Name: Scarla Species: Vampire Gender: Female Age Turnerd: 27 Current Age: 353 Height: 5’5 Build: Slim (anything more precise would be telling) Eye Colour: So dark, they look black Hair Colour: Black History: As a child, Scarla lived a meagre existence with her family in Russia. She cannot remember much of this life, nor the name she was given by her family as her father, a lowly hunter who struggled to support his 9 children, sold her to a band of merchants when she was barely 11 years old. Scarla was taken to Prague, where she was sold to the Royal Court and trained as Courtesan. This was to be her existence until her mortal death at the age of 27. A beautiful girl, Scarla was quick to learn and soon became an accomplished dancer and musician. She didn’t resent the life that had befallen her – certainly, she lived in the palace of the King and wore the finest clothes and ate the finest food. She enjoyed more freedom then most women of her age, and had the financial stability and luxuries available to her that her family at home in Russia could only dream of. Prague, in this time, was a bustling city on the trade routes from southern to northern Europe and there was much to soak up in the way of culture for a sharp minded girl such as Scarla. Popular amongst the Court and possessed of a quick wit , Scarla was often called upon to entertain visiting dignitaries and diplomats as they passed through the city, and it was in this manner that she met the Viscount Montague. Instantly, she fell under the spell of this dark and mysterious man and would bend over backwards to fulfil his every whim. It was the Viscount who changed the course of Scarla’s existence forever, on a frosty night in mid December, taking her into a cold embrace and drawing from her a kiss so deep as to render her lifeless. But in return, he gifted her with his own immortal kiss and claimed her as his own for eternity. Scarla was, as ever, an eager and willing apprentice, travelling with her Viscount all over Europe as he taught her not only to serve, but to kill. And an accomplished killer she became. She stayed with her Master until his death some two centuries later. They were ambushed on a dark night in Northern Italy by a band of Lycans. Scarla’s life saved only by her Master scarifying his own so that she may get away. Ever since, she has been alone. Travelling from place to place and never settling for long, Scarla has become a loner – though now she finds she misses the hustle and bustle and trappings of high society. Now she finds it is time to settle and lay down some roots. Forge a new existence for herself.