Name: Ambrosine (french, meaning "immortal")
Nickname: Amber
Age: turned at the age of 18; but am 118 turning 119 on the 14th of December.
Gender: Female
Species: Vampire 'Vegetarian'
Appearance:
Hair - light brown with strawberry blonde and caramel highlights, side-banged to the right, waist length with light loose curls 2-3 inches to the tip
Eyes - hazel brown - topaz
Build - 5'4, 34-26-36
Family:
Biological Father(vampire) - Athanase (french, meaning "immortal")
Biological Mother(human protector) - Anastasie (french, meaning "resurrection")
Foster Father(human) - Ethen Muse
Foster Mother(human) - Beatrize Muse
History:
PREFACE:
My adoption was never a secret to me. As I grew older and as soon as I was able to understand how things worked my foster parents gradually told me about everything, I knew no other family than the one I had then. Ethen and Beatrize Muse are literally my God-sent blessings, never natives to who I was and to who I’ am. Raised by their loving and forthcoming hearts, I owe them more than my damned life.
CHAPTER ONE: Baby-Courier
First sight, the initial registry in my mind, white light that blinded me. I remember it so well it seems rather inhuman. The vastness of “white” that extended beyond my periphery caused panic as I realized I was no longer in the comforts of the dim, warm and watery confines of the place I called home. As the first touched tickled my body, I felt a pull beneath me and although I wasn’t certain, I thought I had heard the voices that used to be just muffled sounds of twaddle so clearly now, more attractive and appealing than they’ve ever been. I wanted to mimic the alien noise I had heard but all I could manage was a cry; the most pitiful attempt indeed.
I was still crying. I, myself found the clamor deafening, but I couldn’t stop. I felt genuine fear; a new space, yet to be explored. As an impulse, I began to search for anything that held resemblance to my old home; aimlessly unsure of what I was looking for. Then to my hearts content, my concentration broke, I heard the loveliest voice humming a familiar tune- my lullaby. I couldn’t help but yield to its soothing sound. It created a placid milieu which I couldn’t extinguish. The wails of my cry began to sound faint as I focused to find the source of the springs of hums.
(JUST STARTED, I'LL EDIT IT SOON. STILL HAVE TO FINISH SOME SCHOOL REQUIREMENTS)
Personality: (UNDECIDED)
