𝑨𝑳𝑬𝑿𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑹𝑰𝑨 𝑪𝑶𝑳𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑺

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𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒.𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞: alexandria collins - ( black )
𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬/𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐬: alex, sandie, lexi, often makes up fake names for herself to protect her actual identity depending on who she's talking with.
𝐚𝐠𝐞: appears to be 20/21
𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭: 5'1''
𝐬𝐞𝐱: female
𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫: female ( she/her )
𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫: blonde
𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡: london, england ﹙ 𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲 : russian )
𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡: april 16 , 1947 ( turned in 1966 )
𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: london, england. often travels around the world.
𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐬: vampyr/succubus
𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: club performer/singer.
𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐣𝐨𝐛𝐬: modeling , acting ( erotica ) , escorting/sex work .
𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: bisexual with female lean.---------------𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘
𝐛𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫: solanine collins
𝐛𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫: mikhail collins

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𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 : mentions of sex , drugs , death , murder , blood , gore , torture , cannibalism ( .ᐣ )

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐍 . . .𝐱𝐱𝐱.Alexandria grew up with a singular dream: to become a famous movie star and singer. 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐄. From a young age, she was driven by an intense desire for the spotlight, fueled by her mother's relentless ambition. Her mother, a cruel and narcissistic figure, imposed an unforgiving standard of perfection on Alexandria, insisting that anything less was unacceptable. This pressure shaped Alexandria's mindset and steered her life towards the pursuit of fame and success in the entertainment industry. Her father, on the other hand, was the opposite. He was protective and nurturing, looking after Alexandria in ways her mother never could. He provided a haven of support and encouragement, balancing the harsh demands of her mother. Despite these conflicting influences, Alexandria's passion and determination never wavered, propelling her ever closer to her dreams.As a little girl, she always knew she was destined to be a star. She didn't care for love, likely because she never knew or saw it from her parents; it was the last thing on her mind throughout her childhood and teen years. In her mind, she envisioned herself walking the red carpet, being photographed by millions, her face displayed on the large screens of movie theaters and billboards, and performing for crowds. That was her passion, her one and only goal. Fame and nothing more. She needed nothing else.-----𝐢. ( 𝟏𝟗𝟔𝟓 ) once the 𝐬𝐢𝐱𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 hit, it was as if she was finally right where she was born to be, the year she meant to 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞. The streets were 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 by the art of music, fashion, dance, bright colors all around, shops flooded by people wearing only the most desirable and 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐪𝐮𝐞 clothes. It was everything she ever dreamed of and more.𝐢𝐢. she figured she could at least try to perform a few gigs at local bars first in hopes of being noticed by someone 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝 who'd take her under their wing and further than where she was. That was until she met the man who changed her life forever and not in the way every girl fantasized about. Sure, he did notice her and even helped her get booked in only the most refined and sophisticated areas of London. Alexandra wasn't always this 𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞, but the man, the 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 himself wore a charm no woman could resist.𝐢𝐢𝐢. it was until her 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐡 show she began to realize what really was going on behind closed curtains; all the other young girls wearing flashy outfits and extravagant gear, showing more skin than other places would legally allow— it all began to make sense. and then, after that exact performance, the man had introduced her to another older man, a stranger yet very well known and 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐡 with a sheer evil look behind his eye as all others. He pushed her into getting with him, spending the 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 all for a handful of cash which all went to 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 and 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 for her, but shouts and lashes.𝐢𝐯. sandie had tried to get out of this 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 many times and every time she thought she was finally and safely free, she would be met with 𝐡𝐢𝐦 again, greeted with a slap across the face if she was lucky. Other times were worse when she would inconvenience him; hitting her, a threatening knife to her neck, a gun to her forehead. This was not what she was expecting when she moved to London. Her dreams and hopes 𝐚𝐥𝐥 shattered. Even fighting back and using her actual abilities, they just weren’t there anymore. However, Alexandra had soon gotten over her terrified phase, she no longer felt like herself or like a real person anymore, the light behind her eyes had died out and she had finally given up the fight.𝐯. ( 𝟏𝟗𝟔𝟔 ) one day she was assigned to another man, probably three times her age. He was the 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐭 of them all, having her perform 𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐨 acts, inflict pain upon 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 and if not, he would pull out the belt on her and lash her back and thighs. This had become the 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 and having nothing else to lose, Sandie grabbed one of the motel’s pens, raising it up at the old man and began to 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐛 his throat over and over, her 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 and 𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞 taking over her body, her mind a fog while she went in with the pen deeper over and over, until her arm became sore. The old man was left a bloody mess; his chest, his face, especially down his 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐞 area. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 managed to break through the door of the motel as soon as he heard the man’s shouting. his hands 𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 wrapped around the girl’s neck, tightening his grip, 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 her. Sandie's arms becoming too weak to move as well for legs from the lack of oxygen. and no matter just how hard she tried to fight back and break free; scratching at his face, his 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 . . . it was no use and she was left there right on that same dirty bed.𝐯𝐢. sandie’s fragile body was then found by a very tall, ethereal and godly woman. She had hair as white as powder and lips as red as the blood in which her hands were covered in as she wiped some away from her. She had managed to wake her up, rising her from the dead and '𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠' her into becoming one of her own; immortal and blood hungry. her blood family had already been through this, though they had died after being alive for centuries . . . although she had never seen that woman before in her life, she felt as if she had always 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 her. Like a guardian angel, she was. She even took her in, 𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝 her.𝐯𝐢𝐢. alex continued her little sidejob as an escort; she needed the money to get around and rent herself a more modern apartment complex all for herself. She preferred to live alone, not having to worry about nosey neighbors asking too many questions or hearing about their suspicions on her whenever she'd bring home those 𝐦𝐞𝐧 she'd meet at nightclubs. Funny thing was that she'd be doing their 𝐰𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 a favor as most of the men she'd come in contact with were always married or sometimes engaged. Still, not only did she 𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐞 and 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐩 them into becoming her next 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐥, but something inside her grew that day she first murdered that old man back in '66. She thought nothing of it at the time, though It was a good feeling. She felt freedom and ecstacy after every stab to the throat and puncture. One thing that 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 changed about her though, was her innocent curiosity. '𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯?' '𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘧..' always challenging questions running though her mind when she played and 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 upon her victims, mostly predators of all kind, 𝐦𝐞𝐧 specifically. After all, it was a definite stress reliever. After her anger rampage that day and others, her body felt as light as a feather that even cleaning up the mess wasn't as hardwork as others would say it would be. But most of all . . they made the most 𝐞𝐱𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞 dishes.

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𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒:- 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐑𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧
- 𝐌𝐞𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 / 𝐇𝐲𝐩𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧
- 𝐄𝐧𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐃𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲
- 𝐓𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧
- 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠
- 𝐕𝐚𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠
- 𝐑𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠
- 𝐈𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲
- 𝐑𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐨𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧
- 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ( 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭 )
- 𝐌𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐄𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞
- 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 / 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠
-𝐑𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐝 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠
- 𝐄𝐧𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐬--------------------𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒 :𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧
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