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</div><br/><b>Name:</b>Erin Matthers<br/><b>Attire:</b>Black tank top, black fishnet shrug, black victoriana-style skirt, black doc martens.<br/><b>Location:</b>Tour vehicle<br/><b>Weapons:</b>Necromancy charms worn about her waist, amulet worn about her neck.<br/><b>Tagging:</b>Anyone.<br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/><br/><br/>Erin was quiet while the others chatted it up, but then, that was her way to sit back in the shadows and listen. Observe. She wasn't the one to lead or speak first typically unless she felt it necessary and this wasn't one of those of times. Being still relatively new to the band on top of things, she was still trying to find her way with everyone, not to mention her... abilities.<br/><br/>Abilities. More like a curse so she felt. Erin hated what she could do and what was worse, she hated that she had on the tiniest bit of control over it. Sure, she was slowly learning, reading what she could and getting support from her friends in the band and trying like hell to use her dark gift for the purpose of good... but it was taxing to say the least. Taxing, depressing and down right terrifying.<br/><br/>The dark haired girl shivered as she recalled the one night a vampire who'd been stalking her for several years finally approached her. He'd backed her up against the wall in a dark alley after a solo gig she had in a goth night club playing her cello. Without warning and without hesitation, the grotesque thing... well, not really... shoved her hard against the brick and thought nothing of sinking his fangs deeply into the soft, pale flesh of her neck. He tasted her blood and she felt his rancid breath on her skin, its smell filling her nose. He told her she was the sweetest and purest blood he'd tasted in a long time, that he knew she would be. As she stood there, quivering in fear, starting to slump from blood loss, he whispered against her ear that he'd be back for her one day... that he'd find her...<br/><br/>Erin's fingers played with the scar at her neck absently and she suddenly winced. The memories were still fresh even though over a year had passed. But the nightmare hadn't ended there. She'd always had an unnatural pull, a strange energy that called the undead to her for reasons she could not explain. It was a living nightmare, one she couldn't wake from because her eyes were already opened. It was ghastly and no matter what she did, she couldn't get away from it. She'd been fortunate to come across another necromancer at another solo gig at a different goth bar. He taught her a few things, gave her a few trinkets and charms. She learned what she could, but she still couldn't keep the monsters away. It seemed inevitable... Until she finally met her friends in the band.<br/><br/>Erin looked over at both Ricky and Kevin and smiled, her hand gently touching the case that held her cello. "Lexi sounds angry," she said softly, her lips turned upward in a shy smile while her other hand began to rub at the amulet she wore around her neck.