ELLISIF GAIGER

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001. NAME• Ellisif Gaiger
002. NICKNAME• El, Siffy
003. REAL AGE• 27
004. HOW OLD YOU LOOK?• 22
005. BIRTHDATE• December 3rd
006. WHERE YOU LIVE?• London, England
007. AND YOU FEAST ON?• Animals are usually the first things she'll put her hands on...

001. YOUR FACE• Selma Blair
002. HAIR• Long dark brunette waves verging on a near constant state of that 'bed-head' look, through no fault of her own- how the Hell does she have time to brush her hair when she doesn't even have a stable roof over her head half the time, let alone own a brush itself?
003. EYES• Nothing too staggering here, just your ordinary hazel brown.
004. HIEGHT• 5' 5”
005. WEIGHT• Unfortunately for her, underweight at about 112lbs.
006. BODY MODS• Just standard ear piercings, she always wanted a tattoo, but it never happened.
007. FASHION/STYLE• Before her change she was every inch the happy student- fashion was enjoyable but on a budget. Despite her lean frame which could have always been shown off a bit more, she favoured the comfort of 80's or retro print big baggy jumpers and jersey dresses with colourful leggings with some kitsch heels or pumps. Nowadays, she's definitely holding on to the baggy jumpers and leggings, but the colours are dull and dark, with the odd rip and muddy mark- someone like her shouldn't stand out.

001. LIKES• The cinema, cheesy music, fur, apples, the smell of old books, stealing, crappy pickup trucks, laughing...
002. DISLIKES• Being the centre of attention, knives, the rain, smugness, wool, deviousness, being alone, salespeople...
003. FEARS• Storms, killing people, being 'found out,' dying, being hunted or caged
004. STRENGTHS• Agile, good at hiding, lockpicking, empathic, determined, is a realist.
005. WEAKNESSES• Reduced to quivering wreck in lightning storms, is inexperienced with vampire life as she's so 'young,' can be quite paranoid, blood lust, her vulnerability.
006. ODDITIES• Is captivated by miniature things, is double jointed, is so crap at cooking she could burn water, fidgets constantly.
007. ORIENTATION• Straight.
008. SPECIFIC MORALS• Just try try TRY not to kill anyone.
009. PERSONALITY OVERVIEW•
The past couple of years since her turning have given her personality a severe beating. The trauma of the turn itself, the forced uprooting from her family and friends and the constant unfamiliar surroundings have changed her from a confident, bubbly university student into a withdrawn, cautious street urchin.

But something that is true to form is her lack of bitterness, because she blames her situation on herself- she must have done something to deserve this life sentence, so she won't complain- she will just continue to survive and carry on. Those that actually pay attention to her probably just judge her as some kind of drug addict living on the streets; the furtive glances around, the avoidance of eye contact, head down, moving moving moving, the dirty clothes and dark set eyes. Of course ordinary people wouldn't know she was a vampire- and a 'baby' one at that. But the worry someone will spot this and stick her in a lab or something to be experimented on is always in the back of her mind (her vivid imagination constantly on active duty).

When early morning approaches, and she is hiding under metal sheeting off in some abandoned warehouse, she likes to pretend she's back home for the holidays moaning about exams with her family. She often dreams of bright red apples, and can atleast be grateful that she has something good to remember at all.

001. PARENT ONE• Laura Gaiger, History teacher in a Hertfordshire primary school.
002. PARENT TWO• Henry Gaiger, car mechanic.
003. SIBLINGS• Diggory Gaiger, younger brother, dropped out of university when his sister went missing, now works with their father.
004. PETS• none
005. HISTORY OVERVIEW•

There were no real problems with El's upbringing. She had a stable family to rely on, and the tight budget from the teacher and mechanic wage set her in good stead to understand the value of money and also the good brains to know that it didn't automatically give you happiness. She wasn't a goody-two-shoes when it came to studying but had more than a passing interest in the world around her, thereby achieving fairly good grades which finally got her into university after taking a year out travelling with a group of her close friends.

El was headed for a high grade degree when it came to her final year with the promise of some paid work experience abroad in America, when against her better judgement she tagged along to some house party on the outskirts of the town. The house was heaving when she arrived with two of her friends, everywhere you turned there were people drinking, dancing, and writhing around in each others arms. The music was base heavy and piercing- you had to scream your lungs out to talk to the person next to you.

