Name: Erin Jade Walker

Gender: Female

Age: 30

Apparent Age: 20

Place of Birth: Tokyo, Japan: December 19, 1978

Species: Vampire

Coven: Independant (for the moment)

Appearance: The first thing one would notice about the girl would be her bright green eyes, which sparkle with mischeif and life, even though she technically is 'dead' and seem to give a small glow in the dark. When she was alive, she had a natural golden tan. But once she was drained, her skin tone was only a little bit darker than your average peice of parchment... yellowish white. Her hair is a shimmering golden, almost blonde but not quite, brown hair that reaches just below her shoulder blades. She has a rather slender build, of an average height of 5' 5''. She had gained her womanly curves before being turned, and she can't seem to fill them out even more.. though some have told her that her curves are delectible.

She's got 2 tattoo's, one on each hip. One is a a star on her right hip, the inside colored in with various shades of blue, for it was her favorite color. The other is upon the left hip, the word Angelesque was written in gold, Wings coming out of the A and the L, and it seemed to shine because of the rich colors on her pale skin. She has a peircing in each ear, two in one. One in the earlobe and one in the cartilage, and a scar running down the back of her neck to her sholderblade.


Abilities: -see extremely well in almost pitch darkness
-Almost disappear if she runs at her full speed, only can be seen by vampires.
-Strength of 2 men
-Leap from great distances


History: A rather thick brown leather bound book sat upon a table, seeming to be abandoned a long time ago. It lay there in an abandoned home, which had not been lived in what seemed like 20-30 years.. and fell into much disrepair. It wasn't one of those nice haunted mansions... just an abandoned home that was soon to be condemned by the city.

Story of my life: Diary of Erin Jade was the title of the book, or diary it seemed to be.. The pages were old, but not quite yellowing yet. The writing was in delicate cursive, carefully written instead of hasty script in which most people wrote now a days.

"Februrary 12, 1998

My mother gave me this before I went off to college, I guess she wants to know exactly what I think about for the years I'm in college. I probably won't write in it very much... Probably to the dissappointment of whoever desires to read this (besides my mother). Anyway, I guess I'll start with my general life up until now.. to give you a general overview. I started my sophmore year this year at Oxford University in London, I'm studying to become a lawyer.

I was born in Tokyo, Japan on December 19, 1978 .. am I japanese? No. I was born to two bilingual, about to become tri lingual parents, who spoke English and Spanish.. and I learned Japanese within the first few years of my life. I grew up speaking the three languages frequently, to both of my parents and friends. I am a military brat, never staying in the same place for more than 3 or 4 years. I couldn't even begin to keep up with all the cities I've visited around the area's I lived.

My family (Mother, Father, Older brother) and I lived in Tokyo, Japan for 2 years, when I learned to walk and talk most of Japanese and English and Spanish that the normal child of either of those regions would be able to speak. I was a smart girl, and caught on rather easily to the three languages, though they were near to nothing alike. When I was three and four we lived in Madrid, my father was always away with the air force in one place or another.. so my mother basically raised both me and my big brother Gabriel. I loved my dad dearly, but he was never around and we were always suprised when he was home for dinner some random night a week and I was even happier than the average three or four year old for that day. I never understood why he needed to be away from us when I was young, and I didn't understand that it was his job to.

Anyhow, other than the whole 'growing up' thing, not much happened until I hit my teens. Sure, I'd thrown a fair bit of tantrums as every little girl does every once in a while. We'd jumped from Tokyo (1 & 2) to Madrid, Madrid (3-5) to London, London(6-9) to a remote city in Switzerland whose name I can't remember, from the remote city in Switzerland (10) to Atlanta, Georgia. Now that was an interesting experiance, going from European society to American society. It was like living on two totally different planets, America was progressing like no tomorrow and Atlanta was an extremely busy city. Anyhow, I lived in Atlanta till I was fourteen.

When I hit my teens, I started becoming moodier as many kids do. I smarted off to my parents as many american teens do, but little did I know that southern teens were supposed to be much more respectful to their parents than I'd thought. My friends never would have thought of saying half of the things I said to my mother. One day when I got ticked off, because she wouldn't let me go to the movies with my friends. My mom gave me a 'time out', or 'grounding' for a full 3 months after that argument. Needless to say, I didn't smart off to her like that again. I learned to either keep my mouth shut, or try to 'debate' my point instead of raising my voice.

But it was also at that time that I learned I loved to argue, whether my point was valid or not.. I argued it anyway. I developed sarcasm at this age, and my friends were constantly laughing during class at the little comments I made during class. I smarted off to teachers, under my breath, and grew a little rebellious streak. That was fully visible when I got a cartilage peircing when I was at one of my friends houses, I thought it got infected and I had to tell my parents. The infection wasn't really an infection, just swelling. I'd gotten scared and thought they'd lob my ear off or something if the 'infection' got worse. They allowed me to keep it, but I was grounded for a month.

