Vampire Name: JennyThePirate
Full name: Jennifer Stella Villari Aurelia



Nicknames: Jenny, Jen, Jenner-O, Jenny-pops, Jenine, JTP, Jennay, Jenners, Jenilin, Jennybean, JennyPenny -- you name it, she's been called it. Any other ones that happen to have no affiliation with 'Jenny' or any variation of it probably have some sort of weird story behind them.
Physical Attributes: She still has one long, thin scar across her neck from her turning, as well as a round scar on her elbow and knee that stick out among her skin. She is thin and petite, as she was when she was human. Her skin is pale, blue, green and purple veins easily spied through the veil of ivory skin. Her facial structure is a bit doll-like, with prominent cheek bones.
Eyes: Blue, with a darker blue hue lining the outer rim.
Hair: Black, long.
Height: 5'7''
Weight:118 lbs.
Attire: In an informal setting, it's nice jeans and nicer sweaters and tops. A coalition of shirts of all different colours and shades are owned, along with some shoes. Not as much of a connoisseur of shoes as Vera and Sin are, Jenny will sneak in and borrow a pair, but due to much tripping, she rarely wears heels. In a spur of the moment action or a formal setting, Jenny really, really enjoys dressing up.
Family Information: An update when it comes to Jenny's family life is that Vera left the city sometime in September of 2009. Although Jenny took it very hard, she attempted to make up for it by getting closer to others that she holds dear. shining1, through a long absence, had returned and Jenny got back with her, as well as worked on strengthening her bond with Melanctha and gmanusrex, Vamane and Akuma, too. Jenny's first, permanent childe is Vamane and it's no secret that she adores him; openly, she's admitted to him being her "favourite man in all the city," and is very proud of him. In April of 2010, Jenny resired Akuma, though this time permanently and legitimately. Finding her to be one of the sweetest, most caring vampiresses she's had the opportunity to meet within RavenBlack City, Jenny is perfectly happy with her two childer, and is sure that is exactly the way it will stay. After a respectful severance, Vera severed Jenny on August 18, 2010.
Marital status: Engaged to Thane (IGN: Thane+Thax)
Sire: None
Siblings: None
Childer: Vamane Corbin (IGN: Vamane), Akuma (IGN: Akuma+Synclair)
Frequently seen with: Anna-Molly Cuan Dumont (IGN: AnnaMolly), shining1 Aurelia (IGN: shining1), Cenendranari Rane-Niteblade Aurelia (IGN: Cenendranari), Alaska (IGN: Alaska), Adalynn (IGN: Adalynn), Liz Summers (IGN: Liz Summers), Melanctha Monaghan-Aurelius (IGN: melanctha), Vamane and Akuma.
Special Powers: She can fly.
Actually, no. Jenny doesn't pride herself on being exceptional. It was never something that she was, never something that she expected to be. She does normal things, but strives to do her best at them.

Clan Information
Present: The Republic of RavenBlack
Previous: None

Employment:
Present: Editor, writer, amateur photographer.
Past: Vagabond, journalist, editor.


History:
The Early Years: Jenny was born as Jennifer Stella Villari in Chelsea, London, United Kingdom. Her mother died when she was a child, leaving her with only her father. As a result, he and she formed a close relationship. He was the light in her life for a number of years. He worked as a printer and columnist for the London Times. Though women were not permitted to be in the workforce, being a long-time printer for the paper, a colleague allowed him to let her deliver papers under-the-table, so to speak, so she could make herself some money. It wasn't out of the ordinary for her to come back home at nearly five in the morning at times, black ink staining her cheek and the palms of her hand from the papers.

Late living years/early unlife years: Jenny never did make it to her late living years as a human. One morning while she was delivering her papers, she was accosted by a group of gentlemen who were clearly drunk. At the time, she had thought it had been on cheap liquor. She found out that it was on the euphoria that came along with draining blood. She had tried to skirt away from them by dodging into a nearby alley, but had been cornered and thus, her vampiric life had begun. She'd woken up around five thirty that morning, shortly after they had left her, feeling sick and cold. She stayed in her house for nearly a week, not speaking or seeing anyone until the pain of her transformation was complete. Her father was too startled by the change of her outward appearance that he was scared of her. Rather than living such a life, Jenny left her home of Chelsea and set off to find somewhere in order to come by how she could end what she was or an explanation from someone of her own kind. Eventually, she found RavenBlack.

