Name: Winter Dawn

Born: 1476

Sired: 1495

Age when turned: 20

Age: 519

Biological Parents: Edmund Dawn Marie Dawn

Sire: Mical Chaumont

Race: Vampire

Hair: Red

Eyes: Purple

Relationship Status: interested

Sexual Orientation: Straight

Weapons: Sword, a blood Scythe.

Bio:

I was born in the year 1476 during the winter months. A bad time for a child to be born during those days. My mother had already lost three other babies before me, she wanted to make sure I made it. I was the last hope, and I survived the grueling winter months, as well as the sweltering first summer of my life. I was a miracle child, all the were around us always told me of how shocked they were to see me live, where three other infants born in that same winter died, only a few weeks into life.  

My family wasn't poor, yet we were not extremely wealthy either. We could afford servants and slaves and such. I remember my father being a lord, a minor lord, but still a Lord. We were well off, at least that is what my mother called it. I on the other hand, was a child, and really did not care what we were, as long as I had the things I wanted or needed. I was given some form of education, but mostly my education range in the form of the arts, how to supervise a household, how to be a good wife, and how I would eventually raise a family of my own. Simple reading and math were to suffice, I was taught not to ask questions in the wrong way, but to ask them in the right way. Honestly it was boring, I had a fiery spirit my Father knew this, he would give into my whims while my Mother would protest to no ends about it. I always got what I wanted, no matter the price.

It was the year I turned sixteen when my Father thought about going into a new business, all the fine details were left out to both my Mother and I, as we didn't have to know why. Something about textiles and dye. My Father's business partner came around then. Mical Chaumont, a tall blue eyed blonde man, at least six feet tall, he was the tallest of all the men I've ever met, though he was french, that could have been the reason why. Apparently both men had known each other for a long time, he even knew my mother. Though he seemed younger than them both, I found this hard to believe. Mr. Chaumont always had gifts for me though. My father would laugh and make a statement that he was going to spoil me so bad, he would have no choice but to take my hand in marriage. I would blush like mad as both men would laugh, running away from the room they were occupying at the time.

It was the same year that I had lost my parents in a fire, I had somehow managed to make it out alive, how, I am unsure. I watched as the building we lived in came crumbling down in what seemed like minutes. I was stunned and shocked. I had no where to go, everything was gone. It was then decided by Lord Mical  that he would take me in as his ward. He would give me everything i needed and required, and my families money would be kept up for when I would one day marry.

The year of my 19th birthday seemed to be a very fragile thing. I had to be married. I was getting close to being an old maid. I was worried, though I was told by all not to fret. I was starting to get sick, an odd thing for me, it started with a mild cough in the summer, and some fatigue. Nothing to be concerned about, I had other things on my mind. Then it happened I fell in love with a Duke. The eldest son, by the name of Geroge Jacobs. The fact that he wanted me, despite that i was basically an orphan, but a rich one, seemed not to matter. I even had my guardian's consent, though he asked for at least one year of courting, we would wed the following summer.

The year continued, we courted, I started to get sicker. My body more weak and frail with each passing month. I started to cough blood, people feared consumption, though Mical sore it was not the case. I wondered if that was to ease my fear over the fact that I was dying. My fiance didn't leave my side. He took me on walks, swearing the fresh air was good for me. I believed him and Mical. We continued to make the preparations for the wedding, if it wasn't consumption if would go away. The winter months seemed to be the hardest on me, especially with my breathing. Mical took it upon himself to make sure i stayed in the house, that every fireplace had a fire in it at all times. He reminded me of a father, afraid to loose his child to some unseen monster who was waiting to them down to the deepest parts of hell. Yet here I was playing the child to a man who had taken care of during my teenage years. I loved him like a father, I treated him as such.

During the last month of winter is when the disease started to take its toll. Mical had locked himself in my room, denying anyone entrance. He sat there, watching me loose weight, i was becoming a walking skeleton. He was right though, it was not consumption that was taking my life but something else, a rare disease that no one had ever seen before. My fiance had come to visit, but each time sent away. Finally Mical told him, if he wanted to remember me for how I was, then leave. George wanted no part in not being able to say goodbye, curtains was hung around my bed, he bid his farewells to me, and left. That night I was given a choice, Mical had showed his true colors. A vampire, I was scared to death, I was dying and yet, I was being offered eternal life. For a brief moment I was about to say no, then it dawned on me. I didn't want to die, I wanted to live. I was turned that night, a girl from a few villages away who looked like how I did on my death bed, was killed and buried in my spot.

Im not sure how many people can say they attended their own funeral, but I did, I was dressed head to toe in black, a mute, and acted like Micals sister. I never seen so my people cry over me. I wondered if I ever would.

Years passed, I had traveled all over by then, never staying in one place for too long. At one point and time we even traveled in Rome, staying there for a couple odd years, before traveling to what is now china, Then to Japan. We stayed there, maybe longer than we should have we were already seen as uncommon. Red hair is out of place there. I loved it, fell in love with the culture and even the people that I watched from afar. It was in this land that I found my daughter. A child really, what is known as a Kit. I had saved her from her village as it was attacked. Her name was Suki. A blonde hair, green eyed child hiding in a tree, crying for her mother and father. Both were dead, as were her whole clan. I took the child home, Mical said nothing, he loved her on sight. Imagine my surprise when she said she may have looked young but was in fact a hundred years old, though young and still needed to be looked after I had acquired a ward of my own.

