Name: Ambrosia Age: 19 Height:5"7 Creature: Vampire Special Talent: Can control the elements of wind Other skills: Use of dagger, guns, and fighting skills Additional info: Will be revealed throughout the roleplay Ambrosia ran through the ally's of New Orleans. Hiding herself in the shadows of the night. She ran for what seemed like hours until she could run no longer. Her breathing was ragged as she fell against an old dumpster. She could hardly breath as she slid against the dumpster falling to the ground. Her hair was a straggled mess and it was stained with the thickness of blood. Her sobs grew louder with each passing minute as she drew her knees to her chest. Black mascara ran down the sides of her face mixing in with the blood that ran along her mouth and chin. She was shaking violently and her mind was racing. Playing scenes of what happened over again in her head as if it was a movie. She was in horror. She ran her of her hands through her hair and across her face. Only smearing the blood across her face more. In the other hand laid a dagger. You could see nothing, but the blood that ran across it. Ambrosia went into a panic mode throwing the dagger to the floor and screaming out in pain. It was as if her body was dying and she couldn't describe the pain. She bit her lip only to cry out again in pain. For she had forgotten the fact that she had fangs. Everything happened so fast. The blood, her mother and father, their death. "Oh god, what have I done?" She asked through the darkness. Her family was dead and it was on her behalf. She couldn't help it the blood it smelled....it smelled different. Just then Ambrosia let out another cry of pain and fell to the floor. Grasping at her chest that seemed to slow with every beat she took. Was she dying? Everything became a blur as her eyesight turned red, she felt her nails grow out longer, and she could feel as her fangs grew out more.