gender: Female
age: unknown
race: vampire
weapon: a small, hand held cross bow on her wrist and two daggars, one short and light enough for throwing, the other slightly curved and only a bit smaller than a long sword. The daggars are made of silver and the intricate designs on them show that they are a pair.
apperence:
bio: Niama just woke up one day without knowing who she was or what had happened to her. All she knew was a deep thrist, one she was against quenching. She found herself in an abandoned house, one with pictures of her everywhere. She briefly remembered the last few moments of her humanity. She been upstairs, cleaning the windows. She had noticed how they looked so dirty on the outside and was leaning out the window cleaning the back of the pane when his voice shouted behind her, "What are you doing?!" She fell. It was fortunate that she slept during the day and worked at night for he was able to speed outside and catch her. His arms were like stone though and they broke both her legs and her back upon inpact. He cried that he had broken her and bit her to keep her from dying.
That was her last memory of him, her love and captor. A face that she can never forget but seeks to find. She found her name in an album of pictures of her. She left the house immediately. She refused to drink blood until she collapsed from hunger and hunted. She ended up killing two small girls. Ever since then she tries to keep as far away from anyone else as possible but slips up sometimes. She took two blades from the house, and she believes they may have belonged to her love.
personality: Shy, hates the sight of other people because it means that she may slip up again. Once you get past her barriers, however, you find that she is honest and has a very child-like mind yet a seriousness that only comes from heartache and pain.
