Name: Nyx
Age: 17
Owner: (I guess I'll leave that out there?)
Family: Her mother and father were forced into a captive breeding program by the vampires. Once there, she was born and they feigned an inability to conceive anymore children in the hopes that they wouldn't have to bring anymore children into their horrid world. Sadly, the breeding program was one of the only uses for them. Her father was sent to work in a camp and her mother was killed.
Personality:
Nyx was born into captivity, she never knew anything apart from it and the other slaves' whisperings of uprising and rebellion fell on deft ears to her. And thus, she never really had a problem with having a master. It was all she ever knew and she never desired for anything big - just a better meal here and there, or a more comfortable pillow. When she was growing up, she was quite a pleasant little creature and never rocked the boat. She did every task set in front of her with a spring in her step. Life was good to her - she didn't suffer like the others did.
As she got older, she grew quite confident of herself and for good reason. She was quickly growing into a well-endowed young lady with enough soft looks to tranquilize any man that was at least partly heterosexual. She became much more brave in her demands and even asked to be moved out of the basement once. Her master was an old lout and she wasn't that matured so unfortunately, said demand didn't work out
As she matured into a young lady, she realised that she had a wonderful talent to get her way and obviously would have loved to flaunt it whenever she could. She wasn't an idiot though, and she knew it had to be kept hidden and only used in her time of need. When someone was bothering her, she would simply lay a thought in the head of her master and that person would suddenly have their work load doubled. Her power was a secret one that she chose to reluctantly use. Now that she was up and going, she carried herself with an air of self-appreciation - she knew that she could do whatever she wanted.
Background:
There wasn't a time when Nyx wasn't in captivity. As mentioned, her parents were part of a captive breeding program to increase the amount of humans so the vampires could get more and more blood. Her early years went by without much drama. She never knew her mother and father and so, she adopted an old woman as her guardian. The old woman wasn't exactly kept there for her blood - she was old and it didn't taste very good but she did possess a few handy skills. First of all, she seemed to know a lot of tricks to farming and could recycle any old clothing and make some fresh clothing, effectively cutting the maintenance of the slaves down by half.
If she wasn't doing small tasks that required little-to-no energy input, then she was sitting with the old woman and listening to tales of how things used to be. She never desired to see it return or anything, she was just interested in where they all came from. Her first master quickly realised she wasn't much use though and he sold her off without even a blink of his eye. It would prove to be a foolish decision as she would have fetched four times her original price if he had just waited a year or two longer.
Another master bought her, this one a woman who liked the look of her and thought she would serve as a good blood-source in the near future. However, she just proved to be a wasted venture as she wasn't very good at doing jobs and she couldn't yet give blood to her master. Her master met a tragic end though, in an uprising of slaves against her. She was killed and they escaped - Nyx had her chance as well but she simply sat in a corner and stared at her decapitated form. That had toughened her a little.
After that, people refused to buy her for a while so she was placed in an orphanage where she could grow with a small amount of ease. She didn't get along well with other children - that's not to say that they became enemies; they just never became friends. And so she stayed there, waiting for her next master to come and collect her so she could find a use for herself.
Appearance:
With innocent blue eyes and her naive red curls, she can woe anyone she really wants to - whether they take her as an object of desire or feel empathetic for her. She doesn't mind of course, she had realised long ago that she wasn't blessed with a lot of things but she did look good.