Almeha's Bio.

“A stroll through the park, a typical crime scene, who would have thought things could go so terribly wrong?”

“A heart can’t break if it no longer beats.”

Name: Almeha Adam Anderson (Meha to some)

Apparent Age: 23

Actual Age: 23

Race: Vampire (Newly Turned)

Height: 6’1”

Weight: 125 lbs

Birth Date: October 7th

Hair Color: black

Eye Color: emerald

Nationality: English/Japanese

Tattoos: a bat tattoo on the small of her back and a tattoo of thorns and roses wrapped around her upper arm

Typical Clothing Style: She can mostly be seen in black gothic style clothing unless she is working.

Anderson Family:

Mother: Victoria (alive and well)
Father: Adam (alive and well)
Twin Brother: Sen (alive and well)
Younger Brother: Sahari (alive and well)

Sire: Wolfgang Vonkeegan

Current relationships: none, her last serious one ended in disaster

Current Residence:
She travels around a lot for work but is currently staying with her parents.

Occupation: After studying criminal justice abroad and attending class at an undisclosed academy, she works as a detective.

Strengths: She is a strong willed person and generally has a good heart.

Weaknesses: is reckless, sarcastic, and has a hard time expressing her feelings

Fears: watching her family die and hurting someone she cares about

Hobbies: playing guitar and singing for the band Shadow’s Nightmare, reading, beating up her brothers, and watching horror movies


Special abilities:
She has vampire strength but none of her other abilities have been discovered yet. Everything is a bit of a learning process for her right now.


Background:
(Usually I type some big long thing filled with sorrow, drama, revenge…all of that fun stuff. This time well… what’s below is all you get. The rest you will have to find out for yourself. )

Almeha was hurrying down the sidewalk of a busy city street, hardly paying any mind to the people she nearly ran over on her mission. The crisp autumn air blew her long raven hair about fiercely to create a tangled mess, but the pale slender woman hardly seemed to notice. Although she moved quickly, it would be an almost sluggish pace for most of her kind. Her one arm was wrapped securely around her stomach as she ran, the other hand pressed tightly to a cellphone covering her ear. Finally she forced herself to pause for a moment to draw in a deep painful breath. For her, the involuntary act of breathing was unnecessary for her dead lungs, but she needed to pause for a moment to shut her eyes and try to concentrate on a phone call. The sound of the people’s pounding hearts beat in her ears even louder than the drums at one of her wild concerts. Not only did the sound serve as an irritation, it also caused a wild hunger to rise up inside of her. Her throat burned and her stomach tied itself in knots. Given how obsessed she had been with vampire novels in her human life, she knew what she needed, but the friend who often helped her was not around tonight. Slowly she moved her trembling hand from her stomach to place it on the lamppost she had stopped near. She could feel her fangs elongating in her mouth so she gritted her teeth tightly to try and stop them. “Look Sen… I…do…just go on without me. Christ, you sing or something. I’m not going to make it. Something came up!” she tried to explain, although her typically confident and strong voice wavered. “Yeah it’s work so….” she continued, trying her best not to lose concentration. It was clear by the custom made band shirt she was wearing and the crisp black flame stained bondage pants that she had tried hard this time to make it to the show. She had even bothered to add jewelry as a special touch and painted her lips and eyelids with dark makeup. Apparently for tonight Shadow’s Nightmare would have to go on without her. “I need to go,” she finished quickly before closing her phone and slumping forward.



OOC:
Credit for the picture goes to the artist.