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I also remembered that I had something else to put in my journal.
Here's is a character application for my character, Sidra.

Name: Sidra De'Monte.

Age: Specific age unknown, but appears to be in her early to mid twenties.

Race: Cat Demon/Vampire.

Mate: None.

Mother: Angelyssa Votroveer. [Deceased.]

Father: Xavier De'Monte. [Missing, presumed to be dead.]

Children: None.

Brothers: None.

Sisters: A younger sister named Kalia, but she died shortly after she was born.

Description: Sidra has long, crimson red hair that falls half way down her back in loose curls. Obedient bangs slant over her left amber-colored eye and lays there until she brushes them away with her hand or pins her bangs back. Her eye color changes depending on the time of year, usually turning light blue to a dark gray but for the most part they stay amber-colored. Light peach is the color of her shapely, pouty-esque lips. With skin of Porcelain ivory she often gives off a doll-like appearance.

Her style is mainly lolita with a flair of Victorian Era fashion. She adores ribbons, stars, bows, corsets and lace. A black parasol is carried with her wherever she goes along with a simple star-shaped locket containing the pictures of her parents and her younger sister. On the back of said locket there is an inscription that reads "We love you, Dear Sidi. Happy birthday!" It was a present that her parents had given her when she turned eight. It's also thanks to the necklace that she remembers her birthday. She also wears a black top hat and gloves that are usually black or dark red.

Background: Sidra was born November twenty-fourth but the year isn't certain. Her mother had her with the help of a midwife who was also a maid for Sidra's family while in the family home located in London, England. Being of a cheerful disposition as a child, her parents had no trouble keeping her happy. Angelyssa, Sidra's mother, was the one who gave Sidra her very first bow. It was light pink and made of lace and Angelyssa and Xavier thought it suited their doll-like daughter just perfectly. Even though she was just a one year old when she received the bow, she cherished the bow dearly and always took good care of it. She did the same when she was given a silver, star-shaped locket for her eighth birthday

However, when Sidra's sister Kalia was born in Februrary after Sidra had turned eight, tragedy struck. Sidra and Kalia were being babysat one saturday night by Miss Tessa, the midwife who helped deliver both Sidra and her sister one night while her prents went out for some time alone when a fire erupted from the rear of the house near the servant quarters.
Kalia had already been put to sleep but Sidra was still up, wanting to wait for her parents to get home. Miss Tessa managed to get Sidra downstairs and out of the house safely, but when she went back in to get Kalia neither one of them ever came out. After a little while of waiting in the cold, Sidra's parents finally came home and found their daughter sitting on the ground crying, shivering from both fear and the cold as she looked at the still burning house. Her mother stayed with her as her father ran to the nearest neighbor's house to notify the fire apartment, even though it was already too late. The house burned to the ground and took Miss Tessa and Kali with it.

After the accident, the family moved in with Sidra's uncle and they dealt with the hardships of dealing with the loss of pretty much everything and the pain they held inside. Sidra's cheerfulness disappeared as she started to feel guilty for what had happened and she became sober and overly mature for her age. She kept to herself and no longer laughed and giggled as often as she use to. Just as things were starting to get a little more tolerable, another twist of fate occured. One day Sidra's father failed to come home. He seemed so calm and composed so nobody thought that he would just leave in such a manner. This caused Sidra's mother to become bedridden and slowly waste away with each passing day that he father ceased to come home. One day, she finally realized that he was never coming back and passed on. Sidra had just turned twelve a few months earlier. That was the moment when Sidra broke, so to speak. The hope she had of being able to feel happiness died the same momenth her mother did. Smiles and laughter became meaningless even though she continued to do both, bu they were merely nothing more than the facade she had grown use to using to help hide how depressed she was inside.

It wasn't until she was twenty-one when she met someone who seemed to re-ignite the feeling she had lost all those years ago. It was during the fall when she first met the mysterious stranger as she was walking home from buying some supplies she needed for her dress making hobby she had started recently. A petty theif had came up from behind her and slipped a gloved hand over her mouth, shoving the barrel of his gun into her lower back. He had told her that he would kill her if she didn't do as she asked, so she remained quiet and did as he told. He led her into an alley and then pushed her down to the ground. Her knees made hard contact with the ground and she had to bite down on her lower lip to keep from crying out. Tears appeared in her eyes as she looked up at him, attempting to glare at him at the same time. He said things to her that made her skin crawl and as he was advancing toward her with an evilish intent in his eyes she felt her heart stop within her chest. As he reached out a hand to grope her, another man appeared behind the theif so stealthy. Things happened so fast at that moment and before she knew it the man who attacked her was laying on the ground unconcious. A look of pure shock was worn by her as the man who saved her came over to her and offered a gloved hand down to her. She quickly took ahold of it and slowly rose up, her eyes just fixated on the person. He asked her if she was all right and she merely gave a nod. Something about him mesmerized her even though his face was shrouded by darkness. She then felt him smiling, even though she wasn't sure how she could tell but she just seemed to know. His face had started to move closer to her own and her eyelids grew heavier, eventually closing just as she heard him whisper "You won't be sad anymore, my lovely Sidra.." . Before she could open her eyes she felt a sharp pain in her neck and down along the side of her face. The pain lasted only a moment before the serene feeling took over.

Everything after that can't be remembered. She never saw the man again nor did she really want to. All she knows is that he had caused her to become what she is, and she's learned to accept it.

Weapons: Her parasol, fangs, vampiric strength, and claws.

Special Powers: Cat-like reflexes(Hahaha, I made a pun.), abnormal strength, speed, healing powers and a bit of hypnotizing ability.

General: A more defining feature of Sidia's are the two black cat ears and long black cat tail, giving away her cat demon nature. She usually conceals her cat demon side quite easily but her vampiric side tends to be more difficult to control. It's awful awkward to try and explain a pair of protruding fangs.

I honestly don't have any idea of how to begin this entry, it'll probably end up seeming more of a rambling rant than anything else.

Well here goes nothing...

Since this past Sunday, my life has changed drastically in the worse way.
I never thought that I would ever be in this situation or anything like this.
Everything is just really bad and now it's so bad that I'm just about to lose my mind.

So many changes have to be done and I guess I'm fine with that since it'll help some but I don't know.
I'll go into more detail later on...