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[sub][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jNFgynmVmx0]You tell me to hold on, oh you tell me to hold on[/url] | [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jNFgynmVmx0]But innocence is gone--And what was right is wrong[/url][/sub][/center]
[color=B22222]Name[/color]
[indent]Lucrezia Theron[/indent]
[color=B22222]Nickames[/color]
[indent]Dislikes them but accepts 'Lu' as anything beyond that is just excessive.[/indent]
[color=B22222]Age[/color]
[indent]27[/indent]
[color=B22222]Gender[/color]
[indent]Female[/indent]
[color=B22222]Sexuality[/color]
[indent]If you're into killing supernaturals she might give you a chance.[/indent]
[color=B22222]Relationship Status[/color]
[indent]Married to the job.[/indent]
[color=B22222]Species[/color]
[indent]Human[/indent]
[color=B22222]Appearance Details[/color]
[indent]Standing at around five feet and nine inches, Lucrezia is an imposing woman whose anger and irritation is constantly on display. Her sullen, mismatched eyes are either glaring at someone or judging them harshly. Her fair skin has an array of battle-worn marks and nicks here and there, the most noticeable battle scar being the one running through her left eyebrow and eye. She has a lean figure that's constantly pushed to its best form, or it would be if she actually knew how to properly rest. Her clothes consist of whatever is easiest to move in with little exception.[/indent]

[color=B22222]Personality Traits[/color]
[indent]If there was only one word to describe Lucrezia, it would be angry. The anger often manifests in a dry, snarky tone whenever she speaks, feeling a constant annoyance in nearly every interaction she feels she has to participate in. Her words are often blunt, unwilling to let something as dumb as politeness get in the way of her expressing her opinion. Even when it comes to the hunt, her anger only lowers to a quiet simmer at best as she focuses on the task at hand. Where there was once a genuine passion for life there is only indifference. In her quietest moments, she's simply tired and weary.[/indent]

[color=B22222]Skills[/color]
[indent]A Degree in Supernatural Hunting - Her family has hunted them down for generations, and despite her father's wishes, Lucrezia is no exception. Tracking, trapping, and killing the monsters is something she takes great pleasure in.
Physical Prowess - Or at least, more physically capable than an average human. Considering there was a point where she wasn't and it cost her an eye, it's necessary. One of the rare jokes she makes is that she endures more out of pure spite.
Weapons Specialist - If she can swing it chances are she knows how to swing it properly. 
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[color=B22222]Weaknesses[/color]
[indent]Haphephobic - Her reaction at being touched without expecting it is often lashing out, preferring to stay as physically far away from everyone as possible.
Alcoholic - Her one comfort in life, or at least that's what she tells herself. 
Insomniac - Sleeping for either two hours or twelve isn't an exaggeration, and takes the biggest toll on her health. Falling asleep somewhere out of the blue isn't as cute as it sounds, either, especially since she tends to wake up in a panic.
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[color=B22222]History[/color]
[indent][hider=The Short Version]
A witch decided that she wanted her father to herself--without his only child. That resulted in a vengeful, spiteful young girl addled with an unhealthy hatred of everything supernatural.[/hider]

[hider=The Long Version]
Life was overall peaceful for the first ten years or so of Lucrezia's life. It was her and her father, Edmund, versus the world. He had decided to raise her as a single father after her mother had died with the occasional help of his brother, Gwilym. The latter had taught her how to hunt, citing that their family had come from a long line of hunters, though as a child Lucrezia never put much thought into finding prey so much as wrestling with her uncle.

One day, she had come home to an empty house. It was odd, as her father had never failed to greet her after school. The hours had passed, but he never showed. It wasn't until late at night that he had finally come, a dazed, but happy expression on him. This would repeat over the next few weeks, but seeing him happy caused her not to question his behavior, no matter how strange. She assumed she had done something wrong to earn his behavior, only feeling something was wrong once his absences grew in time. Hours turned to days, although she finally made up her mind to speak up.

Her chance arrived, only for a confrontation to take place. Apparently he had found a new woman in his life that didn't take kindly to anyone taking up his time, even if it was his own flesh and blood. He explained it all calmly in one moment, only to attack her in the next. As soon as she began pleading with him, however, he seemed to have come to his senses, telling her to run. She escaped to her uncle's house, barely able to explain between breaths what had happened before he had apparently understood, rushing back to the place. Despite her injuries and being told to stay put, she followed him, only to find her father on the floor, knife in hand and covered in blood.

