Name: Ismene Kokinos ("Mene")
Age: 2500 years ish
Gender: Female
Nationality: Greek
Race: Vampire
Appearance:
Powers:
*Shadow walker - can disappear into the shadows, blending into the darkness in which she has to live
*Shape shifter - contrary to popular belief, not all Vampires turn into bats, Mene can transform into a raven
*Mythbreaker - because Mene is so old most of the normal methods of hurting a Vampire don't work on her, garlic is just a myth in the first place, but silver, holy water, crosses, just tingle. If she were chained in silver it might weaken her after a time. Sunlight burns her skin, but no more then a sunburn, though she still prefers night. A stake through the heart would still kill her.
Personality: Mene is quite, a watcher. After living thousands of years, there's not much more she has left to learn. Nearly everything is boring now that she's lived so long and there's not much reason left to live. She doesn't let anyone close. Keeping everyone she comes in contact at arms length if not further. The moment someone becomes too attached she leaves.
Skills: Linguist, Historian, swords woman, fighter
Talents: Athletic, Limber, Quick,
Likes: New things, something to keep her interest
Dislikes: Being unstimulated
History:
Mene was born during the golden age of the Greeks. She wasn't well off, a slave in a nobleman's household. One night she awoke to screams filling the house, a raid she'd thought. She and the other slaves had tried to run, but it wasn't a raid. It was a feeding. Monsters sucking the entire household dry. No one got far. Each caught by one of the creatures with pointed teeth. She thought she was going to die. Instead she found herself being feed the blood of one of the creatures as he laughed. Then darkness.
When she woke up next, everything was overstimulating. The noises. The light. She could hear a heartbeat, but she couldn't feel her own. It took years for her to come to terms with her fate, with the hunger. And even more to find a way to overcome it. Well mostly overcome it. Over the next two and a half thousand years, Mene saw people come and go. Watched as the lived and died. The hardest was watching them love and knowing she'd never find that for herself. She refused to force someone into this life as she had. She also refused to love. For her life was forever, for the rest who weren't...what she was...life was so very fleeting.
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