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Description
Basic Information
Name: Psyche Tismaneanu
Gender: Demigirl [ She/They ]
Orientation: Lesbian/Ace
Height: 5’2 | 152.4 cm
Age: ?? years old | 16 at death
DoB: October 14th
Magic: Blood
Tool: Amulet - Transforms into an Axe once users blood is drawn

Personality
Careful | Resourceful | Sensitive | Paranoid | Skittish | Weak-Willed

Throughout most of her living life and beyond, she has always been a careful person, not trusting anything before it proved itself to be no threat to her. Essentially, she is very resourceful and does her best to learn and adapt in any situation. Another positive is that she is sensitive to people's feelings, and despite her bad experiences with people in general, she tries to be kind and cheer them up, even if her way of cheering people up is more akin to a cat bringing in dead things. All with good intention though!
Even without memories of her past, she finds herself paranoid often. It doesn’t matter if she’s around people or not. She can’t help but look over her shoulder from time to time, or check over a corner before turning it. Almost a side effect from that, she’s awfully skittish as well and easy to sneak up on, despite her best efforts to keep their guard up. Loud noises certainly cause them to jump out of their skin, or a stranger tapping her shoulder would cause her to let out a strange squeal of fright. Unfortunately, she finds herself very weak-willed on top of all that. She doesn’t know any better for herself, and usually trusts the judgement of someone older than her, or anyone who had shown her a kindness. She rarely talks back or tries to argue, no matter what the issue is. She will assume it’s for the best.

History

She doesn’t really remember much. There are flashes of events and scenes, but sometimes she doesn’t even know if they were real to begin with. All she knew for certain was that her name was Psyche Tismaneanu, she’s a witch, and she had died. Well, it wouldn’t be very obvious at first glance, but the large scar on her chest had quelled her doubt the first time. She surprised herself with how easily she had accepted that she had died, but was also confused on how she got back. The wolf wasn’t familiar though, it stayed by her at all times. Was this a familiar? It was foggy but she remembered a blurry face- a woman? - speaking of these animal companions. It seemed to display a high level of intelligence, far greater than any other animal she had known, if she has known one.
She had awoken in a graveyard, and left after a while of pondering and meeting her familiar, whom she named Perun. Obviously she couldn’t stay, for one she was dead no longer. And there was a sense of urgency, she felt if she stayed too long someone might find her, and that sent shivers down her spine even if she didn’t know why. She spent most of her immortal life hunting and thriving in the wilderness, her wolf companion guiding her and sometimes hunting for her when she was unwell. Sometimes as she moved along the woods, it felt as if Perun was leading her somewhere. But she didn’t think much of it. He knew the wild better than they did, so they trusted he knew what he was doing. One night as they traveled, he did something that surprised and irritated them. He stopped in his tracks and sat down in front of the young vampire, eyes full of intent. She was startled for a moment, his piercing yellow gaze locked onto her dull lifeless ones.
Suddenly, she heard a voice in her head, it echoed throughout her skull as a soft male voice spoke, “Listen my companion, you’re not going to get any stronger living out your life out here. I know you are a witch, and you must your powers if you want to grow anymore. I know a place, I need you to trust that I can get you there. I’m sure your family had spoke of it to you, even if you don’t remember. I want you to get stronger, Psyche, I want you to be safe.”
The wolf scratched his ear lazily, as if he didn’t just speak to her, leaving her dumbfounded as she thought about his words. Magic. Witch. They were so familiar, she touched the scar on the chest. Witch. Yes, she was a witch, she remembered now. As she looked back at the black wolf, she gave a silent nod and the two went off into the moonlight.

Magic Element
Description: In most situations, she can use her magic through her amulet, which transforms itself into the form of a reasonably sized battle axe. The axe can only be used if the users blood comes into contact with the metal. The blood that contacts the axe is temporarily transported out of her body, fueling the axe with magic energy for a limited amount of time. Her more powerful and undoubtedly her most dangerous ability is the transformation into a monsterous skeletal bat, that is constantly covered in hot blood. It is decently powerful, where most of its strength lies in it maw and legs.

Drawbacks: For the axe, the more blood she usses, the more faint she gets. If the axe is held for too long, she will grow tired, dizzy, and extremely nauseous until the blood is returned to her body. For the bat form, she rarely transforms into it, for when she does they are blinded with pain and terrible rage. It is bloodthirsty and will only stop once her energy is dangerously low. Once she transforms back, she is rendered unconscious for at least three days. This form is only used in life and death situations, though she wishes to learn how to control it to some degree.

Roleplay Information
Availability: Discord || Google Docs
Preferred RP Style: Lit || Ask about script
Sample:

The vampire pokes at something on the ground with a pointy stick, their head tilted to the side as the stare at the object that is being subjected to the poking. On closer inspection, it seems the object is a dead squirrel. It seems fresh, if they could judge by the smell of its blood. It was strange sensing the blood that wasn’t even spilled, but it seemed it was a natural ability. At least, that’s what they think for now. She could be wrong. As she was starting to grow bored, and hungry, they heard footsteps approaching her. Panicking, she snags the tail with her hand and climbs up the tree the animal had fallen from, looking at the intruder with her dead eyes, her expression one of pure fright.
“W-Who are you!?” She shivered, trying to seem intimidating with her weak voice.
Additional Information
-Has PTSD, her familiar acts as a service dog when she goes through episodes and flashbacks
-Has amnesia, she doesn’t remember much from before she died, though she does get fleeting flashes of what might be her memories

-Entire right side of their face is burnt, their eye on that side is extremely hard to see through
-Animalistic, she doesn’t remember how to human much and it gets a bit gross
-As a vampire, she has to eat flesh and blood. Usually, she avoids eating humans. She goes for animals when it’s available.