At the end of my grounding, we moved again. It was in the middle of the summer when my dad got relocated back to Tokyo. He went up a few months before we came, to get things set up. Tokyo is where I stayed until I was 18, old enough to go to college in London, and I packed up and left as soon as I graduated and went on a senior trip with my best friends. My parents pay for everything still, and I'm not independent.. and don't have a job. Which really doesn't bother me. My brother is a Senior at Oxford this year, but he doesn't know what he wants to do job wise yet, and I guess that's ok. You could get into almost any post college schools to train for the job you want if you have an Oxford education. I'm not really worried about him.. he's a good 'kid'.

I don't really date, I've had 2 boyfriends to this day. One when I was in my junior and senior year in Tokyo, but we had more problems right before graduation and we broke up. We still talk over the phone, in Japanese. We'd always been really good friends, we were pen pals for a while because our parents were good friends before we moved back. He's a sweetheart, and I'm glad he's still my friend.

The second boyfriend, however, didn't end so well. I caught him cheating on me with another girl right before christmas break this year. I'd met him on my senior trip when we were passing through London, and I gave him the address to my flat and we (Me and my besties) finished off our trip. He left a red rose on a string tacked to the door the day I told him we'd be back, with a note that said he was looking forward to seeing me. The next day we went out on a date, and it just skyrocketed for a while after that. He was romantic, sweet.. everything I wanted really. My friends said there was something off about him, but I didn't listen to them.. I know I should now. Anyway, long story short, I found him kissing some other girl whose name I don't even know in the soccer stadium and I left him. He's stalked me, but a few of my friends that play rugby roughed him up and he hasn't bothered me since. I have seen him a few times, but he just looked at me as I walked away, hasn't said a thing. It's 2 days from Valentines day, and my friend has said she knows someone who wants to ask me to be their Valentine. I don't know about that, but we'll find out soon won't we?

My hand is cramping, I'm tired of writing so I'm going to stop now." A little drawing of roses shaped in a J was the girls signature.

"August 30, 1998

So, the rest of sophmore year went by pretty uneventfully. I don't really like writing in this thing, but I thought I'd give a sort of update. Anyhow, I went hopping around Europe this past summer with a couple of friends I'd made at Oxford.. but there was something off about the entire trip. I felt like we were being followed the whole trip. I may just be paranoid, but I was the only one who noticed.

I'm probably being ridiculous, who would follow me around? Honestly... Anyhow.. Me, Julie, Chris, Stephanie, Aaron, Allen, Ken-doll, Adrian, and Adrianna went to many country's, mostly backpacking and camping on camp grounds in the 'forests'. We saw most of Germany, France, Switzerland, Spain, and Portugal.. renting cars in certain places but walking most of the way. We are really outdoorsy when we are around each other, always studying outside and playing frisbee or something. We love being out in the sun, watching the sun rise and set together... it's amazing how much we've grown as friends over just a year. My roomate was Julie, who was with Chris at the time... Chris is a Junior and knew Aaron, Allen, and Ken-doll who knew Adrian and Adrianna and Stephanie. Intricate web of people, I know. I met a lot of other people who I talk to regularly, but I'm not best friends with them like I am the rest. Anyhow, that Valentines day I did get a valentine, but we only dated for a week. It so happened to be Adrian that liked me. He's cute, but I didn't really like him all that much.. we were better off as friends.

Now I'm in my junior year at Oxford, and life is decent." here she doodled a little smiley face. "I'm happy just being single for now, no more dating rather needlessly. I'm going to wait for someone who really deserves to be with me. Anyhow, that's all folks. I'm off, there's a frisbee calling out my name that needs to be tended to. Adios!" She drew her little signature again, and that was the end of that passage.

"January 18, 1999

I met the most wonderful man today at a local coffee shop, 'Queen Lane Coffee house' to be exact. He's mysterious, yet tells me a lot about himself. It was evening when I came to get my coffee, and when the moon was out and the stars shone above England, a man with black and red hair strode in.. black with deep red highlights I think, and the most startling silver blue eyes I had ever seen. He was absolutely the most handsome man I had ever seen in Oxford, and intrigued me from the start. I had to stop drinking my coffee to make myself not choke upon it! He sat beside me and looked me in the eye, giving me a dashing smile. I observed that his canines were rather pointy, but he hid them behind his lips soon enough. I soon forgot about them, until now at least. He told me his name was Xander, and he kissed my hand when he took it. I couldn't help but blush, the man was a complete charmer. If I were any other girl, I would have just leapt over the table onto him... but seeing as I am not just any other girl, I kept my cool besides the blush.

We talked for an hour or two at Queen Lane's, before I told him I had to go back to my flat. I stood and so did he, nodding his head. He told me that it would simply be unacceptible for me to walk home by myself, and he escorted me home. Before I went inside, he kissed me... in the middle of my saying goodnight. He whispered goodnight against my lips, and turned and walked down the hallway. My legs were unable to move for quite a few moments.. and I stumbled into my flat and shut the door, leaning against it for support.

Needless to say, I can't wait to see Xander again. He has something most men here at Oxford don't... the ability to suprise me. And I love it.

Until we meet again, fair diary,"

Here she drew her signature again, but then a small little P.S. was written at the very bottom of the page.

"P.S. I will write again, when I see him... I feel an urgent need to. Is he the one?"

((Still working on it.))