It was then and only then that Gwilym revealed the nature of hunting that the family did--they hunted the supernatural. According to him, Edmund had been bewitched, prisoner to a spell that had been cast on him by a witch. At that point the only thing Lucrezia could do was prepare herself for exacting her vengeance, shedding her previous naivete and donning on a persona of bloodlust, determined to use her life to hunt down every possible supernatural being she could get her hands on. It wasn't enough that she would get her payback with the witch alone; the more supernatural blood she could spill, the better.[/hider]
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[color=B22222]Misc.[/color]
[indent] Firebrick | B22222
Named after her mother, Lucrece.
Her green eye is her natural shade, her silver eye a trophy of sorts from the witch she exacted her revenge on--and a message to any that would try to come at her.
Wears a ring on her pinky finger that helps her resist any spells that would tamper with her mind out of paranoia.[/indent][/hider]
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[sub][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=08ngid9nBWQ]Finally taking flight, I know you don't think it's right[/url] | [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=08ngid9nBWQ]I know that you think it's fake--Maybe fake's what I like[/url][/sub][/center]
[color=FFA07A]Name[/color]
[indent]Natalia Konstantin[/indent]
[color=FFA07A]Nickames[/color]
[indent]Usually goes by Natasha[/indent]
[color=FFA07A]Age[/color]
[indent]23[/indent]
[color=FFA07A]Gender[/color]
[indent]Female[/indent]
[color=FFA07A]Sexuality[/color]
[indent]Heterosexual[/indent]
[color=FFA07A]Relationship Status[/color]
[indent]Single[/indent]
[color=FFA07A]Species[/color]
[indent]Half-Blood Vampire[/indent]
[color=FFA07A]Appearance Details[/color]
[indent]Standing at an average height of 5"5', Natasha is a lovely girl with fair skin and long, black hair. Her big, reddish brown eyes are her most noticeable feature, her heart shaped face giving her a rather innocent look. She has a fairly slim body type with few curves, a modest bust and hips, and willowy legs. She tends to move gracefully, her reactions obvious and somewhat expressive. She tries to come off as composed, her mannerisms a little on the panicky side when in discomfort or caught off guard. Her clothing leans towards elegant, pampered with the finest as gifted by her prince. She prefers clothing that flows with her, though with rather simple colors that don't draw much attention.[/indent]

[color=FFA07A]Personality[/color]
[indent]Natasha is a wallflower in nearly every sense of the word; unassuming and quiet, she tends to have her head down and keep to herself. She is soft-spoken and mostly gentle with both her words and mannerisms, treating everyone and everything delicately. It takes time to get her to be completely comfortable, though once she opens up, it's obvious that she's very much a sheltered child; naive about most things and having an insatiable curiosity. Her interests are a surefire way to get her attention, often getting passionate in her speaking and very much resembling her old, previously optimistic self. While kind, she tends to keep people at arm's length, choosing to listen patiently to people's problems but never opening up about her own. She's at her best with as few people as better, and feels like she can only be herself when no one is around.

The girl can hold a conversation okay enough, although after some time she'll grow uncomfortable and try to find a way out. She doesn't handle arguments or confrontation well, often shrinking back and away from most people when tension arises. Getting approached by people she doesn't know tends to make her nervous, her shyness crippling her social skills. Despite her wariness, if she is assured she'll believe nearly anything easily, often doubting herself first before doubting others. She usually jumps to the worst conclusion until proven otherwise, often drowning herself in a sea of negative possibilities.

When it comes to her 'prince charming', it's almost like she's a high school girl with a crush. Her poorly placed reverence of Prince Mikhail would be comical if it wasn't taken so seriously. She owes him her life, after all, saving her from the clutches of death and giving her a second chance that she has decided to dedicate entirely to him (for better or for worse).[/indent]

[color=FFA07A]Skills[/color]
[indent]None yet, unless you count cleaning and washing. She's still working on her vampiric abilities.
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[color=FFA07A]Weaknesses[/color]
[indent]Thirst - Her new thirst ranges from annoying to unbearable. Saying she misses food is an understatement.
The Sun - Her sensitivity is a major inconvenience, to say the least. She usually has to ask permission to get the sun resistant charm.
Blind Trust - In regards to Mikhail. She won't hear a word opposing him, firmly believing everything he says over anyone else's word. 
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[color=FFA07A]History[/color]
[indent]Her previous life wasn't particularly tragic, nor was it remarkable. She had a small family, few friends, academic struggles, and numerous opportunities that she had cast aside. At her first taste of independence, she lived recklessly with little regard to the damage she was doing to herself and her loved ones. Eventually they cut her off, hoping she would come to her senses, but instead she moved on to mingle with enablers and other people who would let her do as she pleased. Her addiction took everything she had, or rather she threw away everything and did what she had to to get her next fix. 

It came to a logical conclusion as she sat in some alley, dying of an overdose. There was little point in continuing on, convinced that it was too late to salvage whatever was left of her life. To her surprise, however, she suddenly woke up somewhere else. It could have been heaven from the way the place was decorated, but it wasn't the afterlife. Any questions she could have had on where she was or how she had gotten there was answered when what she could only describe as an angel came to her. Why, her knight in shining armor was [i]Prince Mikhail Rochdale[/i]! Not only had he gone out of his way to save her life, but he had seen to it that she was given the best care, had her cleaned up and brought to his place, and he was actually looking after her! Clearly, she had been blessed, and seeing as how he was the one that had given her a second chance at life, she decided to dedicate said life entirely to him. 

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[color=FFA07A]Misc.[/color]
[indent] LightSalmon | FFA07A
Was christened with a new name to signal the new life Mikhail has given her.[/indent][/hider]