Don't hate the player...Name/Alias:
25How did you find us?:
I made it! Other Characters:
Alice Rhodes, Derrick Winterbourne, Oliver Wade
Watch out! Here comes...Full Name:
Kieran Alana MooreNickname(s):
Slim (doesn’t go by this now)Age:
Kieran is 5’8 with green eyes and soft mocha skin, which was always a bit fair from her mixed heritage, but has gotten even paler since she died. She has a tangle of scars at the bend of each elbow from shooting up when she was alive, and her nose isn’t 100% straight since it got broken by an ex, though you’d have to be paying attention to notice it now. She wears mostly thrift store clothes, which is all she can afford, but she likes her jeans tight and her tops loose and comfortable. She’s almost always wearing black boots because they are more comfortable for navigating abandoned buildings and back streets, but she keeps a pair of heels handy for when she’s on the prowl.
Looks can be deceiving...Likes:
+Clothes, even though she can’t take many with her
+Seeing people she knew when she was alive
+The lights from Coldtown
+The feeling of always being hunted
+Dead bodies(she’s made enough of them)Dreams:
*Finding a place to make a permanent home
*Staying under the radar
*Living a life that's as close to normal as she can getFears:
*Getting thrown into Coldtown
*Making more vampires
*Becomming the same kind of wreck she was before she got coldPersonality:
Kieran is flighty. She calls no place home and is generally cut adrift in the world. She doesn't trust people easily, and is prone to avoiding personal questions, no matter how trivial they seem. She can be immature at times, a little selfish, and always wants to know what's in it for her. This comes from a history dealing with shady people. Everybody she knew right before she died was a user, whether it be drugs, people, or anything else. She doesn't mean to be like them, and sometimes her conscience will even take a step into the foreground and make itself known at the most inconvenient of times.
She doesn't like what she is. She believed that at least when she was a junkie the only life she was messing with was her own. Now, every time she has to feed from someone she needs to make the decision of whether to let them live as infected...or kill them and spare them the trouble. It's a lot of weight on someone's shoulders who spent their formative years doing everything she could to avoid responsibility of any kind.
All she wants, is some semblance of normalcy...but she's not all that optimistic about it.
A long, strange tripLocation:
Mother-Carla Moore, no idea where she is right now.
Father-Kevin Masters, ran out on them when she was little. Never married her mother.Pets:
Kieran was nineteen when she died, and one could argue it was an improvement over her previous lifestyle. She'd been raised alone by her mother, got moderate grades in school, which she hated, and when she was seventeen she met the guy that would change everything. He was trouble in that way that made her tingle all over, but it wasn't just a front with him. He got her started on drugs like weed and cocaine that graduated eventually into heroin. When her mother tried to send her to rehab she ran away with him. But theirs was an expensive lifestyle, and every place they found to crash they got kicked out of. In a drugged rage one night, he broke her nose so she took off and tried to make it on her own.
There were a few other boyfriends after that. All of them addicts like her, none of them stable...though none ever laid fists on her after that. She was half dead on someone's couch at a house party when the vampire bit her. Kieran has no clue what exactly stopped him from finishing her off, whether it was someone at the party who figured out what was going on, or maybe the creature just took its fill and left. She was cold barely two weeks before she succumbed to the thirst and killed a drunk frat boy outside of a bar. His face was on the news for weeks after, like a ghost haunting her at every turn.
Even knowing what she is, and what she does, Kieran fears Coldtown. She wasn't much of a human before, but being thrown in there with so many of her own kind, living decadent lives...she's afraid of falling into the same spiral of addiction she knew as a human. Only this time with blood being her drug.