Her is hair long and flowing. Her eyes seem to have powers unknown. Fangs ever so slightly show from the corners of her crimson lips. She is not evil, but she is not an angel. She is something in between… She is something of the night. Never wanting to hurt anyone, really only wanting to fit in, people from all around look down on her and tease her about her pale skin and dark medieval dress. She sometimes cries alone in the dark. She only longs for someone like her to come and take her away. People fear and even hate the things they do not understand… …She is simply misunderstood.