Name: Anya Sandrow

Race: Vampire

Apparent Age: 13

Actual Age: 200...ish..she lost count around then.

Gender: Female(Duh)

Appearance:[IMG]http://i.imgur.com/fWWkv9Z.jpg[/IMG] The above picture is reference to her hair/facial features.

This picture(Thanks to Guilty Spark) is her clothes: [IMG]http://i.imgur.com/oeAgJlj.png[/IMG] In addition to the picture she wears leather boots and leather finger-less gloves that have thick metal plates on the knuckles. For punchin', of course.

Profession: Assassin/Thief.

Possessions: She has a dagger hidden in her left boot, a gold heart shaped necklace that hangs around her neck, and a 16 inch longsword she keeps in a sheathe on her back. She also has a coin purse full of a number of coins, ranging from bronze to gold attached by a string to her right wrist.

Skills/Magic/Talents: Anya is an expert assassin, her skills honed ever since she was turned so long ago. She prefers stealth above all when on a mission. She is stronger as well as faster than humans and some of the other mythical races as well. She also seems to have picked up some form of a 'charm' ability, wherein with enough convincing(which usually isn't much) she can trick and deceive almost anyone into doing almost anything she wants, which includes luring them into a trap to easily kill them.

Demeanor: It depends, really. When on a mission she's as serious as can be and prefers stealth above anything. Outside of work, she is a completely different person. Happy, care-free, completely random and slightly sadistic. She's generally nice to friends and nice when you get to know her.

History: Anya was turned, and rather violently, over 200 years ago. She was walking home and it was late at night, working on a farm the house was rather far from the field she usually played in. She doesn't remember much of that night, nor much of what happened. She only remembers waking up in her bed the next day feeling...strange, changed. She continued her daily life for the next few weeks, trying to suppress a new found urge she didn't know how to fix. 

Another week passed, and then it happened. She slaughtered her parents, draining them completely of blood and massacring them. She was horrified, yet, strangely happy. She felt great, REALLY great. Especially now that the burning at left the back of her throat. She fled her house, however, taking what little money her family had and running as fast as possible. She knew that she'd be hanged, burned, or worse for what she did if it was ever found out.

She wandered from city to city, village to village, stealing and killing before moving on. A hundred years passed, and she'd amassed a small fortune for herself. She also found out that she had quite the knack for killing and stealing, and decided to make a job out of it. She offered her 'services' to others, who gladly accepted. The work paid well and she enjoyed doing it.

Another hundred years passed, cue present time. She was one of the few mythical who remembered her past and reveled in it, down to each tiny little detail. She of course, never gave up her job despite having enough money to retire a long, long time ago. It was just to much fun. 

Flaws: Weak to silver, decapitation will kill her. In light of that, she's a daywalker.