D'EATH, IRABELLA

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BELL

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AUGUST 3RD

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N/A

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MINISTRY STAFF

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BISEXUAL

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LONDON

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QUICK FACTS:[break]
- Irabella is five hundred years old, though she only appears to be nineteen.[break]
- She works for the Ministry of Magic in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures in the Vampire Registration and Capture Unit. [break]
- She was bitten by Lorcan D'Eath when she was nineteen. He left her to die in the middle of the forest five hundred years ago.[break]
- She has a vendetta against the creature who turned her and hopes to be able to catch the unregistered Vampire.[break]

PERSONALITY:[break]
+ Witty[break]
+ Punctual[break]
+ Intelligent[break]
+ Vigilant[break]
+ Adventurous[break]
+ Courageous[break]
+ Assertive[break]
+ Tactful[break]
+ Wise[break]

- Hot tempered[break]
- Manipulative[break]
- Cruel[break]
- Bossy[break]
- Deceptive[break]
- Feisty[break]
- Mischievous[break]
- Sly[break]
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It was a cold evening in the fall of 1523 when a nineteen year old Irabella was left alone to tend to her siblings. Her mother had abandoned her and left her with her father, the reason was unknown for many years. Irabella knew that she was different than most children at a very young age. She was stronger than most, more observant than most, and would sometimes feel the need to sleep all day and be up all night.

On one particular evening, while her father was out, Irabella was tending to the washing. As she was beginning to get into her dressing gown, her father pounced upon her, digging his teeth deep beneath her flesh. She tried to fight, but soon became immobile due to lack of blood. Her father, Lorcan, fled the scene, leaving Irabella there to parish.

Although death would have been a sweet welcome, Irabella found herself awake the next evening, unharmed... for the most part. She had two small bite wounds on her shoulder blade, her skin was pale, almost translucent. Her eyes became the color of honey and hair dull and limp. Irabella's stomach shifted every once in a while indicating a hunger deep within. However, this hunger was like no other. She was thirsty, for blood.