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Erissa the Endeavling

Name: Veronica Krause.
Alias: Seven; Virius; Vi.
Gender: Female
Appears: Nineteen.
Specie: Hybrid.
Ethnicity: German.
Birth Date: November seventh.
Zodiac: Scorpio.
Orientation: Heterosexual with bisexual undertones.
Sexual Temperament: Submissive.
Partner: Pierce Krause.
Occupation: Unemployed; Queen of Hell.
Father: Xavier Van Moure; alive.
Mother: Ari Delion; alive.
Brother(s): Ivan Watts; alive.
Sister(s): n/a.
Daughter(s): Alexia Krause; alive.
Morgan Krause; alive.
Cynthia Krause (adopted); alive.
Son(s): Dante Krause; alive.
Lucian Krause; alive.
Friend(s):
Ability(s): Soon.
Height: five foot, four inches.
Weight: one hundred, thirty-five pounds.
Build: slender but very voluptuous with an hourglass figure which is to say her hips are plump forming a round rear end, tiny waist and large bust (D-cup).

Eyes: narrow shaped, silver colored.
Hair (style): longer in length with just reaching her lower back with tapered styled bangs parted more off to the left than right and tend to hang in her face (without impairing her vision), black in color.
Hair (color): black.
Skin tone: fair; pale with faint pink undertones.

Scarring(s): over her right eye is a pointed slash, barely reaching her cheek while coming above her eyebrow, matching slash a crossed her left cheek, dozens of fang marks littering her neck [appear almost like freckles], an elegant scripted "P" upon her left breast [top], crescent moon around her navel.
Tattoo(s): digital number seven under her left eye.
Piercing(s): three; both nipples and her "down stairs".
Likes: horror movies, attention, being spoiled, Pierces lap/bed/arms/hair/body/etc, thick comforters, being abused by her Master, violence, ghosts/ghost stories, being right, thunderstorms, candle light, traveling, felines, pleasing Pierce, sex, being bitten, violin, piano, organ and opera.

Dislikes: cheerful situations, sunlight, perky people, clowns, bright colors, most humanoid life, Dr. Watts, Michael, the Laboratory, liars, being used and/or tricked, medicines, stitches, betrayal, the French.

Traits: suicidal, masochistic, dedicated, intelligent, charming, dogmatic, easily manipulated, seductive, mysterious, attention hungry, sarcastic, paranoid, addictive personality, spiteful, stubborn, morbid, unrestrained with words, calculating, rebellious, holds grudges, bratty.
Zombie for all of the gifts! ♥️
001 graphics and coding by boogleloo.

002 artwork by Lavabeast, minis by User not found: romancer & overlay by User not found: inversitle.

As the storm steadily raced its way toward the tiny village below I continued to steadily grow more and more impatient waiting for Puppet to return with my meal (and she will have it) for the evening. I started to emit a low growl in my impatience but the familiar scent of the pathetic doll sliced threw the thick air like a knife. I could feel the smug smirk creeping onto my lips.

I didn’t have to wait long (finally learning I see) for her to scale her way to the candle lit room I was waiting in; my unconscious meal laying helplessly a crossed her arms.

I calmly unfolded my feet onto the floor below and made my way over to the doll. Promptly pinching hold of the humans chin and lifting her up by that petite face and deeply inhaled the alluring scent wayfaring from her neck. I grinned widely, letting out a deep, contented sigh before I viciously ripped my fangs into that soft flesh of her neck making sure not to let a single drop of her blood escape me as my other hand slid along her spine and began to slit the strings to her dress; letting it slowly slither it’s way off of her body.

But as I drew back, letting a content hiss escape, my eyes narrowed. A female singing in my home?! I dropped the humans corpse to the floor below and snatched Puppet by the neck, drawing her near my face. Mouth in a snarl.

“Idiot.” I growled. “You let someone into my castle.” Promptly swinging her into the stone wall, ignoring the candles toppling over or her detached arm “Pathetic thing.” I murmured bitterly aloud as I began to make my way to greet my unwelcome “guest” personally.

Silently I glided down the steps of the spiraling staircase; my long black leather jacket flowing effortlessly behind me as I took each step. Whoever this creature, this woman, was she will regret coming uninvited into my home. The mere thought of it enraged me further! I kept silent however as not to alarm my unwelcome guest and made my way to where the sound and intoxicating aroma drift from. Such enticing blood for that of a vampire. I could almost taste it in fact. Perhaps, I should save this woman for later and make this woman my property. I smirked widely at the thought of the idea. Yes, what an excellent idea, indeed.

It wasn’t much longer before I could see her as I lingered back away from her, unnoticed. She had a body almost enticing as her scent. All the better to keep her. I remained a good distance away for now (waiting for the absolute perfect moment to reveal my presence) as she curtsied to the painting on the wall. How interesting.

“Good evening, Sire.” Her voice was soft, almost entrancing (I’m sure I could find a use for it) in a way. “Which would you recommend, Sire? Left or right?” She questioned the painting on the wall just before nodding to the silence. “Ah, thank you, Sire. Left it is.” She once more curtsied to the painting before making her way down the corridor.

I smirked. Perfect. I seized the moment (and her shoulder) and whispered, in a ominous tone. “No, but I’m here.” I didn’t have to wait long for her to start to turn toward me, to which I snatched her tightly by that pretty little neck of hers and trashed her into the stone wall; pinning her there.

“What are you doing in my home?”

(Pierce belongs to Zombie; written by Pestilence)