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Kilana Lorea Ulnen

"I can't wait to bite into you flesh."

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a character in “Blood and Chocolate”, originally authored by Sullenkiller, as played by RolePlayGateway

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Kilana Lorea Ulnen

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Scars, Piercings and/or Tattoos: She has a tatoo of a black dragon above left hip.
Height: 5'6"
Weight:117 lbs.
Eyes: Medium Brown with Black Liners
Body Type: She has a average body type. She is however considered skinny, and looks less then what she weighs.


Nickname: Dragon
Age: 269 is her actual age. She appears around the age of 20-21.
Vampire Type: Homo Wampyrus Sauria
Sexuality: Bisexual
Personality:Kilana is quiet, but likes noise. She feels as though she would go insane without noise, usually falling asleep with the T.V. on or radio. There is never silence in Kilana's house. She is the one who is usually in the back of the group laughing while others tell the jokes. Even though when she's drunk, she gets very talkative and hyper. Usually dancing on table tops for example.She has never really been considered "sweet" or "overly nice". She does have plenty of friends in "Dell" Where she works as a phone helper.
Dislikes: Sience, Germ-X, Plastic Bags, Cars, Pencils, Scissors, Sunlight
Likes: Noise, Animals, Leather Jackets, Comfy Chairs, O- Blood,
History: Kilana was born two centuries ago to a very poor farming family. After a horrible drowt, the family could not afford to take care of there first born daughter and sent her to a near by orphanage. The mistress there was a cruel woman and ignored the children, If it weren't for a young girl by the name of “Ellanor” then Kilana would of most likely starved to death. When Kilana turned 5 years of age, she had started to steal from merchants and hadn't got caught. By the age of 10 she was caught lifting some bread from a local bakery and would have had her hand chopped off if it weren't for her ability to sneak off undetected.

She then grew up in the woods from the ages of 10 to 16, that is where she met a young hermit by the name of Henly. Who she fell in love with, he was in hiding from the law and they both stayed together for three years until Henly became sick with a terrible illness and passed away.

A year later she was found by a man she still doesn't know the name to this day. He had knocked on her door, she had been weary but opened it. Witch was her biggest mistake. He attacked her, he bit into her neck with horrible razor teeth, but wasn't abvle to finish the job when he heard a gunshot and ran off with a woman bleeding from her neck on the floor. Kilana went through horrible change until she ended up becoming a “lizard” vampire.

So begins...

Kilana Lorea Ulnen's Story

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Kilana let out a long breath. The papers in her hand felt flimsy as she organized them, she had never really understood it, but that wasn't her job. Her job was just to help people on the phone, and organize stacks of extremely boring paper. Her office wasn't really a office, more like a little space with a old desk. A creaking chair, cold coffee, squealing filing cabinets, and small gray walls that separated her from the other workers with her same job. Kilana’s medium brown eyes darted to the window for a split second, the sun was starting to set and then she would be able to finally leave. She was scheduled to work from 6am to 8pm, Monday through Friday. It wasn't that bad, in fact it was re leaving that she didn't have to walk out in full blown sunlight. But sometimes, she just liked having the heat engulf her. Warming her cold skin, even though she had to wear slight sun screen, it didn't matter.

A buzzer went off, signaling the end of her daydreaming a the work day for Wing 2. She stood, gathering the rest of her paper into neat files and unwrinkling her creased up knee skirt. Her blouse felt somewhat plastered to her back as she stood. Feeling a bit self-conscious she grabbed her leather jacket, witch did not go very well with the sophisticated outfit she had on. She moved through the walk way, scooting in between people and finally into the parking lot. She moved to her Harley bike. Witch she knew it wasn't very smart to be riding in stiletto heels, long black knee skirt, and light blue blouse. But, what the hell? It wasn't like it was the weirdest thing to see in Las Vegas, right? The sun was still still slightly up, but just setting. Making the sky dance with pinks and light blues. But from the horrible fog from the big city, you could barely enjoy the view. As the last of the workers pulled away in the ranging of sports cars to ban wagons, she pulled up her skirt, revealing long shaved legs. Pulling one leg neatly over the other she hitched onto her bike, and ram the engine. Making a noise so loud it could pop someone's ear drums. But luckily for Kilana, she was quite used to it.

