says she's far older.
Gender - Herm though that would be impossible to tell with her clothes on just from the manner in which she keeps herself.
Orientation - Bi

-An ongoing glamor spell is on her causing her looks to be as you see here, what you see is what you get, send tell if you believe you can somehow see around it.-

Skin tight leathers form over the rather smallish woman in front of you, coating over her shapely thighs and narrow waist and cinching up tight to her well formed body and running into her corset top wich laces in both front and back and pushes up her modest C-cup breasts. Laced within that top is a single sheath for a push dagger, better known as a punch blade at times that rests over top of her cleavage and inbetween at the same time, sticking up from between them and allowing her to easily have access to a knife. She can push the blade deeper ifshe wishes too to hide it.

Moving further down a simple series of belts that hang loosely around her shapely hips are covered with an assortment of silver knives and viles as well as a few small pouches that hold all number of assorted odds and ends. From one end of her belt hangs a silver chain with the symbol of Hoar, the god of vengeance and retribution. She also carries a belt buckle made of pure silver that has a single broach cover over top of it that appears to be a skull bisected by a blade running from top to bottom.

She rarely removes her cloak and hood, preffering to keep her body covered in its protection and allowing very little of herself to be seen, however when she does toss her hood back one would find the woman to be quite beautifull, with a soft button nose and well sculpted features and plush lips that look like they were made to be kissed. Her yellow eyes alone give testimony to her non human ancestry and the predator that lurks beneath the flesh. Her silky black hair is usually tied up in a pony tail but otherwise drapes easily down to the middle of her back. She doesnt smile often, in fact almost never, but if one were to get a laugh out of her they would be surprised to find twin fangs where her canines would be and a small tongue ring that clicks soflty over her teeth.

IF every unbeared her body would be completely devoid of any scars or scrapes or other markings with the exception of a tattoo along her inner thigh of a heart wrapped in barbed wire with a name written across it, "Evangeline".

Greens - Negotiable (Far to many to even begin listing)
Yellows - Negotiable
Reds - Anything Against Server Rules