The Theatre of Life

Meet Saphyra

Young. Sweet. Blood-thirsty.

Bet that wasn't quite the way you had thought that list would end, was it? Of course not. But don't hold it against her, she's only a vampire after all. The love of wine for others is like the love of blood for her. Something she enjoys very much but tries her best to keep herself away from. It's not that simple though. She can't just deprive herself of the sweet liqiud as easily as it were wine.

An Addict?

Maybe. This girl, hardly old enough to purchase her own cigarettes, had a craving. One more deadly than most others. The red wine of life was her undeniable addiction. Quite sad, really. So young and full of potential and there she is, flowering into the most delicate of murderers. With fangs as sharp as the devils tongue, she intoxicates herself with the sweet tastes of anothers blood. Sometimes she kills, sometimes she takes pity on their pleading eyes and lets them keep their lives. It all depends on her mood and who she is drinking from.

The Love Life

Ah, the most interesting of portions. So complicated for someone so young.
Her heart, like most girls of her age, had already been shattered a few too many times. They were everywhere. The men with the lies, decieving gestures, sweet whispers of feelings that didn't exist. Even Saphyra fell for it. Bright, intelligent Saphyra with the heart of gold had made the same mistake as so many others. But it was unavoidable, no matter what. At one point in time she would fall in love with a man, give him everything he desired only to have it all thrown right back in her face. Such a pity.
Current: Not really in any relationship, though harvesting feelings for someone at the moment.