i have a person i love very much, he doesn't care that i make friends and write but that's about as far as this will go friendship and writing. now let's get to the character because believe me real me is a little bit boring.
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bound in chains and left to rot shortly after being born in the blood by her maker once he'd realized what he'd done Sarah Grace spent innumerable years imprisoned in the catacombs beneath an old cathedral eventually the iron rusted away freeing her but not before she went a little bit mad from the isolation and what felt like centuries of blood depravation. now she wanders from one little village or hamlet to the next hunting and feeding as she will drawing in those of a particular wickedness or those of profound kindness with her long hair, black as the void between the stars, soft alabaster pale skin and delicate appearance. she has no concept of time or how long she was kept locked away in the dark. now she clings desperately to the few scraps of sanity she has managed to regain through her wanderings terrified that perhaps more who condemn her rebirth as her maker did will find her and cast her back into shadow and starvation leaving her forever hungry and alone.
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