<a class="postlink" href="http://memberfiles.freewebs.com/56/89/72838956/photos/undefined/AndreyYakovlevLiliAleevaBeautifulWomenPortraitsPhotography02498x744-1.png">[ img ]</a><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Name:</span>Elysia Rosetta<br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Age:</span>Physically, twenty three. She's been around since the early 1900s.<br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Species:</span>Vampire<br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Occupation:</span>Model<br/><span style="font-weight: bold">APPEARANCE</span><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Hair:</span>Rich brown hair that falls in curls half way down her back.<br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Eyes:</span>The hungrier she is, the darker her eyes. They resemble the colour of red wine.<br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Height:</span>5'4"<br/><br/>Elysia was quickly growing tired of these interviews. They could be so tedious, especially when the applicants rushed from the room in terror before she could even complete her questioning. Too often the humans rethought their decisions while they were sitting in the interviewing room but she would rather they realized what they really wanted before signing the contract. Peter, the vampire asking the initial questions for her, came in useful for that. He would push their boundaries and see just how committed they were to this position before they made their final decision. She didn't enjoy being overly forceful, after all. She would rather a human who quietly did as she asked or enjoyed the process. She didn't mind a little resistance every now and then because she enjoyed being persuasive but it could grow taxing if it did not relent and she could not wait forever for her next feeding. It did not bring her any great amount of pleasure to end a life. It was a waste and she would rather choose a companion she could get enjoy spending time with, regardless. There was little fun in a snivelling creature who cowered away from her every time she cast a glance their way. A little backbone was good, as long as they knew their place. After all,<span style="font-style: italic">she</span>was the employer and<span style="font-style: italic">she</span>would remain in control of the situation.<br/><br/>"Enough of this. I'm bored," Elysia announced as the latest applicant rushed from the room with a cry of fright. "Send the rest home. I'll choose from those I've seen." She did not relish the thought of choosing one of the few who had succeeded in signing the contract. It was a bad year and there had been none who had particularly caught her interest. Still, she was tiring of the process and she was thirsty for more than just a taste here and there.<br/><br/>"There are only two remaining," Peter told her as he shuffled the papers on the desk. "You may find the right one yet." She made a face of distaste at the thought of continuing but nodded and motioned for him to fetch the next human. She could afford to be a little more patient if it ensured that she secured someone whom she would enjoy feeding from for the next year. She always did regret when she settled on someone below average.<br/><br/>The door opened once more and the next applicant stepped through. This one caught Elysia's attention right away. He was a handsome, broad young man with a certain masculinity. It was a little surprising considering he was very pale, with light hair and magenta eyes that were unusual for a human. There was something very exotic about his appearance that appealed to the vampiress. She sat up a little straighter in her chair as she watched him take a seat. His scent was rather intoxicating and the quick thudding of his heart called out to her. Sia's throat burned with desire to drink from him but she remained seated and simply watched as Peter questioned him. She would have a taste soon enough.<br/><br/>He answered most of the questions well enough. She was pleased by some of his responses. He enjoyed making others happy, that was good. She did like it when a companion made things as pleasant as possible for her. He also did his best to avoid sunlight, something they would have in common. He was quick to recover from the extraction of his blood and he was talented, or so he claimed. Things were truly beginning to look up. Elysia was pleased that she had decided to continue the interviews after all.<br/><br/>Peter rose to his feet and moved around to touch the human, taking his throat in his hands and testing his boundaries. Elysia always did enjoy watching this part. It gave her a clear idea of what she could expect when it came to a feeding. She didn't like to share, usually, but she had to know how each applicant would respond to a presence they may not be comfortable with. This one held up well, too. Despite the rapid beating of his heart, he remained seated and did not get aggressive or upset. As he said himself, he would get used to it.<br/><br/>Peter asked him if he was uncomfortable and he answered "No." She smirked a little as the male vampire turned to look at her and commented on his inability to lie successfully.<br/><br/>"That's alright," Elysia assured him, speaking for the first time since the human had entered the room. "I like to know when I'm being lied to."<br/><br/>There was a lull in the conversation for a moment or two while the young man signed the contract and the nurse extracted some of his blood. She tested it and confirmed that it was clean from infection, disease and substance abuse but that she was unfamiliar with his blood type.<br/><br/>"That is interesting." Sia tilted her head curiously as Peter brought a taste of it to her. She accepted the wine glass he offered, tilting it and allowing just a little to flow into her mouth.<br/><br/>The taste exploded on her tongue, a wonderful rich flavour that held just the right amount of sweetness. It was positively mouthwatering and Elysia wanted nothing more than to cross the room and drink directly from the source but she did not. "It is pleasant enough," she replied to Peter's inquiry, unwilling to admit just how much she enjoyed it. After all, she couldn't have word spreading of this delicious liquid. Not if she hoped to secure him for employment again in the future. She had never tasted blood like this.<br/><br/>Sia finished what was left in the glass before Peter could request a taste for himself and stood up.  "What is your name?" she asked, stepping out of the darkened corner and into the dim light of the room. Her hair rested in loose curls around her shoulders and her lips were painted a dark crimson. She wore a fitting black dress with a slit up the side that revealed the length of a creamy pale leg each time she stepped forward. She had simple black heels on her feet and they made quiet clipping sounds on the tiled floor.<br/><br/>"You mentioned some skill with the violin" she recalled, stopping at the table and sitting down on the side of it in front of him. She crossed one leg over the other at a leisurely pace as she studied the human in front of her. Yes, he was certainly handsome and he seemed eager enough to secure the position. She was almost certain that she wanted him.<br/><br/>"Play it for me, now."