Annabelle, in life was a confident, stunning woman, ahead of her time and never afraid to tell a man no. It was 1898 when she was walking home after a dinner with friends, she was 25 years old. Before she could stop it, she was against a wall, her clothing torn, and she felt the sting at her neck. The next thing she remembered was being hungry, so hungry. Luckily the longer she 'lived' the less she needed to feed.. but that did not make it any less fun.

Living for over a century was interesting, but dull and boring at the same time. She had been with men.. women.. many at once. Dom, sub, played games, screwed for fun, but to be honest, it had gotten.. boring.

Annabelle's firey red hair almost always sits around her face, never being pulled back, or pinned. Its vibrant colour makes her skin look pale (as well as her being legally dead), though her lips always seem to be plump, red. She has an old style body, not the skinny rakes of women, but the full figure, buxom woman of a time long past. Her eyes change colour, and there is nothing she can do to stop it, normally they are a dark, dark brown, but sometimes they are lighter, others, almost black.