Nel Warren
Salty Flavor
Nell Warren
Age : 23 years
Species : Vampire
Gender : Female
Height : 1m68
Weight : 58 kgs
Force Sensitive : Extremely
Planet home : Dromund Kaas
Personality
Nell is stubborn, impatient, and impulsive. She often acts on instinct before reason, which leads her into reckless or dangerous situations. She dislikes waiting, and her temper can flare quickly, especially when hunger gnaws at her.
Despite this, she is loyal to those she respects and capable of fierce devotion. She is provocative, enjoys testing others, and has a natural air of danger around her.
Above all, Nell loves the hunt. Not just for survival, but for the thrill: stalking prey, feeling their fear, playing with them before the final bite.
Strengths
- Vampiric abilities: enhanced strength, speed, reflexes, endurance.
- Affinity with the Force: strong potential despite her young age.
- Combat training: skilled with her crimson lightsaber, forged herself.
- Hypnotic presence: alluring and unsettling, can manipulate prey.
- Resistant: immune to poison and disease, survives in extreme environments (cold, drowning).
Weaknesses
- Bloodlust: constant hunger, dangerous loss of control if unsated.
- Sunlight: even with her bracelet, she weakens in daylight.
- Fire & heat: extremely vulnerable.
- Impulsivity: quick to act without thinking.
- Psychological scars: no reflection, reminder of her curse.
- garlic: It smells too strong for her, it's unbearable.
- Can't feel food flavor, she only eat blood.
Physical description
I have a rather defined physique. My eyes are cyan, with a piercing and cold gaze, like ice. I am quite tall and slender, and I stand out easily in a crowd. My skin is rather pale, even almost white, because it can't handle UV rays from the sun.
I wear a black reinforced leather coat to protect myself from the rain and from the blood of enemies. Underneath, I have a light, sexy black outfit that highlights my feminine curves, which I fully embrace. I wear black pants with a belt, and my long, wavy hair cascades down to the middle of my back.
I have beautiful blonde hair; I know what you're going to say, another blonde with blue eyes. My lightsaber is strapped to my belt; it's crimson red, like blood.
Although it's not immediately noticeable, I have sharp fangs because I belong to the vampire folklore. On my right foot, I wear a small metal utility bracelet that protects me from the sun's rays during the day, preventing my skin from burning or suffering the unpleasant effects. As a vampire, I have a very captivating, even hypnotic appearance. All this is meant to draw you into my trap. I'm a fighter, and it's not uncommon to see me with torn clothes or a need for bodily fluids like blood. Blood is my food, I need it, and I'm going to hunt for my prey to bite them. I love playing with my food.
Youth
I was born and raised within my clan, hidden deep in the stormy swamps and ruins of Dromund Kaas. From childhood, I was taught our rules of survival: never face the sun, control the thirst, hunt wisely.
The elders initiated me into the Force at a young age. Some saw me as a gifted pupil, others as too dangerous and impulsive. My lightsaber, I forged myself, guided by a vampiric master. The crystal came from a Jedi I defeated I corrupted it until it resonated with me.
I remember my first hunt. It was thrilling. My victim was another child I hated because she mocked me. One night, I tracked her, bit her neck, and felt her breath weaken. The sensation was so pleasurable I cried tears as she screamed. No body was ever found. For my clan, such things were not uncommon.
Today
My purpose is simpler, but more personal: to find the perfect essence, the blood that could truly satisfy my thirst. Maybe it exists, maybe not, but I must discover it.
Until then, I hunt. Not only to survive, but because I enjoy it. The fear, the despair, the game before the bite it excites me as much as it sustains me.
While visiting a technological planet, I acquired a bracelet that protects me from sunlight. That's allow me to fight, the day.
My lightsaber never leaves my side. Forged through Sith tradition, it binds me to the dark philosophy I have come to understand. I know the danger of my own nature that if I lose balance, I might grow strange, violent, and uncontrollable.
As a vampire, I cast no reflection. I cannot admire myself in mirrors, which frustrates me. My family had no grand destiny; they gave me the basics of survival, but I had to grow quickly, shaped by instinct and hunger.
For now, I remain a predator at the top of the food chain. My blade will echo across battlefields, and my thirst will continue to drive me until the day I find the blood that can finally silence it.
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