Name: Avalai Ambre Merigue
Gender: Female
Age: 418
Appearance:
Personality: Demure, dainty, dangerous. All three of these words describe the lady Avalai only in passing. Truthfully, she is much harsher, much more rash, and holds incredibly little patience for anyone. She enjoys the finer things in life, including leading night hunts that may or may not end in a ball of blood. She is unpredictable and has long overcome the shock of witnessing death. Perhaps, she even enjoys it. Ah, but of course, it all must be done with a touch of class.
Likes: Blood, discourse, lavish surroundings, Romance/mystery novels, luxurious outfits and hunting.
Dislikes: Being trapped indoors, moonless nights, staying in one place for too long, anything that probably costs less than 5 dollars.
History: Miss Avalai was turned into the red queen she is today at the ripe age of 25, so many, many centuries ago. Bitten by a vampire vying for power, she was kidnapped by him and brainwashed into being his escorting lady to Dracula's lavish evening balls. He misconstrued her gentleness for weakness, however, and she killed him at the ball that very night when, ironically, even though she was the one that was being held against her will, showed interest in other women. She became a point of interest to Dracula and was accepted into his more.... closer crew. With the help and pointers of other vampires she was able to grow her knowledge of aristocracy while simultaneously developing the overpowering sensation of thirst. She began the hunts, the mass hoards of vampires stalking in the night, providing terror to all those who set eye upon the legion behind her. Today she still sits, a fond pet of the most infamous vampire of all time.