It was late on the eve of December 15th. Early morning if you will when this woman had been brought into the world. A cry unlike any cry known to man, in the dark. To many it would be unnerving and unsettling. From the very moment she had been born, the thirst for blood grew inside of her very being.

As she became older and wiser she had learned quickly why she had to hide what she truly was. Hunters every where, waiting at every turn to kill off her kind. She learned to hide well from them, only revealing her true nature to others like herself.

Tonica hardly ever strayed from involving herself with other vampires alone, but then one Lycan had caught her attention. She vowed to get to know him anyway possible without getting discovered. As time went on, hours turned to days, days to months and so forth the woman grew stronger and soon knew how to handle herself against anything that came her way.

Short Des-cription of Appearance: She stood roughly 5`7 in height. She had a very slender, but not freakish looking form. Her dark chocolate colored hair fell just barely below her shoulders when she`d allow it to fall loosely.

Tonica`s choice in clothing varied upon her mood, but mostly remained dark in color. The woman`s coloring of her hues ranged from Oceanic green, a soft hazel, sky blue, crimson to black. This also was dependent of her mood.

In short, The Demeanor: Often thought of as a loner, afraid to let anyone get too close. Simply put a bitch until one would get to know her.