Kilana drove a few miles north, turning ever so often until she reached her street. Not to bad for Las Vegas, but not one of the “best” neighborhoods around. She pulled out her key to her studio apartment, unlocking the door with a click, she heard Dracula's meow. Her black tom cat sat on the couch, waiting for her as he usually did whenever she came home for her to feed him. It had taken a total of three cats for her to control her will power to not “feast”, but she has had Dracula for about three years now. And was very proud of that. After filling up his bowl and taking a nap on the couch with the radio on, it was about 12am. Las Vegas had just became the full blown sin city. She usually fasted for about three days, but then she couldn't stand the hunger cramps, and then she would take herself “out to eat” to a local club or casino.

Tonight she decided to go to a club, the bartender there was actually quite nice and never really told her to leave whenever she would just order water. She moved to her rooms, glancing at her neatly made bed that Dracula had claimed. Who was now looking up with his amber eyes at who had disrupted his sleep. Usually cats would always hiss at Kilana, and to tell the truth, she would hiss back with her teeth. But Dracula was probably one of the calmest cats she had had before. She picked out a black dress that went about halfway down her thigh then stopped. Making her legs look much longer then what they were, her black stilettos witch stilettos were very normal on her feet now, and her black cross necklace that she would always wear. She went into the bathroom, brushing out the very few knots from her short layered brown, black, and red hair. Teasing it slightly, knowing it would probably just get ruined on the car ride there. Well not exactly ruined, it gave her the “sexy bedhead look”, witch looked better on her then on most guys. She put on light red lipstick and thin black eye-liner. And headed for the club. Her stomach rumbling in anticipation.

When she got there, she noticed that the club was already packed more than usual, witch was always easier to hunt in. Moving her legs, making her hips move in a swaying motion, she entered the club. A few men glanced up to look at her, and a few woman. It didn't really matter to Kilana, as long as they gave her what nutrition’s she needed. She glanced around for a moment, spotting a woman with long blonde hair. No, it looks as though she might “not be clean”, Kilana thought to herself and spotted a nerdy looking guy. A very protrusive Adam’s apple, overly thin body, short curly red hair, and freckles. How he got in this club, she had no idea. Just that she had found her next meal. She made a quick gesture by rubbing her thumb along her sharp lizard teeth and moved forward. Lightly sitting beside the man.

“Hi, I'm Amy.” Kilana lied, glancing at the red head. She had learned many times, never tell prey your name, or if you do, tell them a fake one. She gave a flirty smile, being sure not to show her lizard teeth. The man slightly blushed. “I-I'm Eric.” He stuttered, looking at the Kilana's lips. She thought for a split second that her teeth were showing, but dismissed it. She would notice, and he would of already said something. He must be looking at my lips... She thought to herself, making her lips move into a very soft smile. “Are you here with someone?” She asked, cocking her head. “Well... I- Uh... I'm supposed to meet my sister...” He trailed off as another girl walked in. Long, pretty red hair, not like Eric's. A petite nose and full lips. She was pretty. “Eric, come one, were going to be late!” She exclaimed and grabbed Eric's hand. Not paying any attention to the pretty biker girl beside him. “I- Uh, s-sorry!” He called back, obviously not used to girl talking to him. “Ugh!” Kilana exclaimed, annoyed that her dinner got away. Her stomach made out a very loud protest but she hushed it in he mind. There were still many different meals here. She looked up at James who made a wide smile. “Got brushed off again?” He asked and chuckled. Used to the girl coming here ever so often.

“Eh, he wasn't that much of a looker anyway...” Kilana trailed off, wishing she had a drink in her hand. As if reading her mind, James got out a liquor bottle and poured her a shot. “On the house.” He said with a smirk. She had never really thought about ever really “eating” James, but now that she was hungry, and he seemed hungry in his own ways, it seemed like maybe it was a good idea. But she knew better, and that her instincts would most likely win over. She shrugged and quickly drank it, letting the liquid burn her throat she stood. “I couldn't of come anyway, I got work tomorrow.” Kilana exclaimed, turning around so that James knew she was talking to him. “Before you leave Kilana, could I get your number. You know, just in case the red head comes to ask for it.” James slily asked, with a smirk at his own joke. “Very funny.” Kilana said. “And just for that, you don't get it.” She said with a fake evil smirk and walked out. She was hungry, yes. She had a horrible need for flesh at this moment, yes. But she didn't want to kill the bartender.

