"If you don't know where you are going, any road will get you there."

"She generally gave herself very good advice, (though she very seldom followed it)."

"If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn't. And contrary wise, what is, it wouldn't be. And what it wouldn't be, it would. You see?"

"Be what you would seem to be - or, if you'd like it put more simply - never imagine yourself not to be otherwise than what it might appear to others that what you were or might have been was not otherwise than what you had been would have appeared to them to be otherwise. "


"Now, here, you see, it takes all the running you can do, to keep in the same place. If you want to get somewhere else, you must run at least twice as fast as that!"

(All the above are Lewis Carroll)

Minkah doesn't remember her original name. It was a name she took herself after seeing it written on a wall. Of course, it wasn't really written there, but that doesn't change the fact that she did indeed see it and did indeed believe it to be her original name.  Her original name has been long lost, ever since the change. The change. The name she gave what happened to her, to breath into her new life..new meaning…new existence.  As far as she can piece together she was a dancer of some sort, in some tavern. She remembers flashes of color, dancing light, moaning voices and the sound of gold. One night, she remembers a face..a figure. A woman..who took her to a room. Did she agree to it beforehand? Her mind could not figure it out. But the woman bit her.  Made her drink her blood. And her life changed.

She now has a hunger. A hunger unsolvable by fruit and chickens. Especially chickens. She's tried. Chickens simply do not cure her hunger. The only thing that does, is blood. Even  the blood of chickens.  The sun burns her. Not a normal red burn. She actually catches on fire. And speaking of fire, that really burns her too. But, I suppose that is normal. That was normal before the change.

Her body is lean and fit, and quite beautiful..the perfect image of a dancer. She does NOT look like a chicken.  Her eyes flash with a bit of excitement and madness in them. She seems to be driven by that very same madness, and her hunger for blood.

Reds: Scat, Mutilation, Death,Vore.(She would give you terrible indigestion, trust me)