Name: Amelia J Malkavian
Gender: Female
Age: 21-Years Old

Apparent Age: 19-Years Old
Place of Birth: St. Petersburg - Russia

Species: Vampire.

Sire's Coven: Nephim Coven
Coven Status: Independent

Amelia is an even toned slender woman from her overall view to the public from her human years of physically keeping in shape through methods still unknown to both her and the other's who surround her. From just her flawless body alone, one can tell she was active from her more defined areas of her stomach, chest, thighs, and arms. Although most of this could just merely be from the timeframe she was born in but anything is uncertain nowadays with cosmetic surgery and dieting—though the blood never lies, as it proves that she was a healthy woman in her human days as her blood flows richly throughout her body in bright reds over the darkness of the blood of a smoker for example, who's blood runs shades deeper and taste far more bitter to the average vampire who may consume from them.

From her height of five foot-six inches, she stands at an even range between taller and average sized women, as her curves from a distance may draw off her true height with width. Along side her womanly curves comes the curves of her face and full seductive lips, of which words of lust lure in her prey and next toy of the night to sink her sharp marble white fangs in for a nightly meal to last her until her next needed meal.

Now from her lips many notice her fragilely innocent cheekbones that may be blushed with the faintest layers of makeup. While her eyes stand alone as most of the time her dark onyx-coal eyes lay piercing against their white background, while embroidered with a heavy layer of eyeliner and darker shades of makeup to truly have her eyes stand out of the crowd as not always she'd be able to use the words from her lips to catch a meal—Which now leaves her hair.

Her most prized possession other than her matured chest, her ebony-black hair continues to give her a more innocent human look but as it may be curly-straight, long or short, her hair determines if she's to be the mistress of the night or just an innocent, well semi-innocent, woman of the night.

Born and raised on Russian rich soil, Amelia was raised along side her twin and equal opposite, Sophie. As of the levels of growth and economy divided the land within the two branches of the poor and rich—She was lucky and unlucky at the same to be among the rich and famous. Her father Jack "The Ripper" Malkavian was head of an Anti-Terrorist group called The Russian Assault Confederation or RAC for short. It was an advanced organization branch of the military that only a small dangerous few was honored to be apart of. The group was nothing more than a battalion of ex-cons, murderers, and bad scientists of which the American's feared as they secretly mixed illegal chemicals together in order to form the perfect Biohazard formula of the perfect weapon. Gases and other dangerous products were made within the laboratories behind the Russian border as those who were not of the scientific field were placed on the battlefield of training that left many dead and only a few to survive and make it among the ranks of the RAC.

Yet as the RAC organization was merely a concentration camp and left hundreds dead, the officers showed no mercy as women were rarely put within the organization with false hopes of fighting for payment as they were soon forced and marked down as mere games of entertainment, shared as mere trophies amongst the men they became nothing but whores of sorts. And alas Amelia's father cared little for the feminine views of life as he treated his own wife in the same fashion whenever he actually saw her, as he looked down on his wife with little respect as she bore him twins and neither one male. He didn't want a daughter or another whore in his eyes walking around in the same household as himself, he merely wanted one child—a son, nothing more, nothing less.

Still even as the wife of two was treated so poorly, her loving personality never seemed to fade away as she would take care of both her children best way she knew she could. Not that she was in denial but it was for the mere fact that she wanted her children to have a better future for themselves as she filled their little minds with dreams that they could be anything they wanted to be in life—Anything they wanted even if men were to doubt them, they could still be anything no matter what it was. And as Amelia came up from her young-toddler years, she noticed that her father would look down upon her sister and herself but most of the time would look away. She craved his attention as it was the only thing she wanted, just to hear him say that he loved her and was proud of her—just to hear him say that she was better than some regular boy, he could've had in replace of her.

At the age of eight she soon began to leave her twin, Sophie to play with their nanny as she began to follow her father to work and through the streets of the undergrowth of Russia as she took the time to see the differences of her life and those of the greater need. It was then she seen her first corpse or dying man to be more exact. She couldn’t take her eyes off the man of dying need as many walked passed him and yet she just stood there and stared with wide eyes as she was confused and frightened for the first time since she first watched her father hit her mother. The man just seemed to look at her from the falling snow with a dying glaze before grunting to himself at the sight of her proper and well-dressed figure. Amelia couldn't understand why he shunned her out as eagerly as she seemed to be the only one to acknowledge his presence on that cold winter day.

Soon the man just stopped moving all together as she soon paled a shade lighter than she normally would; noticing that she was drawing more unlikable attention, she quickly ran after her father's footsteps as he remained completely anonymous to her stalking small feet. She dared not touch him as he kept a steady foot count as he was unfazed by the numerous eyes staring at both him and his daughter who trailed quietly behind him.