Instead a drunk that stumbled out of the bar caught her attention. Her muscles rippled beneath her skin, and for a moment she didn't know what she was doing. All of her muscle controls were out of her handle. She shoved the drunk up against the front of the bar. His eyes had a glint of wonder, as if he were debating on whether to be scared or turned on. With the little sense she had left, she took his collar in her hand and shoved him into the alley with little strength. He tumbled to the ground. He started to get a bit scared now, she could see it in his eyes. But she couldn't stop, her vampire senses have kicked in, and she couldn't stop them, for the life of her. She jumped on him, and with little mercy lunged at his throat. Her razor sharp teeth embedded themselves into his soft flesh, feeling like a knife through butter. And with one thrust, his throat was fully ripped out. Blood covering the pavement before the man could scream.

By the time her vampire senses were completely tapped out, and her own senses had come back. She couldn't help but cry. Not a huge balling wail, but just silently cry. She didn't know what time it was, just that she didn't really care. She had already cleaned up the alley, but her black dress had blood splattered all over it, some one her skin as well. Even though she was stuffed, she felt horrible. She usually just ate from blood banks and flesh doners, but that wasn't always enough to satisfy the hunter in her vampire form. It would just randomly take charge and attack, and there was nothing she really could do about it. She moved from out of the alley, and into the street. The club was still packed, so it couldn't of been that long she was in that state. She wiped her face, and fixed her hair. But all she could think about was that man. And the most haunting question on her mind was; Did he even have a family expecting him to be home?

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 Kilana let out a long sigh. She straightened her dress over her slight curves. All she wanted to do now was sleep. That's all she ever really wanted to do when she was done eating. But instead of that, she had a sudden urge to walk around. Not because she wanted to really, mostly because she thought that if she went home her vampire form, no matter how satisfied, would lose control and eat Dracula. So instead she decided to walk it all off. Let the beast get lulled back to sleep.

Kilana re-checked her bike, making sure it was locked. She rubbed her face with her hands making sure her make-up wasn't running. She made a quick glance down the alley, making sure no blood was left, and walked a bit. Letting the air fill her lungs. The warm air was replaced by cold air. A short burst that was rare in a fogged up place like sin city. The tang of blood wafted into her nose, smelling of cinnamon and honey. That way A- blood smelled like. A sudden breath moved into her lungs and she almost felt her eyes shift to a dark red. The way her brown ones did when blood teases her. She shook her head to clear the blurriness of the blood. 

"Just ignore it." She mumbled to herself and continued walking down the path. Kilana messed with her hair for a bit, surprised that the place wasn't crawling with home less and crack heads hanging around the streets. Scratch that... She thought to herself as a guy sat on the side of the street, eyes shot red and gritty yellow teeth when he smiled at Kilana as she walked by. "Whats a sweet li-"                       

Kilana stopped abruptly, swishing her side to face him. "Shut it, ya old perv. Before I rip you a new one." She hissed at him. His face had shock ripped across it. He looked back down at his hands and mumbled something unpleasant that Kilana couldn't quite make out. 

She hated it when people disrupt her daydreaming, she bit her upper lip. A habit that should've died a long time ago. Considering whenever she did hit her lip, blood was instantly drawn. Her disgusting undead blood seeped into her mouth and she almost gagged at the taste. Putrid and unappetizing. Specially Sauria blood. She continued walking down the path, glancing ever so often behind her. In case the guy wanted to follow her. She glanced back in front of her. Was that someone?

A figure moved in the distance slightly. A woman, Kilana could tell by the way the figure carried itself. Tall and lithe as the figure came into view. A specific smell hit Kilana so hard it almost knocked her off her feet. The woman smelled of blood, not on the inside like most humans do, but a faint smell on the outside. Like it had been feasting recently... This woman was a vampire. Kilana didn't know what type, but she figured it would either be a Draco or a Sauria. Considering know that she squinted her eyes, the vampire looked human. Very human at that. Maybe she was just a human... She thought to herself for a moment. Than she remembered herself in the mirror. She looked completely mortal. And with her dress caked in blood, it would be hard for the vampire not to notice. That she herself was a Homo Wampyrus Sauria. 