Mid Unlife: Jenny started off in RavenBlack City quite alone on February 17, 2006. Before that, she had wandered America randomly, attempting to find a place to go. That place came in the form of the City. She had a few friendships, some of which she still has, during the first year and a half that she was there. An emotional run-in brought her to a vampire named David, who she didn't like, which eventually led her to the union of her and her now-sister, Beautiful Sin, who she certainly likes. She and Jenny connected emotionally and became extremely close, fast friends. Since then, they've been nearly inseparable; they were both offered to be sired by numerous people, though they knew who they wanted to sire them, and that is who did: Vera.

Present unlife: Jenny is now clanned and a full citizen of the Republic of RavenBlack, working diligently on progressing herself within the clan. She is sire to two childer, and happily at that. She is sireless.

Merits: Jenny's a caustic girl, though she'll only be caustic around those who she had a distaste for or those who she knows won't take offense from it, with a faux self-confidence. She'll try to charm those who she meets, though really has difficulty when it comes to meeting people that are new to her. She's unbearably shy, though she tries to hide it by acting like she isn't. She's normally quiet unless she's with her best friends or family. She has an aspiration for knowledge, completely dedicated to a goal once she sets her mind to it. She likes to know everything that she can about things and will see to it that she does, by almost any means. She's stoic when she's upset, though she's quite loving on a normal basis. She doesn't forget much, but will always forgive those who truly deserve it. She is absolutely dedicated to her family and friends and will stand by them no matter what.
Flaws: Once Jenny doesn't like you, you might as well stick that on your tomb, because she can hold grudges very easily. There aren't that many people that she really dislikes, but once she does, it isn't going to change. She can be flippant at times, which is a bad attribute, though if she's talking with the right person, she'll sober up immediately and drop the games. She will tease people, even if it's a joke, that she barely knows, though whether it's because she likes them or wants to annoy them, it depends on the person. She gets attached to people easily, very easily. Some may see that as a welcome weakness to exploit.
What she admires in her fellow vampires: Spontaneity. Causticism. A challenge. Out-going personalities. Kindness towards those who deserve it. Boldness. Outre behaviour. Conversationalists.
What she loathes in her fellow vampires: Idiocy. Attention whores. Whores in general. Those with no self respect. Those with no self control. Those with no grasp of language. Those whom are always pessimistic, all the time. Those who whine about their situations, yet done nothing to change them. Those that act superior. Those that are all bark and no bite.
Fears: Being lifted up. Being left alone. Hurting those she cares about. Being misunderstood.


IG Stuff:
You have drunk 28000+ pints of blood.
Powers: Second-sight Suction Surprise Perception Celerity(3) Stamina(3) Shadows(3) Thievery(3) Locate(3) Telepathy(3) Charisma(3)
You are sire to one other vampire, including: Vamane and Akuma Synclair
You are a master vampire, with no sire.
You have no direct siblings worthy of your notice.

My face scrunched up, heavy half-lidded eyes blinking away sleepiness. The dark room was distinctly cold and the stiff covers did little to retain warmth. My body was curled up into a tiny ball, legs tucked underneath me in order for body heat to keep my feet comfortable - or at least keep them from freezing. Was it three o’clock already? I wondered. The blue cotton curtains were hanging loosely at the window, which no light shined out of.

I slid my feet out of the cot, stirring noiselessly at yet another tap tap tap on my door. “I’m up, father,” came my hoarse reply, dry throat making the words scratchy. My father, an intelligent, albeit poor printer who worked for the London Times, woke me up everyday at three in the morning. Of course, Parliament never permitted women to work - the thought itself might’ve been laughable to all of the businessmen - but I had somehow gotten lucky. I delivered newspapers in hopes to retrieve more money, considering working at the printing press didn’t pay much - maybe four quid a week, if we were lucky.

