Sayuri's Bio.

Name: Nakamura Sayuri

Apparent Age: 16

Actual Age: unknown

Race: vampire

Height: 5’2”

Weight: 99 lbs

Hair Color: black during the day and white at night

Eye Color: She is too weak to control her eye color, and thus, her eyes are always red.

Personality: As a human, she was sweet and kindhearted, although the centuries in isolation have probably changed her.

Current Health Status: Her transformation to become a vampire was not a smooth one and caused her to be much weaker in some respects than her sire had hoped. Although she has strong physical strength, it only lasts briefly, and she becomes fatigued and needs to rest. Also, no matter how much blood she drinks, she is always thirsty.

Sire: Lord Wolfgang Vonkeegan

Family:
brother- Kenji
sister- Cora

Current Residence:
The basement of an abandoned manor

Special Abilities:
the power to resist the orders given by her sire
severe telekinesis
vampire strength and awareness (although she doesn’t realize it yet)
(She has the potential to develop more abilities if someone is willing to teach her.)

Background:

Death Leads to New Life:

She was lying in the dark late at night, staring at the low flickering flame of a candle and waiting for the last few moments of her life to fade. Earth-colored eyes strained to stay open and focus on what she assumed would be the last sight she would ever see of her beloved home. It was barely a shack and only held two rooms, but there were so many memories she had here, so many that she had taken for granted in her short sixteen years of life. Singing songs with her mother and listening to her father tell stories were all things she would miss, although soon she could join her parents as they had passed three months earlier. The girl’s stomach ached, and sweat beaded down her forehead as she drew in ragged breaths. These symptoms were nothing new to her as she had been sick for months now. “Kenj….” she tried to call out her elder brother’s name, but she couldn’t even finish it in its entirety before she broke off in a coughing fit. Her body was so weak that she couldn’t even raise her hand to wipe the blood away that dribbled from her mouth. It pained her to be alone, wondering why her twin sister and older brother would abandon her at such a trying hour. Maybe the pain of losing her was too much for them to endure. She was determined at least to wait for one of her siblings to return so she could say… well, some parting words to them.

Soon, the girl could receive her wish partly, as she could hear her brother talking lowly to a deep-throated man outside their home. It was not a voice she had heard before, but she tried to use her remaining energy to listen to their conversation. Perhaps someone was coming to prepare for her wake if she was even to have one. Her brother was one of the best warriors in the village, and her sister had married into a wealthy family, but she had never been anything special. Her sickly and thin appearance had always kept her from finding a suitor, and she didn’t consider her bizarre and unspeakable talents valuable. If anything, her odd behavior chased everyone away. “You must seal the deal tonight, boy,” the man snapped at Kenji, the young girl’s brother. She couldn’t imagine who would talk to Kenji with such disrespect, but she could do little about it now. Her vision seemed to blur, and she lost consciousness for a moment. When the girl awoke, the man who had been outside was kneeling near her bed of straw. “Drink, child!” he snapped, but she could hardly part her lips. Her heart was slowing, and soon, her eyes slipped shut.

New Life Can be Disappointing:

It felt like centuries before the girl woke from a deep sleep, although she had expected to be reunited in a glorious place with her parents, not trapped in some muddy old cellar. The girl opened her eyes, surprised at how she could see and hear everything in her surroundings. A few droplets of water dripping from the ceiling echoed in her ears, and the sight of every insect and bug that polluted the place could be seen. She didn’t have time to enjoy these strange new traits before a deep pain ripped through her stomach and burned her throat. She gasped and tried to curl in on herself before harsh hands grabbed her wrist. “Drink this,” a cold and low voice told her before a bottle was thrust into her grasp. She blinked and looked at it cautiously. “What is…” she started before the voice cut her off. “Drink!” the voice snapped one more time in irritation before she was forced to press the bottle to her lips and drink the thick liquid.

Life went on like this for months, and she was quick to learn not to question the man who brought her what she knew to be blood. It frightened her that she craved it, but no questions about what she had become were to be asked. A few times, she attempted to ask about the fate of her brother and sister, but she was only told that they were like her as well and that she would see them soon enough. That was the first night she was allowed to leave her new dungeon-like room. The pains in her throat and stomach never left her, so it was a struggle for her to walk along the cobblestone streets. “You see that man over there,” the cruel voice snapped. “You will drain him of blood and kill him quickly,” he ordered. The girl’s eyes widened, and she gasped in horror at his request. “I will not!” she protested quickly. The man repeated his order repeatedly, but she continued refusing until she finally took off running. The man caught her and became furious that his orders had no power over her.

Disappointment to Others Can Seal the Tortured Fate of Some:

After the man discovered that the girl did not have to obey him and that she could hardly control herself, he decided to lock her away to live in a secluded cell. The first few days were the hardest, as she screamed and cried to be let free. Eventually, falling dormant or laying on the dirt ground seemed to be her most straightforward way to gain some relief. Every two weeks, someone would bring her a bottle that contained thick liquid, although they would never speak to her. There was a time or two that she caught a glimpse of possibly her brother, but he never stopped to look or talk with her—years passed before they turned into decades, and decades turned into centuries. The girl had lost track of time after the first few months and had no idea it was now the twenty-first century. She hardly noticed a difference in anything, at least until a significant amount of time passed without anyone bringing her blood.

She waited and waited, but soon, the pains became unbearable, and she started to cry until her mild crimson tears turned into violent sobs. Soon, her hair fanned out as if caught in a windstorm, and her eyes began to glow red as a blue aura surrounded her. The one wall that had held her captive in her cell for so many years started buckling and soon cracked in half before crumbling. The girl rose to her feet for the first time in a long while and stepped out to find the rack where blood was kept. Lucky for her, the bottles she found held the blood of people who were still living since she decided to drink all five that she could find. After she engorged herself, she wiped her lips and went to curl up back on the floor of the cell. That was all she had known for years, and the thought of leaving from that spot frightened her. Many questions still needed answers, but perhaps only more time would need to pass before she received responses to them.