Vicialla Menach

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  • Name: Vicialla Menach
  • Gender: Female
  • Played by: GabrielTilson
  • Nicknames: Vici (VeeChee)
  • Species: Feline
  • Sub-Species: Vampire
  • Age: Looks mid to late twenties. Actual Age unknown.
  • Height: 5'10
  • Weight: 150
  • Complexion: white fur, no visible scars
  • Hair: Cerulean, vivid blue
  • Eyes: ice-blue
  • Handedness: Right Handed
  • PersonaliRelationship Statusty: Single
  • Personality: Reserved, observant, introspective. Hot-headed.
  • Likes: Bloodwyne, her family, interesting people, dancing
  • Dislikes: Idiots, disrespectful people but especially disrespectful slaves, the sun, and lots of other things

• Description

  Feline/regular form:
  Cerulian locks frame a thin face with high cheekbones, and a slanted brow. Glacial orbs have a piercing quality about them, and are always searching for something. Triangular ears at times can be lost amid the lengthy, thick curls that fall from her crown. Typically seen wearing black slacks, a belt with a large sapphire buckle, and a cream-colored binding cloth across her chest, exposing her abdomen and shoulders. Boots of black leather cover her feet, and add an inch to her 5'10" height. Her long, tail is white, with very faint blue stripes, and is often wrapped around her waist. (will do a better one later)
  
  2ndary form:
  Reserved only for battles, or extreme stress.
  A tall, lithe form, nude, yet unfeatured. The skin smoothed all over the form as if it were a translucent cloth. Bluish/white, and slightly dead looking, like a corpse that has been decaying in water for a while. Stringy bits of cerulean locks seemed to cut through the skin on a reptilian-like face with waxy pale skin. Ivory fangs protruded just over the jaw. Two glacial orbs gaze out at you with some amount of blindness, glassy and dazed. A third eye glares, unwavering, through body, mind, soul, and solid, bloody and irritated, with a slit for a pupil in the center. Clothed in nothing but air, there are no marks on her body, not even those expected. No naval, no eyebrows, no wrinkles or scars. Standing on four-inch obsidian talons tipped in poison, the upper claws are poised, ready to strike. The right drawn up close to her right temple, palm downward whilst digits are drawn into tight curves, as though crippled. The left extended before her, hands clawed in the same fashion. Blue poison drips from each talon, burning holes in flesh and certain metals. Bat-like wings protrude from her shoulder blades, spanning easily 14 feet, curved slightly into hills as though expecting a sudden take off.