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ironxtraitor((technically demons.exe, but I don't wanna put her on the game proper too often because it could get confusing with Liz there))
[Vampires tended to sort into groups. Often, they were merely everyday humans, only without a pulse or reflection and a need to drink blood. They just wanted to live a normal life just like any demon. Some even resented their immortality.
And then there another group. The ones that embraced their newfound bodies, relished in them. Even going so far as to dedicate themselves to be the monster they were seen as. Such was the case with the shadowed blonde on the street corner this night.
She never went by her human name anymore, and if she were ever to become infamous, she wondered if legends would say she'd forgotten it. She was once just a motorcycle queen on a biker gang leader's lap, content with a fast life and a short life span. And even after the bite in 1984, that part didn't change, only now she craved crueler, darker thrills. It was that vicious desire that claimed her first victim - the gang leader she'd devoted herself to as a human. That's how she decided her new identity. The betrayer. Judas.
It had been two days since her last kill. Far too long for her liking. Blood stores were getting low and she was getting bored. A bad combination. Which is why she now stood on the corner of a busy street, trying to stay inconspicuous even in her menacing black leather and the ominous lack of a reflection in the window behind her.]
[Vampires tended to sort into groups. Often, they were merely everyday humans, only without a pulse or reflection and a need to drink blood. They just wanted to live a normal life just like any demon. Some even resented their immortality.
And then there another group. The ones that embraced their newfound bodies, relished in them. Even going so far as to dedicate themselves to be the monster they were seen as. Such was the case with the shadowed blonde on the street corner this night.
She never went by her human name anymore, and if she were ever to become infamous, she wondered if legends would say she'd forgotten it. She was once just a motorcycle queen on a biker gang leader's lap, content with a fast life and a short life span. And even after the bite in 1984, that part didn't change, only now she craved crueler, darker thrills. It was that vicious desire that claimed her first victim - the gang leader she'd devoted herself to as a human. That's how she decided her new identity. The betrayer. Judas.
It had been two days since her last kill. Far too long for her liking. Blood stores were getting low and she was getting bored. A bad combination. Which is why she now stood on the corner of a busy street, trying to stay inconspicuous even in her menacing black leather and the ominous lack of a reflection in the window behind her.]