As the figure passed, Kilana smelt Sauria on her. Most Sauria's are territorial, but considering she didn't really mind if someone hunted on her turf. Or maybe this wa the other vampires turf. Kilana had to make up her mind quick, " Sauria?" She half asked half said to the woman passing her. That way of it as just a woman with Sauria smell, she would think she was being mistakin for someone else. But if it was a Sauria, then the vampire would know what she meant. And if it as a hunter, she'd be damned out of luck. 

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(oh, sorry, I didn't know you post! >o<;)
It was a nice night; as Eliza realized that the night was extremely beautiful, she had just passed by another female. It was only a matter of time before the words that seeped out of the woman's mouth had came across her ears, making her stop into a full halt, spinning on her heals. Her eyes looked at the woman, up and down as if she was examining her; it was a long, and silent stare, but finally, Eliza broke it. "Yes." It was a simple word, and Eliza herself could tell that the woman was no ordinary human- if she was human. She may not have that special blood scent on her, but it was another scent that wavered around her; one Eliza could not just put her finger on.
"Are you a hunter?" It was a blunt question, but her eyes meant business. Eliza didn't want to play tonight, and if it had so happened been a hunter, it would just make everything more difficult than it had to be. Her body leaned towards the right, her hands propped onto her hips as she leaned against a near by lamp post, her reddish-auburn eyes glinted against the dull lights. "Or a vampire?" Her voice was smooth, but dangerous- almost as if she gave the woman a hidden warning only vampires can sense.

(Once again, I'm super sorry, I hadn't realize that you posted. >o<; Also, I'm sorry for it being so short. xO )

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Eliza looked at her before releasing a cold chuckle- loving the nervousness that had built up inside the girl. Her eyes narrowed as she smiled at the girl, the light causing her auburn eyes glow. "Well, that's fine. It's quite alright for you to be confused, and since your obviously nervous, I'll treat you kindly." Her hand waved in the air before she bent downwards, her hair falling along her shoulders. "My name is Eliza. My last name should not concern at the moment." Her hand reached out, and she had an expression on her face that seemed as if she was distrustful. "Nice to meet ya."

Before the girl could grab her hand, she pulled it away quickly, and turned around. "Too slow." She said, her back facing the girl. Eliza waited until the girl responded and introduced herself to Eliza before she turned back around. "Shall we walk together to enjoy the sites?" Her eyes seemed sadistic and she looked almost like a conniving coyote that had sneaked into a group of sheep. "Why don't we enjoy the illusion?" Her words where chose carefully, but had no feeling to them. Eliza's beliefs towards the humans where much deeper than had been first thought. Sure, from someone who didn't know Eliza might point out that she was some sadistic bitch who just liked to torture others, but it wasn't entirely true.

Her ideas was that humans had created society so they could create an illusion, therefore seeing the world to only what they want to see; and shunning those around them. Society was basically a barrier to 'protect' the humans from the outside world; from the real reality they hated so much. Being founded in 1736, she should know more about a human's so called society than anyone else (or so she thinks). Eliza looked at the girl with a slight smile, waiting patiently for her answer.

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"But quick question, his old are you. And I meen actual years?" Eliza turned her head, her auburn eyes examining Kilana as if she herself was the question. Suddenly, Eliza shrugged her shoulders before turning back around; her finger shooting to her lip. "I believe I am 276 years old..." Her finger tapped her lip as if she looked like she was thinking, pondering about her own age that had been lost with numbers. "My oldest memory was when I was on a ship. It was a French ship I believe, and it was heading towards Canada." Her head came back down, along with her hand. "It was so dark, and I could remember I was so hungry- I believe I was near death..." Eliza stopped herself there, keeping her lips shut from rambling on more than she had too.

Her head turned towards Kilana once more; a curious smile crept onto her face. "How about you?" Eliza was indeed curious about this woman, but at the same time, was careful not to let her guard down. Her steps where small, but fast; covering a bit more ground than a normal person would. She would dodge the lights, almost as if Eliza was playing a game of catch with it, but her movements where subtle and very quick.