Name: Yaela (Pronounced as YEE-lah)
Age: 536, forever a bewitching 21
Gender: Female
Speicies: Vampire
Appearance: Deadly gorgeous. Milk-white skin and deadly pointed canines with a brilliant white smile and blood red lips. Deep red, wavy hair that. She wears a black and red leoptard with a flowing skirt attatched to it. A sword sheath hangs at her side. She wears leather boots that end where her skirt ends.
Personality: A cold-blooded killer and hater of humans. She can be called an assisan, but kills much more that to be called that. She loves bewitching mortals with her everlasting beaty, and usually slits the throat with her deadly sword, though sometimes she tourtures her victims.
Past: Unknown even to her. She killed over thousands of people, most of them unassigned for murder, innocent bystanders. She is well-known throughout the world for her bloody killings, and her "trademarked" red hair and red lips.
Other: Usually drinks the blood of corpses, but not all of it. She usually leaves them as a stain of blood on the ground until someone finds them.
Rp Sample: Her red hair fans out as the wind caresses it. She stands on a balcony, looking down at the world below her, unaware of this vampire's existence. Her red lips, bright red in contrast to her milk-white skin, twitch in what appears to be a twisted smile. She bares no teeth when she does, so it appears as though it was somewhat forced. However, if she did reveal them, they would glisten as bleach-white, whiter then her skin. The twin canines would be pointed as many vampire's are. Her outfit is a black and red leather leotard with a flowing skirt attatched to it, ending at her knees. However, you cannot see the skin there, for she wore black leather boots that ended where the skirt ended.
She sheathes her bloodied sword, letting the red ooze out of the sheath and drip down on the pavement of the balcony. This was not her own. A dead woman's body lay on the ground of the room, tisted in an uncomfortable position when she had struggled to avoid the cursed vampire's sword, however she had failed. Blood slowly cascaded down her slit throat, blodying her nightgown. Yaela was a cold-blooded killer, murdering humans for no aparant reason. It wasn't for the riches, but for her blood lust. She dips her finger in the pool of blood the dead carcass caused, and licked it carelessly, grinning at the salty and bitter taste of it. She dips her finger in the blood again and looks at it, before whiping it across the ground. Her pale green eyes flash as the lights hit them, such as a cat's would do, then disappears into the shadows, perhaps to kill someone else...
((Yes, I PMed Kagome and was accepted beforehand.))