CHARACTER NAME: Victoria Marian
CHARACTER AGE:  over 300, looks 26
LOVE SCENES:  Can write tasteful love scenes or fade to black.
CHARACTER DESCRIPTION:  Victoria has long red hair, and bright ice-blue eyes when calm or in a positive emotional state, but usually orange almost like her hair when she needs feeding, which she is usually always hungry, She stands around 5'6" with fair skin and a thin yet curvacious frame. usually dressed in something elegant and fancy.

** Skills, Weapons and Powers will NOT be added to your character as the game goes on **
SKILLS/POWERS: I'm a bit stuck on this part really, looks like vampires get the same abilities as a race trait?

FACTION: VILLAIN
CHARACTER'S BRIEF BACKGROUND: In 1723 Victoria was a young farmer's wife with her husband and two children when one night after settling the children to bed there was a loud commotion out near their barn. Her husband rushed out with a lantern in hand to see what was going on, She was lying with the children who had just fallen to sleep when she was woken by the smell of smoke, rushing outside she found the barn on fire and her husband nowhere in sight. After a few steps out of the house a huge wolf lept from the shadows at her, being stuck down suddenly by a heavy spear to the throat throwing it off course and pinning it to the ground. The shock and fear caused her to fall back and hit her head on a stump. Before passing out she saw a group of men entering the light of the barn fire. She was soon re-awoken by a man calling to her, she thought it was her husband but when she came too, she saw another man's face. She pushed him off and was about to scramble into her home to find that was now burning as well. The man grabbed her again, with her screaming for her children, knowing they were lost, her husband was lost. She would turn to the pale man asking him to take her life but he refused, holding and converting her, telling her that the beasts had taken everything from her and she could avenge her family by hunting the killers down, but she would need to be more than she was, stronger, she would have to become a vampire to fight this enemy. And within her mournful and angered state, she agreed...

PLEASE GIVE A 3 PARAGRAPH WRITING SAMPLE AS YOUR CHARACTER:
The night had a chill to it, snow piles spotted the walkways, freshly shoveled towards the cobbled roads. the street lamps flickered a little in the still night, the streets busy with activity as people piled out of the theater and headed home say for two people who weren't together but were heading the same direction, a rather ordinary yet well-dressed male in a dark green overcoat with mating slacks and tophat. He walked with a cane idly tapping against the walkway with each step. Behind him by a few yards, a female with red hair pinned back tightly with a Victorian broach, her dress the color of a dark red, like that of blood with a silky sheen to most of the fabrics, the laces and ruffles black as night, and a thick winter coat lined with animal furs. She wore a matching cap with a black laced veil to hide her watchful orange eyes.

The man seemed to be carefree for a couple of blocks until a horse and carriage drove by breaking the silent air and causing him to turn as if to look at it. He then quite hurriedly duct into an alleyway and she quickly followed only to be stopped as a sword point glinted at her neck "You Vampires really shouldn't be hunting alone." A brisk voice in the shadows said. "It could be hazardous to your health." The blade at her neck came closer, slowly, just barely touching her throat. " And you dogs should be at my heel begging me for scraps." She said in a most confident tone, giving him a smirk.

There was a long pause between them before the man spoke again this time with a little shock, some sadness, and a bit overjoyed, the sword dropped into the shadows again "Vicky, I finally found you." he said stepping into the light and revealing himself to be her passed husband. Victoria was taken back in shock, stepping away from him. "NO, you're dead, this is some trick, my husband was killed by your kind over a hundred years ago." He shook his head. "No my love, I was saved by them, they kept me hidden from the vampires that attacked the homestead. But when they went to retrieve you, the Vampires were already there burning everything down trying to draw the wolves out. I had to watch them turn you. I..." She glared at him, tears in her eyes cutting him off. "My husband is dead. I will not listen to the lies of a dog..." He looked at her with pain in his eyes, tearing up to see how far gone she was, but had to try still. "Vicky, my love..." he started before a loud bang was heard, a cloud of smoke whisking by as he looked down to his chest and then to her holding a now empty and still smoking flintlock. "Only my husband called me that...." she said looking up to a figure on the rooftop before turning away and fading to mist just as people came around the corner and a woman screamed.. <fade to black, end of memory>