Description
Basic Information
Name: Psyche Tismaneanu
Gender: Demigirl [ She/They ]
Orientation: Lesbian/Ace
Height: 5’2 | 152.4 cm
Age: ?? years old | 16 at death
DoB: October 14th
Magic: Blood
Tool: Amulet - Transforms into an Axe once users blood is drawn

Personality
Careful | Resourceful | Sensitive | Paranoid | Skittish | Weak-Willed

Throughout most of her living life and beyond, she has always been a careful person, not trusting anything before it proved itself to be no threat to her. Essentially, she is very resourceful and does her best to learn and adapt in any situation. Another positive is that she is sensitive to people's feelings, and despite her bad experiences with people in general, she tries to be kind and cheer them up, even if her way of cheering people up is more akin to a cat bringing in dead things. All with good intention though!
Even without memories of her past, she finds herself paranoid often. It doesn’t matter if she’s around people or not. She can’t help but look over her shoulder from time to time, or check over a corner before turning it. Almost a side effect from that, she’s awfully skittish as well and easy to sneak up on, despite her best efforts to keep their guard up. Loud noises certainly cause them to jump out of their skin, or a stranger tapping her shoulder would cause her to let out a strange squeal of fright. Unfortunately, she finds herself very weak-willed on top of all that. She doesn’t know any better for herself, and usually trusts the judgement of someone older than her, or anyone who had shown her a kindness. She rarely talks back or tries to argue, no matter what the issue is. She will assume it’s for the best.

History

She doesn’t really remember much. There are flashes of events and scenes, but sometimes she doesn’t even know if they were real to begin with. All she knew for certain was that her name was Psyche Tismaneanu, she’s a witch, and she had died. Well, it wouldn’t be very obvious at first glance, but the large scar on her chest had quelled her doubt the first time. She surprised herself with how easily she had accepted that she had died, but was also confused on how she got back. The wolf wasn’t familiar though, it stayed by her at all times. Was this a familiar? It was foggy but she remembered a blurry face- a woman? - speaking of these animal companions. It seemed to display a high level of intelligence, far greater than any other animal she had known, if she has known one.
She had awoken in a graveyard, and left after a while of pondering and meeting her familiar, whom she named Perun. Obviously she couldn’t stay, for one she was dead no longer. And there was a sense of urgency, she felt if she stayed too long someone might find her, and that sent shivers down her spine even if she didn’t know why. She spent most of her immortal life hunting and thriving in the wilderness, her wolf companion guiding her and sometimes hunting for her when she was unwell. Sometimes as she moved along the woods, it felt as if Perun was leading her somewhere. But she didn’t think much of it. He knew the wild better than they did, so they trusted he knew what he was doing. One night as they traveled, he did something that surprised and irritated them. He stopped in his tracks and sat down in front of the young vampire, eyes full of intent. She was startled for a moment, his piercing yellow gaze locked onto her dull lifeless ones.
Suddenly, she heard a voice in her head, it echoed throughout her skull as a soft male voice spoke, “Listen my companion, you’re not going to get any stronger living out your life out here. I know you are a witch, and you must your powers if you want to grow anymore. I know a place, I need you to trust that I can get you there. I’m sure your family had spoke of it to you, even if you don’t remember. I want you to get stronger, Psyche, I want you to be safe.”
The wolf scratched his ear lazily, as if he didn’t just speak to her, leaving her dumbfounded as she thought about his words. Magic. Witch. They were so familiar, she touched the scar on the chest. Witch. Yes, she was a witch, she remembered now. As she looked back at the black wolf, she gave a silent nod and the two went off into the moonlight.

Magic Element
Description: In most situations, she can use her magic through her amulet, which transforms itself into the form of a reasonably sized battle axe. The axe can only be used if the users blood comes into contact with the metal. The blood that contacts the axe is temporarily transported out of her body, fueling the axe with magic energy for a limited amount of time. Her more powerful and undoubtedly her most dangerous ability is the transformation into a monsterous skeletal bat, that is constantly covered in hot blood. It is decently powerful, where most of its strength lies in it maw and legs.

Drawbacks: For the axe, the more blood she usses, the more faint she gets. If the axe is held for too long, she will grow tired, dizzy, and extremely nauseous until the blood is returned to her body. For the bat form, she rarely transforms into it, for when she does they are blinded with pain and terrible rage. It is bloodthirsty and will only stop once her energy is dangerously low. Once she transforms back, she is rendered unconscious for at least three days. This form is only used in life and death situations, though she wishes to learn how to control it to some degree.

Roleplay Information
Availability: Discord || Google Docs
Preferred RP Style: Lit || Ask about script
Sample:

The vampire pokes at something on the ground with a pointy stick, their head tilted to the side as the stare at the object that is being subjected to the poking. On closer inspection, it seems the object is a dead squirrel. It seems fresh, if they could judge by the smell of its blood. It was strange sensing the blood that wasn’t even spilled, but it seemed it was a natural ability. At least, that’s what they think for now. She could be wrong. As she was starting to grow bored, and hungry, they heard footsteps approaching her. Panicking, she snags the tail with her hand and climbs up the tree the animal had fallen from, looking at the intruder with her dead eyes, her expression one of pure fright.
“W-Who are you!?” She shivered, trying to seem intimidating with her weak voice.
Additional Information
-Has PTSD, her familiar acts as a service dog when she goes through episodes and flashbacks
-Has amnesia, she doesn’t remember much from before she died, though she does get fleeting flashes of what might be her memories

-Entire right side of their face is burnt, their eye on that side is extremely hard to see through
-Animalistic, she doesn’t remember how to human much and it gets a bit gross
-As a vampire, she has to eat flesh and blood. Usually, she avoids eating humans. She goes for animals when it’s available.