Name: Gwyneth “Gwen” Martin Gender: Female Age: 20 Appearance: Personality: Gwen is an outgoing person but has become more withdrawn since her return home. She is very sarcastic and is quite the tomboy. Gwen is also very impulsive and has been known to become distracted from finishing tasks. She doesn’t always think highly of herself, but she won’t let another soul know that. She has also grown to be very laid back and can keep a level head when situations get heated. Likes: Horror movies and Quentin Tarantino flicks, loud parties with lots of music and dancing. She loves the nightlife, and running for sport or fun. She loves cheese steaks and anything Italian. Dislikes: cigarette smoke and people who are assholes when they drink. History: The earliest years of Gwen’s life was very uneventful, but it was a boring normality that she remembers and still yearns for. Her family had settled into their cozy two story home when Gwen was just an infant and two years before her brother was born. Her mother became a teacher at the elementary school, while her father became a preacher. Needless to say, Gwen’s family became very well established in the community. The town Gwen grew up in wasn’t much different from the other sleepy towns like it across the country. It was quiet and friendly without much crime or trouble. There was only one subject tabooed by the locals, the manor in the woods. A “Manor” would be an understatement for this place; it looks more like a castle built by old Vlad himself. Those that can be persuading to talk about the manor cannot recall when it was built or if anyone even lives there now. There is a fear shared by this town about that manor, a fear that gags the locals and keeps them inside at night. Gwen did not pay much attention to the stories about the manor, like most she put the ghost stories out of her mind. She was loved by her family and had many friends from church and school. The moment that changed her life seems to come from her nightmares. She was thirteen then, it was Saturday and night was still creeping away when Gwen awoke. She had thought she heard screaming outside her window, but there was no one there. The door to the kitchen was standing wide open, and the sink was on. The stillness of the kitchen scared Gwen, so she ran upstairs to get her mother, but she was gone. Her mother was declared missing for three days until volunteers and police found her body in the woods. It was determined that an animal must have attacked her and nothing more was said about the case. They all grieved, but Gwen’s father had his flock and his religion, Gwen’s brother had his music. Gwen had nothing to help her cope, only questions. Something had killed her mother, not some animal. But once again fear had silenced the town. Gwen was very angry over the injustice, and the anger made her bitter too early in her life. The highschool years were a blur of failed tests, parties, and drugs. She graduated highschool and caught a bus out of town on the same day. Gwen was on a downward spiral, but finally, she cried out for help. Two years after running away, Gwen returned to her hometown determine to make amends to her family and try to establish some kind of life. She is now working at the local diner and trying to enroll at a nearby community college, but something has Gwen’s attention. That old manor has been on Gwen’s mind and it’s only a matter of time before her curiosity drawls her too close in the manor’s grasp.

Name: Hélène Renee Petit Gender: Female Age: 251 Appearance: Personality: On the surface, Helene appears to be a virtuous beauty. Quiet and calm with a polite smile. But if you were to look her in the eye too long, you’ll see the madness she harbors. Helene is unpredictable, pure and simple. She is love, she is hate, bubbly innocence, and bloody sadism. She has her good days were she is completely lucid, and other days were she is a raving madwoman. The only one that may truly understand her is the one who sired her. Likes: Helene is a vampire, but she is not a savage. She enjoys art and has a love for classical music and jazz. She also enjoys the finer things in life, such as large houses with eloquent designs and expensive things. Dislikes: Rude people or people without any manors. She also dislikes uncultured and weak adults. She will have no sympathy for anyone who uses their situation as an excuse to gain attention. History: Helene was born in 1764, the second child to her parents with three half siblings birthed by her father’s first and late wife. Helene does not remember much of her father, due to the fact that she rarely saw him. He was a decorated hero, and therefore was in good standing with the French Monarchy in Pairs. Because of this, “business” had him traveling or attending to the needs of the monarch in Paris. Helene grew up away from the distractions of the city; she instead lived on her family’s country estate with her mother and older sister. Helene did not care much for her father, she did love him but his absence in her younger years left her quietly resenting him. What ultimately made her dislike her father was whenever he came to visit the country home; it was always to bring about unwanted change. While her father was a cold distant figure in her childhood, her mother was warm and ever present. Helene’s mother was like a god to the child, a woman who embraced motherhood with grace and embodied the woman Helene wished to be. The woman guided the child and her sister, exposing them to the beauty of nature and seeing they were educated and would grow to be the perfect lady. Then her father appeared and Helene’s time in her country paradise was over. First he came with a nobleman to court Helene’s sister, then they were wedded and her sister was off to her new life. When Helene was 15, her father appeared with a suitor to court her. Adrien was his name, and he was some type of lawyer, but he was also much older and very boring. But her father smiled, the first time she recalled him ever smiling, and said “He is very wealthy, so do as you are told and be happy.” Helene hated Pairs, the crowded streets and the noise. The aftermath of the war with England was only present on the hungry and sick peasants. It was the theater that kept her happy during those few months before her first pregnancy. Her paradise return to Helene when she was sitting before that stage. when the music began and the curtains parted, heaven was awaiting Helene. Then Helene found a something new to cherish, her daughter Marie. Just as her mother had done for her, Helene cared for Marie and made sure she had the best of everything. Her husband had become absence, caring more for the whores and his drinking, but Helene did not care because he had given her a child. Around her, the world was once again changing. Her father came to visit Helene one final time to ruin her life. He had tales of unrest among the people of France. Talk of attacking the monarch, and it was in Adrien and his family’s best interest to retreat outside of the country. But Adrien was stubborn, always so stubborn, and declared that the noblemen had nothing to fear. It is the burning that Helene would always remember, the heat and the smell and the brightness as the flames ate away at their home in Paris. In one faithful night, riots had broken out and the homes of the wealthy were broken into and pillage while the people were dragged out in the streets. Helene lost Adrien to a crowd, probably to be beaten and later executed. It was Marie she cared about, who was lost to the smoke. Helene doesn’t remember much about her final moments alive. She had been carrying Marie’s body through the streets, detached from reality and numb. She didn’t notice the figure that appeared beside her or the way he hungrily stroked her hair. He asked her something thing, but Marie does not remember what he had whisper. She only remembers saying yes, then the pain began and the darkness. After that night, Helene found a new reason to enjoy this so call revolution in her native France. Her theater no longer offered her paradise, and her Marie would never open her smiling blue eyes again. Helene instead found her paradise in the taste of butchered soldiers and rebels. The nobles whose delicate pampered necks cracked so easily brought her pleasure. The painful screams Helene forced from the lips of her prey was like the music. The revolution ended too quickly for Helene, but there were other events of chaos on this pitiful earth that called to Helene. And oh, she would have so much fun.

