Name: Rowen Akria Leer

Age: 2513

Apparent Age: 21

Gender: Female

Species: Vampire

Coven: Amman

Appearance: Rowen stands about 5’11 or 6 foot, her skin is pain and pale, but soft. Her body was thin, but not sickly thin, in her time and where she came from, it was common for women to be thin and still have the strength to work. Her hair comes to just below her breasts, slightly wavy and black. Her eye’s are a very light blue, her face is soft, one could almost call her an angel.

History:

Rowen grew up in a wealthy family In what is known today as Berlin Germany. Her father a merchant, her mother was what is known today as a stay at home mom, and her brothers, two that she had one worked for an Iron smith, making some of the finest swords to ever be exported to royalty, the other helped her father in his work. Rowen herself spent her life helping her mother, and during the day look after children of parents who couldn’t stay home to look after them. She had a good life, a good education, friends, and was to be married to the Head of a Town’s Son.

Rowen was only 18 years old when she was married, and had her first and only child, a son named Otto. Life was at it’s peek for her and her new family, though their town was only small, it was still under threat of the vampires that lurked around at shadows of night. She was 21 when the offer was made, and she had one week to make up her mind, give her own life, or be the only life left in her town. It was a chose that any mother would make to save their child, or anyone would make to save their friend, a father to save their son, a mother to save their daughter. Many told her not to think of it, that they would not do anything, but this coven was known for keeping their words, and they did, each night two to three people would die, and be left on Rowen’s doorstep to see each morning. It was a cruel, but Rowen cared to much to see her friends, family, and own son die at the hands of these creatures, they all knew they could not beat.

She gave her life, left to life a life with a coven that hated mortals, their very life smell made them sick, and it hurt to much to watch or even listen to them. She was forced to watch as her son grew up, married, have children and die old. Her husband grew old, died her family passed before her as she grew to hate the one that turned her.

But that was something that was turned against her, her hate for vampires, and herself was turned into hate for mortals, young minds were easy to toy with, and change to fast. So thus Rowen herself was changed, her life now consisted of killing mortals as they were to them, disgusting creatures that were only created to feed their race. Years passed, and Rowen grew more violent, pushing her up in the ranks of the coven to sit next to her sire in chambers. But mortals got the courage to fight back, and kill off the creatures that were killing them, thus Rowen’s Sire, the one she had grown to love was killed, and their coven was pushed apart and forced to hide from the mortals.

The few that Rowen had under her word died off slowly by attacking mortals, and her hate grew for them, she wanted every last one of them dead. She could remember their sent, each one smelt different, and knew how to find them. Her power almost came to live itself, it was a like a living nightmare to most, the shadows came to life as she hunted them, toying with their mind, and sometimes killing them. She was a nightmare as well. Her mind grew stronger, able to now read the thoughts of humans, and talk with her brothers and sisters with ease, it was easy to turn a feed lings hate for vampires, into hate for mortals now. She became something she never thought she would, a creature of shadow and hate, anger and lust, when she wanted something, she got it, anyways she wanted it.

She enjoyed controlling people, it was fun to watch them fight until their weak minds gave in and just followed her till she killed them, it was fun to her until one night when some thing made her change.

It was summer, and she was hungry. She found a nice man who worked long hours to keep food on the table for himself and his son, and she was brought home to be bed by him, when it turned out the other way around. After her meal, she stood still as she dressed, before a soft sound made her stop every move she made. Looking back to the closet she heard a small sound again, so she followed and opened the door slowly. Looking down at this small lump of blank that was shaking, she thought she would have another small meal as well. Reaching down, she pulled the blanket back to find a small child, crying as he shivered looking up at her.

It was then something came to her mind, her own Son Otto who was this same when she said Good-bye forever to him. Dropping to her knee’s, she looked at the face of this child and shook herself as she uttered the words “I’m sorry” in German to him. He was a sickly child like Otto was, but she gently wrapped him in his blanket and picked him up, taking him away from his now dead father.

This child, of only 4 years old, changed her mind, and made her see what he life had been like, what she had done, and what had been done to her.

Now Rowen is part of the Amman, vowed changed forever by a mortal child. She wanted peace in this city as much as any other Amman did, she wanted this city to be clean, she if she had to, she would help every young feed ling to understand you don’t have to be how she was, there are other ways to live this life, then full of hate.

Today, she hardly talks of how she grew up as a vampire, it hurts her too much to talk about it, and only does when needed.