Nadia_Grimmins

About

Name: Nadia Grimmins~!

Race: "Ukranian! Wait, does this still count..?"

Species: "Vampire, wanna see mah fang?"

Height: "Five foot four. Not a fan of heels."

Weight: "Uh...about..hundred and..something? More than a buck."

Build: Soft-bodied. She's plush and cuddly.

Age: "Thirty eight...ish. ..What? Is it weird I'm not super old?"

Personality: Bubbly. Ditzy. Self-destructive. Affectionate.

Profession: "I'm a hooker! But like, instead of just lewd stuff, people can eat me too! So...a vore hooker? Omigawd, I'm a VOOKER!"

Not all vampires are in control masters/mistresses of the night with a legion of adoring or terrified mortal thralls beholden to them. Even less are those who turn on their own kind in some monumental effort to overcome their own bloodthirsty nature. Some even try to go 'vegan' essentially while hiding themselves away from society.

Then you have Nadia.

Nadia was just an ordinary girl from a broken home and family. She dropped out of school, fell in with all the wrong folks, and was basically destined to end up just another statistic in someone's campaign for urban betterment. Luckily fate seemed to shine on her because she did wind up a stastic, just a very different sort when a vampire lured her somewhere private and drained the poor thing. Turned her, then and there, before abandoning their new progeny to her fate. So what did Nadia do when handed the keys to eternity with no 'adult' supervision? Why..she became a complete and utter degenerate!

It took her a little while to figure out what exactly happened to her, obviously, but once she realized she was essentially indesctructible (aside from a very specific method of murder) Nadia started to try everything one shouldn't because it was bad for them. Drugs? No effect, she was undead. Bungee jumping? That's how she lost her fang. Sex? Hoo boy..one of her favorite activities. Here's the thing though..just because she could do any self-destructive thought in her little head didn't mean they had the same impact on her anymore. Where's the adrenaline rush from being held up at gunpoint if she knows the bullet won't even hurt and she could drain her attacker?

That realization actually broke Nadia for a good decade when the little adrenaline junkie realized she was no longer able to get that same pulse-pounding rush of adrenaline coursing through her veins. Feeding kind of helped, but not really. So she turned to darker pastures. Turned out minced garlic gave her a helluva high when used right. Sex got more fun once she told folks she was free game for most kinky shit they thought of (except bathroom play, ew!). What became her biggest rush was being eaten though..Nadia couldn't explain it..maybe it was survival instincts buried in every being's mind waking at the perceived threat, but its the one act that doesn't wear thin for Nadia..so she started searching predators out.

A lot are weirded out by the chipper, eager girl offering to let them eat her for a quick buck or so, but some found the idea a turn on since they didn't know the truth. And Nadia learned a LOT about how varied people could be with their eating habits! Even suggestions there might be some stomachs she might not survive which sends an illicit thrill through her body. Being the self-destructive little weirdo that she is, Nadia actually made her services for sex or food into a business..she has no idea if she's the first one to think of this idea, but she certainly acts like it! A perfect, willing meal that doesn't come with some messy investigation or anything of the sort..who could resist?