<strong>Name:</strong>Melinva Lunca, Melly for short.<br/><strong>Known, Unknown, Visiting</strong>Unknown<br/><strong>Age</strong>Looks about 25, really 52<br/><strong>Gender</strong>Female<br/><br/>(http://img237.imageshack.us/img237/352/afnm14kk0.jpg)<br/><br/><strong>Appearance: </strong>Long, thick, soft naturally curly, dark brown hair with light gold highlights. She's on the short side, standing at 5feet 5 inches, and weighs about 145 pounds. Her weight fills her out nicely, giving her well defined curves, wide hips, thighs, breast and butt. Her skin, a smooth chocolate complexion, compliants and brings out her natural hazel eyes. Usual attire is fitted jeans, leggings, lose and flowing shirts. Her shoes, depending on weather, are either boots that stop at the knee, or mid thigh, stilletos, pumps, wedges, basically anything with a heel. She hardly wore flat shoes, a habit from her human life. Though, she does love her slippers, ranging from bunnies to plain solid colors, worn around the house.<br/><br/><strong>Personality:</strong>Very bubbly, bright and kid like. She had ADHD as a human, and the change did nothing, but maybe make it worse. Its hard for her to sit still, from bouncing foot to foot, to cleaning, or doing various things around the house. She'll never stay still for long. Can't stand the doom and gloom, she tries to keep things lively. Much like a child, if you find she's been too quiet, she's most likely up to no good! Untill one gets to know her, she can be kinda annoying.<br/><br/><strong>Background:</strong>Engaged to be married in a few weeks, Melly had come to Castle Hill for a romantic getaway with her fiance and two other couples. Everything was smooth sailing till she caught him in bed with a resident of the town. Pissed, she punched the woman, scratched his face up and ran crying from the vacation home they had rented.<br/><br/>She ran, hard and far, partly because he was chasing her. She didn't pay attention to where she went, and regretted it when night fell and the town was nowhere in sight. Then, fear kicked in, every sound had made her jump. So many times she wanted to scream out, b ut didnt, afraid to attract anything that would want her as a snack. So busy trying to watch every shadow, she didnt pay any attention to the ground. Slipping, she hit her head, and as her vision faded, she remembered seeing a man so beautiful, it had to been a dream.<br/><br/>The days after that is still, to this day, a jumble of memories. More beautiful faces. Pain and pleasure the likes she had never experience before, and sure she wouldn't again. She remembered wondering if she was going to die, and didn't want too, not cause she wanted to live. She just couldnt stand the thought of not seeing him again, his bite was the sweetest, and she wanted to live, to feel it again.<br/><br/>The day it happened will always be burned in her head. He had come in, promising pain, no pleasure. She screamed, screamed when he started, and hours after he'd finished. Screamed till her throat got raw, and she couldn't talk for almost a week. Then came the thirst, the hunger and craving she couldn't understand. It drove her mad. Regular food didn't satisfy. He came, and put out the burning with a cup of thick, dark liquid. She had smelled it before he even open the door, she didnt need urging, she had snatched the cup and drank it like someone dying of thirst. It wasnt enough, and he brought in a girl, a few years younger than her. Eyes wide, she stared at her, hearing her heart beat as if she was laying between her breast.<br/><br/>A few weeks later, he was showing her the room she would stay in.  He had looked at her, and pushed some hair out of her eyes.<br/>"You have a question." It was a statement, not a question. She turned to him, then looked away.<br/>"What am I, Arman?"<br/>"A project, my pet."