Of course he soon turned around to look at Amelia's small figure following him annoyingly, he grunted and narrowed his eyes as in that very moment he struck his hand across her pale innocent face in disapproval. Grabbing her by the wrist, she gasped in pain as tears sprung from her eyes he glared at her with the most frightening look she ever seen. Crying out she soon bit her lip as he was about to hit her again, she put her free arm up in defense as she quickly explained her reason for following him in-between sobs and violent jerks of her captive wrist as he shook her entire body roughly.

Jack did nothing but laughed at her darkly and told her to go home but much to his surprise she refused, and yet he still continued to laugh and told her to leave once more. Again her answer was No and his laugh was starting to get on her last nerves and before she could stop herself, she slapped his side with as much force as she could to show him that she wasn't going to go. Crying and screaming as she attacked his side until he finally stopped his haunting laugh and looked down at the feisty raven-haired girl that refused to leave. Normally his first intention was to smack her once again and force her to go back home, but instead as he was so close to his destination he merely growled and grabbed Amelia by her small waist and tossed her violently over his shoulder.

Screaming in protest as her feet left the ground; she felt a hard smack hit her back as her petite stomach was forcefully smashed up against the arch of his shoulder. His grip was so harsh and so tight that breathing properly became a challenge as she was soon dragged off to their final destination and from there she would be treated like a full grown man and forced to work as such.


Days soon passed as Jack started to wonder if Amelia would ever tire of the harsh conditions and sexual tensions that surrounded her in the sea of tormented and challenged men, and much to his mocking surprise she remained but not the same as she put up a front to try and get her superiors from treating her differently as she became further dedicated to make her flesh and blood proud. Soon weeks began to pass and her mentality remained the same, while her father still believe that she would eventually give up and return to her dolls but yet it never happened as she began to spend less and less time away from home and when she was home she was either eating or sleeping and some nights she would skip eating all together from exhaustion that soon took over her body.

Her days seemed to get shorter and yet longer as she rose within the ranks of respect but still was doubted of her abilities for being a female and in terms of "Could she kill a man?"; the question rang loud and clear to many of those who training along side of her as bets were made of whether or not she would be able to do it.

But then everything just stopped completely….

The usual schedule was changed as her father soon left earlier than usual, leaving Amelia behind completely clueless as to what was going on she decided to stay home that day and finally spent more time along side her twin and mother in the kitchen. Hours soon went by and yet her father didn't return; Pass dark now it was as Amelia and Sophie were soon setting off to bed after their tutoring but as Sophie laid sleeping, Amelia stared at their painted yellow door as sounds of her father soon reached her ears along side her mother's low whispering voice.

Climbing out of her warm comforter and tip-toeing towards the door, she merely cracked the door open and watched her drunken father argue almost silently with her mother. Neither one seemed to be happy as their voices soon became louder and louder as the first hit was made…

Her mother Antonia lay wide-eyed on the cold floor holding her cheek with a pained expression as she reached up to try and avoid his second strike as he hit her again as if hitting a man. She screamed while her husband began to get even more violent and overly beat her continuously with the full force of his knuckles. Trying to crawl away from him, she managed to slip into her bedroom away from Amelia's train of horror stained vision. It wasn't long until Jack followed in pursuit nearly tripping over his own feet as he angrily slammed the door behind him and the real screaming began as he shouted with every blow he inflicted on the mother without a care in the world.

His daughter soon ran out of her own bedroom and silently closed the door on her still sleeping twin as she stood in front of her parent's bedroom unsure about what to do as her face paled in fear about what her father might be doing to her mother. Her hand soon touched the doorknob but a violent brash against the door forced her hand back as she could just hear her mother clawing on the thick wood of the door for freedom as her screams seemed more and more frantic as the pounding sounds of flesh against flesh beat loudly in Amelia's ears.

Beginning to cry as her entire body began to shake, she could feel her heart pounding out of control as she didn’t know what to do or how to react as her mother soon became silent on the other side of the door and her father's heavy breathing was the only thing that she could hear along side her heartbeat—Soon something red, not even red, a dark shade of crimson touched her bare feet as blood soon trailed from the other side of the door. Closing her eyes tightly, she grabbed the doorknob once more and slowly began to open the door as a body, her mother, lay unnoticeable as she collided with Amelia face first.

Screaming at the top of her lungs but yet nothing came out her mouth, as Amelia soon panicked and let her faceless mother fall straight to the ground like an oversized petite China doll. Breaking down into tears of sadness, horror, and anger of own her fears that prevented her from opening up the door minutes ago, she felt helpless and driven by fear as her body shook uncontrollably while she dropped to her knees to try helplessly to bring her fallen mother back to life.

