Welcome! I'll post my character sheet in a minute

Name: Lucinda Fallow (Lucy)

Age: 224 (Turned at 24)

Gender: Female

Species: Vampire

Appearance: Lucy is a fair skinned, perfect complexioned lady with appetising curves and slightly curled brunette hair that flows to about her breasts. She stands at 5'8 and is slightly toned, with legs that stand out due to the shape of them. She is an hourglass figure with thighs that come out a little further. Lucy's eyes are a deep brown, and never shift colour, which puts her apart from her clan mates.

Personality: Lucy is boastful and loud, and quite confident with her social abilities. She makes people around her quiet and timid, even if thats the opposite of what they usually are. But, if she notices someone is more afraid of her than usual, she will tone it down and try her best to make that person comfortable again.

Clan: Fallow

Region: The Fallows are originally from Newnan, Georgia. They now live in Kalispell, Montana

Family:

Helena (Head of the Fallows) 739 years old

Jaala (Oldest) 523 years old - turned by Helena,

Harry (Jaala's Partner) 524 years old - Accidentally turned by Jaala

Joshua (Younger than Lucy) 119 - Turned by Helena

Samantha (Joshua's Partner) 79 (turned at 19, is still a young vamp) - Turned by Helena

Other: Lucy is dead protective of her family and will stop at nothing to protect them.

Name: Sage

Gender: Male

Age: 21 years

Appearance: Messy black hair that falls over his eyes (he uses it to kinda hide behind), golden amber eyes, sort of short (5' 4"), very tan skin since he lives out in the streets, lots of scars but the most obvious is one down his left eye, Very slim and light (About 150 pounds since food is a bit scarce and he works all day but gets paid almost nothing), Although he's slim he's still muscular (more refined than bulky) and does have an appealing figure, gives off an air of power and/or menace, has a low voice that is quiet and scratchy, his clothes are worn as well because he is of a very low class so he wears pretty much the same thing all the time

Personality: Very mistrusting because of his backstory, would generally rather be alone than with humans, he comes across as cold/rude/uncaring, he's very blunt and a bit crude, he's very stubborn and an extremely good fighter, when fighting he just jumps in without thinking, very hot-headed with a bad temper, tries not to get too attached to anyone, but once he forms a relationship he is very loyal and protective, he has no qualms about killing anyone/anything

Weaknesses: Hot-headedness (he often gets hurt or in trouble because of it), he's very untrusting so he doesn't like to accept help, he gets flashbacks (mostly from his father, who he doesn't get along with) from his past which affects him greatly in a very negative way, he has really low self esteem but it normally doesn't show since he gets up in arms about things when he gets uncomfortable

Strengths: Hunting, fighting, very skilled in sneaking around, knows the streets and forests nearby well so he's great at hiding, very quick and agile, very strong

Other: He lives in the woods and streets and moves from place to place - he has no home other than the wild. His weapon is a small dagger he has with him at all times that he made himself.

Lucy groaned and raised herself with ease off the floor, placing her book on her nightstand as she went. She knew what today was. She resented today.

"I'm coming, damn!" She yelled back at Helena. What an impatient woman. Lucy walked downstairs to Sam curled into a ball, rocking back and forth, in a panicked state, with Josh beside her, his arms wrapped around her. Lucy rolled her eyes, fixed her hair and turned to face Helena.

"I'm stressed, Sams upset, the whole clan is on edge. We need to feed. We need to feed now." Helena announced, the intention in her words obvious.

"I'm on it, don't worry." Lucy replied. She tied her dark hair back and shoved her old boots on her feet. Of course, this was all for show, an act to appear normal to the normal people of Kalispell. Lucinda thought she was so clever. She had tricked the local blood bank into thinking she was a phlebotomist, that she was a doctor who drew blood. And that was where she was headed. She walked out to their front yard and into her car, a white 2019 Toyota Corolla, and began driving to her "place of work." Arriving in front of it, she inwardly groaned, realising it was closed, and she had left her work keys at home. Stepping out of the car, she locked it and leaned on it, trying to figure out what her next move was.

Sage woke up with a start when he heard his father burst into his room. He rolled out of the way as the man lurched into the room, clearly drunk as hell. It wasn't abnormal for him to do that....but it was abnormal for sage to sleep so long, or so deeply. He knew better than that. He supposed he couldn't help it though....he was working at the local tavern, which didn't pay nearly anything to someone of his social rank. Which was definitely an unhelpful thing, as he was trying to protect his little sister, Lizzie (though he always just called her Liz), and run the house since his father obviously wasn't sober enough to ever do that.

Not that you could even call the place a house.....it was a rather small shack, only two room, no bathroom, and the roof had holes in it, with half of it slowly sliding off the base of the building. The wood was rotting, soiling the air, but it was better than nothing. At least, that's what he told himself.

He practically flew out of the room though, now that his father was there and raving. It was a good thing he did too, because even the clip on the side he got was with enough force to make him stagger. The ring on his father's hand caught his side, causing a slow line of blood to drip down his side and he hustled out the door, only slowing once he reached town. He didn't have a car, so he walked the five miles or so to the tavern, which was nestled in between the blood bank and another local shop.