{{ but i'm cold as the wind blows, so hold me in your arms }} {{ pafp }}

[fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify;][font=georgia][color=white][size=9px]Victoria Fairchild is a human girl of seventeen years old. A young heiress to a wealthy family's fortune, she lives with her family in an enormous old mansion. She meets your character, a wealthy vampire who feels the need for a companion, at a fancy hotel. He is enchanted by her loveliness, as the cliche saying goes, and suddenly wants only her. He wants her companionship, so turns her into a vampire and she is left with no choice but to leave with him.

There are just a few things that might interest you to know:
-Your character is a rockstar. Nobody knows that he is a real vampire, even thought his stage name has to do with vampires. (it can be whatever you want)
-These vampires sleep during the day and are burnt by the sun.
-There is a hoard of vampires who are displeased with your character for revealing to the world that he is a vampire (even though nobody truly believes that he is) so they are often out to kill him.
-Your character will train my character, his fledgling, in the ways of a vampire.
-When they drink blood, their victims almost always die from bloodloss.
-They cry and sweat blood.

So... Just tell me if you're interested! Maybe make a small form for your character? Here is a little bit of information on Victoria:

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Name: Victoria Matilda Fairchild
Age: Seventeen
Personality: She is soft-spoken, and appears stoic when her expression is neutral. This leads many to believe that she is cold, which can be true at times. Victoria can be sensitive, but she is more often focusing on logic than emotion. Crying isn't something she will be caught doing often, and she will try to work through her problems on her own.

[fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify;][font=georgia][color=white][size=8px]Accepted! I'll make the first post as soon as I get home. My dad's about to pick me up and I'm going to practice driving. Woot!

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-shadow: 2px 2px black; letter-spacing:2px; margin-top:-25px][color=aliceblue][font=georgia][sub]17 years old | human | stubborn, pensive, cold[/fancypost]
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; width: 375px; height: 200px;][justify][sub][font=verdana][color=cornflowerblue]The Fairchild family didn't do many things together. They were an independent bunch who relied on the money of their elders rather than the elders themselves. Most of them were raised by nannies, Victoria being no exception. So that her father had chosen this weekend to insist they go out together was dubious, but he hadn't seemed to have any ulterior motives in mind. Only... family time.

The biggest problem with that was that not one of them- she, her mother, and her father- even considered sticking together. They had parted ways as soon as they were all familiarized with the room's number and location. Her father had gone to dinner with old friends, her mother remained in the room, and Victoria had gone to see what there was to see.

The hotel- known as Zamok Bogov, which was supposed to be Russian for something- was of grand size and proportion. It reminded her of a castle she had once roomed for a night in Wales. The section that she had taken a particular liking to was a balcony jutting out of the westernmost wing of the hotel, overlooking the courtyard.

Evening had conquered the sky a half hour ago. Vines of verdant climbed the old, dilapidated stonework, all the way to the balcony of ivory marble on which she stood. She stood and stared down at the enormous stone fount, the centerpiece of the courtyard. Her long fingers plucked absently at the vine and, with a pensive sigh, she wondered whether her mother would care if she stayed out another hour or two longer. [/fancypost][align=center]
[size=6pt]★ trek

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-shadow: 2px 2px black; letter-spacing:2px; margin-top:-25px][color=aliceblue][font=georgia][sub]17 years old | human | stubborn, pensive, cold[/fancypost]
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; width: 375px; height: 200px;][justify][sub][font=verdana][color=cornflowerblue]Victoria's shoulders tensed beneath the burgundy fabric of her halter top. In her surprise, she accidentally had plucked a leaf from its vine and pinched it now between tense fingers.

Turning only her head, she made out features that were unmistakably masculine, as the voice would suggest. Even contoured in the bluish-black shadows of evening, his skin seemed as pale as polished porcelain, something she immediately wrote off as a trick of what dim light there was.

She straightened in an inconspicuous attempt to rid her back of the hand that had landed on it.

[b]"In this case, I'm only looking at it," she answered back. That her brief minutes of isolation had come to an end was nothing she didn't expect or mind. With dinner parties every other night and shopping sprees with friends by day, it was no wonder she had grown into a bona fide extrovert.

She squinted, trying better to make out this man's features through the shroud of darkness fallen between them. "But I guess the night is lovely. You can't see the stars like this where I live." Homed right outside of city limits, in an enormous house ensconced by the everlasting greenery of a coniferous forest, smog was the deciding factor in whether or not stars would be available at night. Out here, miles outside of any city that [i]she knew of, the sky appeared to glow with the light of the distant points. [/fancypost][align=center]
[size=6pt]★ trek