A snicker was all she could hear aside from her tears, as her father soon grabbed her mother's corpse by her feet and soon flung her body carelessly over his shoulder and walked back into the bedroom. Watching with anger filling her tear-filled eyes she sat emotionless and motionlessly on the pool of blood as she stared daggers into the man's back for revenge building in her system. Just staring blankly at his back as her mother's head just waved back and forth, she was so gone to even realize her so-called father open up the window and so mercilessly toss her mother's corpse out like yesterday's trash into the backyard.

Still she sat there on the floor with her fingertips crushing the inside of her palms as the pain of her nails piercing through her skin didn’t seem to register in her mind—tears seemed to have vanished all together, while her eyes filled with hate for the first time as she vowed to herself mentally that she wouldn't hesitate to protect her opposite, who now just stood in the doorframe of their shared bedroom with a confused and terrified expression embedded on her face.

From that point on everything just seemed to change as Amelia would train herself at home as she refused to speak or even look at the man she once tried to impress for even when he was sober he felt so remorse for his late-wife as he brought in random women from off the streets and into the very bedroom of which the walls were once stained with blood. The sick pig, Amelia always thought of him as while Sophie, who although didn't see her mother's death, called him worse and multiple times would try to torment him by doing the opposite of what she was told to do.

Things just started to seem to get worst before they ever gotten better as the women her father brought into their home, not even, their living space, the arguments just seemed to happen more and more often to the point of where each body within the bordering walls remained silent until otherwise needed to speak. The kitchen soon became deserted as no one, except the new housekeeper dared to walk in without being plagued by memories of the woman who used to always bless the stone-white space with sweet and savory foods everyday. The hallway carpet had to be replaced as the blood stains still remained and threatened to mark up the wood underneath. A lot of things changed along with the people who remained and dared not to leave.


Months soon passed and things began to get aggressive as possible suitors began taking interest in Sophie for her more open-personality and Amelia for her bold back-bone, but yet neither was of fifteen-years yet. Amelia was bitterer about being possibly handed off to some random old man who needed a wife and in response she armed herself well. In the fall of her fifteenth year she made her first kill as she stabbed multiple wounds into the lower gut and chest of a suitor who took No for Yes as his hands seemed to want to wander elsewhere. Looking around bitterly at the audience that witnessed her kill in the middle of the living room, she rose from her seat and excused herself to her room.

Her father was left amused and humored by her bold display, as he just watched the dying man gasp and squirm on the floor. Taking his own leave onto the military grounds, he didn't hold back to tell his story about how a girl was so quick to kill a middle-aged man in broad daylight over her hand in marriage. Many were amused and laughed as Jack further went deeper and deeper into details to catch the attention of his right-hand man, Damien Julius. A man with no values or regards to life as he kills for pleasure and just out of boredom.

It wasn't soon afterwards, out of Amelia's sight, she was to be betrothed to the heartless man without even the first meet or even choice to the matter of which she was to wed. Married at eighteen and that’s all there was to say, no Its, Ands, or Buts about it. But yet when all said was done, she decided to make her own choices and her own goals as she at age seventeen, just a month before her eighteenth, fled into the night and out of the country with her sister by her side all the way.

A search was soon put into effect to find the twins only to be proven helpless as not a trail of evidence was made to find their path. Not able to leave the country many decided just to quit looking for the two but Jack had other things in mind and whether or not Amelia liked it, she was to be wedded even if he had to drag her back himself. He knew all too well about his right-hand's history and he wasn't about to endanger his own life because a girl refused to give herself up. And alas, he did fear—he feared Damien's wrath and his alone. Just the stories this twisted man spoke about his killings made many men scared and caused others to flee. Disbelief would only get an example of what Damien was truly capable of and unfortunately for those who wanted proof were killed in the process as their deaths were made slow and painful as they were only given 13 days to live before they were release from his grasp and forced out into the streets and to their deaths.

Leaving the borders of Russia, Jack began his search and with this Amelia and Sophie soon caught notice of this as they spotted him once by accident in London, England. They were both confused as to what his intentions were until they zoomed into the conversation he was having with a pub owner about marriage. It was all too obvious about what he wanted but what still laid on the minds of the twins was: Marriage to whom and by who? But soon marriage became plural as they decided that it was best if they divided and played their cards right alone to try and confuse their father from hiding either one. Yet, it was all Sophie's idea as Amelia became stubborn for she became the mother figure in the situation and refused to part with her flesh and blood but yet after a while of arguing she had no choice but to surrender and follow through with the agreement of meeting up every two months in Spain or the United States.

