Aleera Dracal<br/>Age: 493 years<br/>m<a class="postlink" href="http://images.fineartamerica.com/images-medium/vampiress-kristopher-vonkaufman.jpg">http://images.fineartamerica.com/images ... aufman.jpg</a>m<br/><span style="font-style: italic">As soon as then vampire council had received word of the experiments escape via telegraph, they had sent word to the members in Romania. They would need the best hunter in order to retrieve and bring him back under control. In order to that, they would need to wake one of the oldest known nosferatu. It takes two of them  to lift the heavy and quite thick lid off the  crypt. The body inside doesn't look like a fierce and might hunter, and the ancestor of some of the most powerful vampire clans in existence today. The gray skin is pulled tight over the bones, especially around the nails and mouth. Sharp yellowed fangs poke out from ashen lips. The  eyes look sunken into the skull.  Carefully, the remove the prone from to place it on a marble table nearby. Luckily the eldest council member had ate well, so he should be able to give enough blood to wake Aleera. With a ritual athmae, the elder holds his wrist out to be cut. When the blood wells up, he places it over the gaping mouth, letting blood flow down the dusty throat. </span><br/><br/>It takes quite a bit of blood before Aleera actively starts swallowing. She can feel strength coming back to her with every swallow. When it comes back enough, she sinks her fangs into the council member's arm, along with nails that could serve as talons. The other vampire tries pulling away when he feels faint, but Aleera just bites deeper. Finally when the blood flow weakens from him does she release him. The change is quite noticable. Her skin had regained it's usual pale vampiric color. Her hair was no longer pale gray, but had got back it's former luster. Ruby red eyes meet the rest of the scared council member's eyes when she sits up. "Most honored Lady Aleera, we have need of you," one squeaks after a minute.