Note: This is a character I have used in another Role play, only briefly though - since the RP died unfortunately. Eitherway I am not sure if it fits so pm with changes needed and I shall do so.
EDIT: Kicked out speciality - so this should be ok now, and thanks for the compliment! I love the tattoos too! XD
Name:
Alexandria Phantomhive
Age [&real age, if vampire]:
(661) 21
Sex:
Female
Race:
Vampire
Side:
Dark
Appearance:


She's around 5'7, chocolate brown hair - which reaches just down to her waist. Emerald green eyes with freckles of amber, slightly tan - flawless skin complexion. Usually wears fitting light blue - washed jeans, a white - ripped sleeveless tank top, black leather boots with pointy tips which zip up on the sides. A dark brown, leather belt - with a heavy gold buckle holding it together - D&G, and a pair of black aviator shades (usually during the day).
Her tattoos are ancient inscriptions in Latin mixed with symbols out of the old Egypt symbolism- She is fascinated with Egypt, it's like an obsession to her, the ancient History and practices are more than intriguing to her.
Personality:
Eccentric, charming, witty, alluring, deceiving, calculative, persuasive, and last but not least flirtatious. She knows what she looks like and she does not hesitate for a second to use it to her advantage. She loves her art, actually she gets very upset when someone disturbs her peace at her studio while she's making something. Once she send someone to a hospital for interrupting her - he had a few broken bones but nothing serious - she just gets carried away easily. deep within she hasn't lost that warm, loving persona - she keeps it within her, buried deep under the facade of a cool demeanor. She plays the role of a Vampire to a sick perfection - her true intentions, feelings and thoughts - kept away, in secret so no one may find a way to hurt her.
History:
Born in March- 1327, in a little village just off the shore of England, Alexandria was from a middle class family. Her father owned a few acres of land running a farm, under the ruling Lord and was in the favors of him. Hence she was made the primary distributor of flour and milk throughout their village bearing the Lords seal. Alexandria enjoyed the the wonderful life she had, and the love she received from her parents and siblings. A tender mind and even more caring nature, she was an inspiration to her father - well that is what he used to say anyways. Playing with her old and younger brothers, she picked up on a few traits like fencing, carving and artistry in general - to her mothers concern - she didn't behave as a Lady much then - because when surrounded by her siblings she felt the mos content in her life. Learning how to read and write from her brothers because her mother wouldn't allow her to go to school - she always said that being a Lady she didn't need to know such things but to learn how to be a good and well behaved Lady, housewife and mother.
Things were sometimes a constant bickering between her mother and herself, but Alexandria knew why she was acting the way she did - simply she cared for her and wanted her to be happy in the future. Dressing up was one of the things she didn't like much and dresses which were embodied with corsets she hated those to her very death. When she reached the age of 16, her mother would vehemently drag her to social gatherings - as if she was a piece of meat on a silver plate, ready for display and sold to the highest bidder. It wasn't quite like that but she felt that way and voiced her discomfort many, many times. Though never forced to into a relationship with a man, she was glad because for that much they acted civil and understanding towards her - hence if she said she didn't like him(which she did say always) they'd go and find her another possible suitor. She got nicknamed the cold hearted maid at one point - though she didn't care much about that, not as much as her mother did, who grew tired of Alexandria's stubbornness.
Her two old brother had left home, they were now guard for the Lord of the Land - missing them she'd visit the manor from time to time. Lord Hargreaves, the man who owned the Land and it's riches was a distant cousin to the royal family situated in London. Her innocence and charm had captured the heart of the now middle aged Lord - he wanted her to become his 2nd Bride - his first wife had passed away during child birth. Absolutely not accepting this, she ran away from home - only packing a few things.
Leaving her loved ones behind out of selfish reasons - she found refuge in the big city of London, working as an educator at the age of 21.
The year 1348, the black death was ravaging throughout England - leaving barely a soul untouched, it killed more than half of the population. The more common victims being the poor and helpless, Alexandria was one of them. Falling very ill she was knocking at deaths door - but for some strange an unknown reason to her then, a count - whose child she had tutored came visiting one evening. Laying in bed - pain and agony had sucked the beauty out of her body, she was just a mere fragile skeleton hanging on to an ever so tiny piece of life. The man had sat down next to her bed - without fear of catching the disease - she was shocked. He turned towards her, leaning over her - a faint but soothing smile on his lips. With nothing but a whisper he spoke... "Do you wish to live or to die...?" he asked her nonchalantly. "I wish to live..." she pushed herself to speak but the words were less than audible. But the man nodded - he had heard her loud and clear as his face buried itself into her sweat dripping hair - the next moment she froze as razor sharp fangs had made their way into her neck, burying themselves deep into her flesh.
The next moments were nothing but a blur, the life was being sucked out of her - not that she had much left, resisting him she tried to move but there was no strength in her limps. Motionless her eyes had stared onto the dirty ceiling - 'Why...why me' she thought as heavy tears rolled down her pale cheeks. The man getting back up, just a few inches were in between the twos faces, biting his own index finger he looked at her briefly than holding it up to her lips... "Drink and you shall live for ever"
Scared and merely senseless she did as she was told - licking the blood off of his finger, her eyes grew heavy and she gave in... into the darkness.