Her personality has changed quite a bit since she met
Quark (they're engaged by the way). She finds herself to be nicer then normal, and she hasn't smoked in a while.
Go...away...sheesh... reading someones character profile like this. You stalkers.
Kidding...kidding...don't take that seriously.
Clothes: Dresses, Blouses, Skirts, Shoes, etc...,etc...
A cell phone. Rarely used.
She is 134 years old.
Birth Certificate.
Born in London, England January 23, 1876
Name: Everest Jarem
Sex: Female
Hair Color: Brunette
Eye Color: Light Grey
End
Excerpts from "Diary of a Vampire Doctor"
January 23, 1876 12:32 p.m.
Today was a somewhat eventful day. I helped my neighbors wife give birth to a beautiful baby girl. She had the most peculiar colored eyes. A light grey. I have never seen anything like it. Well, enough about the eyes. It was more the way she looked at me. She looked at me as if she knew what I was. And she wouldn't stop, even when the mother turned her away. She always found a way to look back at me. It gave me the strangest feeling. What's worse is that I felt drawn to her. Is it wrong to be drawn to a newborn as I was to her I kept asking myself. Was it wrong? I just couldn't decide...
August 19, 1884 5:39 p.m.
It's been eight years since I last spoke to Everest. Oh, it has occurred to me that I never mentioned her name in my last entry about her. Perhaps I need to rekindle my memory. Anyway, back to the matter at hand. Her mother fell sick yesterday and I was called to tend to her. She had nothing but the common cold but I checked her over and over for any other sicknesses. She'll be fine. Again though, Everest watched me as if she knew what I was. I can't escape the feeling of those light eyes on me. Other than the strange feeling, I watched her play outside. She didn't seem as if she was the healthiest girl that I'd seen. Her movements seemed sluggish and slower than the other children. Any normal person wouldn't have seen the way she moved. To them it would seem she was moving normally. But to me, as a vampire, I noticed...
March 2, 1892 9:59 a.m.
It seems as if I only see her up close every eight years or so. Actually, I know it to be true that that is the way it is. Maybe it's that strange look she gives me that keeps me away. This time was different though. She has grown into a beautiful young woman and I am somewhat attracted to her. Of course, she is only sixteen and it would be wrong for me to advance upon her. Something is different about her though. The tips of her hair have became white. It's hardly noticed it but my eyesight is better than most anyones. I noticed it quite easily. I think she's coming down with something. I'll have to check up on her later.
January 23, 1895 11:37 p.m.
She's sick. I don't know what it was but I helped her the best way I could. For this entry I'm going to narrate myself.
I heard the knock on my door from my study. It held many books of various sizes and most were incredibly valuable. I licked my fingers and put out the single candle that lit my work. Darkness cascaded around me as I stood and approached the door. The familiar squeak met my ears as I pulled open the oak door. My boots clicked as the staircase groaned when I began my descent down them. When I left the stairs and opened the front door I was greeted by the pale faced woman who was Everest's mother. She was wearing a simple grey dress and a small pouch at her side. I was somewhat surprised that she would visit me at such a late hour. Than I saw that she was crying. "What's wrong," I asked her. She fell into my arms and cried all the more. "It's Everest," she said, "she's sick." I became worried at the thought of her being sick. "Take me to her," I told her. She turned around and began walking down the street at a hurried pace. I grabbed my coat and followed after her.
The room Everest was in was dimly lit and the curtains were drawn around her bed. The mother pulled them aside and I saw a skeleton of Everest. It was her but she seemed bony and her hair was completely white. I had noticed it changing white over the years but it had never gone farther than her shoulders. Now all of her hair was white. She looked at me with sunken eyes that held so much want to live. "Please leave the room," I told the mother. She didn't argue and bowed when she left. Now that she was gone I did several tests on Everest. I'd never seen anything like it before and I didn't know any cures for the disease she had. I told her, "You're going to die." She nodded weakly. "I know," she whispered because that's as high as her voice would go. "But there is one way you can live," he said hoping to give her some hope. "I know," she whispered again. "You could bite me," she stated calmly. I was surprised she knew what I was. "Yes," I said. "Would you like to give up the sun for a chance to live?" She nodded weakly. I bent down and sunk my fangs into her delicate neck. She winced at the pain. "Give it about a week," I whispered. She nodded. I left the room.
January 30, 1895 5:26 a.m.
She has become a vampire and is now completely healthy and lively. From what I can tell she is stronger than me. It also seems that I have taken the disease she had upon myself though I don't know how. It has surpassed my vampire resistance to disease. I'm going to die before the sun goes down today. I know it to be true. Right now I'm putting this diary into a puzzle box which I'll give to Everest in my will. Everything else of mine will also go to her.
Revision:
Name: Everest Jarem
Sex: Female
Hair Color: White
Eye Color: Light Grey
Excerpts from "Diary of a Vampire Girl"
January 6, 1896 4:49 a.m.
It's been almost a year since I've become a vampire and inherited all of the vampire doctors possessions. I've read his diary several times and decided to start my own. I give thanks to him for giving me my life back though at the cost of his own. I haven't told my parents that I've became a night walker and don't plan to unless one of them is dying. It's a hard secret to keep because they constantly ask why I refuse to go out in daylight but I've adapted. Perhaps I will learn to trust them and than share my secret.
October 2, 1900 12:12 p.m.
Recently I have picked up the habit of smoking. The reason I do so is because it nulls my need for human blood for a time. I don't like to drink others blood.
December 25, 1912 5:52 a.m.
It's a sad day for me. Not only was I not able to tell my parents what I am while they were on there death bed, I wasn't able to see them one last time at their own funerals. I received a message that told me a bridge collapsed while they were crossing it. They fell to their deaths in the murky waters below and their bodies weren't found. *tear stain* Why is life so cruel?
August ?, 1939 12:01 a.m.
Things here in London have become a little hectic due to the new world war beginning. I have decided to spend a little of my money to transport me to the land of dreams. It is known as America. Right now I'm writing this entry on a rocking boat and a in a dark cabin so it is a little bit difficult. I won't write again till we make it there.
September 3, 1939 6:00 a.m.
This place is horrible. Upon arriving I was knocked down by a group of running men. When I got up I found that my bags were gone which could only mean they were stolen. I didn't know where to look for the thieves. Damnit, I'm to mad to write right now. End entry.
January 23, 2010 12:19 p.m.
Happy 134th Birthday...I guess.
I really need to finish this...
