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History: Eris came from a loving family, father was of Noble birth, a duke, her mother, his wife, a duchess of her own right. Eris, and her brother and sister had grown up with the finest of everything. They had lived in large house, somewhere in the town of black, not that Eris remembers much about that now. When she was 17, her mother and father were killed in a fire, one that was said to have been set by her brother. It remains unknown if Michael actually died in the fire. It crushed Eris, her whole family gone, no reason for Michael's betrayal. She and her brother had always been close. Closest in age Michael was only three years older than her, and the center of her universe. Honestly Eris was only partially aware that she even had a little sister. Her parents were usually busy, so Michael had always stepped up for them and been her rock anytime she'd needed him. So with no answers as to why he would do this, she was left completely alone in the world, Eri managed to fall into all sorts of trouble, never staying in one place for very long, living as though she were a criminal on the run....but all things must end.
On the night she turned twenty one, she'd been out drinking and trying to burry the past, gambling with a bad crowd. She cheated, she always cheated! Usually she got away with it, she could hide the Aces in her sleeves without a problem and her poker face was so smooth. Given that the life she came from was one of nobility, this life was less than healthy, and less than happy for her, but she got by with only the minimum. This was not the life her parents would have wanted for her, but she was out of choices. There was no inheritance from them, though they were nobles, because she was supposed to have died in the fire too, and all claim she had, any proof that she was who she said she was, the fire consumed it. So she gambled, often cheating to pay for her crappy little hole in the wall home. This time however, she was caught.
Her maker found her, just after her twenty first birthday, laying in an alley way dying, some man had robbed her and stabbed her twice. Eri was absolutely sure that she was going to die, that was until the tall dark and handsome Exian found her. He'd knelt beside her brushing his cold hand against her skin, whispering something about immortality. Eris had no clue what he was saying, other than that he was offering to save her life....if only she'd known what he was going to do to her. For Eris, the whole world went black, and she woke a vampire. Thirsty for only blood. She hated the idea of taking a human life, for a long while she hated herself, unable to control her thirst, or how many people fell to it. She came to resent Exian for it, at least until he taught her the tricks, and how not to kill. When he showed her that she could hunt without killing, she came to love him, but not romantically, he was like a second father to her.
Eris lived for nearly a century, training herself to use her abilities to compel humans to forget her once she'd fed, and once she'd perfected the ability, she honed her fighting skills. Exian was a great teacher, brilliant with a sword, and he had a way with manipulating shadows to sneak up on people. It took her another three hundred years to learn that one. It wasn't long after he'd finished her training, that Exian disappeared, telling her that she was released from their bond, and free to roam the world. Eri was once again left alone, and this time, she welcomed it. Free now to travel the world and do as she pleased, though she found it was a lot harder being on her own and remembering how to control her thirst.
That was when she joined the Shadow Council, she knew that she would die on her own, and honestly being alone was sort of depressing. It was time for her to end her solitude, what better way to do that, then to join them and make friends.
Personality: Snarky and Sarcastic, loves to act like a snobby brat, but in truth, she's loyal and protective of the people she cares about. She's hot headed with a hell of a temper, and she acts and talks tough, but can at times be insecure and shy
Appearance: 
Eris has black hair and green eyes, she's tall and thin, and of course pale as she technically is not alive any more. She has no scars to tell of surprising really given that she was stabbed. Her nose and ears are pierced, as is her belly button. Four tattoos, a tribal butterfly on the small of her back that shows with any shirt she wears. A celtic cross in between her shoulder blades, a tribal bracelet around her right wrist and a single black rose on her right leg, it's stem wrapping around to her inner thigh.
Armor: None
Weapons: Two: a broad sword that looks way to heavy for her, it's handle looks much like the celtic cross that is tattooed on her back. and A steel dagger that has a dragon head for the hilt and usually hides in her hair, as she is skilled at throwing it and it's easier to reach there. The sword had belonged to an Irish lord, she'd won it in one of her first poker games, and had never given it back, the dagger, a gift from her maker, as she had a thing for dragons.
Powers: She runs really fast, as most vampires do, she can compel humans to do what ever she wants them to do, though this power does not get used on friends or allies, but it can come in handy with enemies. She can manipulate the shadows, and use them to travel anywhere she needs to go within moments, however if it's pitch black in a room or outside, with nothing to cast a shadow, she can not use them. Her power to compel, doesn't work as effectively if hungry, nor does her ability to manipulate the shadows, if attempted when to weak, she could end up with half of her body in one place, and the other half somewhere else entirely. She has never had that happen, but has seen it happen with one other.
