Story
She was not grateful enough for her life when she had it.
Mythology and popular fiction romanticizes vampires. So Jeshra was rather easily seduced by the suave man with fangs for teeth that charmed his way into her bedroom. She wasn't prepared for the pain of being bitten. And she was quite distraught to discover that he had no interest in her as anything other than a snack.
Then again, neither was he prepared for the food to bite back. The displeased lady was easily shoved aside by the undead predator who then fled her bedroom in an agitated huff; but not before she had a mouthful of his blood.
All in all, not the worst night she had ever spent with a man.
She did, however, regret it entirely when she threw open her curtains that morning. She was already in a foul mood for having her dreams of romantic immortality dashed by harsh reality; then pain of sunlight on her face was absolutely excruciating. She hid under her bed whimpering as her burnt face healed, which is where her father found her that night.
The bewildered girl's reality just got worse as her bible wielding father chased her from his house and banned her from it's rooms.
So she spent her first day as a vampire homeless, huddled in the sewers beneath the city. Starved and horrified of the sunlight finding her. Yet she remained optimistic to try out her new powers the following night.
Unfortunately, her first night on the street and she was already regretting the loss of her normal human life. She was not particularly charming herself: On a good day she was endearingly dorky; on a bad one she was uselessly shy. Her insecurities made her chances of smoothly ingratiating herself upon a victim of her thirst hopeless.
Jeshra was also hopelessly inept at physical confrontations. She was now quick and her new strength amazed herself as well; but she was also clumsy and had never excelled at PE. Let alone ever taken a martial arts class.
So her first attack was on a young man as he got into his car. Her fumbled grappling for his throat only earned her a black eye. Then in her hungered haste to recapture him, somehow managed to get herself run over by his vehicle as the poor boy sped off.
The fledgling vampire would fail at every attempt to chew on a human's neck. Each attempt would end with pepper spray in her eyes, a knife in her belly, a fist in her face, and screams in her ears as she recovered from her awkward gracelessness while potential meal ran off.
Hunting is hard for a spoiled city girl. So she lives mostly now on rats.
Currently, Jeshra is surviving much better than she might have anticipated. The city is full of unused nooks and surprisingly dry basements. Rather than claiming a single hidden fortress for herself somewhere, she has mapped out a few dozens safe, private locations hidden from the sun. Her nights are spent prowling boredly thru the city, and as the day begins she secludes herself deep within one of her sanctuaries.
TL;DR
Jeshra is fledgling vampire whom is incompetent at capturing a human to make a meal of. Not having centuries of experience to amass wisdom nor a fortune, she's homeless and usually hungry.
Abilities / Personality
As far as Jeshra is aware, she is incapable of transforming into a bat, flying, hypnotizing anyone, disappearing into shadows, or of any supernatural feats at all. She is however shockingly fast, inhumanly strong, impressively resilient, and has extremely keen senses. She's simply too clumsy and gentle-hearted to utilize her improvements.
The young lady is as melancholy as anyone else thrown out of their home to starve would be. While in life she was too introverted to have made any friends that might help her now in death. She's quick with sarcasm, yet has begun wearing a mask of humor around others. The lost lady is oddly optimistic despite her unfortunate life, and her dreary depression is usually hid behind a fanged smile; to, perhaps, put people off guard.
Physiology
Her body is ice-like cold, though still soft and padded in the areas where curves are appropriate. Petite fangs sharp as scalpels have replaced two of her front incisors, and while she is unable to retract them they often aren't obvious until she smiles too widely. All twenty of her nails are unnaturally long and sharp, but she tends to neatly trim them every day. Her hair however she has totally given up on managing; every night upon waking the mass of it regrows to nearly floor length.
Besides her body's lack of warmth and obvious paleness, it misses a heartbeat as well. She rarely blinks, and will often sit motionless as a statue without need for breathing.
Interestingly enough, the better fed Jeshra becomes the more her humanity returns. A well fed vampire such as she finds color returning to her face, a renewed warmth to her limbs, and even functions like sweat, a slow heartbeat, and the consequences of arousal returning to her... Human blood, or atleast that of sentient creatures, seems to be not only the tastiest meal but the most invigorating as well. She will happily accept freely given treats, yet is suspiciously of herself discovering that the hunt and capture of a victim plays a nearly vital role in the ceremony of her meals.
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