Name: Sasha Sasivine<br/>Sex: Female<br/>Species: Human (vampire)<br/>Size: 5’5’’<br/>Pred/Prey: Both<br/>Brief Description: Slender build, B chest, maroon red hair (natural color) pale skin.<br/>Attire: Black button-up T-shirt, Black knee length skirt, Vietnam era leather combat boots<br/>Abilities: basic vampire; invisibility, regeneration, superhuman strength, high pain tolerance, immune to sunlight<br/>Items: 6 inch dagger laced with shrinking potion, golden heart shaped locket around her neck.<br/>Player preferences: f/f, f/m, MACRO/micro, same size, Soft and hard oral, soul, vampirisem, digestion/absorption, unwilling prey, grave robbing (when the pred claims trinkets, articles of clothing, weapons, ect. for their own)<br/><br/><br/><br/>Sasha strolls down the lonely dirt trail, the words of that stranger still ringing in her head;<span style="font-style: italic">"Some says d'eres treasah in dat ol casle. Lots a folks gone in, but n'body ever comes out..."</span>.<br/>"Stupid hick..." she mutters under her breath as she straightens her skirt, regretting letting him live in exchange for information on a wild goose chase.<br/><br/>Sasha stops when she sees an odd shape through the foliage; the top of a steeple like structure adorned with a crucifix. Grimacing at the sight of the holy symbol, she quickens her pace, realizing the words of that hillbilly might not have been lies after all... A couple minutes later Sasha is standing in awe at the sheer size of this place, and wondering how this architectural masterpiece could have eluded her eye. Nevertheless, the possibility of treasure nibbles at her mind, possessing her to step forward, and push open the large wooden door with an almost deafening groan of rusted hinges...