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A Great Bloody Mess

I went and assumed it was night time...hopefully that works. >.<

A Great Bloody Mess

Greyson wasn't a fighter. She had never been a violent individual. Not when she had been human, and not in her half decade of being a vampire. That considered, this past month had been hell for her. She'd had a bad feeling the second Takeshi had tried to convince her to come to Japan with him, but had crushed it down, wanting to believe that he had changed for the better. As a result, she'd found herself in the front lines when the bloodiest of the first battles was fought. The only answer had been to run. Getting out of the city had been impossible. Every night, hunters had been out scouring the streets. Every day, she was imprisoned by the sunlight. Finding enough humans to feed on to keep herself alive had been nearly impossible, never mind enough to heal her war wounds. After hiding in the subways for weeks, she realized that she had to escape. The Black Blades had been getting closer and closer every night. She feared for her life, and knew she had to run or be killed.

She'd made her move at sundown. In the early days of the battle, she had heard talk of a possible hideout outside of Kyoto. That was her goal. If she could make it there, if it existed, she would be safe. If not...well...she wouldn't have survived much longer in the subways anyways. It wasn't two minutes after leaving the safety of the tunnels that she was spotted. Black Blades had come running from every direction, and she'd sprinted. When the humans had rushed her, guns and blades in hand, she'd been forced to fight. And fight she had. Greyson had battled her way through every human that neared her until she finally reached the edge of the city and escaped into the blackness of night, headed for the mythical sanctuary.

Hours later, she was making her way through dense foliage, limping heavily. Sheer will power, combined with the natural resilience of a vampire, was the only thing that kept her moving. A human would have long since died of these wounds. Fighting her way out of her city was a blur in Greyson's mind. She remembered little of it, only glimpses and flashes of actions made in a haze of fear. She had hurt people...probably killed some. How many, she didn't know. Didn't want to know. And she could only guess at the attacks made against her based on the wounds she'd sustained. Most of the damage had come from holy water and bullets; weapons fired at a distance. Her legs and torso had been scalded with water, and the burns still stung fiercely. A UV bullet had torn through her shoulder, and another deeply grazed her side. She'd avoided most of the katanas, but one had deeply gouged her leg just above the knee. Her white shirt was stained bright red, and her skin was even paler than normal. She needed blood.

She was ready to collapse when she finally saw something through the trees. Only a vampire's eyes would be able to pick out the form of a house in the darkness. Had she not been in so much pain, Greyson would have laughed in relief. She hobbled towards it, tripping over roots and leaves. It had to be the vampire hideout. It had to be.

She stumbled at the door, and her weary legs finally gave up. Greyson fell. With a whimper of pain, she propped herself up against the wall of the house, raising a hand to knock at the door. "Hello?" she called out hesitantly, defaulting to English as her native tongue. But no. She was in Japan. Many vampires spoke multiple languages, but if she wanted an answer for sure, she needed to use the proper language. Speaking again, this time in poorly-pronounced Japanese, she called out again. "Is anyone there? I need h-...help."

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I'll have a post up pretty soon. Half-dead vamp coming your way.

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EXCELLENT. :D

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Soooo when can we start? :3

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Greyson would fall for the 'I'm older' card, no question. XD

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Damn double-posts...

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Name: Greyson Moore

Physical Age: 19

Actual Age: 65

Personality:
Despite all the bad she has seen in the world, all the bloodshed and evil, Greyson remains a relatively kind soul. She is quiet and approachable, the sort of person who you would entrust with your deepest and most guarded secrets. Greyson actively seeks out friendships with others. She enjoys having companions, and wants to be close to people. But if the line from friendship to romance is crossed, she becomes uncharacteristically closed-off, retreating into a shell.

Naivety is Greyson's largest flaw. She is inherently trusting of people, and can easily be convinced to do things for others when her gut instinct tells her otherwise. This trait has resulted in her vampirism, and has nearly cost Greyson her life. She believes everyone has a reason for their actions, some justifiable and good motive. In Greyson's eyes, no one is evil.

