<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/6sRCuI3.jpg?1)</div><br/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Name:</strong> Maéla Dietrich<br/><strong>Rank: </strong> Freshmen<br/><strong>Race: </strong> Vampire, Newborn<br/><strong>Classes: </strong>Alchemy, Black Magic, Advanced Potions<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Dorm Halls<br/><strong>Occupation:</strong> Petty Thief<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sylvin, Open</span></span><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">  Maéla was starting to warm up to little Sylvin. His shyness seemed to be fueling a different side to her. Maéla turned on her heels to face him and in the next instant, she was standing directly in front of him. She had crossed the distance and met him back in the doorway all within a blink of an eye. Her hands had caught his wrists as she leaned in closer, a smile plastered on her face and her eyes closed as she cocked her head. <strong>"Zat sountz like a vonderful idea~"</strong> She cooed. Her crimson eyes opened to watch him, scanning his features. But now, her sudden closeness had probably startled him, but it made her smile wider. <strong>"But.."</strong> Her face darkened and her gaze lowered, causing her dark bangs to fall slightly in front of her face, covering her eyes. <strong>"Otter footz makes me sick.. I only like and can have bloodt."</strong> Her crimson eyes trailed up his thin arm, to his jugular. At the mention of blood, she was beginning to grow rather thirty. She took a step back from him, not wanting to accidentally hurt him due to her sudden impulses, though she continued holding his wrists loosely, he would be able to pull himself free if he wanted to. She lifted her head slightly, her crimson eye set on his neck. Maéla's head tilted further to the side in curiosity. <strong>"W...woult yuu mindt if.. if I?"</strong> she licked her lips, still staring at his neck before meeting his gaze. Her large, round eyes almost begging him to let her have a taste. <br/><br/><br/>ooc; Maéla's speech - "That sounds like a wonderful idea~"<br/>"Other food makes me sick.. I only like and can have blood."<br/>"W.. would you mind if.. if I?"<br/><br/></span></span></td></tr></tbody></table>