Separated but yet together for near two years, Amelia was cursed with her own emotionless mask as she traveled down to Egypt to be faced by her superior of which she under estimated as she slept within the night, while a tall dark figure crept into her hotel room. It was silent as the visitor was even more unnoticeable until his leg brushed up against her bedside. Slowly one of her eyes opened and stared at the roaming figure around her bedside, her hand slipped underneath her pillow for her blade and gripped the handle tightly as she was about to draw it but then she suddenly went numb…

Her entire body just seemed to go paralyzed from her neck down as her eyes snapped open with displeasure and horror as she could no longer move. Soon her body was forced to face upwards as she was now staring at the ceiling while the male figure came walking to the side of her bed and grabbed the knife from her hand. Questioning him with sarcasm in her voice, the unknown man just merely shook his head and inquired that he was indeed one of the dead, children of the night, a vampire. Oh course Amelia didn't believe him and kept pressing his buttons with mocking jokes as he attempted to proof himself to her out of pride and yet she still mocked him.

He ripped the handle of her door off and she insisted that he was on steroids. He bared his fangs and she accused him of buying really convincing hound fangs. He made her watch his eyes flicker from color to color and she merely laughed and complimented his contacts—Growing annoyed with this woman's disbelief he forced her head to the side and sunk his fangs within her neck as she gasped with a mixture of shock, horror and pain. Her heart began to beat out of control as if she were just to finish a forty mile run. Pain just seemed to rip through her throat, even as tears filled her eyes she still disbelieved. Accusing him of being a cannibal in her helpless situation she was about to scream but the palm of his massive hand soon covered her lips to prevent any sound from passing.

A million thoughts ran through her mind as she didn't know what to do but struggle and continue struggling until she wasn't able to do so anymore. Yet her body remained paralyzed she could just feel her fingers twitch with every ounce of blood leaving her neck. She could feel her eyes becoming heavy and her breathing began to become a challenge as she couldn't bare it anymore when his lips left her neck.
It was the moment of her last breath as she was given the chance to live…

Her eyes now closed, her chest wheezed up and down with each painful breath as she lay on the last stretch of her lifeline—Regretting all the things she was about to leave undone and the sister she was about to depart from without her even knowing the horrible fate that met her end. It was sad and yet even as she laid there with life leaving from her glaring but yet shut eyes, her mind was pushing the rest of her body to the end as it refused to stop and her heart just pumped harshly to keep from stopping. The seconds seemed to fly by like hours and years as everything just seemed to be moving in slow motion to the point of where she thought she had already died and yet her spirit never left the room.

The cannibal of her eye soon slit his own palm with a single digging embedment of his fingernail and waved his blood filled palm to Amelia's lips with a questionable and yet emotionless look upon his face as he told her to drink. Her face twisted into a look of disgust as the smell of blood soon filled her nose, groaning with disapproval to his proposal she thought the man was absolutely mad to the point of where he actually thought he could play God by saving the life he just tried to take away. Managing to twist her face away from his open palm, he insisted that she complied if she wanted another shot to live but yet in the back of her mind it was screaming 'I wouldn't need another chance to live, if you didn't decide to bite me.'

Grunting as her heart just seemed to do a dramatic drop in beating rate, she was about to give up as she managed to turn her head to face her murderer to give him an attempted threatening glance. There the man was attempting to make her drink or die. But who was to say if she drank, she wouldn't die anyways with the disgusting taste remaining in her mouth? Who's to say that this man wasn't anything more but a psychopath that just escaped from a mental institute? And what was the small chance that there were vampires?

The last question rang loudly in her ears as the word Vampire was repeated over and over again in her mind, and yet death was the last thing she wanted to be associated with. Squeezing her eyes shut she awkwardly parted her paling-flushed lips to allow the darker than crimson substance into her mouth. The man tilted his wrist on a slant and let the chilling substance fill her mouth and slide down her slender throat and into the pit of her turning stomach—The taste was not one she expected as it was sweet and yet slightly bitter as the coldness became warm and inviting. Lost in her own world her body began to move on its own accord as her tongue darted out of her mouth slowly and began to lick against the man's cold tanned flesh.

Soon the blood stopped as Amelia's eyes rolled to the back of her head, while her eyelids closed to shield the oncoming white. Her heart stopped beating completely in her chest as her body went still and mind was lost in space. There was nothing to describe the feeling of that night as her chest stopped rising and setting; life now gone from her body… There was nothing more but a pale raven-haired shell laying down like a broken doll upon the satin sheets as her first kiss wasn’t the one she was expecting as her first kiss became her death and from her death came new life.

All from a kiss to end all kisses her life was completely changed as the young woman of a thousand words became a vixen of a little less to say. Her life changed and was taken away from her the moment his lips met her flesh as time seemed to stop with age and humanity.
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