||Username||Ιηsεcυяε яεαℓιтч
||Name||Amealia-Lee Ashton
||Age||Sixteen
||Gender||Female
||Species||Vampire
||Pet||Eve||Weapon||Gun.
||Personality||** Amealia Ashton. There are many ways to describe such a complex being. But to sum it up in three words.
Sensitive.
Shy.
Distanced.
Sensitive. Shy. Distanced. Amealia isn't one to voluntarily open up to people. She is reserved and can appear to be anti-social but this is due to a lack of trust in others – a trait that has developed over countless years of disappointment and lies. Amealia is a gentle and kind person, one that feels and understands the pain of other people; pain is something Amealia understands more than most people. Amy is a genuine friend, you can rely on her – trust her – whether or not she returns the same trusting nature.
As mentioned, Amealia is not a social person. People are not a strong point she possesses; in fact she is at a disadvantage with most people. Amealia
is shy. She doesn’t often communicate with people, she prefers to remain silent – study them if possible.
Despite being a, in a sense, reluctant person, Amealia isn’t weak. She isn’t a push over. She isn’t afraid to attack if needed. Amealia is a quick thinker – she isn’t all that violent, but verbal retaliation is upon the list of Amy’s strong points.
||History|**Amealia's history is not filled with excitement, nothing of the sort. Amealia was brought up a normal girl. The one interesting thing in her life was the day she found out she was a vampire. That was quite a story. A story to be told later.
||Crush||Open
||GF/BF||Open
||Other||Amealia wore a stiff smile on her face as she walked along the footpath, gaze cast down, watching her feet as they moved her forward. A sense of reluctance surrounded the girl as she walked - perhaps it was her increasing dislike of school, perhaps not. But something was making Amealia feel uneasy. As the girl continued to walk, rain started to fall. Pulling up her hood, Amealia continued - nearing the school grounds with every step.
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As the rain heavied, the short, pale girl pulled the hood of the red, tarten jacket she wore with one swift move of her wrist. Swallowing she continued to walk, the wind blowing rain into her already partially damp face - blurring her vision, minimally. Bowing her head to prevent further imparement of her sight, Amealia's pace increased, slowing only as she came under the greatly appreciated shelter of the school's roof.