The cold floor sent goosebumps up my legs, the scratchy and faded wool nightdress I wore hardly casting much comfort. My work clothes were set up in a neat pile on the chair across from my room, where a secondhand dresser was pushed up against the wall. The catch for delivering papers was that I was not to be recognised. An old gingham pair of trousers, as well as a matching black vest and overcoat were resting on the chair. Atop the array of apparel rested a simple grey hat of poplin.

I took the clothes before seating myself in front of the mirror, studying my tired reflection. Once I put these clothes on, I would look nothing like a girl. Nothing like your mother, my father would say. I wasn’t sure what she looked like, though he had always said it with a certain affection. I didn’t house any of the same kindness toward the woman who had birthed me. As far as I was concerned, her dying of pneumonia three weeks after my arrival into this world was her own fault. She had left me and my father, who still grieved the lost of his late wife who had died nineteen years prior. I wouldn’t forgive her for putting him through that turmoil.

My nightdress fell to the floor and I quickly fetched some underclothes and a corset which was fashioned to straighten me out, rather than curve the rest of my body. I didn’t have any of the pretty ones, anyway. It wouldn’t do me much good - I had no proper shoes, dresses or any of that frilly nonsense. I was lucky to have what I did, a small room in my father’s house, along with furniture for it. I pulled the trousers on half way, standing up to fasten their straps. A simple grey shirt came next, then the vest, then overcoat. My hair was black, like my father’s, though that was one of the few physical traits I inherited from him. The small nose, quirked mouth, sharp cheekbones, and wide blue eyes were all from my mother, along, said my father, with the slope of my shoulders, curve of my legs, and even my toes.

It was an unsettling thing to know that my father would never get over his late wife and it was even more sad that I had to play the part of a daughter who mourned for a woman whom she couldn’t remember. I suppose the thought crossed my mind that I might’ve liked to have a mother, to explain things to me like becoming a woman, changing, and all the thoughts I’d experienced, and then later admitted to thinking in confession, however my father was my best friend. My mother would have demanded his attention, taken him from me, and I would have never wanted to lose him.

I reached behind me, took my hair into my hands, curled it into a bun and pushed it high up on my head, plopping the hat atop the simple pile afterward. If I did look like a boy, I thought to myself, visibly awed by how different the reflection gawking back at me was, I certainly was a girlish one.

I pushed the chair back and rose from it, turning to exit the room through a squeaking wooden door and into the kitchen. A small fireplace was giving off a bit of warmth, though I couldn’t see any fire. The embers were still red though, spilling some ashes from the wood onto the metal hearth. My father was bent over a pot of boiling water, just taking it off the dying fire. His salt-and-pepper hair was thinning in age, brown eyes looking tired. His smile didn’t reflect that emotion, though, when he saw me approach.

“I was just making some tea,” he said. “Sit.”

I obeyed him quietly, my eyelids still feeling heavy. It really was tiring to be getting up so early, though the prospect of some steaming tea before I set out to deliver papers was comforting. The papers rested in a neat pile on the table in a tarpaulin rucksack in case of rain. I might’ve liked the fabric for something else, but it wasn’t mine to take. The palms of my father’s hands were stained black from the ink on the papers. He’d folded them for me. I smiled to myself.

“Thank you,” I said meaningfully, once he had given me my tea and chose the seat across from me. Surely he’d knew what I was thanking him for, not only the tea.

His eyes flashed, his returned smile looking kind. “You look different,” he said, adamant in his daily routine. “Nothing like your mother.”

I forced a smile at the corners of my lips, stirring the contents in the terra cotta mug slowly. Because china was so expensive, my father made our own cups and dishes. He’d learned how to from his late mother, who had been a potter. “But a handsome gentleman I make,” I boasted playfully.

“A prettier wife, I think,” he replied. I blushed at the compliment, smiling demurely. “Have you spoken anymore with James? He courts you so much, I haven’t a clue why he hasn’t asked for my permission to marry you.”

I lowered my eyes to my tea, raising the mug up to my lips in order to sip slowly. “Mr. Wolford has spoken to me about it a bit before,” I admitted quietly, not being able to help the curve of my lips as they pulled upward. James Wolford was a simple news reporter at the London Times, who had seen me stop by one evening to deliver a message to my father. He’d stared at me as I had walked by and laughed as he saw me, since I was flustered by the attention I was receiving.

