Name: Victoria "Tori" Leanne Ryder

Gender: Female

Age: 95

Apparent Age: 29

Place of Birth: Navajo County, Arizona

Species: Vampire

Coven: Enashe

Appearance: With long brown hair which is just slightly curly with a natural wave one can see a girl next door quality in Tori. She usually wears her hair up in a messy ponytail but sometimes, depending on her daily agenda, she will pull her hair back into a perfectly coiffed bun which makes her look slightly mean. Her brown eyes lend an innocence to her look though they are usually surrounded by black eyeliner and dark eyeshadow. Occasionally Tori will spice things up and paint her eyes the bright, vibrant colors she once did. Her shapely jaw bone adds an aristocratic feel to her look. She has been told that her face is the best part of her anatomy and it is the entire reason she gets hired so often in her field of work.

Tori has long slender legs and a slim but curvaceous body. Standing at 5'11" and weighing an average of 130 pounds she must cope with practically salivating men every single day. One thing that diminishes her attractiveness is the burns along the majority of her midriff and her right arm. On a normal basis she keeps these places covered and in a situation that calls for it in her profession these downfalls are photo shopped out of any pictures.

Being a model Tori is practically on top of the fashion world. Her clothing reflects this. She typically wears designer jeans and leather jackets with black t-shirts and black boots. Though she has been known to were a dress or two. Her apparel is a newer acquisition. If she had worn these things when she was born years ago she would have been at the very least frowned upon.

History:
Tori's life has generally been that of a normal American with a few small acceptions. It is typically a boring tale to recant but she wants it told and so it will be told. Isn't that how the world works? A supermodel wants something and so it must be granted. So here is the tale of the mundane life of Victoria Leanne Ryder as told by Victoria Leanne Ryder.

I was born in Navajo County, Arizona in the United States of America on July 19th 1912. My birth was marked by an amazing event and sometimes I wonder if that wasn't a telling sign of the horrible life I was destined to lead. You see when I was born my parents were being reined down upon by fire. Well not technically but wouldn't that make for a much more interesting story? The true story is that on the exact day I was born, at the exact time, over the exact place a meteor exploded and the debris began to fall onto the little town I was born in. It was an awesome event to start my life off. My parents always teased me about it when I was young. They would call me their little fireball. Julianne Ryder and Richard Ryder were their names and they were the best parents anyone could've ever asked for. They lavished me with gifts and provided everything I needed or ever wanted.

February, 1918
I just watched my daddy go off with the other daddys. I thought I saw him crying and that scared me because I have never seen daddy crying but when I looked again he wasn't crying at all he was simply waving and nodding at mommy. His mouth was moving but I couldn't understand what he was saying. Mommy seemed to though because she was moving her lips too. I just stood there waving and crying and clutching my teddy bear that daddy bought me. I don't know what will happen but I am scared for my daddy. Mommy keeps sayinge everything will be alright but she's making it worse because everytime she says it she repeats it over and over.

December, 1918
Daddy's home! He came back today and everything was finally alright again. It was almost a whole year since I saw my daddy. I missed him so much. I had my birthday while he was away but that's about the biggest thing that happened. Little Timmy Burton pulled my hair at my birthday party and I socked him one. I got in trouble but he deserved it. My daddy's home now though and I know he won't let anything bad happen to me ever again.

August, 1941
It has been 23 years since I found the time to write in this thing. During that time many things have happened. My mother has become a strong activist for women's rights. She was imprisoned during the liberation movement but my father stuck with her through it all unlike a lot of men I knew. I had a few boyfriends but none of them could hold a candle to Jason Wright. He proposed to me just last week. I love him so much and can't wait to get married. We're going to have a Christmas wedding just like I always dreamed about. He comes over to see me every night and we always go out for walks in the garden. I love him so much. Daddy says that he likes Jason too because of the light in my eyes that Jason gives me.

December, 1941
I don't think our wedding is going to happen like we planned. I'm in Hawaii right now with Jason. He is serving on a ship stationed here and he doesn't know if he'll be able to have any leave as we are on the edge of a war right now. I am alright with that though. He continues to apologize profusely but all I care about is being with him I can wait to be his wife if I have to. I'm trying to get a job taking pictures as that is one of my favorite past times here but so far I have had no luck. I'm going down to the docks to see Jason now and surprise him with a steak dinner as daddy just sent me some money.

December, 1941
Last night was horrible. It was the absolute worst night of my whole life. I don't know what I'm going to do now and I really don't know why I'm bothering to write in this stupid diary but I am hoping it will give me a little closure. I went down to the docks like I said I was going to and while I was waiting I heard an explosion and then another and flames were everywhere. I couldn't see Jason's ship anymore as it was suddenly consumed by flames. I froze. I tried to run but I couldn't make my feet move. As I started coughing from all of the smoke and I couldn't catch my breath anymore everything went black. I could feel a cool mist around me and I felt like I was moving but I assumed that was what it felt like to have a fainting spell. Oh how wrong I was. When I awoke I was far away from the wreckage and my neck was in terrible pain. Crouching over me was Jason only he looked different. He looked pale and weak. I could barely make him out as it was so dark where we were but I could see him holding his hand above me and whispering to me to drink. I didn't know what he was talking about until I felt a cold liquid drop onto my lips. Assuming that he had water I licked my lips and to my horror I did not taste water and I suddenly realized exactly what it was I was drinking, Jason's blood. He whispered to me to drink again but I shook my head. Scooping me up in his free arm he brought his wrist to my lips and pleaded with me to drink. I loved him so much I didn't know what to do so I obliged and the more I drank the clearer everything became.

June, 1980
The last four decades have passed by without a hitch. Jason and I are married now and he has taught me all that he knows about being a vampire. I have become a successful model and moved to California. The 60's and 70's were an enjoyable time. As a model I was practically given everything I asked for. I have been spoiled all my life I'm grateful to say. I still have my feet on the ground I like to think. Jason has gotten into writing and he is uncovering some plot that he refuses to tell me about. He is becoming very paranoid though and is constantly talking about moving away. He has talked about moving to a place called Demaitre with one of his friends and joining his friends coven but I am not so sure that is a good idea. Covens are horribly grotesque things that both take this disease we all have and use it as a means to acquire power and also feed from humans like they are mere cattle. I do not wish to be a part of something so horrible, so foul. We shall see what happens.

March, 2007
As Jason drew deeper and deeper into the plot he was found out. Someone was sent to silence him once and for all and silence him they did. I am now alone in the world except for Mariah. She is my closest companion, my only companion. Now it is her husband that wants to go to Demaitre and so I shall go and see what the draw is about this place. Mariah has assured me that the coven they are a part of is not the typical coven but one that typically mingles with mortals and feeds from dead blood. This sounds more my speed.

To say the least you have an interesting character here. At first I thought...a vampire supermodel? And I was skeptical. But your profile has been, well really intimate with just a few words and the journal entry format is really working for you. However I'd like you to add just a few things, firstly maybe something about Tori's view of Covens. How has she come to this view? And remember that while Demaitre is one of the few places that all the Covens have a base of operations, the covens themselves are all over the world.

Think of Demaitre as the vampire U.N. just because the U.N. exists, it doesn’t phase out the individual’s countries governments of the world. Instead it’s just more of the show ground, the main stage as it were.

Secondly I’d like to know more about Jason and his transformation into a vampire.

And finally be careful of your grammar and your paragraph structure. Clear that up and you are most definately approved. You have a really interesting character going.