Constance James Scott - Vampire

[Constance Scott]

Name- Constance James Scott
Age- born sometime in 3000bc about 5,000 years old looks to be about 21
Gender- Female
Race- two fangs and a craving for blood 
Sexuality- bisexual but leans towards men 


Physical appearance-



Beautiful and seductive young woman: an oval face with delicate facial features and structure, a wealth of brown hair that she prefers to wear in curls and straightened, and almond-shaped, deep golden eyes with thick dark lashes. Having a "smoky", "shadowy" appearance, and her overall appearance is sensual and seductive, her sense of fashion are more revealing and mature, with a favor for dark clothing. She has an hourglass figure, two long and toned legs that give her a medium stature of 5'5. However her skin is an olive texture  to having turned pale when she was turned. 

Personality:



Let's see, well Constance is more of an individual vampire, always having been the quiet one of her family. However, her persona has changed completely when she was turned. She has more of an ill-tempered way about her. Always able to freely speak her mind and not care about the other's feelings. Oh and did I mention this one of a kind vampire chick is a pretty big player. Never really staying with one guy except for the night. She is the flirty and has a pretty dirty mind. Though deep down, way down, she is actually a pretty good person. She means well of course but sometimes that doesn't get threw to her. Also did I mention that she has ADHD? That also came with her heightened senses of being a vampire, she is always having to do something to have her mind distracted. So she spends her time drawing various things, never leaving her pencils or sketch pad at home. 

Past-



Tragic in her past, she watched everyone that she loved die before her. Of course she imagines that it's her fault. She could have been the one to prevent it, though she wasn't strong enough. Let me back up a bit. As a young child Constance has always been the quiet and soft tempered type. She never liked having people shout at another and tried to fix everyone's problems when they had it. Even if they didn't want her advice or help, she still was there when they needed someone to talk to. To listen for a change. She was the odd one of her classmates in the olden days. Back in the olden days there wasn't any medicine that was strong enough to help with the easing of her mother's pain even visiting the Sherman as well as trying different herbs. She watched  as her mother suffered everyday with an illness she couldn't cure. It was slowly eating her away, though her mother told her not to worry. That soon enough she was going to a wonderful place and she would always be with Constance threw her troubles. She was with her on the night she died watching as her mother took her last quivering breath. That night her mother was taken from her. Leaving her two older brothers and three year old sister that she had to take care of. 

Being the middle child wasn't always pleasant, her papa worked a lot in the fields and having a baby sister that always got in the way when you were trying to clean was pretty havoc especially in their three roomed log cabin. However her little sister was her pride and joy and she loved her just as much as mama loved all of them. Little Arabella was always keeping her company and she would just smile softly, though she avoided her parents room. The one sad memory that loomed over her like a dark cloud. Arabella never once gave Constance a hard time and she appreciated that. When she needed a friend she was there for her, however, her older brother was killed in war. The death was close to papa the most but not once did he shed a tear in front of the other children. He just went to his room quietly but she could hear the faint whimpers he gave. Soon enough her other brother died of the same illness mama had, and she watched helplessly as he died as well. Everyone around her was dying, she knew that sooner or later she would soon die to of the same tragedy. 



One night she was getting ready for bed Arabella asking if she could sleep with her tonight. Of course she didn't object and they snuggled together. Suddenly she awoken to the smell of a burning fire, shooting out of bed she shook Arabella awake and they tried to get out of the smoldering flames. Her papa shot threw the door and the three of them managed to escape. Except it was to their death, three well dressed men stood above them as they panted for fresh air. They chuckled darkly and grabbed her papa with ease, "A wonderful meal, brothers." One had said. Suddenly they sprouted fangs and bore them into her father's neck. Sucking the blood as his children watched in agony, though soon enough Arabella was pulled in the air. Constance tried to fight back but she was to weak, she wanted them to take her instead but they refused and her sister was slashed into. Watching as her blood coated the ground. They ripped her heart out and threw her down as if seeing Constance wither in pain was enjoyment. 



The teen tried to fight them but they were to fast, to strong, and she was to afraid but hatred boiled inside her. They just shot off, "You'll remember this night. We will be waiting for your revenge..." With that said they were all gone. She buried her little sister and father beside her other family members grave. Watching as her house was burning slowly to the ground. All that was left was a photograph of the six of them. She cried for days maybe even weeks, when a weary traveler stopped and took her thin body to his mansion. He lived as a wealthy man, Constance stayed with him staying quiet never wanting to disturb the man who kept quiet. She had wonderful clothes and rich food to eat however nothing made her happy. He took her by the hand one day, "My sweet Constance. Do you wish to get revenge?" Her eyes extinguished and she melted crying before him, "Yes..." She said. Suddenly she was bitten into and sick for three days or so she seemed. She was now a fledgling vampire at the age of 21. She hunted the other vampires of her kind down and showed them no mercy even though they begged, pleaded. She ripped out the one man who took her sister's life heart and burned the other two alive. 

Constance and James:

They met back in the late 1800s



She enjoyed his company more then anyone in the past 5,000 years




Her eyes starred into his own and she knew he could almost see her soul



As he turned 21 it pained her to let him to have him age any older



Constance: "My name is Sita and I am over 5,000 years old. I am a vampire." She told him one night
James: "I don't care what you are. You are still my Constance..."
Constance: "I don't wish to live without you, James..."
-he leaned into her and whispered in her ear-
James: "Then don't. Turn me..."



-She tried to talk him out of it but he refused and told her he would die the next day if she didn't so, she turned him into a vampire, the only fledgling that still is alive created by the ancient vampiress-



He's been her best friend and protector ever since[/i]

[Dante Hawthorne]

Approved anyways Sammeh d: