Name: Vixen
Age: unknown. (appears 20)
Eye color: Fully red.
Hair color: Blonde, almost white.
Hair style: Long, past her shoulders, straight bangs, with slight layering with the longer parts around her face. Sometimes wears half of her hair up in a small pony on top of the rest of her hair.
Skin: Pale, looks slightly sunken but not so much that she looks dead. Tattoos all over skin. See picture.
Nails are painted red and are kept at a medium length.
She does have a scar horizontally across her neck, but it’s not easily noticeable.
Shape: Fairly slender, hourglass figure. D cup breast.
Special trinkets: Silver ring on her right ring finger. Plain band. Black chained necklace with a broach. The stone is red and black glass marbled. Three silver hoop earrings in her right ear, plus an industrial through the cartilage. Four silver hoop earrings in her left ear.
Special clothing: Does wear a dark, hooded cloak sometimes. Almost Arabic design across the front of the hood in maroon and gold, the rest of the cloak is black. She also wears a dirty blood stained linen blindfold wrapped tightly around her wrist.
Clothing is pretty much free reign. Lemme know if you need anything else. Bio is below.
Biography
Centuries ago, when the earth, and humans were still new, there was a young woman, of just twenty years that lived in a small village where the great South City blossoms today. A beautiful young lady with light blonde hair and blue eyes and a fair complexion. To everyone around her, she seemed the innocent young girl that everyone in the village liked, was friendly to everyone. Unfortunately that was her downfall.
One late night while walking home from a gathering, an older man, drunk off of whatever alcohol he’d been drinking had grabbed her, blindfolded her and brought her to an area she’d never been before. He ravaged her against her will, multiple times before slitting her throat to quiet her screams.
Her spirit walked the village for years, trying to tell passersby what had happened to her, where she was, and who had done it to her. But no one could hear her pleas for help. She began to grow frustrated, angry, and then insane. Eventually figuring out in her fits of anger that she could manifest enough to move objects. If she could manifest enough to move things, maybe she could manifest enough to live again.
Over the centuries, she practiced, using her rage as a harness into the human world again. As the village that was her home began to upgrade into what is now known as South City, reports of sightings of the young girl began surfacing. A hooded blonde woman with red eyes would appear near a lone worker, then suddenly vanish into thin air.
Soon, people started vanishing as well. She was starting to evolve. She needed energy to keep up her manifestation. The only way she could do that, was from the souls of humans. People had to die, so she could live. She would get what she needed anyway she could.
She changed drastically over the years, from the day she was murdered. The spirit of the innocent young woman no longer existed. Her rage had consumed her. It had transformed her to a vengeful demon. Her appearance showed it most. Tattoos coated her body. Most incomprehensible to the human mind. They glowed red when she was angered. Though she still had her long blonde hair, it was now almost white. Her beautiful blue eyes were no more and were replaced with deep red ones. Anyone who’d known her before her death wouldn’t recognize her at all.
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