Dracula

Dracula - The king Queen of all Vampires. Raised by those around her, who had no clue why she acted so.. Strange. Only lurking around in the shadows, coming out at night, speaking to those familiars that were usually seemed more "dark" and "eerie". At the very least, she had the regular diet for a Mirror; Meat and Meat alone.

Eventually, she was ushered off from her birth clan, seeking refuge in shadows across the Scarred Wastleland. She kept to herself, avoiding the swarms of her breed, until she was met with nothing but sunlight bearing down on her. Pulling up her jacket, she continued her journey until she was met with a massive cliff with cracks and crevices. 'Carrion Canyon' Was Dracula's first thought, as she was met with a peculiar bunch of dragons. Those three, who turned out to be Satanas, Minerva, and Icarus, helped lead her to the darkest area of her new home, where she resided for the longest of times. That was, until, she heard word of a Carnevil going through town.

Crawling from her cavern, she, again, pulled her coat upwards and headed out.

As she wandered through the booths, one in particular caught her eyes. Regolio's stand, where he looked for love for other dragons. 'Worth a shot', she thought, as the sudden realization of an eternity of loneliness seemed bored and underwhelming. As Regolio traced her claws and told her of a skydancer who would be her match. Little was she aware that Helsing was a vampire hunter..