Name: Evelyn de Winter Gender: Female Age: 132 She stands 5’6” with a slight frame. She seems very delicate to others, though she has muscle and spirit to fight off any would be attackers. Personality: : Evelyn is very proper. She is not a lady taken to encouraging the morally corrupt or extreme passions. She loves tea and a good book, a fireplace and a comfy chair. She often hums sad hymns to herself without noticing and rarely makes a grand expression like a full-fledged smile or horrible frown, more like smirks and nods, slightly furrowed brows and shaking her head. She is quieter but has never been pushed to the extreme by anything. Even when horrible things happen she is a lady, not throwing herself into depression but working through it and coming out stronger. Likes: Books, tea, quilts, fireplaces, walks, dresses Dislikes: Cursing, unnecessarily loud people, classlessness, ignorance, lack of imagination, the cold History: Evelyn was born in London. She was raised by a wealthy family who wanted only the best for their daughter. She went to private school, then finishing school, and then to a normal college where she planned on learning to be a school teacher. While there she fell in love with one of her professors, Marcus de Winter. He taught English and took an interest in Evelyn’s poetry, sweeping her off her feet with his own. She married him, not completing university. Her parents weren’t sorely disappointed though, considering she married a wealthy man who took good care of her. Soon they wanted to start a family though, and Evelyn was concerned about the state London was in and whether it was the best environment for a child. Marcus agreed and found a teaching position in a small school in Ipswich. They moved but during the move Marcus was run over by a carriage with a horse that went mad, running him down. Evelyn was heartbroken, unsure of what to do with herself. She was forced to make decisions though, decisions she thought she and Marcus had years to discuss. She had Marcus buried in the graveyard of Ipswich, going ahead and moving into a smaller home than they had picked out together in the village since she was by herself. She needed something to do with her time besides mourn her love, and took a job in the local bookstore. There she encouraged others to read and sometimes just sat outside with her husband’s favorite poetry book and read. Many nights she visited the graveyard at dusk or even at night, telling Marcus about her day. It was during one of these visits she was approached by a man who was injured. Never one to turn away anyone, she took the pale injured man to her home. She knew something was off about him though, and pried until he admitted his affliction of vampirism. Quite taken with him, she asked to join him, and although he refused, he continued to visit her, seeking her company. One night, the villagers had noticed too much and stormed her home, demanding the vampire. He was not present, so they accuse Evelyn of being one in their bloodlust, trying to beat her. Within an inch of death, her friend returned, fighting off the villagers and rescuing her. He changed her in order not to lose her, and her life, or death rather, has never been the same since joining him and the other aristocratic vampires he covened with, unaware she was in fact a descendant of Dracula himself until it was revealed by her new ‘family’ through some digging.

Name: Avalai Ambre Merigue Gender: Female Age: 418 Appearance: Personality: Demure, dainty, dangerous. All three of these words describe the lady Avalai only in passing. Truthfully, she is much harsher, much more rash, and holds incredibly little patience for anyone. She enjoys the finer things in life, including leading night hunts that may or may not end in a ball of blood. She is unpredictable and has long overcome the shock of witnessing death. Perhaps, she even enjoys it. Ah, but of course, it all must be done with a touch of class. Likes: Blood, discourse, lavish surroundings, Romance/mystery novels, luxurious outfits and hunting. Dislikes: Being trapped indoors, moonless nights, staying in one place for too long, anything that probably costs less than 5 dollars. History: Miss Avalai was turned into the red queen she is today at the ripe age of 25, so many, many centuries ago. Bitten by a vampire vying for power, she was kidnapped by him and brainwashed into being his escorting lady to Dracula's lavish evening balls. He misconstrued her gentleness for weakness, however, and she killed him at the ball that very night when, ironically, even though she was the one that was being held against her will, showed interest in other women. She became a point of interest to Dracula and was accepted into his more.... closer crew. With the help and pointers of other vampires she was able to grow her knowledge of aristocracy while simultaneously developing the overpowering sensation of thirst. She began the hunts, the mass hoards of vampires stalking in the night, providing terror to all those who set eye upon the legion behind her. Today she still sits, a fond pet of the most infamous vampire of all time.