In fact it was during a heavy bout of screaming that El realised she was totally screaming at no one she knew- her friends had been caught up in the crowd and separated from her. Being as polite as possible she jostled her way through the packed corridors, searching for her friends to no avail. But it was as she reached the Victorian-style conservatory that she felt someone staring at her. She didn't know at the time that she had been singled out to die that night.

El was approached by someone, she remembers that much, but a kind of druggy haze descends on her memories of what happened next. She suddenly thought it was a good idea to go out into the garden, even though it was raining hard. She was completely compliant with the cold hands that grasped her and pulled her along. But it was the sudden shock of pain, the vivid white pain, so clear like the flash of lightning in the sky above her; and the roar of her heart beat in her ears drumming through her like the boom of thunder, that brought her to her senses somewhat. The adrenaline pumping through her as her body instinctively fought to survive under attack, masked the taste of blood in her mouth.

She was found by her brother Diggory (who attended the same university) days later after sunset, half buried and broken under the shade of the large roots of an overturned oak tree down in the untamed land behind the house where the party had been in. And it was Diggory who suffered at the hands of her new found blood lust; as he yelled to the search party in the dark that he'd found her, she pulled him down and bit savagely into his arm...

Even now she could still see the look of horror in her brother's eyes, the disbelief and pain. She had sprinted away, far away before she could do any more damage. Confused, mixed up, and verging on a deep sickness, it was weeks later, long after she had escaped to London, that the true reality of her situation set in. Her life had suddenly turned from safe, to living on the run, snatching pets and vermin to feed on as she went.

Now she finds herself barely able to think about the logics of her being what she is, but she isn't dumb enough to ignore the hazards that come with being what she is either. El quickly learnt to steal what she needed, to break into places without leaving a trace she had been there, and how to hide from people who stared at her for just too long. She'd only been caught by the police once, and easily escaped them, but not before finding out her family were still searching for her even after all these years- at least, her parents were...

She had done something, surely, something terrible to deserve this. She just didn't know what.

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Ellisif ducked into the newsagents, narrowly avoiding the first few drops of rain that were starting to fall from the night sky. The glare of the neon strip lights highlighted her pasty looking skin, but the cashier didn't give her more than a cursory glance before resuming some paperwork at the till. She was trying to hide the edginess she felt creeping under her skin, the small knot of hunger in her stomach and the smell of a storm on its way had her doing mental somersaults.

She shrugged her old jumper back up on to her shoulders properly and headed over to the newspaper stand, flicking through the nearest one to see the next weeks weather. A sinking feeling was only the beginning of her feelings of anxiety. Tuesday: heavy rain, Wednesday: heavy rain and storms, Thursday-

“Shit.”

“Hey.” Ellisif looked up sharply, to find the cashier glaring at her. “They're for buying, not browsing.”

She shoved the paper back on to the stand, as another man came in through the doors reeking of cigarettes and wet dog. She didn't even have to wait for the cashier to be distracted, possessing quick enough speed to grab some chocolate bars off the rack and slip them up her sleeve without being noticed. Reluctantly, she stepped out into the rain, glancing fearfully at the black sky above, praying that it wouldn't storm tonight.

An old Rottweiler dog sitting by the door gave her a more than weary glance, beginning to growl low in the back of its throat, sensing something in her that humans couldn't perceive. She ripped open the chocolate bars and distracted the dog with them, pulling the lead so sharply it broke off the hook. Ellisif walked off quickly, the dog trying to eat and walk at the same time, before spotting an ideal dark alleyway to 'finish up' in.

Animals were easy to use, animals were there to be eaten after all, weren't they? And it was so much easier to do what she needed to, with the hunger up inside her and the fear of killing something bigger hanging over her. But as she stroked the old dog's fur, feeling the warmth of life surging underneath and seeing its now trusting eyes looking up at her, she knew that living like this was also slowing killing her.

Ellisif was long gone and the Rottweiler's body deeply hidden in a dumper bin, before the owner emerged from the newsagents to find the poor thing missing...