Age: Appears 25-30; actually centuries old.
Gender: Female
Height: 5'7"
Species: Vampire
It's not easy being the forgotten heir of two extremely powerful, pure-blooded vampires. Of course, Omae doesn't let this fact go to her head at all. While she IS aware that her pure blood is a coveted rarity in the vampire world and that any and all who ingest it could fall under her curse and also end up being her obedient vampire slave... Relax, she's normally far too lazy to do anything like that these days.
Despite her immense power, Omae doesn't really have any sort of power-trip or God complex. In fact, she can very rarely even be seen using her abilities at all! Why is this, you may ask? Well, the primary reason is just that she's lazy but she also hates having any sort of responsibility. An army of vampire drones? The ability to control someone's every move? Too much work for this vampire. She'd much rather lounge around, take naps, and look at attractive and even more powerful people...
Omae was born a vampire. There isn't much to tell about her early life; there was no grave tragedy in her mind-- though one
could make the argument that her mother dying in childbirth and her father being so stricken with grief that he essentially
abandoned her at a young age to go on a century-long blood-bender that was only stopped when vampire hunters beheaded him
might have left her with some underlying trauma and abandonment issues. Omae doesn't see it and isn't really one to talk
about such things. Instead, she lives an indulgent life of wanton hookups and binge-eating.
Centuries go by and slowly, Omae begins to lose interest in the day-to-day shuffle of secret vampire life. She craves... more.
More than blood, more than sex, more than traveling the world. She wants to feel, but after living so long, her feelings
are rather dulled to typical excitements. Gone are the emotional highs and lows, the excitement, the rage, the sorrow and despair.
In order to feel the way she craves, she needs something bigger, more meaningful... More extreme and depraved.
Skirting the line between life and death is the only way she's able to get the emotional high she so desires. To her, the sick
and twisted are just perfect. She doesn't want a match-- doesn't want an equal. What she desires is someone more powerful than
herself to take control. She yearns for the rush of not knowing whether or not that person will keep her alive or kill her, the
euphoria of the pain and pleasure that are so tied together, it's hard to tell one from the other. Ultimately, the sweet release
of death is another thing pretty high on her list of wants, though it's more about the journey than the destination in her eyes.
