Character type: daimon
Character name: Annarae
Age: 18
Residence: Seattle, Washington

Description: If Rae had been born into any other life, she could have been a model. Like all of her people, she naturally has blonde hair and blue eyes. However, depending on the type of crowd Rae’s decided to hang with, the color of each can vary. Currently, she has long, brown hair that is usually worn up and caramel colored eyes. Her stock of hair dye and colored contacts is ridiculous. Rae’s tight body and natural beauty are enough to make traffic stop; gods help the fool who gets out to pick her up.

Her style of clothing changes in frequency with her hair and eyes. To suit her current crowd and choice of employment, she wears skimpy skirts and corsets. Her accessories range from fish net stockings to spiked collars, vicious pets to willing humans. Rae’s appearance is as unpredictable as the weather.

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Personality: Even if Rae hadn’t been born an Apollite, she’d still have been a ruthless killer. The girl just loves to torture others way too damn much. Most people cringe at the brutality of street fights and gang killings; this twisted little vixen curls up with popcorn and giggles like a loon.

Rae is a conniving, two-faced, temptress; she’ll say all the right words to get what she wants from you, gain your trust, then stab you in the back just to watch you bleed. She plays with the lives of humans around her like a little girl does with dolls. It’s demented on every level, but she friggin’ loves it. For that reason she spends the majority of her time bouncing back and forth between rival street gangs telling lies and secrets.

While some of her kind hate the life they are cursed with, Rae loves it. She wouldn’t want to live her life any other way. Daimons are probably the only “people” she shows some sort of respect to. So far, it seems the Spathi are the only ones that can keep her under control.

Other information: Her death may be several years away, but Rae is wasting no time in picking up souls. She turned Daimon at the young age of 16.

Intro:

In the sky, the stars were faded out by the street and car lights. At this time of night, the only businesses open were liquor stores, adult video shops, and strip clubs. Most bars were even shut down by now. It was a prime time for Annarae to get down to business, and she did that in the dirtiest of ways. Like her competition, Rae was just hitting the streets. A black and red corset, black skirt, fish-net stockings, and 1-inch heels were her choice of clothing for the night. If it could even be called clothing; her tight, slender body was hardly covered at all. Her long brown hair was pulled up into a messy bun with a few strands hanging down into her face. It gave Rae a “I just got up and I’m ready to play” look that was stunningly sexy on her.

With a walk so graceful it put the other women on the street to shame and an intimidating nonchalance, Annarae paraded herself down the street for all to see. From a bar across the street came the first customer of the night. The other women hiked up their skirts, licked their lips, and flashed their smiles, but not Rae. She strolled straight up to the drunk, unshaven man with a look that said “passing me up would be a huge mistake”.

“Lookin’ for some company, babe?” she said in a deceivingly innocent voice.

“You know it, hunny,” he replied, circling her once with fire in his eyes. “How much for the night?”

“$300, up front.” She figured it was a fair price since the poor man wouldn’t miss it. In two years, Rae’s price hadn’t changed. In two years, she hadn’t been turned down.

Like all men who spent time in this part of town, he had come prepared. He retrieved his wallet from his back pocket to pay her with three crisp, hundred-dollar bills. “I gotta hotel room down the street.” He jerked his head to the left and began walking away. Annarae tucked the money into the left cup of her corset and strutted after him. Humans were so trusting. It truly sickened her.

In the hotel room, the man wasted little time. Minutes after locking the door he was removing his shirt and teasing Rae playfully; but no, she wasn’t going to have that. No worthless human would ever lay a finger on her. As he reached a hand out to stroke her thigh, she grabbed it and snapped his wrist back. The cracking of bone echoed throughout the room and Rae had to cover his mouth to stifle his scream.

“Some day,” she whispered evilly into his ear, “your kind will learn to be more suspicious of others.” His eyes widened with fear and confusion at her words. Faster than he could let out another whimper, Rae spun him around so that his back was to her front, his arm twisted painfully in between them. Her fangs sank deep into his neck as she drained him not only of blood, but of his pitiful soul.

Several minutes later, the unknowing man lay lifeless on the floor as Rae flipped through his wallet. A credit card and $200 were slid into the left side of her corset to accompany the first $300.

“Was it good for you? ‘Cause it was so good for me.” Rae gave a school-girlish giggle before exiting the room by way of the balcony. Sometime tomorrow, the man would be found by housekeeping. The police would be called and, like so many men before him, the man would be labeled the victim of a “sexcapade gone wrong”. The bite marks would be seen as an ironic twist to a vampiric fetish.

Oh, how Rae loved the ignorance of humans.