Stats:
Race- Vampire/Elf
Profession-Hybrid
Affiliation: AdW

Forbidden by day accepted by night,
I once was elven who stood tall, but now I have fallen and must live by a kiss of blood, my soul is old but my body is reborn every day, I awake by night and stray into moon light rays of a silver glow. I am neither the living nor the dead... I am eternity. I will never cry nor will I weep I will now kiss thoughs white roses good bye, for all I can see is darkness, in a world of ever lasting time... and here i'll stay in the shadows of nights quilt of despair and never again see the hopes and dreams of life.

When the Elves all lived in the forests and had not yet spread to the seas or the mountains, there was a beautiful Elf named Charlatan. Barely past 100 years old,she met a Human who intrigued her completely. Shy and retiring at first, she grew more open and let herself be seen when he traveled in the woods.
The elders swore to them that such a match would never work, but Charlatan and Kilyian had eyes only for each other.Five years of bliss passed before Charlatan saw that Kilyian was aging far more rapidly than she. The lovers searched for some way to avoid the cruel hand fate would one day deal them, but they could find no answer. In abject dispair, Charlatan went to a Vampire of whom she had heard. She begged Vasily for his help, asking that Kilyian be made a Vampire so the two could share life for the length of her days instead of Kilyian's.
The Vampire was overwhelmed by Charlatan's beauty and agreed to her plans, with one stipulation: that she, too, consent to become a Vampire. In her love for Kilyian, Charlatan never thought of the danger to her very spirit-she agreed to Vasily's dastardly request. The Vampire took her in his arms and told her he would bestow upon Kilyian the -gift- of eternal life. He drained her, then laid her on the floor of his catacomb. He looked at Charlatan and marveled at her beauty; desire coursed in him, as did treachery, and he vowed that no one but he should possess her.Vasily then found Kilyian, and he snapped the Human's neck instead of making him anew in Vampire form.
When Charlatan discovered Vasily's treachery she flew at him in rage. Confident that she was his thrall, Vasily was amused rather than alarmed. That proved a fatal error on his part, for his head was ripped from his shoulders by the grieving Elven Vampiress.
Bereft of her love and her life, Charlatan wandered the world searching for someone new to take the place of her beloved, but only loneliness and fear met her advances. Sorrow and coldness found their way into her heart, and she gave herself wholly to no one since that time.