Diana Harris | Vampire

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✧Educated
✧Emotionally strong
✧Protective of those she values as friends
✧Unwavering loyalty to Lucien
✧Polite

Negatives (At Least 3):
✦TOO loyal to Lucien
✦Has some pretty bad blood lust
✦Quick to anger
✦Holds grudges
✦Values class statuses too much

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Parents: Carlotta Diana [Reid] Harris - Mother, deceased. Alexander Benjamin Harris - Father, deceased 
Siblings: Benjamin Joseph Harris - Elder brother, deceased. Virginia Reid Harris - Younger sister, deceased 
Other Family: None that are alive
Important Others: Lucien and the others
History: Diana was born in 1920 in Boston. Her parents had been married only a few short years before her elder brother, Benjamin was born. Diana followed two years later. After another few years, Virginia was born. With her two siblings, they lived a happy, carefree life with her parents. They were upper middle class and never wanted for much. The children went to school, which Diana always loved. Education enthralled her greatly. Her mother stayed at home while her father worked. A business man working in the family business, he had high pull within the company and it welcomed their household to a deciding factor in her life- money.

When Diana got much older, she found a young man she was utterly infatuated with. A dark stranger came into town and began to work as an intern at her father's company. At twenty years old, she would find any excuse to be there. The young man introduced himself as Xander and the two hit it off. He said he was born in Europe and came to America for work and, hopefully, a family. Diana fell in love with him tremendously fast. He proposed to her and she eagerly accepted. Her father, however, would not bestow his blessing upon her. So, she decided to elope.

Unfortunately, that was the first step down a path she would regret. She and Xander packed their belongings and eloped. However, when they got somewhere secluded after a long journey, he grabbed her, slammed her against a wall, and began to feed on her blood. All she remembers from that night was his eyes blazing and his laughter before she fell into darkness, his blood on her lips.

When she awoke, she began going through the changes as a vampire. A clan took her in and began to teach her everything she needed to know. She did not return to her family for many decades. When her father passed away and left his fortune to his only living heir, she appeared back on the scene, claiming her identity. Everyone thought they saw a ghost and her brother threatened her, claiming she was a monster. Rage filled her body and she killed him, the blood driving her mad. She took the money her father left her and started her journey through the States, a trail of blood following her.

After a few more decades, she settled down in an area with no local vampires. It was 1979. She changed her flapper attire for more modern, preppy clothes. She was relatively happy. She lived as an heiress, the money earned- and stolen- over the decades enough for her to live comfortably. Soon, however, it seemed that some hunters got wind of her trail. In the fall of 1981, a group of them cornered her while she was hunting. She had feared she was going to be killed. But it was worse. They injected her with dead man's blood, leaving her weak. They raped her. When they got their fill and she was left to rot, an angel appeared before her.

At least, she thought of him as an angel. Lucien saved her from a fate worse than death. He tended to her wounds, healed her in every way and she began to idolize this man, a true god in the flesh. She vowed to follow him after that, his intense power and charisma entrancing. She swore off human blood at his urging, simply because it pleased him. She felt a sense of love for him, though she never actually voiced it. Lucien, and the other followers, became her life.




Alias: Angel
How did you find us?: Revan <3
Experience: About 10~ years
Other Characters: Angel Johnson, Jackson Johnson, Erika West
RP Sample: 

The Beginning...

Angie swept back her hair from her eyes, putting a strand behind her ear as she glanced at the map she held on the steering wheel. From her research- and digging through her grandfather's things most of the summer- she was close. The witch she was after was only a few miles away at this point. Apparently she opted to live on a farm house, away from any unsuspecting humans who would stumble over her. And anyone who was stupid enough would never be found again. After all, a thousand things could happen out in the middle of nowhere. A frown creased her lips at that. Everything was just too perfectly set up. She wouldn't be surprised if the witch answered looking like an old woman. It would be a sick sense of irony that made her stomach flip. Humor in the moment was lost to her.

Turning the black truck down the gravel road towards a distant farmhouse, Angie quickly put the map on the passenger seat. It was only a mile away, but it felt like a lifetime. With her pistol hidden inside of the jacket she wore, she quickly adjusted her hair and her appearance to look like that of a ditzy college student who had lost their way. It was the only way she'd be able to get through the door. Inhaling for a moment, she reached in her pocket and pulled out a stick of gum to chew on, snapping and popping it to get in the feel of it.

Moments later, she parked her truck beside an older car in the driveway. Apparently brooms are out of style still. she thought sourly. The farmhouse was brightly colored with a wraparound porch. It looked like a grandmother's house with the lawn ornaments and everything. Tricky witch. She moved out of the truck and walked up to the door, ringing the doorbell before looking around, feigning interest. In all reality, she was looking for any exterior telltale signs of witchcraft. Nothing looked out of the ordinary. But inside would tell her different. A moment later, an older woman answered the door curiously, smiling a bit, clearly surprised. "Hi. Sorry to be a bother, but my truck is completely out of gas and my cell is out of service. Can I borrow your phone to call a tow truck?" The older woman nodded and allowed her in. The gun in her pocket felt heavy. At least with it being a farm house, no one would know what happened. Taking her first step into the house, Angie knew that there was no more going back after this. It was just the beginning.



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