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Pixal
Pix grew up in the streets of Los Angeles as a drug dealer and participated in acts of vandalism. Her mother died a crack addict and her father got locked up for unauthorized creations of weaponry, arson, possession of 20 kilos of coke and blew up an entire city on a coke binge. He was a demolitions expert that fell into drugs and dragged his two kids with him. Pix and Draven.

Both children were in and out of juvie for gang related offenses and behavioral issues. They were labeled as “The dynamite siblings”. They would constantly be concocting some plan to blow up something. Draven was the creationist and Pix was the artist. He would make it blow up and she would add the color. Two devilish siblings locked in the chains of a bad start. They were their own best friends and never needed anything else but something to make pow pow.

At the age of seventeen, Pix, got ripped away from her brother by legal officials or so she thought. They were in the middle of what would be their grand finale before Draven graduated. Blowing up the big state bridge. These people made no sound as they moved in on them. It was over in a matter of seconds and they disappeared with Draven. Pix tried to follow after them but they moved abnormally fast. Even with her above average speed and extreme flexibility, she couldn’t parkour fast enough to do any good. The most she managed was to grasp unto one of the men’s jackets for a brief moment. Little did she know, that action would change her life forever.

The man shook her off and sped away but just as quickly as he turned to leave, he stopped to face her. Through his animalistic teeth, “We came for him. You will not stop us. Forget him and you’ll live.” He hissed. The warning was clear but that was her brother. She would stop at no end to retrieve him once again.

She spent months after months having nightmares of these men that took him. Though, even the nightmares didn’t discourage her from picking up their trail. Trafficking drugs across the U.S. to get closer to their path, she finally caught scent of one of their hideouts.

She made the move but quickly met a bitter end. She fought them tooth a nail to find her brother. Even got a swing on one of them. Only to find out that these looked like the guys but were from the wrong family. She was shocked to find out that the ones she had found were not human. She tried to run but they caught her. Beat her to a bloody pulp and left her for dead.

She lay there in an abandoned house for hours. Coughing up blood and suffering from internal injuries and broken bones. There was no sign of hope for her. She was going to die never knowing what happened. Never being able to save her only friend in the whole world. She cried her first tears in what seemed like such a long time.

Then, there were footsteps. Someone was coming. A voice spoke in a soft murmur. “You were pretty feisty but also pretty dumb. What made you think that you could take on a few vampires?”

“What makes you think, I still can’t take you on, huh?!”

“You’ve got spirit but is that any way to talk to someone who wants to help you?”

“Help me? You probably stood there and watched the whole thing! Why would you want to help me?” Pix asked choking on blood. The one that entered the room knelt down and sat Pix up to look into her eyes. He smiled a toothy grin exposing his long white fangs. “Because I have use for you and I’m the only one that can lead you to what you seek.” He said in an aspiring tone.

She paused for a moment to think and quickly responded. “Teach me how to kill. Teach me how to search. Help me find my brother and I’ll do anything you ask”

“You know how this begins.”

*Laughs* “What are you waiting for…Im dying damnit”

The man sat there for a moment with her as he savored the moment. Everything was falling into his plan. Just before she breathed her last, he touched her head and her bruises became nothing. His hands made a motion across her chest and caressed her breasts and she moaned. His fingers were dancing with tingling sensations down her legs, touching her thighs, and rubbing her skin to take the afflictions and making them disappear. Finally, he groped her in a place she hadn’t been touched in a long time and every sense shot off like a million fireworks. Her bones were immediately mended back in place. The cracks and cuts sealed up with a powerful glow and the blood washed from her like running water. “Thank you, for this. I’ll repay you somehow.” Pix said hopeful. Feeling over her to make sure there wasn’t an inch that was missed off her delicate body, he smiled. “ Oh, there’s no doubt that you’ll repay me for everything I do for you. Or to you.” His smile grew wicked. Then, with one foul swoop and a quick puncture to the neck. Pix belonged to a world she never knew existed; Pix became something else. She gave up her soul to this one man to get her brother back.

Name: Pixal

Nickname(s): Pix

Character Sheet: sheetgen.dalines.net/sheet/46516

Species / Clan: Ravnos

Status: blood bound

Age: 1989

Age Appearance: 17

Gender: female

Nationality: United States

Ethnicity: Caucasian with ivory skin

Height: 5’9

Weight: 155

Religious beliefs: family is family

Sexual Orientation: Straight flexible

Appearance: Pix has long strands of pastel pink hair that fall to one side of her head most of the time. She wears a black, leather collar with a single silver ring dangling from it. Her skin is a silky ivory and shines like glass when wet. She wears a maroon spaghetti strap shirt that pauses at the top of her naval. A pair of beige short shorts full of pyro toys and small bombs ready for mischief. On her thigh she has a firearm strapped to her thigh ready to be fired off at any moment. On her right foot, she wears a dark maroon heel and on her left, a knee high black boot with a pointed heel.

Personality: Pix is a ditzy, hyper, curious, determined, young soul ready for danger and a good time. She always finds herself in and out of trouble with the law or someone of power from mischievous behavior. She is always ready to blow something up and make a glorious light show out of it to claim it as her own. When she has her heart set on something, nothing in the world can sway her attention. She will always finish the task presented to the at most completion and go above and beyond. She always hast to add her own little spark to things when shes around them for an extended amount of time. Shes courageous and always trying to do whats best for those she cares about.

Interests: Her most prized non-material possession is her long lost brother. Her deepest desire is to return him to the two man squad they had and find a new home. She really likes anything that can blow up. Dynamite, bombs, grenades, tanks, missals, tannerite, air pressure maximum, cleaning concoctions mixed with alcohol. You name something, she can concoct some form of timer and make a big boom. She’s the next to nothing demolition expert on your hands. She loves the taste of green apple sour straws and citrus fruits. She loves to partake in drugs, alcohol, and anything other worldly. She likes to parkour atop buildings and escape the law or trouble as quickly as she can. She has an obsession with winged animals and anything leather. Her favorite stone is tigers eye. Her favorite colors are red and black. Her favorite genre music is anything rock and roll. She loves fireworks and anything that glows.

Skills: Demolition expert. Firework specialist. Extremely flexible. Abnormal speed. Understanding of chemistry. Smith. Handgun handling. Cooking. Fairly good singer. Fashion enthusiast. Color schemes. Average computer smarts. Sewing. Hair stylist.