Name: Tri<br/>Gender: Female<br/>Age: Appears late twenties/early thirties (Actual age is unknown)<br/>Race: Vampire<br/>Sexuality: Bi-Sexual<br/>Height: 5'8<br/>Weight: 125LBS<br/>Hair Color: Raven Black<br/>Hair Length:Long<br/>Eye Color: Silver<br/>Martial Status: Single<br/><br/>Powers: Various mental capabilities.<br/><br/>Body Markings: Back and upper arms: No pound of flesh un-touched by lashings from many/brutal beatings in and out of combat.<br/><br/>Appearing Form: Normally seen wearing a scarlet red, hooded, cloak. Under that she wears a black and red laced corset (Long sleeves to cover scars), black leather pants wore slightly to hide various weapons, and  pair of knee high black boots that buckle from top of the foot to the top of the boot.<br/><br/>Personality: Hostile, calm, pretty level headed in any situation, and cool under fire. Meeting other people she is highly prong to attack or be hostile in her comments or actions.<br/><br/>History: It don't really matter, all you need to know is who or what is coming to slit your throat.<br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>Howls of laughter and boasting jokes passed through the night air, making it a well-known statement that there was many human bodies and other unknown races cluttered into a small compact confine. Like fish in a barrel, it was easy pickings for any predator, if there was any...<br/><br/>Just so happen... there was...<br/><br/>Lurking about the establishment, the scent of fleshy blood ran high with the tart smell of stale liquors and sex. Upon gaining entrance, that patron within would see little more then a glaring set of steel colored hues, and a figure adorn in a hooded red cloak. Little tendrils of black lengths peeked the corners of the hood, giving a wave as the night air whispered into the confines. Pushing back with a unseen hand within the cloak the door closed, and the hooded figure swept through the room in a silent pace, making quick strides to the bar where predator sat on the open stool.<br/><br/>Like a cast net being tossed, power shivered through the tavern, casting out like spider web string. It touched each being and sent a ripple back to her, telling her that most all the beings within were easy prey. The exception came from the one being that set within the back of the confines, as though hiding from prying eyes. Though her back faced the majority of the tavern, she wasn't completely hindered by it.<br/><br/>The sound of pacing feet peeked her ears, giving alarm that she was being approached by a poor unforetunate soul. She pitied the fool (Lmao!! Mr. T) that tried to get that close without no purpose. The stool to her right had opened up moments before, the scent of stale drinks and sweat fumed from the body next to her, it was a unsavory smelling, and from the corner of her eye and that of the hood she could see the sickening smile that perched those lips. He thought her to be easy prey, and that thought alone made her stomach lurch in a sickening twist.<br/><br/>Never again...<br/><br/>Before a comment or a pass could be made, her hand lashed out, grasping the wrist of the male's hand and wrenching it back, so that she and the male both spun off their respective seats. At a sharp angle, she held the man's arm up against his back, applying pressure to every small and large motion he made. Making sure he got the point to just stand still. Leaning into the back the hood figure whispered into his ear, then reluctantly released the being so that he walked to the door and exited, seemingly dazed and uncertain of himself now.<br/><br/>With that, those silver hues starred at the remaining patron before turning her back to them and regaining her seat. A warning to any others that tried to approach her...