Since then, Mr. Wolford had stopped by at least four times a week. He had been always so formal and polite, I was beside myself attracted to him. I had been saving my money for the perfect dress to buy in case he invited me to go on an important outing with him. It was already planned that whoever I got married to, I would be wearing the same wedding dress that my father’s mother had.

“He should hurry up then,” my father grumbled from his mug, the stubble on his chin collecting a drop of tea. “ ‘Else another gentleman will beat him to it. I can’t be bothered to hold ’em off forever.”

I rose from my seat, setting my now empty cup of tea carefully on the table. “Of course,” I replied affectionately to my father, “but it’s time for me to go.”

He followed me in suit, setting his cup down gingerly. He picked up the sack that held the papers and handed it to me, afterward bending to kiss my forehead. “Be careful, love.” His hand squeezed my arm through the coat lightly before he pulled away, walking me to the door.

“I’ll see you soon,” I’d replied softly. “You don’t need to wait up.” I opened the door, dismayed to find that it was drizzling. It wasn’t, say, out of the ordinary for the city, though I did enjoy my job much more when it wasn’t raining. House after house, I placed a paper accordingly on top of a stoop, in a postbox, into the hands of an early riser. It was monotonously standard. The cobblestone streets hurt my feet through the plain black oxford set that I wore. They were secondhand and, as a result, their laces were frayed and tethered, but I only used them for deliveries. It was, however, better than my slippers.

It must have been close to five o’clock by the time I was nearly finished, because I remembered one of the large chiming clocks telling me when it was quarter-to. I knew it hadn’t been long.

“ ‘Ey, lad!”

My eyes widened. Had there been someone around just a few moments ago? I hadn’t been that lost in thought. I lowered my gaze toward the wet streets, walking swiftly to the south, from whence I had come.

“I said, oi, lad!”

I paused. What if it was a member of the Scotland Yard? Then they might catch me… but it would not be best to ignore them. I turned, arms tired from the weight of the papers, though now I only had one left over. “Y-yes, sir?”

I saw immediately that it wasn’t a member of the authorities. Clearly, it was a man, a wealthy one. Also clearly, he was drunk. At one point, I’m sure he looked handsome - even dashing in his navy tweed suit and matching eyes, along with fashionable blonde hair, but now, the mud caked on the jacket and his pant legs, while water dripped from the bridge of his nose, which made it hard to even consider him in league with anything remotely handsome.

“What’cha doin’ out so early for, my boy?” he bellowed rudely, stumbling toward me. I cringed, taking a few steps back. “You givin’ out papers?”

I blinked, turning to glance behind me. I was so far away from home. I’d wished, more than anything, that James could just walk by. Walk by and notice me, help me. “Yes, sir,” I replied evenly, trying to keep the girlish lilt out of my voice.

“I hate the paper,” the man muttered darkly, to either himself or me I wasn’t sure; “hate the whole bloody system. Bunch ‘o arrogant pricks sitting at their writing desks, thinkin’ that they’re worth a peck. I’ll bloody kill ‘em. All of ‘em.” His eyes looked wild, his hair straggling about his face. “Even you, lad.”

“What a shame.”

I blinked, having to take a double look at the man in front me. During his tirade, it was he and I, but the last speaker had simply arrived. He must have known the man, I was sure, must have been following him. Surely he hadn’t just appeared. Such things were out of the ordinary. It must have been my lack of sleep. The realisation that I would be alright after the drunken man’s threat seemed to weigh down on me and I settled back into an uncomfortable, albeit better state. “Sir?” I asked at the same time the drunkard gasped, “Not you!”

“It appears, paperboy, that you’ve run into the very nuisance that I have been chasing.” The man behind the stupor ridden blonde focused. I saw that his eyes flashed silver, which was uncommon. His hair was brown and curled gently around his angular face. He was astonishing. The emphatic tone in his voice, though, meant he could call me out to the authorities. As he said this, my assailant stumbled toward me, then away, his face looking horror-stricken.

