Appearance- Originally born in East Prussia, Samantha was preened to be proper and well spoken. She is very old fashioned, her clothing showing the aspect. Her hair is almost always pulled back into it's long ponytail, bangs wispy. Much to her inner confidence, however, she is often mistaken for a younger boy, her virtually flat chest not helping the accusations. Sam's skin is barely a hue away from bone white, all five feet and five inches virtually flawless with the vampire's quick healing. She weighs 114 Lbs without all of the heavy clothing she wears, eyes an odd shade of golden brown completely distant to most people.

Name- Samantha Burgundy

Nicknames- Tolerates being called Sam

Age- 113

Gender- Female

Species- Vampire

Accents- No accents, but very formal and pronounced with her speech.

Occupation- Owns a small, one man shop that produces robotic toys and specialty clocks

Relationship status- Single and not looking

Personality- Samantha can be seen is quite a cold figure. Her sarcasm is as sharp as her teeth, wit quick and difficult to match. It is seldom that she raises her voice above her monotone. Though, despite her outer calm, Sam is normally extremely angry or frustrated. Her mouth had been trained in a straight line, hardly ever curling up into even the slightest smile. She does not hesitate to insult someone, her words growing rapid-fire when she's had enough bullshit for one day. Though, however much these people may infuriate and scare her, Samantha still returns to the Black Lotus cafe on a nightly basis.

Likes-
¬ Trees
¬ Spring
¬ Warmth
¬ Cuddly objects
¬ Quiet evenings

Dislikes-
¬ Rain
¬ Old humans
¬ Cats
¬ Modern styles
¬ Candle wax

Hobbies-
¬ Toy making
¬ Fireworks
¬ Reading instruction manuals
¬ Inventing new robotics
¬ Candy making (Though she is terrible with it and will never do so in public)

Talents-
¬ Manufacturing toys
¬ Clock making
¬ Wood working

Fears-
¬ Demons and ghosts, despite her dealing with at least one of the two on a daily basis

Ways of coping-
¬ Solitude
¬ Wood working

Crush- N/A

History- Though she hardly speaks of it unless asked, Samantha loves a chat concerning history. She was born in East Prussia to a lower noble family; tutors were the only friends among the large home. Besides them, she was alone, an only child in the adults royal world. As such, she was raised almost a genius, studying history and math and language. She would travel with her parents to other countries, meeting other nobility and, along the road, lower class.

It was among these members of lesser suits Sam would find her future husband, a clock maker in Ireland. He convinced her to stay there under the pretense of studying the culture of the peasants. At twenty-two, Sam was swept up, for once happy as the bride of a poor business man. She changed her name, renounced her old life, and changed as many aspects of herself as she could to hide from the now sorrowing family. Mother and Father didn't know what happened to her, only that she had gone missing. If they knew of her wedding, or what happened her wedding night, they would have burned her.

It was among the throws of bedsheets and bodies that the woman was transformed. Untold to Samantha, her husband was one of the vampires her history books had told her about. He aimed to give her the immortality of his kind, to keep her forever as his little wife in the clock shop, but she refused. Upon noticing the transformation, Samantha was thrown into a world of shock, screaming and crying, running from the humble home. But, he chased her. Hatred grew in her chest for the man she once loved. He had betrayed her, and now she was a monster. He running eventually led her to her current shop, the great burn of hate having faded into a small smoldering of regret. Sam opened up the toy store for him, putting to work the methods of carving and mechanics. She would do this for him. The stacks of instruction manuals on her bookshelves only reminded her more of him. If one were to ponder more on her subject, they would suspect this was in hopes of seeing a photograph of her left behind husband, perhaps a glimmer of hope that he was coming closer to finding her in this old town.

Other- N/A