Name: Casper Monroe
Age: Unknown
Height:5'9
Weight (optional): lean and fit
appearance-
Species: Vampire
Alliance: Drifter
Weapon(s) Of Choice: sawed-off shot gun w/ silver lined bullets and 2 blade sets
Background Story: Born in France, and turned during WW2 her coffin was shipped to her grandparents who resided in America. Her family were killed by Nazi soliders for holding Jews in her home, soon after her "death". Casper was with the Vampire Alliance for decades, and did well as a solider and highly decorated and greatly apprieciated by the vampire elders. She was then sabotaged by a fellow vampire and was bansihed from the Vampire mansion for the rest of her immortal life, so now she sticks to the streets minding her own and watching her back for lycans.
Now it was time for some relaxation.
She headed off to a less popular bar...one that wasn't known to any lycans. It was pretty much for all of the misfits of the Underworld.
She walked in past all the couples feasting on each other, straight to the bar. She told the tender the usual and sat back and watched the crowd of immortals enjoying themselves.
"Damn.....sure wish I could kick back without worries once in a while....".
The bar tender handed her her blood. She drank it down and slammed her glass down for another.
Casper eyed the vampire that just walked in. She sipped leisurely, and turned back to the crowd. She smiled as she watched, two vampires drag in a teenage girl and slammed her onto a table. She then heard another sound, like something banging at the exit, that lead to the alleyway. Her eyes wandered, watching the door violently shake.
"What the hell?"
(Well, I don't find that hard to believe. XDD j/m. Anyways...I was failing Engligh for a while. Because i'm too lazy to write my 5-page paper. XD.
MY PROM KICKED ASS!!!! Whoot! ^0^.
Note to prom-goers: Never wear a haulter dress when shaking major bootay due to wardrobe malfunctions and boob slippage. o.O
Yes, I speak from experience. >.>😉