Akira Satris

Akira satris
18
Former human vampire

Waist length straight white hair with curly ends human hair used to be a little shorter more curly and a medium brown colour a little on the lighter side

Curvy body type about two inches taller than destiny, pale but used to be slightly more tan as a human

Dark red eyes, first ice blue when she became a vampire because of the boy who turned her. Only turns into blue when he tries to control her and when he is near, old human eyes used to be golden yellow/brown

Not exactly energetic, Akira always looks on the bright side, and tries to help people in need. Though she is generally always friendly, it's not hard for her to disagree with someone and make them her enemy. When with someone she hates, she makes a lot of snarky comments so it's not that hard to tell when she's displeased. Even in the path of fear she tries to wear a strong face, but she can be a crybaby at times. For the most part she's easy going.

She likes cute things, snacking on deserts, dresses (though her personality isn't very "girly") making somewhat lame jokes, animals, cooking (one of her strong suits) and drawing (though she's still pretty terrible at that) She's known for getting sucked into TV, wether it being a soap or a magical anime.

She dislikes people who are know it alls, people who have no regard for others, spicy foods (she somewhat enjoys it but her tongue is weak so it burns her mouth) and anything where she has to work up a sweat. Her sense of direction is terrible.

She lived in a small village with her parents, even among the small population, she didn't stand out that much. Around 13 her parents started getting into fights. She knew her father was going to leave them, but she knew that her mother wouldn't be able to handle it. Though Akira was skeptical about praying, she would pray every night for someone to help them be a happy family again. One night, while her parents were still fighting downstairs she prayed yet again. Though this night felt different. As she finished praying and was getting ready to get into bed, she heard her a bang and her parents scream. She quickly ran to the door and pressed her ear against it, trying to hear what was going on. She heard a faint crying sound, that of her mother's, and a laugh. She grabbed her old baseball bat that was in her closet and gripped it tightly as she slipped out of her room, trying not to make a noise, but her unsteady breathing made it hard. She peered down the stairs and saw no one, so she proceeded to go downstairs. Akira followed the voices into until she was outside the entrance to the living room. Pressing herself against the wall and slightly looked around the corner. She gazed at a big pool of blood, then her eyes moved to her father's lifeless body, his neck looking torn and his torso shredded. Akira heard a whimper coming from the other side of the room, so she moved a little forward to see who did this. A stupid move. She saw her mother looking right back after. "I'm... so... rry.." were her last words. She gasped and dropped the bat, the wood making a loud sound as it made contact with the floor. "Oh hmm? Has someone else come to play?" A snickering male voice came from within the room where her now deceased parents lay. Akira was so terrified she couldn't move. Even though she desperately wanted to run out of the house and call for help, her legs were as they were frozen solid. A boy, about two or three years older than her, with straight, almost shoulder length snow white hair, and stunning icy blue eyes that pierced straight through her heart, approached her with a smirk on his face. "Well, well, well. What do we have here?" He came closer. "A cute little lost sheep." Akira's heart was beating so fast she felt that it would jump out of her chest. She was terrified. She was sure that it would take only a moment to end up like her parents, or she hoped for her sake that it would only take a moment. Chills went down her spine. Her knees went weak and she fell to the floor. The boy came closer and kneeled down in front of her, cupping her cheeks with his cold hands, staring right into her normally warm eyes that have now gone cold. He smiled, a kind, but... twisted smile and let go of her face, and just when she thought he was going to back away, he grabbed her shoulders and bit into her neck. After he finished, he let go of her, Akira's body dropping to the ground, unconcious. When she woke up, she had a moment of peace before remembering the tragedy. She looked around, the boy was no where to be found. Akira ran over to her parent's dead bodies, and kneeled beside her mother, blood soaking in her white night gown. Akira desperately tried to shake her dead mother that lay in her arms, but to no avail. Tears clouded her vision. Then, she noticed. Her hair.. wasn't.. her hair? She got up and looked at a mirror that hanged above the small fire place. Akira was shocked. Her once beautiful golden hair was gone. Her peaceful, warm eyes was gone. She looked almost like.. like that boy who had murdered her parents. She yelled out into the night of her pain she felt in her heart. Akira looked back at the mirror. Was that.. fangs? She had fangs? Come to think of it.. so did that boy. She was so confused, but she knew that whatever happened, she was turning into that monster. Rage filled her, staring at herself in the mirror. She wanted to kill. Her new icy blue eyes sparkled then turned a deep red, that of blood. Then, she heard a loud bang at the front door. She ran out into the hallway and was met by a mob of the people who she was once friends with, villagers of all ages, priests, teachers, all staring at her in digust. "You.. you have to help me! Please!" Akira pleaded out. A tall man, who she had recongized as the head priest in her village came up to her. "We'll help you. The lord will help you. He will get rid of your sin!" The man shouted and brought out a vile of what Akira thought was holy water. She was confused. "Wh.. what?" She mumbled. All of a sudden the priest's face twisted into more digust. He opened the vial and splashed it's contents on her. "Oww!" She yelped out in pain. She thought it was just water! Why did it burn so much?! Akira was terrified. Why have they come to hurt her? She wasn't the one who killed her parents! As a last desperate hope of survival, she turned and ran out the back door, into the night. She ran and ran until she ran out of breath, deep into a forest. Akira's legs gave up and she fell to the ground, her blood stained gown getting wet with leaves. She covered her face and cried. After what seemed like hours of crying, she heard a meow. She quickly looked up and noticed a black cat in front of her. Akira held out her hand, and the cat rubbed against it, purring. Despite what had happened that night, she smiled faintly. Though, what happened next she did not expect. "You poor girl" a female voice whispered softly. "W-who's there?!" She was surprised. "Meow~ It's just me" The cat came closer to her "I know what happened to you." Akira looked at the cat "What.. what DID happen to me?" The cat looked down, then back up at her. "That vampire, he's very dangerous. He killed your parents. But, it was surprising.. he never.. turned a human before.." Akira leaned in closer to the cat. "What do you mean, turned a human?" The cat looked straight into her eyes, with a serious face. "You.. you are no longer human. You're a vampire now. Like him." Akira gasped. "A-A vampire?! Like him?" Somehow, it all made sense to her. For about half a year since that night, the cat traveled with Akira, helping her adapt to her new body and powers, until one day she just left. Then, a bit after that, Akira met Destiny, and they traveled together.