She was anything but the ordinary young woman she made herself out to be. Long, flowing, scarlet red hair reached all the way down to her lower back. Her skin was a glowing, sun kissed color; her cheeks covered in a handful of freckles. With a petite frame, she wow-ed the crowds with a rare, hourglass shape. Her name is Noemi Genovese, and she was now officially homeless.<br/><br/>She was a fallen star; a no-longer-wanted celebrity. Her talent was beyond compare; many considering her to be the best artist this world has ever seen. Noemi was humble, appropriate, and sweet; a typical American sweetheart. She didn't choose to leave the life of fame and "glam". No, that was chosen for her over two hundred years ago. Biten by both a werewolf AND a vampire, she was forced to wander the world for an eternity.<br/><br/>Noemi, a world traveler, was now in Wales, England. Heightend senses enjoyed both the populace and the landscape. And, whatever diminishing part of her that was still human, enjoyed the culture.<br/><br/>She uncovered extraordinary mansion, secured by a variety of plant life, on one of her nightly strolls through the city. She sensed darkness in this seemingly pure palace, and quickly, became intrigued.<br/><br/>Knocking at the front door, wearing nothing but an ember black, laced dress and a silk, crimson red hooded cloak, she awaited for an answer.