We trsveled the land, though once war began to loom, Suki wished to stay, she had grown looking more like a young adult female, i was worried, we had trained her well, though as an adoptive mother I couldnt but think she should have come with me. She refused, I understood. I told her I would come back one day, I would find her. And I did.

We traveled to America then, I had grown bored with england and the like, what better pplace to go than the new country? We traveled around staying in a few places. The longest we stayed was 20 years before people would notice we didn't age. Though the country was expanding, It was own by the British, even the french had come. The american revolutionary war, had to be the most drastic I had ever seen. We didn't have to live under the rule of the patriarchy, we had no rules to govern us as vampires. We tried oour best to stay out of the war, neither agreeing nor disagreeing with either side. Mical had seen this type of war many times, usually the higher ranking country would win, he thought the case would be the same here. He was wrong, the colonist had won, a huge celebration was claimed, and everyone went about their business. It was horrible, we decided to go back to Britain.

We lived in solodarity from that time forth. Suki had come to visit once she realised we were there. Fitting in well, the war in her land becoming too much for her to handle. Demons either blended in with the humans, or ran. In her case she was run out. The village she had protected for many years decided she was a demon and had to be burned. Her magic had come along way, clearly able to disguise herself as an elderly woman, who had passed. At one point and time I had fallen asleep growing bored with the changing times around me. I had slept less than ten years. Mical stayed awake he enjoyed humans too much, he even stated if he had slept then the castle would have fallen to ruins around us. Heading into the human world once more. I had found a lover during that time, a fox demon, we lasted a few short months before he left, going on to a new place. Shortly after I was surprised when I had become pregnant, even more surprised when I had a son. Who would have thought, that I a vampire, would become pregnant?

The years that followed went by quick, I had opened a store for fabrics in the mid 1800's, even designing them. A way to occupy my mind. Ryu had traveled back to Japan with Suki, both wanting to see their country once more. I wished them luck, what else could I do? I was their mother, they had to at one point and time learn for themselves. I was once more left with Mical, who had taken over a lover himself. I was left to my own demise, and what better way to spend time, then to steal?

I became a thief to stave off my random boredness. With being a vampire I could move quickly, grab the desired items and leave, all without being detected. I stole many artifacts that could of been used to wreck havoc on the world, control another demon, ect ect, i had fun and is that all that matters?

Wars come and go, but even one do we as vampires get caught up in. the first world war went by we didn't blink an eye, the second war, it hit everywhere. I had lost Mical, he was nowhere to be found nor seen. It happened when he went on a business trip, for days I didn't hear from him. Bombs dropped around me, I went out to find him. I had met a goddess, one night as I was on a heist. We started to steal together, doing random heist, she became an aunt to my children, who had finally left Japan, in turn to look for me and Mical. The war had torn the country of Japan up as well. What better place to go than home to family?

Minako became a part of my family, and I hers. I had many lovers, along with many children. Eventually I found Mical, he stated he had been in hiding. A cave somewhere, waiting for his wounds to heal, having been thought a spy, he was shot at. The germans were horrible. I had gone to steal relics from them. Their leader craved immortality, his commanders did everything in their power to obtain it for him, but in the end, like so many fascist leaders like him wanting the unattainable killed him. I heard a vampire killed him, forced him to shot himself in the head.

It wasn't long till I became once again bored with humans, I grew tired of hearing about hunters killing my kind, I was mad. I usually never bothered hunters, nor did they bother they class of vampires I came from. In the end i decided to come together with my vampire kind and fight. There were many types that came to fight side by side with an ancient vampire known as The Master. I became a lieutenant of his arm, I followed direct commands from him, working side by side, helping him in decision making, I was high up, it stayed that way for many years. It was eventually eating at me, it occurred to those around me that I had in fact been brain washed. I would not realize this until years later this fact.

I had once more given birth, this time to a daughter, strawberry blonde hair, purple hues, the exact replica of me except for her hair. I named her Buffy, my pride and joy. After she was born it seemed whatever had been clogging my mind seemed to have lifted. I was at a fight with myself. I didn't want to kill, but still I did it. It was almost a voice telling me to kill. I couldn't fight it, I had to do it. I feared what would happen other wise.

Three years later my family home was attacked. The hunters had found a way to get into the barrier that was in place. Suki and Ryu had left, gone on a mission to steal some jewels. MIcal stayed with me and my other children. That night is forever burned into my mind. The house was caught on fire, I went to fight, making sure Buffy was well hidden. Mical came to my side trying to help defend my home, and other children. Hearing Buffy Scream I ran to her side. The hunters had found her. I watched as the hunter had taken her jumping out the window with my child. I screamed, then silence. A sharp pain went through my stomach. I felt blood run down. I turned my head in time to see a young hunter, within moments his head was torn off. Mical caught me, tearing the sword from my back. It was dipped in a potion, it would take a few days to fully take effect, I would get my affairs in order, my body grew weak, The potion that was placed on the sword was a sleeping potion. They didn't want me dead. They wanted me to sleep so they could figure out how to fully kill me. They wasn't expecting my body to be placed in an area that no would reach. I was hidden and only one person knew where I was located. A human placed me in my temporary grave. I went to sleep knowing Two children were alive, one child was kidnapped, and my Father, went to look for her.

I woke later, unsure how many years had passed. Now here I was in a new time, sixteen years had passed. My children no longer mad at me, my friends once more by my side. I repented for my sins, Buffy was never found, and now I look for her as I build myself and my empire back up. I wait for the day in which I can find her.