Toreador (Female)

Toreador - Starting Spells : Charm, Glamor, Phase.

You look in the mirror, the shock on your face mars your newfound features. Your porcelain skin reflects the moonlight and your pixie face is framed by long blonde hair.

You are a Toreador, life of the party, center of the room and your own world, where other vampires shy away from humans, you flourish and blend in with ease. Your tongue whips out deceit and charm faster than your mind can handle, beauty holds its grasp on you tighter than any lover could. Art, music, models, ****, things of beauty captivate and control you, at times you find it hard to tear your eyes away from a painting, you may even sit for days next to a radio or record player, the music making you its prisoner.

Difficult as it is, you look away from the mirror and turn your nose up at the motel room you reside in. Disgusting, you think, the room has no sense of beauty, the curtains hang limp, the carpet dies with each step, and the lighting serves only as a means to navigate the dull room. You toss the door open, trying not to touch the doorknob too much. A woman gasps in surprise, you take one look at her caked on makeup, flattened facial features and clothing and walk right past her, intent on not making further contact.

You cruise out of the motel, turning your back on the old life you used to live, and entering a new one, one with riches, extravagance, and of course. Beauty.

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It's night time in Los Angeles, and anyone that's up to no good is sure to be out and about. You march about the city in your plain clothes. Very plain clothes... so plain in fact you might just throw up. You decide that the first course of action for one such as yourself is to find a more suitable set of clothing.