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[ Age ] 20 [ Race ] Vampire [ Scent ] Jasmine, Lychee, Vanilla [ Personality ] Decisive, Adaptive, Vulnerable, Intuitive, Repressed, Observant None of this is real. Her doll-like expression was not out of practice or discipline to please whoever asked for her services. She had been changed beyond recognition, and to adapt to the crimson distortion of her world, she had suspended her grasp on reality. The only comfort in this cold, breathless world was her voice in familiar song, sparking a deeper will to live inside of her. Iris is decisive, observant, and adaptive in her actions, grasping for a meaning to this forced revival. Her revulsion towards blood, dissatisfaction with her current restrictions, and lack of interest in eternal life make her careless towards preserving her own life. But within, her unabashed and spontaneous desire for excitement has shriveled and wilted… [ Brief Bio ] As a newly turned vampiress, Iris has been shackled by restrictions to prevent humans from interfering in her new place in the world. She must never contact those in her past life, or else they would all be slaughtered including herself. She is not allowed to hunt for herself. Therefore, she acts as a song-bird and attendant to vampires in Aelton in return for blood. If she follows her duties and restrictions, she is free to roam the world otherwise. After all, the loss of her life is nothing if she is discovered by hunters or other supernaturals. [ AI ] [ Fear ] Iris has held an irrational fear of blood for as long as she can remember. She cannot stand the smell of blood or the sight of blood. The peak of her fear is of the sight and thought of her own blood leaving her body. [ Turning ] Iris belonged to a normal household with two parents and two sisters. During a quiet, autumn night, Iris slammed the front door to her middle-class home, frustrated to tears by her parent's irate rantings about her future and "lackluster" results. Her path was well-lit but eerily quiet. She hadn't even been able to scream before she saw gushes of crimson painting her vision. The only hint she had was the blades choking her neck as time excruciatingly slowed. At that moment, as her mouth gaped open, she inwardly shrieked and clawed in resistance with all that burned within her. But it was the last single weak beat of her heart. [ Skills ] [ Vampire-Exclusive ] Heightened senses |Supernatural strength | Supernatural Healing |Mind Manipulation | Shapeshifting | Aura – Species, Strength | Ether Transportation [ Human Experience ] Korean | Chinese | Japanese | Vocal Art | Guitar | Piano | Knowledge of Science | Knowledge of Modern World [ Iris Exclusive ] Vocal Empath | the ability to affect the emotions of others with song |