<a class="postlink" href="http://i596.photobucket.com/albums/tt42/rainbow_love902/lynn4.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>lynn bellard<br/>402<br/>vampire<br/>lynn was born in the year 1200,to a human father and a vampire mother. The day she was able to walk her mother killed her father and left taking lynn with her.As time passed lynn grew and learned the truth to her fathers death. She left soon after,fearing for her life. She is very sweet,but most certianly not shy. She's the kind of person who would hug a complete stranger. Though she may seem at times as if she cannot take care of herself she is strong and can become your worst nightmare if she feels the need to be.<br/><br/><span style="color: #000000">There she is. Mother. Father looks so happy next to her. M-mother he can't breath! Let him go! Please he's dying! Mother!</span>Lynn wakes suddenly, clutching at the air and shaking violently. Her snow white hair frames her face,sticking to the tears still clinging to her cheeks."i'm sorry", she whispers throwing the blankets that cover her legs aside and pushing herself out of bed.The sun creeps through her window as she passes to the full body mirror pushed against her wall.she pushes her hair behind her ears,sighing loudly "As long as i am awake,perhaps i should dress." . She appears at her wardrobe with a burst of air in her wake,and a small smile gracing her features.<br/>"hmmm,ah!" she smiles ,flashing her fangs briefly, as she snatches her favorite gown from the depths of her wardrobe.She slips out of her nightgown and pulls the dress over head,smoothing the skirts with the palms of her hands.She didn't fancy the wire cages most women put under their skirts nowadays,they hurt her when she walked in them,and she thought them to be rather....horrid.<br/><br/>Just as she  finishes smoothing the front of her skirts she hears loud knocking and a seemingly annoyed calling at her door.She rushes to the sound and pulls the door open to be greeted by something she was not prepared for,a young man who was clearly not from her country.She bows low and with as much grace as she can muster and leans upward to look the stranger in the eyes. "greetings. how may I be of service." She wasn't quite sure if he was royalty or not but she wasn't going to take chances.