Name: Dusk Black
Age: 17 (looks) 19 (actual)
Family: None
Species: Vampire - Turned
Rank: Nomad
Faceclaim: Audrey De Macedo

Soft spoken | Independent | Artistic
Shy | Gullible | Sarcastic | Naive

Born to Maria Black, a local coffee shop owner fighting a divorce case against her abusive husband, Dusk grew up without knowing who her father was. She would often ask about him, but the tears in her mother’s eyes every time she recalled the horrors and pains that the man had put her through, would make her more and more reluctant about knowing him. All she knew was that in the custody battle, her father was allowed to keep her sister but she never had the will to meet or get to know her. Maria was both her mother and her father, her only family and she didn’t need anyone else.

A pampered, wild child, Dusk would only ever sit back and let her mother breathe when she was within the confines of the small cafe, with blissful music floating in the air and a couple of books to keep her company. It was amazing to see the young child forget about all the chatters and hubbub of the local joint, and lose herself in the stacks of books piled on the counter and the soft tunes flowing out of the speakers a willing company to her fantasy land.

She was often accompanied by a notepad Maria had gifted her on her eighth birthday, and the young child could be seen scribbling on it every now and then. Her scribbling however soon progressed to drawings of inanimate objects, and eventually the black and white linings were filled with colours as she drew everything her mind could conjure.

She breezed through middle school with a certain determination to be on top and followed up to High School with the same easy going, attractive persona and her velvety voice that had people flocking to be her friends. She was humble, however, offering tutoring help, wardrobe choices, technological help and anything people approached her with. She still retained a wild child streak to herself, often being the center of attraction in parties and nightclubs and her usual drama-seeking persona kept her life entertaining.

In amidst of all this, Dusk still held on to her passion for art and music and even if it was for one day, she’d go to the cafe every week to help her mother out and give herself time in her own small world she had built all these years. It was more of a necessity than a hobby and she found herself skipping on parties at time to devote herself to the stacks of books piling up on the cafe counter.

It was the developing interest in art that made her visit the new Art Museum that had launched a couple of weeks back. The great marble structure standing tall in the town square had gathered many a interests and Dusk was just one of those that quickly bought herself tickets for a weekend show. She, however, did not realise that her this passion for art would rip her away from the perfect life she had built for herself.

Pierson Flagiris was a Vampire who used the new Museum as a front to keep his daily supply for fresh blood coming. He would lure out his audience into the dark secret corridors and feed from them till they were either limp or unconscious and Dusk happened to be one such human audience that had caught Pierson’s attention.

While marvelling at the paintings hanging across the gigantic porcelain walls, Dusk’s attention was caught by a lean, muscular male standing at the other end of the room, his deep cerulean gaze calling out to her. The tempted teenager followed him out of the brightly lit room and into an unknown corridor, coming to a stumbling halt when he came up behind her, pulling her into his embrace.

It was all fun and frolic till Dusk found herself pressed against a wall, and an unfamiliar prick grazing her soft skin. Alarmed instantly, she pushed the male’s face away to notice the long sharp fangs that protruded from his hungry mouth, drops of blood - her blood - already swirling around the tips. And she screamed, with all her throat and lungs teaming together to let her cry for help echo throughout the building.

But no sound pierced the silence like she had expected it to. She was somehow muted and the male looked at her with a sly determination and before she knew it, tears were running down her features and he was drinking in large gulps of her blood. She felt dizziness overcome her mind and before she knew it, Dusk was sliding down along the wall, darkness soon spreading across her vision.

By the time she regained consciousness from the painful black-out, Dusk found her every sense perceiving much more intensely. She was scared, almost paranoid of what was happening to her when a tantalizing smell of honey and oranges pulled her out of the darkness and back out of the building. The midnight moon washed over the female standing in front of the building and Dusk was instantly attracted to the throbbing vein at her neck. Without wasting a single moment she flung onto her and with natural animal instinct driving her, she pushed her fangs into her just like Pierson had struck her, draining her of almost all the blood, leaving her limp on the pavement.

As realisation of what she had done slowly washed over her, pulled out of the insatiable hunger that lusted in her veins by the police sirens, Dusk found herself running. Running from everything and everyone, running from the picture perfect life she had built, running from her home. And she ran till she was perhaps states away, her legs taking her far at incredible speeds that had her surprised. Everything blurred at her sides as she seemed to zoom past it all till coming to a dragging halt right at the welcome sign of Evermore City.

Dusk spent the next couple years learning who she was, and trying to adapt to the idea of supernatural as well as she could. Her usual bright coloured wardrobe had been traded for dark leather jackets and boots and her cheery, bubbly personality for a sarcastic, sultry Hunter who played Vigilante to all the helpless humans like her former self that would be trapped in hostile situations once the sun set. She traded art museums for concerts, the memories of her turning still etched into her mind and although she still sketched, she only ever kept her passion a secret.

Although she was now a Huntress, Dusk knew she had to feed off of humans to stay alive and so she carefully charted out a routine and ways in which she wouldn’t harm anyone and also satiate herself. Her first mistake had already plunged her into enough guilt to commit the same mistake again. She didn’t want to become the monster that had claimed her and tried to live as normally as possible, making friends, exploring places and trying to fit in.