My heart started to beat faster in my chest. “Sir, are you planning on harming this man?” I twittered nervously, my hand digging into the strap at my shoulder. Beautiful or not, this man was clearly dangerous. The relief flooded from my mind as fast as it had come and I felt as though I could literally taste fear. It clawed at the back of my throat and rose up onto my tongue like bile, a thick, metallic flavour that couldn’t be distinguished with even the strongest drink.

“Get ‘im away fro’me, lad!” The drunkard was already well on his way down the street, his shoes falling off and leaving his stocking feet to catapult against the cobblestones as he attempted to run. I wasn’t sure how I was to help keep the brown-haired man away from the blond, but it was of no use. The silver eyes met mine, which widened, and the man’s left eyelid lowered slowly before rising back up in an astute wink. He dashed ahead and after the man, and it was as if it were effortless. In seconds, the drunk was in the grasp of the man, who was yelling now, quite vehemently.

I was too stunned to react, to follow. Surely he’d want to come after me for having seen. I sprinted away as quickly as I could, making no attempt to mute the large splashes as my shoes hit the still puddles of water. My hat fell off in the process of my running, black hair straggling loosely behind me. Being that I had never had a long run before, I was losing wind, quickly. It pained my chest, and my body was unused to such baggy clothes. The apparel was turning out to be much more of a hassle than intended, and soon I was starting to trip over the pant legs. I stopped running, but walked fast, my hair acting as a curtain to shield my face.

A bell tolled in the distance, informing all who were awake to hear it that it was finally five in the morning. There was no sun on this wintry morning to leak in light from in between the buildings. The grey sky had lightened somewhat, though being winter, it would be a while before it was fully light out. I must have been a kilometer from my home.

Then there was the beautiful brown-haired man. My stomach clenched as fear gripped it and I whirled away, not being able to help a gasp. He was going to kill me. This thought was only reinforced when his hand clamped onto my forearm, dragging me back. I was skint, weak, and completely unprepared for this. I’m sure by this time any of the higher class women would have fainted. I knew I shouldn’t - would not be that weak. “S-sir, I need to go.” What a feeble request.

A belligerent laugh sounded from his perfectly proportioned lips. “There’s not a need to by shy, my love!” His voice sounded excited and there was an accent I couldn’t quite place. Was it Russian? The thought was dizzying. “Why, we’re just getting to know one another!”

Would it enrage him more if I tried to pull away? Would it even be worth it, since I knew full well that my capability was ineffectual? “I-I need to go home, sir, immediately.” The paper in my hands was soggy. The ink was starting to run down my hands, disappearing beneath the sleeves of my apparel.

His gaze had darkened. He had to have been insane. The hand squeezed my arm tighter and I cried out instinctively. He silenced me immediately and pulled me to him, tilting my head back forcefully. “Don’t make anymore noise,” he hissed reprovingly, “or I swear, I’ll kill you now.” I barely had time to process this threat logically. A piercing jolt of pain hit my throat and his head was bent toward the source.

“You’re a m-monster!” I cried bitterly, beating at his back with a fisted hand. The feeling was grotesque, horrible. I felt violated and unclean, as if my God would smite me immediately for not being able to fend this - this man off. His own fist shot out and connected with my stomach, knocking the slimming corset to the side, causing it to cinch my ribs and upper body. Breathing now was a task to be reckoned with. If I had felt dizzy before, my vision was horrible now. Not enough oxygen was being allowed into my body and horror was my only feeling.

I didn’t feel the second piercing pain as his lips met my throat again. I also didn’t hear his threat. My ears felt like they were burning, burning clear off, and my vision had gone black. If one were to ask me how the rest of that played out, I would tell them I had no recollection. No. The only thing I remember after that is waking up in a puddle while nearly clean newsprint was sprawled on the ground beside me. All I knew was that I was no longer breathing, but my throat didn’t claw for oxygen. I still ached and still felt dizzy. The London Times front page peered up at me with a large picture of my Queen, bleeding black ink across the page. The only readable thing was the date. The fifteenth of the eleventh month in the eighteen hundredth and seventy fifth year. It was nearing six in the morning, so said the clock, and the distant sound of shoes clicking against cobblestones was enough to force me to crawl home.

My father was sleeping, as I had expected him to be. I collapsed in my room, trying to tell myself to be quiet and not wake up him. That wouldn’t be a good daughter.


