Kalliope Andreou
Name: Kalliope Andreou
Age: 221/19
Species: Vampire
Physical Description: Kalliope, who prefers the name Kalli, is a young vampire with delicate, pale features. Soft, brown curls cascade down her back, framing a heart-shaped face set with eyes of light blue. Her slender, 5'7" frame does nothing to dispel the notion that she is nothing more than a child.
Personality: Most people find the shy, young vampire charming and unassuming. Normally, she lets the world go at its own pace and doesn't try to force issues or events. But below the quiet surface lies a passionate and fearsome heart; one that takes the crushing of her world to release.
History:
17 February 1810. Heraklion, Crete.
It has been nine hours since the quake came...
The ground still shakes, and I am scared. Thirst ravages my throat and my body, which ached terribly before, has gone completely numb. It is dark beneath the rubble that pins me, dark and cold and full of dust. I am finding it increasingly hard to breathe, and a darker darkness presses against the edges of my eyes. The cold seeping into my chest makes me fearful that I am going to die. I cannot die. Please, I cannot die. I am only nineteen!
The rocks above me shift. Sunlight pierces through the gloom and I can see that my bedroom wall has collapsed around me. Though the sun is warm on my face, I shutter in the spreading cold. A face appears in the light, and I can see that it is my father's friend, Gregorius.
Can you move, he asks, You are so pale.
I struggle to talk, to breathe, to scramble out of the hole. My arms feel like lead bricks and the darkness creeps into my eyes. Gregorius clears the rocks from around my head. I gasp for air that doesn't fill my lungs. He leans in, but I cannot see him. My vision is gone. No more time. Gregorius is too late for me. I cry out inside my head but it's too late. Too late.
I feel a sharp, fiery pain in my neck. A flare that reaches my eyes. Then the blackness is complete and I feel nothing.
Gone.
Age: 221/19
Species: Vampire
Physical Description: Kalliope, who prefers the name Kalli, is a young vampire with delicate, pale features. Soft, brown curls cascade down her back, framing a heart-shaped face set with eyes of light blue. Her slender, 5'7" frame does nothing to dispel the notion that she is nothing more than a child.
Personality: Most people find the shy, young vampire charming and unassuming. Normally, she lets the world go at its own pace and doesn't try to force issues or events. But below the quiet surface lies a passionate and fearsome heart; one that takes the crushing of her world to release.
History:
17 February 1810. Heraklion, Crete.
It has been nine hours since the quake came...
The ground still shakes, and I am scared. Thirst ravages my throat and my body, which ached terribly before, has gone completely numb. It is dark beneath the rubble that pins me, dark and cold and full of dust. I am finding it increasingly hard to breathe, and a darker darkness presses against the edges of my eyes. The cold seeping into my chest makes me fearful that I am going to die. I cannot die. Please, I cannot die. I am only nineteen!
The rocks above me shift. Sunlight pierces through the gloom and I can see that my bedroom wall has collapsed around me. Though the sun is warm on my face, I shutter in the spreading cold. A face appears in the light, and I can see that it is my father's friend, Gregorius.
Can you move, he asks, You are so pale.
I struggle to talk, to breathe, to scramble out of the hole. My arms feel like lead bricks and the darkness creeps into my eyes. Gregorius clears the rocks from around my head. I gasp for air that doesn't fill my lungs. He leans in, but I cannot see him. My vision is gone. No more time. Gregorius is too late for me. I cry out inside my head but it's too late. Too late.
I feel a sharp, fiery pain in my neck. A flare that reaches my eyes. Then the blackness is complete and I feel nothing.
Gone.