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Somewhere deep inside hick-town lives a girl who we like to call Onyka Orange. Being 15 makes her nice one minuet and fistey the next. On October 24 she will smell like a monkey and live in a zoo. Though her parents are fun suckers so she will probably end up just blowing out some candles. Onyka is one of those complex Country, Goth, Emo, Prep, Grunge, Scene, Metal-head, Nerd girls who should never be considered a poser. She is true to herself in every way and just dosent give a damn about society and how they say she should conform to their narrow-minded ideas. She is Pansexual and if you are one of her friend you will get air humped!
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All about the character:
Name: Crimson
Age: Says she is 22 but real number is Unknown.
Gender: Female
Eye color(s): Red - When she is Angry, or blood hungry
Black - Normal
Green - Drunk
Blue- Happy
When she has a combination of the the feelings Left eye will be one color and the Right eye will be the other color.
Height: 5' 10
Race: Vampire
Power: Normal Vampire abilities plus White and Black Magic.
Sexuality: Bi
Job: Meleh Whatever is given to me.
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Bio:
At birth she was named Amallia Shadow, but when she died the first time she just dropped everything that associated her with her past life and took up the name Crimson, after the color of the thing she craved so badly. Unlike most of her kind, Crimson likes to try to have fun, parties being her best friends. But trouble always comes her way either it’s a dirty pervert from a bar, her protecting someone who needs help, or her sire coming and making her do his dirty work. On top of her natural vamperic strength Crimson is well trained in the skills of white magic and is slowly but surely learning the dark arts. So Trouble usually isnt much for her. She tries her best to play nice even when she is craving, but when people start asking questions, especially when it’s about her past, crimson tends to loose her self-control and closes up.
Her past is a dark place a place that haunts her dreams. Tortured mentally and physically her sire entrapped her in her chambers for days before turning Crimson into vamp. When she freed Crimson she set crimson loose on her own family. Crimson’s family didn’t even see it coming; the hungry fledgling stormed into the house and dug her newly acquired sharp teeth deep into their jugulars. She never forgets, and every year on the anniversary, Crimson has what she calls a dark day, where she just disappears and morns their death.