After that morning, I realised it hadn’t mattered. He never saw me as a daughter again.

Vera Von Tottlein - What could possibly be said about Vera that could begin to cover Jenny's affection for her? Smart, classy, stubborn, and strong, Vera Von Tottlein is everything that her second childe wishes she could be. Having sired Jenny on April 22, 2008, but having acted like a sire for months before that siring, Vera has always been admired in Jenny's eye, not only for being her first sire, but for being one of the best sires that Jenny had ever heard of. After Vera's long hiatus, however, Jenny's loyalty struggled. Keeping in mind the suggestion that Jenny could be "loyal to a fault," Jenny and Vera discussed their feelings and they had a respectful severance on August 18, 2010.

shining1 Aurelia - If there ever was a genuine "perfect match," shining would be Jenny's, and Jenny would also like to think likewise. Jenny and Shiny have had their disagreements; they've had their quarrels, their arguments, their fights, but no matter what it is that may have brought the two even slightly estranged from one another is also overcome - and swiftly. After Vera's leave and Shiny's return, Shining acted like the sire that Jenny, at the time, needed. Later on, she discovered that Shiny was exactly the type of sire she wanted. This discovery came with many dramatics, but is one of the few things that Jenny is certain of anymore.

Vamane Corbin - Jenny's first childe is Vamane. Sired in January of 2010, she spent months before that, slowly but surely getting to know him. Throughout this long process of gaining Vamane's trust, Jenny had not really been thinking "I want to sire him." It only became evident to her once he actually appeared to be looking for a sire. Since the offering and acceptance of a sire/childe relationship, it is certain (and more than likely evident) that Jenny's love for Vamane has grown exponentially. Despite the fact that they don't agree on everything, it's almost unfortunate that Jenny's practically a pushover for her childe. Unable to stay mad at him, unable to be truly angered by any of his opinions, she has more than once tacked on the description of Vamane being her "favourite man in all the city." Truer words couldn't really be spoken.

Akuma Corbin Aurelia - Though Jenny acted a temporary sire for Akuma in the fall and the beginning of winter in the 2009 year, it didn't take long for Jenny to realise that treating Akuma like a childe was not only easy, but it was right. Having acted as a stand-in sire for Akuma while her then-sire, Cenendranari, was away, the bond that formed between Jenny and Akuma sealed the relationship that came when Jenny permanently resired Akuma in April 2010. Regarding her "Simba" as one of the sweetest personalities that anyone could come across, Jenny strongly admires her second childe's ability of loyalty and affection. More than once, she has gone to Akuma when needing help, and openly welcomes that same invitation - the only problem is, Akuma usually forgets to accept it.

gmanusrex Aurelius - Though when initially introduced to the Roman Warrior Jenny was intimidated and anxious about her new great grandsire liking her, gman probably wouldn't like to know now that the adjective Jenny most associates with him is "cute." Always there with a cup of cocoa and a warm hug whenever it's needed, gman has been a consistent figure throughout the time that she's known him, and she wouldn't trade his understanding words of advice and patience for anything. Excellent for a chat over scotch and chocolate, gman is certainly one of the greatest vampires that Jenny has encountered in the city.

Melanctha Monaghan-Aurelius - It's doubtful that anyone wants to see the proud, strong Melanctha when she's angry, certainly not Jenny, but this hasn't stopped her from making Mel angry once in a while. Despite their differences on some matters - and ways to handle them - it goes without saying that Mel is one of the most influential women in Jenny's life. Being as fierce and bold as Jenny wishes she could be, Mel offers an example that leaves little to be desired in anyone else. More than anything, Jenny's ultimate goal is to impress Mel and make her proud. Normally preferring to keep her feelings to herself, Mel is one of the few persons that Jen will completely open up with - when she thinks about it.

Thane Thax - Jenny has known Thane Thax since his friendship with her sire, Vera, a few years before Jenny and Thane became once more acquainted. Instantly taken in with the intrigue that surrounded the necromancer, it didn't take long for feelings to develop for Thane. Thankfully, on Jenny's part, those feelings were requited. Caught up in a whirlwind of "loveliness," Jenny would say, her relationship with him rather quickly turned into an engagement. Banking on a long engagement, however, every night that Jenny spends with Thane - be it through talking, pillow fights, or simple cuddling - she couldn't possibly regret her decision to bind to him.

