Name: Kalena
Age: Appears 19
Weapon: Whip, Dagger and just about anything she can get a hold of. X )
Eyes: Crimson.
Hair: Ebony.
Height: Five feet seven inches.
Weight: She isn?t sure. About? 120?
Over all appearance: Ebony strands of hair fell into her bright crimson eyes and soft completion, Her faded black jeans hugged her thighs and her a**. Chains were worn, attached to the belt, hanging against her thigh.. Silver studs, were on the beltstrap of leather. Her whip was in a case strapped to the belt, ready to be used. Covering her torso was a bright pink tank top, contrasting with her optics. On top of it all she wore a heavy black leather jacket. Around her neck was worn an Ankh, and a spiked choker. Her left side of her lower lip was pierced, along with her right eyebrow and left side of her nose. *Please keep in mind she?s a vampire >_<*
She smirked grimly as she strides down the dim streets. She placed her hands into her black leather jacket pockets. What can of fun can I make tonight...Pushing out ebony strands of hair that fell into her face. Crimson eyes clashed with the pink tanktop she wore under her jacket. The stars in the star shone bright tonight. It had looked like that stars hung from a black velvet blanket.
She ran her tongue over the sharp fangs that started to emerge from her gums. Cracking her neck to the right, then the left. Her crimson optics scanned the empty street. She turned into an old alley, the street lights didn't reach the shadows here. Jumping up effortlessly she landed on a roof top building. A bone chilling wind started to pick up from the north, picking up her ebony hair in it's currents. She looked down at the street below her.
She let a yawn escape her lips as she strides into the bar. Opening the door with an effortless push. She cracked her neck to the right, then to the left. Seeing Kazan. Being the in the same clan they talked a fair bit. Her crimson optics looked to the Amia.. noticing the white clothing. She shook her head faintly. Lacing her fingers together she extended her arm, cracking her fingers with a satisfying pop in every finger.
She groaned softly as she shifted her body. Her left arm.. It was killing her. They must have done something before she got away. She closed her eyes tightly. Blocking out the pain that continued to nag. She struggled to get to her feet. Within minutes she stood up. I need to sleep.. She thought to herself. That way.. I will be restored. She nods. She made her way slowly into the trees. She found a soft a spot that was covered in moss. She laid down and was instantly taken over by sleep.
She got into the building by an old door. She smiled to herself. I can crawl through the vents! She laughed at this.. She probably could fit. Her frame was small. She pulled on the big vent. It opened. She smiled. She slipped in. There was enough room for her to crawl. She heard voices as she continued to crawl.. Something about salt? She squinted was there another one? Like her? O_o She shook the idea away from her mind. It wouldn't be so. She was the last. She Looked down into the room.. Someone was laying on the table.. .like her dream. She saw the knife. Anger bubbled inside of her."Just leave.. Go and you don't have to deal with it." A small voice in the back of her head mumbled. She squinted. No. She had to do something. She kicked open the vent. She jumped down, Landing on the table. Her legs on either side of the body. She hissed loudly. With quick movement she grasped the knife.
"How'd you get back in?" The man asked.
"That doesn't matter.. " She thrusted her elbow into his jaw.
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