In regards to her existence as a vampire, Greyson has mixed feelings. She views immortality as a gift, a way to indulge her curiosity of the world and see everything. However, she is burdened with guilt every time she is forced to take a life. Usually, she feeds without killing. However, there have been cases when murder was accidental or necessary.

Bio:
Greyson was born in a small town in England in 1949, where she lived until she was 18. The quiet town suited her well. She was not an adventurous person, and didn't go out often. Most of her days were spent at home, working on paintings and charcoal sketches, or reading novels. Her idea of a good time was having her closest friends over for dinner and playing some simple card game after. In 1967, Greyson graduated and decided to move to London. There, she spent a year trying to pursue a career as a painter. She was skilled at her craft, but no budding artist has an easy time making a living. After a year, she found herself living alone in a one-bedroom apartment, struggling to pay rent. It was then that she met Takeshi, and her trusting nature let her down for the first time.

Takeshi was a five-hundred year old vampire, with a reputation for turning unsuspecting humans into vampires, and leaving them to fend for themselves. To Greyson, he was a twenty-four year old art enthusiast hailing from Japan. Nearly every evening, he would stop by the small studio she shared with several other artists to see what she was working on. Takeshi bought several of her larger pieces, funding her apartment rent and material costs for several weeks. He displayed a genuine interest in her work, and it didn't take the girl long to develop feelings for him. They began seeing each other. Two months later, she had him over at her apartment for a dinner date. He brought a bottle of wine, and convinced her to share a glass with him before the meal. The two were sitting on the couch, Takeshi asking Greyson about one of her paintings, when he leaned in close. With a nervous thrill, Greyson had believed her might kiss her. Instead, his teeth went for her neck, and he proceeded to force her to drink some of his own blood. Takeshi left before she finished the process of changing, and Greyson was left alone in her apartment; confused, terrified, and disgusted.

The next few weeks were a steep learning curve. Her paintings became the least of her worries, she had to learn how to deal with the insatiable thirst for blood. It didn't take long before she received an eviction notice for not keeping up with her rent. She spent the next decade trying to figure out how to live this new life. She learned to feed without killing, and always tried to assure her victims that everything would be all right. Not that it ever helped much.

It wasn't until the year 2012 that she next saw Takeshi. He sought her out, along with nearly every other vampire he had created over the past two hundred years. Takeshi was one of the leaders of the force that intended to strike Japan, and he was building up the forces under his command. In total, he had over sixty fledgling and young vampires. When he found Greyson again, he resorted to his charming trickery. He pretended to still have feelings for her. He pretended he had been looking for her for the past half a century, and wanted her to return to Japan with him. Greyson, quick to forgive and eager to see the best in others, was hesitantly convinced.

When the battle began in 2014, she was forced into the front lines. She didn't fight, only tried her hardest to flee. Greyson sustained massive injuries, and was nearly killed dozens of times. She hid in basements and subway networks, trying to consume enough blood to stay alive and heal her wounds. Finally, towards the end of the month, she managed to get out of the city. Hearing of the sanctuary outside of Kyoto, she began her journey. She will arrive weak and exhausted, with many of her wounds still healing.

Skills:
For her age, under a century, Greyson is uncannily adept at the use of hypnosis. It isn't at the full mind-control state, but she can be very persuasive to unsuspecting humans. For the past decade, she often used her hypnosis as a sort of anaesthetic while feeding.

As a human, Greyson was a skilled artist. That trait never left her. Not that she has much use for it anymore, but she remains a talented painter.

Anything Else:
Greyson stands at 5'4", with a very slender build. She has little muscle, and so would lose a fight against another vampire, but could usually hold her own against a human.
She typically dresses in simple clothing, with no strong ties to any particular decade. Often straight or fitted pants, paired with a loose white v-neck or a comfortable sweater.

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Brilliant. Yay for character diversity.

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I'm currently torn between a more confident, almost arrogant character, and a much more reserved and naive character.

Windel, if you're going for a confident character, I'll go with a more naive character.