Sin Von Tottlein - It was all because of iron spoons. Jenny and Sin met in springtime of 2007 and since then, it's fair to say that Jenny has adored this vampiress more than nearly anyone. Though events occurred that have made the sisterly relationship between Jenny and Sin be a little less close than it used to be, Jenny wouldn't hesitate to stand up for Sin - no matter what the costs. Clever, beautiful and charming, Jenny has always admired Sin, and she always will.

evilive inc - "sir evilive." What could be said about him? Incredibly frightened and timid around evilive for a very long time, it took a while for Jenny to really begin to open up to this magnificent, intelligent, incredible vampire. Always having been captivated by the air of authority that seemed to hover around evil, throughout their chats - though not as plentiful as Jenny would like them to be - evilive has managed to transform Jenny's point of view with advice that will always be regarded as invaluable.

Promethius Lokason - When Jenny thinks of Prom, she thinks of madness. This isn't necessarily a bad thing. When Promethius was still around, before his odd disappearance that she hadn't even been slightly aware of, she had always appreciated talking with him - especially when it wasn't strictly joking. That wasn't because Prom wasn't funny; it was because most of the time, Jenny didn't get it. The only father figure that Jenny has ever and probably will ever consider, Promethius, strong with what she assumes as a faux arrogance, is someone that isn't easily forgotten, and that will forever stand true in Jenny's case.

Anna-Molly Cuan Dumont - Anna, Anna, Anna. Anna is Jenny's best friend. Anna and Jenny are almost opposites. Whereas Anna is free-spirited and easy-going, quick-tempered and boisterous, Jenny is meek, shy, and more or less quiet. The only person that's really been able to pull her out of that enclosed casing is Anna. Jenny awes her best friend; that much is evident. Feeling like she's able to truly act any way that she can around her, Jen is always happy to go to Anna. She knows she will always get the truth, but that honesty is exactly what Jenny needs in a friend, and it's no surprise to her that Anna encases all of the qualities necessary to make a good friend.

Cenendranari Rane-Niteblade Aurelia - Jenny and Cenendranari met by mistake, and it was one of those mistakes that will forever be labeled as a godsend. A charisma quest brought Jenny and Cenen together, but it would take an army to separate Jenny from her other best friend. Sweeter than all the candy in the world, Cenen is one of the loveliest vampires that Jenny has ever met, and has been there countless times to help Jenny back up when she's fallen, and it's, on Jenny's best effort, been vice versa. Now that Cenendranari is apart of Jenny's family, their bond has strengthened, and Jen wouldn't trade that for anything.

Liz Summers - Jenny likes to give compliments, but the beautiful Liz Summers makes it far too easy. Liz is one of the nicest, sweetest vampiresses that Jenny has met in her time in RavenBlack, yet she also possesses the ability to kick anyone's ass without so much as a blink. Who couldn't admire that? Regarded by Jenny as close to a sire as someone not in her family could be, Liz has helped Jenny throughout so much and will forever be held in the highest esteem for her class, tact, and grace. Jenny's tried and she hasn't been able to find a single fault with Liz yet. That may be a matter of perspective, but it's likely that it will never change.

Lass St. John - Lass - n. crazy, insightful, incredibly helpful. When Jenny first met Lass, she thought that the woman was lovely. Little did she know that Lass would be helping her shape a decision that would effect the rest of her time within the city. Lass, with all of her wisdom and kindness, is someone that she's always regarded. Though Lass is now under the impression of memory loss, Jenny is waiting hopefully for the night that Lass returns back to "normal" - as normal as normal can be for her - so that the two can once more catch up.

Layak Aeternus - It's hard to dislike Layak. That's why Jenny doesn't even bother. Though when she had first met him, she adopted something of a crush on "Mr. Aeternus," she has, upon getting him more, eventually realised that any affection she holds for Layak can be identified as nothing other than a type of sibling love. Though Jenny and Layak still have to get know each other much more, Layak is always good for a laugh, always good for a hug, and, certainly, always good for a little mischief.