All of the stuff about my chara is in the spoilers. I didn't want it to be a really long post with just stuff about my chara so I hid it all, lol. Her pic is in the bottom half though.<br/><br/><div style="margin:20px; margin-top:5px"><div class="quotetitle"><input class="button2 btnlite" onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = '';      this.innerText = ''; this.value = 'Hide'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerText = ''; this.value = 'Show'; }" style="text-align:center;width:100px;margin:0px;padding:0px;" type="button" value="Show"/></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Name: Earl Serenity Noir et Phantomhive<br/>Age: Unknown, but over a Millennium<br/>Sex: Female<br/>Race: Vampiric Elf<br/><br/>Serenity has a vast amount of logic that she gained over the years. She is multilingual and culturally up-to-date. She dislikes technology more than likes it because it makes it harder to blend in with the crowd with the coming of passports and IDs and photography. She appreciates art as long as it's not of her - she will not do plastic surgery just so she isn't found out. She is a shadow - the dark of night only illuminated by the stars and the moon are her sanctuary, especially if she's in a forest with total silence.<br/><br/>Even with all of her knowledge and skill, there are still things that elude her: friends, love, conversation, family, sociability, steady blood supply, kin, home, leisure, and others.<br/><br/>She doesn't drink human blood, she drinks animal blood. And no she didn't give Stephenie Meyer the idea in her sleep. From always being away from most human populated areas, she had to adapt and it stuck. Nowadays it's easier to get animal blood, than snag someone off the street or rob a blood bank. She is stronger with human blood, but from adapting early on she is a close enough power level there isn't much difference.<br/><br/>Style: She likes male clothes the most, and hates most types of dresses with a passion (mainly from the Victorian Era - she hated how it constricted her movement). For the most part she wears shorts, because pants don't give her enough flexibility. Give her a trench coat, a skinny tie, and a vest - she'll love you forever (literally). But if you think that if she loves you she'll let you hug her, expect one of her many daggers in your back or a bullet from one of her pistols in your head.<br/><br/>Likes:<br/>Books and scrolls<br/><br/>Music and theatre: Pistols and katanas, Intelligence and wit, Dark Chocolate and mint chocolate chip ice cream, Ramen and Pocky<br/><br/>Dislikes: Stupidity and ignorance, Arrogance and illiteracy, Automatic weapons and broad swords, White chocolate and bananas, Dresses and technology<br/><br/>Appearance: She is 5'6" with waist length silver hair that looks light blonde in sunlight. She has green eyes that have grown darker over the years, but there are those occasional moments were they glow like Mako (FFVII: AC). She has a lithe build and pale lily white skin. She has curves and not much to brag about in the chest area.</div></div></div><br/>_________________________________________________________________________________________<br/><br/>When she woke, it was nighttime. She sighed,<span style="font-style: italic">I've been pushing myself too much lately...</span>She had not slept in over three months because the nightmares were back, but last night she didn't have any because of her exhaustion. She got out of her coffin - her true coffin that was as black as a shadow with gold, red, green, and silver embellishments that only she had the ability to read and understand their meanings. She had left it with Christine's Great Grandfather Michael (Me-kai-all) for safe keeping, and true to their word it was kept safe.<br/><br/>She changed her outfit to a black and red corset, black pants that looked like skinny jeans but were made from a soft and flexible material, black and silver knee high combat boots, and three black and silver belts with one that had extra straps that wrapped around her shoulders creating a cross on torso and back for her blades. And lastly, she tied her waist length silver hair up in a high ponytail, showing off her pointed ears, before heading upstairs.<br/><br/>She heard Christine in her work studio, so she didn't go to see her. Instead she went outside for some fresh air and, maybe, to go hunt. If she did, she'd give the carcass to Christine like she always did when she visited the family.<br/><br/>Once she was outside, she breathed in deeply.<span style="font-style: italic">The forest smells lovely tonight... The moon is high as well... I'll go for a run and get some dinner.</span>With that in mind, she ran.<br/><br/>She didn't care if the other guest saw her, she was somewhere she could actually call home after all these years - with the Gilberts she always felt like she had a chance at having a home.<br/><br/>~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~<br/><br/>She caught two deer and buck and drained them almost dry. She left some blood in them to preserve the meat until she got back. The predators of the forest weren't happy with her for stealing so much prey, but they didn't dare challenge her.<br/><br/>Once she stepped out of the forest in front of the castle, she heard a male talking, Christine in her workshop, and the helpers doing their jobs - everything was just as she left it. She heaved her loot up on her shoulder, as it was falling off, and realized she was at the rear of the castle not the front.<span style="font-style: italic">Damn I just had to run all the way around now didn't I...</span><br/><br/>She turned on her heel to the right and walked around the castle at a leisurely pace. She ended up at the graveyard after ten minutes of walking, and came upon the guest (also the male she heard earlier) still talking. Though the weird thing was, he didn't appear to be talking to anyone or anything. She shrugged her loot up higher on her shoulder, when she did that his eyes connected with hers and widened.<br/><br/>She froze while just remembering,<span style="font-style: italic">I didn't clean my face of blood yet...</span><br/>_________________________________________________________________________________________<br/><br/><div style="margin:20px; margin-top:5px"><div class="quotetitle"><input class="button2 btnlite" onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = '';      this.innerText = ''; this.value = 'Hide'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerText = ''; this.value = 'Show'; }" style="text-align:center;width:100px;margin:0px;padding:0px;" type="button" value="Show"/></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">She was turned after she 2000th birthday, by then she was considered an adult in her Elvin community. Back then, she was a healer and a warrior. She preferred to heal, but some situations required "All able bodied men and women". She doesn't remember anything about the transition, except pain and darkness.<br/><br/>She had been hunting and gathering supplies with five others, when all of a sudden she heard a noise behind her and spun around. Only for her vision to go dark. She didn't wake until there was no more pain, it was as if she were under a spell. It didn't matter how much she tried to make herself awaken during that time - she still slept in darkness and pain. Then when she woke, she felt different - she was a vampire.<br/><br/>At the time, she didn't know that, but she quickly gained the knowledge and skills that came with being a vampire - but not without sacrifices. This was her darkest hour, for when she ran across humans on her way to her community - she had no control - she killed them. So she hid and taught herself, far away from any civilization.<br/><br/>Time flew by, and she never, officially, returned to her community, to her home. She has many bodies in her closet from self-defence and loosing control, this all causes her to have nightmares. Therefore she doesn't sleep much (sleeping helps replenish her strength and they also pop up at times when she meditates). Some of her nightmare were about "what ifs", like if she went back to her home and lost control. Therefore, even after gaining enough control to watch from afar, she never set foot in her home since she left that day to hunt and gather.<br/><br/>Till this day, she still doesn't know who sired her, or if she was sired through magic wielders. But one thing is for sure, she'd kill them if she came across them.<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2012/334/a/6/female_elf_by_kyuubi_noir-d5mmefc.jpg">[ img ]</a></div></div></div>