Vivian the Killer

Name: Vivian
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Race: Vampire

Apearence:
Hair - Brown
Eye - Blue
Skin - Pale
Build - 5'7" slender

Gifts: Can charm people into doing what she says.


+Likes:
Killing
Guys
Swords
Guns
Knives
Cemetaries

-Dislikes
Good things
Joy/Happiness
Her parents
Laughter
Cold

History: I looked down the skylight, watching all the rich people laugh. Growling, I frowned and pulled a gun out of its holster strapped to my thigh. One extremely skinny girl put a plate of food down behind her, trying to do it indiscreetly so her parents wouldn't see. Anorexic. Another person to hate. How did anyone want to be so skinny their lives were in danger from it? How could anyone trade beauty for death? I hated everyone who decided to gave up their life for something they didn't need.
My fangs hurt. I hadn't fed in days, maybe even weeks. Stomache growling, I aimed for he anorexic girl's head with my gun, lining it up, and pulling the trigger.
Boom. Her head exploded, blood and other crap flying everywhere. Ladies screamed. Gentlemen cringed, pulling their wives' and daughters' behind them. I aimed again and shot, pulling out throwing stars from the pouch on my hip and throwing them into the open window, slicing through skulls like butter. Yes, I know guns were the deadly instrument now, but the stars were just so much fun!
Now, nearly everyone at the party was either dead or badly injured. I jumped through the open window and landed on my feet, grabbing one man by the arm. Pulling him closer, I sank my fangs into his neck. He cried out in obvious pain. Blood rushed from the spots on his neck, quenching my thirst. I was soon drenched in his hot, thick blood, running down my chin and over my cheeks. When he was drained I dropped him to the ground, pulled out my gun again, and shot him, though he was already dead.
Cowering in the corner was a little boy, no older than four. I stared him down, watching him cry and snot all over himself. Finally, I turned away and walked towards the exit, covered in blood and gore. Suddenly, the boy ran after me. He grabbed onto the back of my skirt.
"Don't leave me alone!" he cried. I hunched down in front of him, wiping his eyes. Okay, I had a soft spot for orphaned children. So kill me.
"What's your name?" I asked him.
"T-Tommy..."
Personality: Puts on a tough front, but has a good heart; charming when she wants to be; ditto with romance

Dorm: 30
Student or Teacher: Student
School: Necro School

wheres your race?

its right there. look harder.

ur mean. you dont like my history... *sob*