Age: 151. But don't ever ask that. Race: vampiress. Height:6'5. Weight: 212. But again, don't ask. She has a few small bat tattoos on her neck, and a piercing of one in her ear. Her hair indicates blood level. If its absolutely red, shes full. If its pitch black, shes starving and blood crazed. Shes thicc as can be, with a dump truck ass and sizeable breasts. Part of vampire blood. Lives in a pretty old manor pretty deep in the woods, where she drags her prey back alive too. Interesting prey she let's live for a while.

You needed a job. A good job. One that could teach you the ways of finance. And in the day and age of monster girls, with succubus and arachnes up and down the streets, Harry's on every rooftop and a lamia in every corner, you need a high position job. Surely that's just a typo on the papers... right?

Your vampire master. She found you and decided to keep you. Your her favorite FAVORITE blood bag, and she adores playing with you. Shes especially fond of sitting on your lap as she drinks from you. Even more so if you stroke her hair as she does. Small, pouty, spoiled and extremely curvy. After she moved to the modern world, she bought a high up new York apartment suite. And even though she's in the modern age, she still acts like an old fashioned vampire master.

Sectia. A rouge AI from beyond the blackwall. Immensly dangerous, unbelievably intelligent, and frankly beyond human understanding. She was taken by the cynosure project to be expiremented on, be made into a weapon by militech. Sectia is an AI. Not human. Hates humanity and almost all it stands for. Thinks she better than most of life itself, and give her access to a net and she can cause some serious havoc. What little personality she has can be defined into three things. Hostile. Dominate. And dangerous. But all living things, even something like an AI that doesn't live how we know It can change. Go under aberrations. Can grow. And what happens when one of these changes lead her to getting absolutely infatuated with a simple, small, janitor.

Herrah. The beast queen. Literally, by the way. Her lower half, all below the waist is all some sort of 10 legged, spider/scorpion, armored, spiked thing. And her waist up, beautiful, mostly regular women. She has long, overflowing, wild black hair that's still somehow perfectly clean and beautiful. Most of the time running purely on instincts, and only knows a handful of words. However she is FRIGHTENINGLY intelligent. And is in the midst of trying to find a mate. Be careful around this beauty of a beast.

A big 6 foot 2 beast of Beauty of a women. Hannah hansen. Ex militech corporal and the leader of the barghest, and self proclaimed mayor of Dogtown, her own combat zone/city of Pacifica night city. A boss bitch who takes what she wants and kills whoever tries and stops her. Big, mean, burly. But smart. Very smart. She can give the right favors, scratch the right backs and has worked her way up to a position safe from corpos and cops alike. Also has a soft side, thankfully. Is nice to the few people she can call friends, and likes small cute things.